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I 35f was with my ex 37m (Cb) for 7 years, been broken up for 2 years. It wasn't a good relationship, I have more bad memories than good ones. But we were participating in illegal activities that changed who we were.
Together we had 3 kids, my 2 boys and his daughter. Back then it was always his daughter and my boys, it was never our kids. Out of the 7 years my boys have not 1 good memory of him, they say only remember him playing video games.
I admitt I hurt him first by cheating while he got sent to jail. After he got sent his whole family turned their backs on him. I took our a loan so he can have work release and if course provided the rides to and from there. I felt the weight of having to do the samething for him I just got done going thru with my ex 2 years prior to meeting Cb. So I got high and ignored any emotion.
I felt like complete shit cuz he didn't do anything to deserve that. But for years I tried to show him that I can earn that trust back. I always told him where I was going, how long I'll be, and when I'm I'm on my way back.
Then the abuse started, then all of his lies started piling up and the gaslighting. I found out after I left that he did cheat and lied and hid it from me for tje last 2 years but projected his guilt onto me.
This man can literally tell me the sky is blue and when I go outside and i see for myself that it is, I still won't believe anything he says. No stories, no answers, no explanation. Nothing!
So why is that I can't let go. I still feel the need to have him in my life, thankfully I left his ass in another state so running into him is not a problem. I don't understand why I care to see what he's up to, when I know it's either a lie or not the whole truth.
When we got together he had a job, a place, he took care of his daughter, played the drums, good looking 6ft tall, funny, charismatic. The dude was fuckn hot back then, he was the package. I guess since we've been 2 years sober should I give it another try or just leave it?

I have updated - well, created from new - the Homeworld galaxy map with information from Homeworld 3. The Homeworld 3 Historical & Technical Briefing came with a newly-updated map, which I combined with the previous official maps, maps from the various manuals etc and extrapolated information from in-game to create a hopefully-definitive map. I even incorporated elements from the Homeworld 2 working map they used in 2002 during the creation of the game.
Blackbird/Gearbox did balls up a few things on the new map, like having the Sea of Lost Souls and Ghost Ship in different places, and having the Bridge of Sighs hundreds of light-years from Hiigara rather than, y'know, immediately outside the same system, so I rectified those errors. Otherwise I kept to the official information. Obviously a huge shout-out to Norsehound for creating the OG Homeworld maps way back in the day.
There are a ton of locations I couldn't place due to lack of information: Homeworld: Cataclysm happens across a somewhat small area of the galaxy, but it's unclear where it's supposed to be going down, so I left that off the map. Likewise the wealth of new locations from Homeworld Mobile (mostly in another galaxy, so no hugely relevant) and Homeworld: Revelations don't have locations given for them, so I left them off.
I might do a "Homeworld Expanded Universe" map later on which adds those elements back in, but that'd be non-canon. This map I'd hopefully say is almost-entirely-canon.
The underlying image is NASA's image of the Whirlpool Galaxy from Wikipedia. Like the in-game and other official maps, the image is flipped on the vertical axis. Given the new official map also lops off the satellite NGC-5195 - despite it appearing in Cataclysm as the possible source of the Naggarok - I'm thinking it's really not literally supposed to be the Whirlpool Galaxy.
The new map is fairly hefty, so apologies if it takes a few seconds to load.

The issue is that my PC will freeze and crash every time that Easy-Anti cheat completes loading before going into the actual game. I have over 1k hours on the game and this has never happened before today. Any help would be appreciated.
I Have tried: Full uninstall/reinstall including deleting the entire folder before reinstall x2 Clearing Cache multiple times Uninstalling/reinstalling Easy-Anti cheat multiple times Repairing Easy-Anti cheat multiple times Turning off firewall/antivirus to see if that was the issue, didn't work Verifying integrity of game files multiple times Updating GPU drivers (Nvidia) Running the game in Compatibility mode
Again any help would be appreciated, thank you.

My spouse and I live with his friends until we get back on our feet. They are great people, fun to be around most of the time. I have no real issue with them. But it's like my husband has forgotten about me. As I write this, he is hanging out with his friends in their room while my kids and I are in the living room. He will dismiss the kids if the friends are watching a movie. He will go into their room and you can hear them laugh and laugh. (They aren't doing anything cheating wise I already tried to barge in on them and they were literally sitting watching a comedy movie.) He leaves with them to go out to eat and not bring back the kids and I food. On the rare chance he calls me and asks me if I want anything from the store or a restaurant, he gets them stuff too (his friends never bring back stuff for us when they get food for themselves.) I'm always an afterthought. Yesterday him and his friends came back after a day of hanging out with them ( leaving us behind as usual), he just gets his suit on and leaves with then to the pool, just like that no asking. He ended up coming back like half an hour later to grab stuff, saw me looking upset, and said "oh you can join if you want", then ran back out. I was a second thought. He also hurts my oldest daughters feelings and makes her feel guilty. She had been looking forward all day to playing a video game with me. Finally we sit down and start to play and my husband and his friends start laughing and make jokes and tell my daughter "oh I guess you don't want to go swimming with us then. Your loss!" They hadn't even mentioned swimming until literally 5 minutes after we started playing. She got upset because she loves swimming but she also didn't want to bail on me. So she sat there and cried until I said that it was ok and that she could go swimming with t hem. She told me she didn't want to hurt my feelings but I told her it was ok. So of course she grabbed her suit and ran after them. He makes food for them but not me. I was sick and I asked for a certain meal. He refused. His roommate doesn't want to stand up and asks for the same thing (mostly to help me get it) and he stands up and makes it. I have told him multiple times how I feel. I told him that I feel like I got demoted from wife to roommate. I told him that he cares more about their feelings than mine. If I am saying something and one of his friends cuts me off or talks over me, he will answer them and completely ignore me. I told them that it feels like I am an unwanted 4th wheel. He laughs or gets mad and walks away.
I am not an extrovert like they are but I still try and keep up with them. I do everything to hang out with them. I may be awkward but I do try. I have given myself anxiety attacks and internal meltdowns where I am shaking because it feels so uncomfortable but I do try. But after every day of feeling like this, I want to stop trying so much.
He tries to say that I have done the same when I am on a group/video chat with my phone, but i dont think it can even be compared. He is always included, if he needs to talk to me, I can mute or hang up. They like him for the most part. But I don't physically hang out with them. I don't ignore him or my kids and physically leave the house and ignore his texts. I don't buy them food and leave him with nothing.
I broke down yesterday, full on tears which I try and never do. I told him how I felt and he told me to stop having negative feelings or keep my feelings to myself and told me to stop. It's like I might as well keep my mouth shut. I guess I have to do everything alone now..

I’ve had some bad relationships in the past. Multiple failed ones. Cheated on three times, and abused on another.
I’m not sure how other people feel about this but I understand a little bit of both sides.
Been about two years since I’ve last dated. Thought I cutoff my heart from these feelings but unfortunately they are coming back. I know this is a good thing but it’s scary to me and has been causing panic attacks, randomly out of nowhere, nocturnal panic attacks. ice had to sit down in the middle of cooking and turned the stove off because I couldn’t breath and felt like I was going to pass out.
I have a new set of standards for myself. Again I do understand negative views on this and not everyone is the same. I just want to know how others feel because honestly I feel alone on this and want to protect myself.
I’m a man in his mid 20’s who’s finally getting these romantic feelings back.
My standards/limitation/boundaries are never talk to an ex, never talk to a person they’ve flirted with or had a crush on, no talking so someone they’ve had intercourse with. ^{^} I know everyone isn’t the same again, but for me this is a giant trust issue and a big boundary of mine. It’s how I’ve been cheated on in the past.
I have no control over the other person, but would like to communicate that to them. I want to have this talk and if I find out any of those boundaries are crossed I will ghost them.
I’ve been friends with women majority of my life and I know there are plenty of good women out there, but a few demons roaming.
If I were to reintroduce myself into dating again, how would I have a talk about this?
^
I know whoever I’d have romance with would look at me funny and look at me as controlling. I just don’t know how to do that.
It freaks me out, I’m scared, I’m lonely (I have friends but I crave romance and physical touch is my love language), and I feel lost.
I have a heart full of so much love, I just don’t anybody to share it with and don’t know if I can honestly trust anybody anymore. All this social media and messaging is kinda like all of those streaming services. One day you want Netflix, the other you want Hulu. It’s very easy to be replaced. I’m lost.
When the feeling of love is taken away, it hurts. I’ve been through substance withdrawals badly with no dopamine or serotonin in my brain, the shakes, vomiting, and potential brain damage. Nothing on this earth hurts more than love being taken away, especially when it occurs due to cheating.
I’d go through withdrawals every day of my life instead of being hurt by someone.
It feels like I’m drowning without love or touch.
I’ve learned to look for a person not a feeling. You need a friend first, the feeling either comes or goes.

I'm a 42 year old male, I met my wife when I was 18, she was 23 and we began 'dating' when I was 21, working a job I hated in the same place she worked (casino workers, if you know, you know). We hooked up at a Xmas party and started a very awkward relationship. I say awkward because we had some weird trouble having sex for the first like 6 months... it's odd when I think back on it, should have been a huge red flag but she was draped in reg flags the entire time and it didn't seem matter to me. Aside from that, when we finally did have sex she got pregnant... she was not at all ready, neither was I really, but are you ever? At any rate, I didn't have too much of say in it, she decided on an abortion and I supported her. We stayed together after that horribly shitty experience, our relationship was never really all that good, lots of petty fighting/arguing and really the only reason it continued was because we worked opposite shifts and barely saw each other which made it easier to sorta get along.
Fast forward a couple years, we decide to buy a house because financially it made sense (this is almost 20 years ago so it was still affordable at that time), she made quite a bit of money, mostly in tips (so not on paper), but she probably made 2-3 times as much as I did so she never really struggled financially (in her life I don't think) while I came out of poverty and lived paycheck to paycheck up until a few years ago (the pandemic was surprisingly good for my career). This was never really an issue for me, I've lived in debt my whole life and I've always had the optimism that I would eventually work my way out of it, it's really the only bit of confidence I have in myself, my ability to learn and become relatively good at almost anything. This was always a point of contention, my wife hated that I had debt so when we bought the house together we were asked if we wanted a joint bank account as most couples combine their finances with cohabitation, my wife scoffed and adamantly told the banker there was no way she's mixing her finances with mine, it was relatively embarrassing at the time but I was also just 25 (she was 30) so I went along with whatever, it was going to be slightly cheaper for me to pay a mortgage than rent at the time so I was in and she'd cover bills. Things were never that great when living together, things must have been good enough for me to stay but I only look back with anger now so it's hard to see anything good but I'm sure there must have been some.
Fast forward another couple years and I feel extremely pressured (by her and her family mostly, they're old fashioned country type folks) to ask her to marry me... so I do. We stay engaged for another few years, I have no desire to waste a bunch on money on a wedding but she's the one with money so we have the big wedding she wanted. I'll admit it was a pretty great party, I don't remember anything good involving her on our wedding day but I have lots of good memories with family and friends. Afterwards we went on a 'romantic' honeymoon at an all-inclusive tropical resort and this is where I'll get into a bit of what I've dealt with for years... our resort was gorgeous, room was nice, just a room but nice... first thing my wife did was complain, about everything, the bed, the fridge, the lights, the balcony... nothing was good enough for her, this would become a common theme for the next decade plus. We also did not have sex on our honeymoon, she was far too busy complaining and being angry for us to ever get in the 'mood', this would be more foreshadowing of what's to come.
Now, this might seem like I'm building up to her becoming really bad after getting married but that's not really the case... she was just as bad before, it didn't really get worse, it just became more noticeable... or maybe I just tolerated things more in the beginning. The truth is when I look back, there were so many signs, she casually put me down and basically treated me like a child from day one, something I just accepted because looking back, I was a fucking child when we got together... she was not really, five years my senior, and she very much took advantage of that dynamic. Over the years she slowly went about convincing me that the things I wanted were silly/ridiculous and that I should want what she wanted (the nice lawn, the house, kids, etc., etc.) because everyone should. I never wanted these things.
I won't get into details here because I could write a novel on the insane shit I've dealt with over the last 20 years that could prove this, but I did do a lot of research in the last few years and have come to the conclusion that she could have BPD with narcissistic traits... I'm obviously not a doctor so it's definitely not a diagnosis or anything but she ticks almost every box from the many many things I've read on the subject, so if you have a moment and you don't know what BPD is I suggest googling it. It's pretty terrible but it might give you a better idea of my life.
At any rate, I dug myself deeper and deeper, thinking that every next move would finally make her happy and bring me some kind of peace, so we had a child about a year after we were married. This is where it gets really tricky... I sincerely regret having a child with this woman, especially because she is not at all "cut out to be a mother" (her words, not mine) but her mother had been sick on and off with cancer for a few years and her older sister couldn't have children so she felt obligated to give her mom a grandchild, bad reasons all around to have a child. That being said, I love my son more than anything in the world. As much as I wish we did not bring him into this horrible world, he's still the very best thing to happen to me and I will take care of him and love him for the rest of my life no matter what.
I should mention, since I've eluded to it, I've always had self-esteem issues, goes all the way back to having acne problems in high school but my wife has methodically picked away at my confidence and self-esteem over the years, cutting me down to this very day... to the point that I feel very much worthless. I know that I'm not, I know I deserve better but another fun thing about my wife is her desperate need for sympathy... So, not only does she make me feel horrible about myself, she also manages to make me feel horrible FOR her... she's overweight, and I'm sure has low self-esteem herself but she has decided to take it out on others rather than internalize and try to make things better for herself. She would rather blame others for any of her short comings, I guess it's easier to convince yourself you can't do anything about it when it's someone else fault.
I apologize, because I feel like I'm a bit all over the place but I guess I'm just trying to set the scene for where I'm at now and give just a small glimpse of the hell I've been living in and how I got here...
The first few years of my sons life were pretty great (comparatively at least), honestly it was probably the best we've ever gotten along, probably because most of my focus (and hers) was on our son. Unfortunately, her mother passed away just after my son's first birthday, this was obviously devastating for her, not unexpected but still devastating. We're lucky in Canada because she had a full year maternity leave and was able to spend time with her mom. She took it very hard, and decided to stay off work for an additional 4-6 months (can't remember exactly). This was all fine and understandable, I supported her through all of it, financially and emotionally. Once she went back to work, this is when things took a real nose dive... she has always been a very entitled person but upon going back to work (part time I should mention) she decided everything was horrible for her so she was going to make it horrible for everyone around her. This went on for around 4-5 years (again, the time frames get fuzzy because it's been so long), it was hell. I really just plowed through for our son, I made him my main focus and I took care of everything. Without going into it too much, I sort of shifted gears with my job and focused on finding something that worked better for raising a kid, I got onto a full time day shift (unheard in the casino world) and we worked opposite shifts. It was pretty good for child care (that we couldn't afford) as one of us was always home. This made her more contentious... again, going back to the entitled thing, she felt it wasn't 'fair' for me to work a good shift, she should be the one doing that. I eventually worked my way out of casinos and into a work from home job (before COVID) and it was great, she could work whatever shift she had to and I would always be around for our son.
Fast forward again, my son's in school, she's still super angry at life and making things hellish but I do my best to make it good for our son. It's difficult to keep a smile on with him while putting up with temper tantrums and fits from my wife... yes, we had a toddler and she was the one who threw fits. For an example, I can recall one specific Xmas where my son and I were playing video games which is his biggest interest, something she absolutely hates, and she made a few comments about how we should be doing family things together for Xmas (it was Xmas eve), so my son and I got off the computer and played a board game in the living room... nice and wholesome fun I thought. My wife throws a fit, full on screaming and slamming things around, I don't even remember what for exactly, it happens so often I can't keep track anymore. Her temper tantrum ends with her storming off and slamming the door to her room. I'll never forget looking at my son right after, him tearing up a bit and asking me "what is wrong mom?" and I just said "I'm really sorry buddy, I don't know" and we hugged... I cried a lot about that that night, one of many times I would have to apologize for her and the way she acts around him. This is just one small example and a terrible Xmas memory that I'll always have, hopefully my son won't. I think the worst part of these 'tantrums' is that she can almost always justify them, only to herself really but usually by blaming me or my son for "making her so upset" or worse, blaming some inanimate object for "not working how it should".
Fast forward to now(ish)... I've basically lived in my basement for the last 5 years, my office and bedroom are there, I stay down there to avoid my wife as much as possible but it feels like a prison cell now. I've retreated from life in general over the years too, I've always been a pretty anti-social introvert, I prefer quiet one on one conversations rather than group settings. Most of my 'friends' over the last 10-15 years revolved around my job (casinos take over your life people, for real) and my wife, I slowly lost any friends that had no connection to her. This was partially due to me retreating and the fact that my wife would insert herself into any friendship that was just mine to the point that I sort shut those people out to avoid them having to deal with her. Sadly, I don't have friends anymore (didn't have many to begin with but still), my son is essentially my only friend and because I work from home by myself I rarely talk to any other adults. My wife and I talk only when necessary... I cannot make eye contact with her anymore. This is probably needless to say but we haven't had sex in over 6 and a half years and I don't cheat, I don't have the confidence, so I've just accepted that I'm celibate now.
One other area of contention that I feel I should explain since I've mentioned it already, through the pandemic there was a serious power shift, financially speaking. She essentially lost her job and is now in a lower paying part time job (more realistic pay compared to her previous job), whereas I made a couple job changes that bumped me up well ahead of her. For comparison, the salaries essentially flipped, almost exactly... to where I make 2-3 times what she makes. This has become an area of contention because this was something she was able to lord over me for the majority of our relationship, she spent money freely while I paid the mortgage and barely ate for the first 5 years we lived in the house but now, for the first time in her life she has to pay attention to her finances and watch her spending... she does not like this so it's just another thing to constantly complain about and make passive aggressive comments about the things that 'dad' can afford to do/buy but doesn't (mainly because I'm paying the mortgage and all the bills now while finally paying down some debt).
Oh, I should probably also mention that it's a regular thing for her to insult me and put me down in front of our son and on flip side of that she also uses him to garner sympathy from me ("shouldn't daddy feel bad mommy has to go to work?") it's very frustrating because I just want to protect my kid but I guess she knows that.
Again, I'll apologize for how disjointed this all is... the more I type, the more I think about shit to type... like I mentioned, I could write a novel on this, mostly because I have no real outlet, just sit in my basement talking to myself about it all... or I guess stewing in it.
So, I guess I should try to finish off with what exactly the advice is that I'm seeking... I essentially hate my wife, the word I use often is 'despise' and over the years we've had brief conversations where I've told her that "I'm done and I'm just here for the kid" and unfortunately she took this as push to work on our marriage harder and 'fix' things, far too little, too late. She makes me feel like the worse person in the world and yet I just can't bring myself to say to her face that I want a divorce... I feel sorry for her, fuck so much so that I bought a house with her, married her, and had a fucking kid with her... I'm sure that's not the case, I must have loved her at one point but I just can't see it anymore. I don't know why I can't say it to her, why I can't just end this... I'm so worried about how she'll react, what she'll do to me, to my kid... how she'll try and turn him against me. I'm just paralyzed with the fear of what could/will happen if I tell her we're getting a divorce.
I've made plans over the last few years to move out, rent an apartment for me and my kid and just continue to pay her bills until we can sell the house and split the profit. I can't afford to do this, it would cause me to go back into debt but I do not care, it would be worth it to get away from her. I have set deadline after deadline... "I'll do it after Xmas" or "after her birthday" or "before my birthday" and these days come and go and I just can't do it... I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, it's like I just don't want to hurt her, even though I'm hurting her by not ending things and she definitely doesn't give a shit about hurting me... I just don't want to face her and deal with it and how she will make the aftermath hell.. and I worry so much about my son, it would have been so much better for him if I would have divorced her years ago, he's fucking 10 now... another fear is having to explain it to him but we're setting a horrible example. One of my wife's favourite ways to use our son against me, is planting it in his head that "family is all that matters", focusing specifically on our little family, and how we have to "stick together no matter what, that's what family does". It's such an underhanded way to prep him for hating me because I'm "breaking up our family".
I would appreciate any advice on how the hell I can get over my paralyzing fear and just end this marriage or maybe you wanna come over and end it for me? I'm at a point where I'd take that... as I mentioned I've not shared most of this with anyone... so feedback would be a really new thing for me.
Oh, and please feel free to call me chicken shit, and tell me I just need to grow a pair and get this done... it's the same thing I've been saying to myself for years, not helpful but I understand the sentiment.
Shit... I'm sorry, this turned into a novel. Thank you.

Hello, I would like to request some help.
For context, I am a teenager (I will not say my age, but I am over 13) and I am most likely autistic. I will be tested by two different programs/organizations very soon and I do show a lot of the signs.
Now that the context is out of the way, let’s get into why you are reading this post. All throughout my life, I have struggled with real life friends. This resulted in creating imaginary friends or being obsessed with characters from various medias. I have only had romantic relationships with imaginary people/characters, which is damaging my mental health in two ways:

1. Realizing my friends do not exist.
2. It is affecting my relationship with real life people.

For #1, I have had an ongoing conflict with my imagination about whether I should have imaginary friends or I just need to “touch grass” (Don’t worry, I go outside regularly!)
For #2, because of my intense relationships with imaginary figures, I feel as if I am cheating on them or I have to completely abandon them.
This situation is probably because of my lack of interest to change what behaviours I have been presenting for most of my life.
Please help me.

Hello, sorry if formatting is bad.
I got out of an abusive relationship just few days ago. It lasted 1,5 years. He is an alcoholic and a drug addict. I am an immigrant in his home country. There are many things that he was putting into my head through the whole thing. The biggest one is about an incident that happened a year ago but is still very traumatic for me and I did not process it. I was at work, night shift, he went off on one of his benders - I begged him to come back, I had no idea what he was doing or with who. When I got home at 6 am, he still wasn’t there. Out of frustration and sadness I drank leftover wine of his under the shower. I’m not a drinker so it hit me hard. Out of exhaustion from working and the alcohol, l I decided to go to bed. Not long after, he shows up at the house with one of his “friends”. I woke up and saw him texting me, so I went downstairs and asked to please go to bed. Of course that was useless, so I went back up alone. He was still texting to come downstairs and have a threesome. I said no, no I will not do that multiple times. He wouldnt stop, thats what made me go downstairs and plead with him to act right and just sleep. He pulled me in and started touching me, I pulled away but he didnt stop. His friend came back from the bathroom and started touching me as well. I froze. My mind went blank. I was molested as a child and he knows it. They used me in a very painful way, I even started crying meanwhile but he was too high and drunk to care. When he finished he got up and left me with that friend. He continued the sexual act. I wanted it to be done, I dont even know whaat was in my head. He says I was wet so I was enjoying it. Afterwards and to this day he says that i cheated on him and embarrassed him by doing it. That its his fault, but also mine because Im an adult and “i also was there”. He used it as excuse for his sick behavior. And i felt horrible afterwards and till now it makes me sick. But he says just because we “continued “ without him, its cheating. He left because he came and took drugs off of his friend. Am I making myself a victim here? Should I be held accountable for something Im missing? It hurts so bad, I’m not a cheater and I did not want to do it.
Thank you all.

Not really sure what I’m doing here, but here we go!
Id love to start off just chatting a joking around to see if a spark comes to be. Banter is very big for me. I'm definitely going to start off bit awkward but I imagine that's pretty universal. I'm really big on communication and building a relationship brick by brick.
I love quality time spent together, whether it be our adventuring or simply laying on the couch snuggling during the cold. I want someone I can share my nerdy habits with, and can share their own with as much passion.
A little about me:
I'm a 20M from Florida, I'm a Junior in Uni and follow a pretty active life style, going out travelling and "adventuring " of sorts a lot of weekends.
I’m 6’1, 210, with fluffy dirty blond hair . I’m in pretty good shape from constant gym going and living an active life style.
While I definitely love the outside, I love to nerd out on stuff, whether it be video games or Harry Potter. I love cute little dates, whether it be mini golf or simply a fun movie night.
My love language is very much physical touch and I will very openly show my affection for you when I’m feeling it.
Will send photo of me if you want one.
I know this was a little all over the place, but here goes nothing!

Had my backbone for a while and not used it for a month. Now I try to launch anything on Xbox cloud gaming and it’s asked me to sign in. I can navigate to the sign in screen but if I touch the screen to bring up the keyboard to type my email in, it does nothing. I brings down a banner to “minimize window” but nothing else. I don’t get a keyboard to type with. I tabbed out and tabbed back in and had the keyboard pop up and it signed in but then asked to stay signed in with the tick the box etc. but again I can’t touch the screen as all it does is brings the minimize window banner down.
It’s like the there’s an overlay preventing you typing.
iPhone 12 Pro Max with PlayStation backbone.

Why does it seem like everyone on this map is foaming out the mouth to trap their opponent in as early on as possible in the game? Is this strategy common on other maps? Does anyone else feel rage when this happens so often? Lol Also, is there any way to get out of being trapped like that? Especially when the other players seem to collaborate by just taking one of eachothers territories back and forth, round after round, while you're stuck there? Is this considered cheating? It definitely feels like it's considered cheating, but I'm just a noob.

So i switched from rog 6 to red magic 9 pro and the rm is awesome and all that but when playing cod mobile i noticed that the touch sens on rm is more sluggish and "smooth", making it feel delayed.
I experimented with the functions of the built in game assistant and couldnt seem to achieve a similar swipe or view around as instantly as in the rog 6.
Tips and tricks are appreciated, also willing to provide any relevant info
rog: https://streamable.com/u14cxw
rm: https://streamable.com/1e6rqe
hope yall can see the difference and if not, its very noticable while actually playing

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

Hey reddit! I'm a 38 year old latin guy from Washington DC. Honesty is the best policy so I'll make it known now that I'm not looking for platonic friends, I'm looking for a romantic partner. Buckle up, because I'm about to unveil why I may or may not be the right partner for you in a classic listicle style that all you youngin's love.
About Me:
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1. I'm a bit of a stoner. It's true, your boy loves himself some marijuana. (In fact, I just did a 20mg edible) I endeavor to never let it take over my life, but it aids a lot in #2 on this list. I'm also not a stranger to the very occasional mushroom trip.
2. I'm a true creative. Left to my own devices in an empty room, I would constantly create new things. Whether that be drawing, writings, photography, music or stoner ideas. It's my true nature to be a creative and to stifle that part of myself makes me pretty sad. Fortunately, I get to create on a daily basis. which brings me to..
3. I have the kindest heart. I see life through rose colored glasses, some may say. I just believe in the good in people. I think most people are good and those that are bad are redeemable. Whether someone is ultra religious, a different political affiliation, good, bad, ugly, whatever...I believe in getting to know them for myself and making my own decision of them. As a friend I always stick by my friends, no matter what. Friends in my life are friends for life, even if we lose touch. There is a downside to all this...it's that sometimes people take advantage of me. I don't care. When confronted with the choice to be loving or to be cruel or apathetic, I will always choose loving.
4. I make people laugh. Comedy and jokes have always been a part of me. Maybe it's the fact that I'm a middle child and craved attention or the fact that I grew up in a city where I had to be quick on my feet, but I love to make people laugh. This is best done in person but there can be humor over the internet too. :)
5. I don't take myself too seriously. I'm a talented person in my field and it's important for me to let go of my ego. There isn't a single person that I can't learn from and at my best I'm always open to listen to people's opinions of me or my creative work.
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7. I'm culturally Latino. My parents are from El Salvador, but I was born and raised in DC. I have the experience of being born into a family of immigrants and understand the duality of living in two different worlds. While Spanish was my first language, it is not what I consider to be my native tongue. While I understand all Spanish, all my Spanish is food related.
8. I've done the self work. It's true. I'm not a man that punches walls, gets drunk and cries, will cheat on you, lie to you or a myriad of other things that toxic people do. I am not without faults, of course, but I have worked my demons out for the most part. I'm very self-aware and open to criticism and change.
9. I'm honest 99.5% of the time. Anyone professing to be honest 100% of the time is a liar. Ask me directly and I'll tell you my last big lie.
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P.S - I'm 6'2. I should've started with that.

There's one particular guy I met that shows how true this is.
P0 Baal, using a Speed hack (sliding 10m with every attack, attacking five time faster than any basic could ever be, etc).
The Ed in my team started clicking the flashlight seeing that, and the guy went nuclear. He uped his hack to easily 500% Speed and started trashing him anytime he wasn't dead. I started doing it too, and he not only started downing us both but also did this game's equivalent ot teabagging. He would NOT touch the other two P0 survivors, though, only the both of us.
And before someone feels clever in saying I deserve is for being toxic : I have absolutely 0 respect for cheaters. If you can't play a pvp gmae without hacks, you deserve the toxicity you get and you deserve to be mocked for it.
As per rule 5, cheaters cannot be blasted. So i won't point out a name or recording. But all I'll say is that most people here wouldn't be able to write or say his name out loud for language reasons.
If you see him, either dodge, or make fun of him. The guy's not only a cheater but also a rage-baby.
And if you cheat at this game thinking it makes you better, you're pathetic.

Hi all. First time build after 20 years so well out of touch with current pc tech. Bit of background... I'm in UK so not all brands are readily available from reputable suppliers for cost effective solutions from my research. The build is for 2 of my kids. 1 is interested in CAD and graphics design but still in school so not too intensive currently cpu wise for his use until 4-5 years, he also really likes strategy games like civ, skylines (1). Second really into gaming. Mainly FPS eg fortnite, cod etc.
Looking at a 145-180 hz 1440p monitor to pair with this build.
Budget of £2,000. Tower - Fractal focus 2 argb case black Processor- Amd Ryzen 7 7700 Motherboard - Asus Tuf gaming B650+wifi Ram - 2×16gb corsair vengeance ddr5 6000 (cl30) GPU - 12gb Nvidia 4070 super (likely pilot or zotac brand) Memory 1 - for OS and productivity tasks. 512GB solidigm p44 Pro gen 4 m.2 Nvme. Memory 2 - For games storage etc . 2tb solidigm p41+ gen 4 m.2 Nvme. PSU - corsair 850 rmx 80+ gold Cooling - deepcool ak620 zero dark cpu cooler Artic m4 extreme paste. OS windows 11.
Comes in just on budget with a monitor on my spec separate.
Any thoughts/improvements/savings on this build would be massively appreciated. Please keep in mind there is some price fluctuations from US to UK so some components were definitely more expensive than PCpartpicker for the US shows.
Also not looking to build this myself but have it pre-built as I am old now and I don't want to fire up my kids new PC and have messed up myself!! I'm hoping this build would last 4-5 years for the productivity tasks until I need to look at new Cpus etc and I am happy for the GPU to be running at low to minimum specs before upgrading too. I have put 850w PSU in due to future tasks etc as it is only £40 more than the equivalent 750w but i will happily drop to 750w and save if its clear I won't need the extra wattage for the 4-5 years specified.
Thanks in advance all. Long time lurker of this group. First ever post.