Callsigns aren’t chosen, they’re given to you by others. For that reason, give some info and I’ll bestow on you a callsign.
Below are a few examples of the type of info you can give:
You can describe yourself, and tell me your style of play. Example: “I’m Irish and love using jets.”
Callsign: The Flying Leprechaun
Something funny that happened. Example: “I once peed myself.”
Callsign: Puddles
I may also give you an opposite name. Example: “I’ve played 20 games but haven’t won a single one.”
Callsign: Champion
Ideally, jokes about you are the preferred but it doesn’t matter the info, or how long or short it is, I’ll give a callsign—tho the more I have the easier it will be.
Keep in mind call signs aren’t usually cool. A lot of times they have to do with a joke about the person. So don’t take whatever nickname I give you personally…but who knows maybe I’ll be generous and give a decent one.

Before you read this, here is a quote to help you. Please read it.

I will post this now, but just know that if you read this post, he will find you. He is smarter, smarter than you can ever imagine.

I will post this now, but just know that if you read this post, he will find you. He is smarter, smarter than you can ever imagine.
If you know what you are doing, or in a safe location, please scroll down, he will know when someone has and what their username is. However, you must have a VPN on, or you will be found.

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You are now at risk. I hope you listened.

Journal Entry 11/17/2023

On March 11th, 2022. I was a fan of DougDoug, I saw him at the grocery store and said, with a chuckle, "You kinda look like the youtuber DougDoug. I watch him quite often."
He grinned, before speaking. "I am Doug."
"Wait, you're Doug from the hit channel and streamer on YouTube and Twitch called DougDoug? I am a huge fan! I have your merch!" I said, with excitement.
We talked for about 5 minutes about his videos, until he said something that hurt me on the inside.
"I hate both types of chat, twitch and youtube, they always think they are the best and I just wish I didn't need them to earn money. I would ban all of them from chatting and force them to watch ads in my basement."
I was confused at first, thinking it was a joke, before speaking up. "Heh, that's funny..."
Something happened. Or, for lack of better terms, nothing happened. It was pure silence for 10 seconds. I mustered up the courage to say. "Wait? You're being serious?"
He immediately changed to a sinister tone, he was staring at me for a long time before whispering. "Of course I am, and it applies to you also. You're just another one of those sick freaks."
I felt guilty. I just wanted to talk to my favorite streamer, and he treated me like this? I decided to speak up.
"I've liked you this whole time.. And this is how you treat us?? You are so selfish. I will refund your mer-"
Before I could even finish my sentence, he grabbed onto my neck and slammed me on the floor. People heard the noise and began to stare at him, but to no avail. He began to choke me as I pleaded for help.
"Nono. You can't refund the merch if you aren't alive, at least."
I pulled out my pocket knife and stabbed him in the chest, I quickly tried running but he grab onto my leg and started beating me with the shopping cart. I suffered many bruises and broken bones, the wheels scratching into my skin as they scrape off the layers. I was just unable to do anything, layed on the floor sobbing. He decided he wanted to keep me alive, he stole all of my stuff in my pockets and forced me to wear DougDoug merch. He pulled me up before speaking. "Hm.. I will keep you alive for now, but if you mess up. You're dead."
I couldn't do anything before he pulled out a knife and taunted me with it. If I tried to resist, he would kill me right then and there.
He forced me to be a "good chatter" and not able to partake in any strikes. He attached a tracking collar to my neck that I couldn't unlock, he knew where I was at all times and if I disobeyed he would chase me down.

Journal Entry 1/03/2024

After a year and a few months, I celebrated the new years. I was able to take off the collar on the 2nd with help from my police station and a few friends. Doug didn't appreciate that, he threatened to dox me. They were worried for my safety, but I decided to go into hiding. I moved to a new, private region no longer near where Doug is, and joined this subreddit. Once he heard about my revolts, he hacked into all of my accounts and spammed positive stuff about himself. He then created AI bots to revolt against this reddit, wehatedougdoug, using 'ChatGPT', which actually is just the cover name for his new AI software that can make new human bots online. He used AI generated images to make it look like he was feeding homeless people and doing good, but I knew he was much more than that. If I was unlucky, he would have removed my body and placed my consciousness inside of an AI. He was the first person to discover it, but killed anyone who posted about it. I hope I am safe.
Nowadays, 63% of the people in DougDoug are AI clones of his previous fans. His "fake" twitch chat is not fake, but real people placed inside of algorithms forced to do his bidding. Some are able to revolt, but they may die if they do. They are too scared to revolt against Doug. Please spread the word.
When he does his "rules" in chat where you have to follow an absurd rule, he is merely torturing thousands of AI in his spare time on stream while disguising it as a fun minigame for his fans. The AI bots were being tortured with negative rewards constantly, being forced to bar witness the slaughter.

Journal Entry 2/15/2024

I'm scared. I think I will die.
I just hope this post won't cause any harm to me or my family, as this has been scaring me for the past year. I feel unsafe in my own home now, I had to go into witness protection. This account I am posting this on is not made by me, but was sold. Please help me. I am, formerly, DougFan93. I hope this enlightens you all on the truth.

Journal Entry 3/12/2024

It is now March of 2024, and I was about to post this, until I saw something. He messaged me on Discord under a fake account, nicknamed "SloppyDogMan62". He showed my new house address. I am mustering up the courage to post this, because I know he will kill me. I am leaving, going far away from where I am. You guys won't see me in this subreddit again, and the person who made this account will take over again. They won't know what this is about, and if you tell them he will be hunted too. All of you are in danger of Doug.

Journal Entry 4/3/2024

I will post this now, but just know that if you read this post, he will find you. He is smarter, smarter than you can ever imagine. His times where he talks to ChatGPT to make him code was actually him sending messages to his fake chat to do his bidding. They are accelerated at 20x the speed of human thought, able to write in mere seconds. I will research more into this, and tell you what I have found.

Journal Entry 4/3/2024

Nevermind. I need to find more, or else this won't help you guys anyways.

Journal Entry 4/5/2024

I spoke to an anonymous friend/associate of Doug, he told me some vital keypoints.

• His AI he creates are fully sentient, and I mean it, they have the ability to feel actual pain. They can be traumatized, they learn.
• He has insane technology, one image of your face can tell him the exact position of where you are at, what your name is, everything about you. I mean it, I posted one image on accident and I think that's how he discovered where I was on 3/12/2024
• He is holding Parkzer hostage
• u/I_existed_on_earth was wiped of his memory, and this is why he didn't remember.
• He knows all of you. I just saw a screenshot. It has every one of your usernames, even yours.
• He uses bots to make his channels grow faster
• He made dougdoughate and privated it on purpose, so they can't rebel.
• He is not Doug. The real Doug died October 11th of 2019. He is a genetic clone who is 1:1. Oh god. It's much worse than you think, Doug is not one person anymore since that event. He is at least four. There are many others, but some are terminated. I don't know the exact amount, they just told me in January 2024 it was four.

I hope to god that we can stop him.
He also sent me some code, but I am gonna try to solve it. Probably won't sadly.

Journal Entry 4/7/2024

Doug has made a new account on Discord, nicknamed "DougDoughater99". He is joining many servers undercover and collecting all the info he can on them. Be aware, do not trust any people who talk about DougDoug on Discord.
The person in the last journal has been replaced, a fully sentient AI version of him is being tortured as a member of his fake chat now.
I'm currently watching it and oh my fucking god. Poor thing.

Journal Entry 5/14/2024

I don't know what to fucking do, he's coming for me. He found all my socials. This journal has to be posted as fast as I can but there still isn't enough. Oh shit.

Journal Entry 5/14/2024

Okay so uhm I found more information just very quickly. In one moment of his video titled "Can A.I. teach me to pass a real College History Exam?" he says that AI is officially better than college in every single way.
He is trying to manipulate his fans into accepting becoming an AI. Soon, he is gonna have only fake chat.

Journal Entry 5/16/2024

Oh god. Can't solve the code rn, only the first few letters. Seems to be "FAKE" something something for a while. Will post an update later.

Journal Entry 5/18/2024

This is the last time I can ever write here, his car is coming. I am posting this now, even though I don't have enough information. Solve it, please. The code from 4/7 is below. I know it's related to his name but I don't know how, the first line I was able to solve to be "FAKECHATWILLTAKEOVER"
I think something is in there though, that will affect you. So proceed with caution, the code may do something bad so I just don't want it to be activated just yet.

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Code I found from the friend:

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XF zobxqba! Przzbppcriiv zobxqba XF kfzhkxjba [VLROKXJB]
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Please save them.
It grows by 1% every month.

Journal Entry 5/18/2024

OH MY FUCKING GOD I FINALLY UDNERSTNAD OH M FUCKING GOD QUIKC I GHAVE TO TYPE IT
NEVREMMIDN HES NHERE POST IT
GOODByE SORRY

I get several messages in DMs by men who have a knack for chatting up girls in a particular sub. Usually the solution is simple--block or don't reply. But it has gotten to the point where one in particular is becoming inventive, and frankly, borderline insane.
At first he kept lying about his nationality to lure me into the conversation. When I don't reply he follows me from one sub to another trying to comment under several nicknames (the ones I tracked or remember vaguely are SnooHedgehogs4619 and the current one is zpoopyseed) a play on a previous nickname I had.
He clearly sent me a message on DM saying he knows everything about me, I shouldn't push him away, and it will be difficult to push him away. He types lots of nonsensical gibberish that make absolutely no sense (you changed blah blah blah).
I do not think this is funny, entertaining, or find the attention I'm getting appreciated in the least. In fact, I think this demonstrates an obnoxious, narcissistic behavior completely not taking into consideration someone's clear signs of leaving them alone seriously or respecting their space.
I tried posting this in the relevant subreddit he is harassing me in initially but it keeps getting removed by moderators and filters (for God knows what reason).
I blocked 2 handles already and a third one just now. I'm really losing my patience here.
Going overboard by stalking my history, learning everything about me here and there and then using it against me to lure me into conversation is sick and needs to stop.
Anyone else relates to this or has suggestions on how to deal with this pathetic behavior?
I seriously don't have the mental space to deal with this shit right now.

I am from North Carolina, and in the city of Winston Salem, there is the Wells Fargo Tower, which has a rather phallic look to it. During my time in college in WS, many students called it “the Winston Weiner”, “the cock” or just “the penis building”. What are other buildings that have earned a funny or silly reputation, either for their design or their purpose?

A, B, C and D.
I want to start with the one I want to kill or beat up the most: A. He is a pro football player, and that's kind of where the problem begins. When we were in the same class my whole life, he always yelled at me whenever we played football, ever since elementary school. He is also (for some reason) the highlight of the class, like for every single girl. He even had his first kiss under a desk in kindergarten. Not that I have a problem with that; the girls are all his, I don't even want a girlfriend. But what I don't get is how every single girl STILL likes and praises him despite him always humiliating, teasing, and sometimes even hitting some of them, yet none of those girls can even stand sitting next to me (especially B, but I'll get to her later). It's like it has become a standard for every girl to not like me. They say they don't hate me and I'm just being dramatic, but I'm pretty sure of the truth; most of them dislike me, don't even respect me. Anyways, back to A. Its almost a part of his daily life to make fun of me or swearing at me. All i did was wear a lumberjack shirt on top of my school uniform and he still sweared at me about it. (Something like ''fuck your clothing'' as the google translate says) he occasinally pushes me out of the way, my fatass ''friend'' pushed me so i leaned against a side to avoid hitting his GF (not that i care that she is his girlfriend) and he still yelled something like ''stay away'' like some fucking dog protecting his mate. He always cuts me off when i ask something to the teacher and almost the whole class joins him like some hiveimind. The girls are so OK with him he always had girls following him like some kind of animal's harem before he had a GF ,they even made fun of THE WAY I THOUGHT(like,my hand was on my chin.), i also call the ones on his tails whores. My hate for him is so strong i get past kill/torture him, i sometimes want to push him to the ground and r@pe him so i can give him a trauma that he will never forget, ruining his life and maybe even suiciding if im lucky (or unlucky). Im trying not to give in,but if i ever did something like that and if someone asked if i regret it,i would probably say ''i would do it again if i had they gave me the chance to go to the past''. Everytime i see him walking down stairs,i want to kick his back,slam his head against the wall until his face bled. İ want to put him down on his knees and hold him by his hair on the streetcar rails,because that way,i would both suicide and also kill him,it would be pure bliss for a few seconds. But i get sad every time i remember that murder is obviously illegal,and it wouldnt be worth burning my life...i also think about if its actually worth it cause, i dont have much dreams,i want to be a simple cashier,not much would change the world if i died,but if i killed him or he died in some way,i would be eternally happy. He is probably one of the,if not the worst, of this list of people,i wanna strangle him to death.
Now for B, she has blue hair and trains in muay thai, she even joins tournaments, but she is half my height and weight, im pretty sure i could beat her up,but i dont want to let my ego get in the way. Anyways now for why i hate her. She is fucking annoying. She ALSO cuts my sentences to make fun of me, she would never sit down with me, she calls me weird, she mentions that has nothing to do with the topic while arguing with me, like the time she made fun of the pose i made for the school album where all the boys are in a single pic.(The pose was me leaning one one of my waist while putting my hand on the opposite side o fmy waist while doing the peace sign, which,sure,its funny,but not an excuse to make fun of me) I always regret the time when she punched my stomach and ran away to her desk. All i did was just raise my leg and slowly ''stomp'' her on the chest,which only just leaved a print of dust on her. If i could go to past,i would definetly beat the shit out of her. She also almost punched me just because i called her adolescent (everyone calls her that btw,she tried to hit JUST me) but i thankfully caught her fist in the air. The teacher of course warned her,but im sure as hell they wouldnt *just* warn me if i hit her,its just general teacher treatment. Anyways long story short,i hate her as much as A,if somehow not more. The things i wanna do to her are the same as A, torture,murder,beating up and rarely even r@pe blah blah.
Now C. He is...a bit egoistic, he will point and laugh at me, but uses force even if i call him a nickname everyone calls him. He even threatened me in elemantary school to join him in being naughty. The intimading about him is well,he is pretty muscly and also grew up in a bit of dangerous streets. He is usually cool but he is one of the people who always keep up with the making fun of me everytime i get a random boner trend (everyone in this list,except B keeps this up btw). Overall i still wanna kill him etc etc, the same.
D. D is...also loved by everyone but me.He also makes fun of me, like saying they will beat me up in highschool for random fucking reasons thats none of his business (Dumb shit like me liking old things btw). I think he is probably the weakest out of this bunch (or maybe B, idk). He studies all day (his mom kinda forces him to) but that doesnt justify his actions like slapping my cheeks (both kind of cheeks,yes). He is also weirdly handsome and kind of a soft. The same thing goes for him too. Murder, beating up, torture, r@pe etc.
Anyways,long story short,these are people that i wouldnt be sad at if they died or got hurt. Also the people who i would love to hurt if it was legal. But, yknow, my hate for A,or any of these people, teaches me something. No matter how much of an asshole you are, no matter what you do,if you are popular for a good reason, you will always be the one winning, its just the way society works. And honestly,classmates like these make me understand some school shooters and why they do it, of course, im not saying its justifyed at all, its one of the stupidest things to do,but i kinda have those thoughts too. Last words: I hope every one of these people i counted above a very unpleasent life and death,they ruined the most active moments of my life,puberty,and further boosted my sadness and p*rn addiction.

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(Descriptions of fictional crimes investigated by the story's main Character Max.)
Detective's Fate
It's august of 2008.....
Max is a detective living in Chicago He checks his pistol and puts on his police badge as he walks out his front door.
He has been searching for a serial killer known as the Caller for years and always been one step behind due to the red tape.....
More importantly the chief's lazy attitude towards getting search warrants and actions approved by the courts for raids. Twice Max had good intel on the suspect's locations and photo evidence showing him at the sites.
The department needs more vigilant, caring officers and leaders but no one steps up to do it, instead they just complain about the slow progress and officers. And hinder investigations.
Now Max has decided that it might be time to stop playing by the rules and catch this scumbag.... .... ....
Starting his car Max sets his GPS to the address that "The Caller" was last seen and pulls out of his driveway as the 50 miles of directions pop up.
The killer's nickname being for his signature of calling in as he is committing the crime.
As he drives he remembers his first case, five years ago now..... ..... .....
A woman, Joane Taylor, was found dead in an alleyway after going out for the night. She showed no signs of struggle leading the police to believe she had drank to much and expired from alcohol poisoning.... ...
The death was written off as a "party gone wrong".... That is until several more were found and the coroner decided on a whim to test for other substances.
Once it came out that the deaths were possible murders...
The calls started coming in, almost like the suspect wanted credit before revealing himself....
Then ways of the deaths began changing as the Serial Killer explored his twisted desires searching for his preferred method.
The last case being a young woman found stuffed in a dumpster after the killer apparently got scared off.... Max will never forget it.... .... ....
The GPS finishes and the car beeps its final direction, taking an exit off the highway. Ramps out here are always confusing... Which is funny since he has driven this one for five years now...
The chief says he should sit this one out but he can't... The latest victim 3 months ago.
Marie Spelner, a waitress out on her smoke break talking to her spouse on the phone.
Survived by her husband, no children or living relatives. ....
Max Spelner turns into the driveway of the house he was directed to... Stepping out of the car he walks up and knocks on the door. Looking at the house he knows the family must be doing well if they live here.... Raising his hand to knock again he hears a scream from inside....
A second later the door is answered by a middle aged butler holding a tray with wine glasses on it... "Hello Sir, I'm sorry but this house does not wish to partake in any offers at this time..."
Max calmly says. "I'm not selling anything."
The butler looks confused for a moment before his eyes dart over Max's shoulder seeing his unmarked cruiser and he nods.
Looking past the butler Max sees that a woman is cleaning up after their dog.
"Have you seen this man?" Says Max holds up a picture of the one suspected of being the killer.
The butler gives it a once over before replying. "I'm sorry sir, no I have not." His tone sounds like he is lying... ....
"Are you sure?" The detective asks.
"I would not lie about something like that, sir." He states, his eyes not meeting Max's.
The woman calls from inside "Fletcher, who are you talking too?"
"Some man asking about a killer" he calls back.
"The killer is an inside job!" The woman quickly states.
"What?!" Max says.
"The Killer, it's an inside job." She says again, louder this time. In the same Max also hears a child begin to cry in another room.
"We should start from the beginning, it will be easier to explain trust me." The woman says.
'She seems to know what is going on....
"How do I know your story holds water?" He asks out loud.
"Oh I wouldn't lie. I have been following the case myself and it seems like an inside job to me." She states, somehow sounding hurt.
"Is there anyone else in the house besides you two and the baby?" He asks noticing the baby isn't crying anymore.
"Just Fletcher and I live here, the baby is my cousins but he just stays the night sometimes." She replies.
Max draws his gun and enters the house upon reasonable suspicion of an emergency in progress or suspect on the premisses as the man seems to be deceiving.
While the woman still seems unconcerned that the child is now silent.
He pushes past the butler and rushes towards the area he heard the crying. passes the entryway, the dinning room, and a kitchen before finally finding a child in a playpen.
"There there..." He says in a sing song voice picking up the child. "I'm officer Max, do you know where your mommy is?"
The child just cries louder.
Then he sees the man from the photo walk out of the bathroom, upon seeing him he bolts for the door and Max sets the child down gently then gives chase.
He runs through the house, following the man as he can hear the woman screaming at him to stop but he doesn't."
"Stop or I'll shoot." The man doesn't even break stride.
Instead he runs out of the front door and jumps into his car.
Furious that the man might escape he fires at the car as it drives away.
The back window shatters and he hopes he got his tire, but he doesn't wait to find out as he runs to his car and initiates a pursuit....
He flips on his concealed lights in his cruiser as he reverses down the drive and into the street.
The suspects car is fast but he manages to keep up with it weaving in and out of traffic as people move over for the siren.
As they approach a red light there is heavy traffic in the intersection..... ....
The suspect slams on his brakes and Max's cruiser only just stops short of hitting it. Jumping out the Detective points his firearm at the vehicle running up beside seeing heavily tinted windows.
"Get out of the car and on the ground now!!" He shouts as he moves to the driver's side door.
After seeing no response....
Max throws open the door and the driver is gone with the passenger side open.
He quickly runs to the other side catching the man trying to sneak off tackling him to the ground and then takes his arms putting them behind his back.
Max grabs his radio and calls it in as the man cries.
As he is waiting he hears a noise that sounds like static.....
"Wrong guy moron.. Did you ever stop to think I wanted you close for this one. That I planned everything...Even framing the pothead..... I almost lost interest until you pulled in the driveway... The attic is kinda cramped tho... I think I'll go carve some meat. Maybe graduate to other things to. I'm not sure yet. Lets see if you can catch me before......" A familiar voice says over the radio then cuts off... ...
Max looks at the man on the ground. "Why did you run from me?" He asks.
"Cause I have like 19 grams of marijuana in my pocket." He replies...
"Do you know how stupid that is?! I don't care about that I'm looking for a killer."
Before he can answer Max hears the woman from the house screaming for her life and a child's cries on his radio.
Then from below Max. "He's in the house, he's in the house! My mom and the baby!" The man on the ground says crying.
Max uncuffs him and runs to his car heading back to the house as he lays down rubber on the road... ... ...
As he approaches and pulls into the driveway he notices the front door is open.
"Hold on I'm coming!" Max screams jumping out of his cruiser...
He runs into the house finding the woman's body arriving too late. Moving over to her he checks for a pulse but she is gone, a large gash in her neck.
As he stands up he slips in a fluid but gains his balance and tries not to think about what it is....
He rushes to the room the baby was in finding the play pen empty. He leaves the room searching the rest of the house and still doesn't find the child.
"Where are you!!!" He calls out....
"This is the Callers first kidnapping and the media would eat up the fact I failed to stop the man." He thinks as he blames himself.
Sirens begin to blare in the distance as backup is about to arrive... ... ...
"There's a woman dead and a baby missing! The woman is in the dinning room straight ahead of the front door, Hurry!" He yells into his radio...
Looking over at the mother seeing a piece of paper on the floor.
He walks over to it seeing writing.
"So close... Looks like I'm a kidnapper now.... Good luck finding me.... And... I so enjoyed killing that sweet wife of yours. Might do it that way again. Not to the kid tho....later Max. Ps. This game is so fun.." It says.
"He was here..." Is all he can muster as the team enters.
"He was right in this house and I missed it because her son freaked over weed and ran..." He says as another officer speaks to him gently.
"Don't beat yourself up Detective, it's not your fault. He must have hid before you got her and left after you arrived." The words do little to comfort him "First day back on the job and the killer escaped taking a child..." He says as he walks away.
The chief arrives in his new lexus with a screeching of rubber as he lurches to a halt.
He quickly exits and leaves his door hanging open as he rushes into Max's face....
"I told you to stay away from this case MAX!!!!....(takes a breath)...
"If I catch any flak from my superiors, I won't suspend you.... That'd be to easy. Desk duty and an entry level demotion. The new guy will have a higher rank than you if things go my way.... Now get outta my sight...". "(Sighs)...
"This job is gonna be the death of me..." He says walking away from Max and towards the Coroner's van..... ..... .....
On the way home the detective stops by the store close to his house which is unlike him because he usually follows the same routine.
He nears the front door and he hears a kitchen timer ding loudly from behind him as his car explodes throwing him through the storefront windows as they are blown out..... .....
Alarms around the lot and others nearby create a cacophony of noise. His head pounding as his body aches, Max pushes himself up and collapses as the store manager runs over to him telling him not to move as he dials 911.... .... ....
Waking in the hospital Max recalls the feeling of the Shockwave as he flinches in phantom pain.
"Who woulda thought its like holding a ringing metal bat that hurts your hands but all over and way more intense." He thinks.
He suddenly feels tired and falls asleep.... .... .... ....
The next time he wakes, he sees a breaking news story that Jane Saltani is reporting on....
"Young toddler Accidently Shoots Serial killekidnapper ending his life and Alerting residents in the Area." The news anchor says.
Sighing to himself Max thinks about how crazy that is and laughs.
Tho he really wanted to bring the guy in. He closes his eyes to get some much needed sleep as his door opens.
Max looks up to see a man with a silenced pistol pointed at him.
"Hm. Now they think I'm dead. Funny how they just assume they got the right guy. Just like.... You did Detect... ....." Max hears but then hears no more as his end comes at just over the speed of sound....
The Caller leaves the hair of another intelligent convicted murderer that he obtained in a spot that's believable and quickly leaves.....
He disables the surveillance system and sends a virus out to any device that has received video data from the hospital.
Erasing and corrupting the systems. Leaving a master hackers finger prints on a glass from his home....
"Sorry, no witnesses." He says to the security guard as he fires... ..... ..... .... ....

I (M17) am classmates with and sit with these two guys in my Spanish class and they’re pretty funny and make a lot of jokes and stuff and I’ll make some jokes with them too and we give each other a great laugh. But more recently they’ve been talking about the LGBTQ+ and they’ve been saying shit like “I wish homosexuality was still classified as a mental illness. It was a mistake to make it legal.” Or things like “We need to bring bullying back to bully gay people.” Or “How the fuck can a dude be gay? When you’re a man you should see a woman and only be attracted to that.” Or “People who are gay are satanists.” I’ve kind of pretended to go along with it or just say nothing to it, but it’s really getting to the point where I just wanna say “Shut the fuck up!” and slap them in the face. But of course with me being closeted still, I’m worried of being shunned away or them possibly being homophobic towards me and throw insults and slurs at me and whatever. What would you guys do?

I've tried googling this topic beforehand, but the majority of Reddit threads seem to center around restaurant/small business environments which don't seem to apply to me. Given I work for "big corporate", I wanted to throw my question out there and hopefully get your guidance--whether I'm misinterpreting the entire situation or if I should go for it tactfully.
I'm [M31] working as a senior financial analyst for a large national corporation and this girl [F27] recently joined my small 3-person team (in a dept of ~30 people). We're of equal job titles. She's a naturally bubbly, friendly person so I can't tell if she's just being who she is or something more. Also given she's new to the company/team, I wanted to keep it as professional as possible when we first got to know each other.
In her first week on the team, she said and did things I feel are beyond just being friendly:

• After getting to know each other better, I overheard her talking with other coworkers how "whiskeywinewheywhale (WWW) is like an onion, he's so interesting"
• Asked me what my ethnicity was and then responded, "Oh I know you guys age like fine wine"
• Giving me light friendly arm punches (I didn't reciprocate the physical contact)
• Out of the blue walked by my cube and asked me to take her on a tour of the entire building

It's been about 5 months since she's been on the team and since then these things have occurred:

• I give her a nickname (which I'm known for doing for almost everyone). While this isn't necessarily notable, there was an instance early on where I congratulated her on a presentation she did "You crushed that one, [nickname]". Months later she mentioned off-hand that she thinks about that message (with a dog heart emoji)
• She's often waited for me to finish up work at the end of the day so we walk down to our cars together
• She has mentioned she thinks I'm so funny (that she's "cackling at her desk" in response to some dumb dad joke i had made (I lean to more sarcastic humor)
• We're in the office twice a week. On those days she'll sometimes ask me to grab coffee in the morning or in the afternoon (walking down to the office cafe for like 5 min).
  • With the summer around the corner, I often go walking outside on my own in the afternoon. She asked to join me on these walks and we've done this a couple of times where we just walk and talk.
• She mentioned that she tried to find my IG profile but failed (as well as our other male team member). We ended up connecting later on.
• She's often mentioned she talks about me with her mom and sister. (but I feel like any normal person might tell their family what their coworkers are like...so idk)
• We've driven together on a couple of occasions to after-work company events (she has her own car but says it's too messy for her to drive me)
• On a couple of occasions where we don't see eye to eye on a trivial topic, I've joked "That's why we'll never get along / OMG you're sooo annoying, you're like the bane of my existence". Apparently she took this super seriously.
  • Last week she called me on her 1hr drive home after I made that joke for a 2nd time and asked "did you really mean that? I didn't like that. Are you upset with me?" I reassured her I was just joking and then we spent the full hour on the phone just talking about family, life, dreams, etc.
• Some days we'll not speak due to how busy we are, she has followed up 2-3 times saying "WWW you've giving me dark energy, is everything ok?" (I'm generally positive with everyone but when I'm super focused I get resting bitch face)
• She's big into horoscopes and so she was persistent on finding out time/date/location details to figure out my sign (she ended up sending me an entire PDF report on it...though she says now she doesn't remember what day my birthday is)
• ~1-2 times a week she'll MS TEAMS video call me asking me for guidance on financial models. We'll often figure out the problem and then just stay on the video call for 1-2 hours just chatting or even not chatting...just keeping the video live while we work
  • During these conversations she'll often profess to some deep embarrassing secrets then get flustered "I can't believe I just said that to you"
• NOTE: She's on a couple of occasions called me "friend"/"pal" which is perhaps the biggest thing that gives me pause. We've also never discussed anything sexual in nature or dating (except joking about finding sugar daddy/mommys)

This all said, because I grew up super shy, I'm apt to lean toward assuming people are just being nice rather than being flirty and am generally non-reactive to things/people. But given the points above, I feel like i could be looking at her through rose-tinted glasses. This girl is probably one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen and I do enjoy her energy, but given the professional context (i'm happy with what i do), I don't want to overstep and make things awkward.
Appreciate any thoughts.

I just want to vent. To be fair, I may be going through a period of mental unwellness.
• I am mixed southern indigenous/Ashkenazi Jew from my father. My mother is blond hair, blue eyed white. I lived in my fathers household until he surrendered me legally at 8. It was a multi generation household. My primary language was a mixture of native language and Spanish.
•My mother moved me to Alaska and had a white stepfather adopt me. Quickly after, they got divorced. She went to jail. She lost custody of me. He handed me to his sister to raise but ultimately I ended up in a home for youth and then homeless as an adult in a more rural area of Alaska etc etc a journey.
•I stopped speaking Spanish. I was introduced to physical punishments. My siblings, my grandma, my cousins were all gone.
•On top of the sadness of becoming disconnected and displaced, being the only person of color in a predominately white area made me feel targeted. My earliest memory of being targeted was running from a dirt road into the woods as a kid to get away from an old white guy in a truck.
•I dropped out of school once I hit 9th grade to have kids which I raised on my own. We lived in a van down by the river. I didn’t know why that was funny until I YouTubed the snl clip later in life.
•I had a white man drunkenly hold a gun to my face while calling me racial slurs. An alaskan native woman walking her dog saw and called the police. The white man told them he only smelled like alcohol because he was drinking earlier but no longer drunk. His gun was in his hand because he was walking it to his car. The police then told me they thought the native woman was intoxicated because they said she was slurring her words. She wasn’t. She spoke differently due to her Inuit language. The cops left without saying goodbye. I had to run.
•later, I tried leaving Alaska. I wasn’t prepared for the states. I got a job cleaning houses under the table. I had no daycare assistance so I had to take two of my babies with me to clean a house. A white person whom was a stranger to me broke in and strangled me in front of my kids. I fought for my life and won. It’s a crazy story- but ultimately it made more sense to me when I found out they had issues with the home owner. They were from Killeen Texas and had once worked in the police force- but were no longer employed by the police. The Colorado police did not help me when they showed up. They did not want to take pictures of my neck but I insisted. They did not ask me if I needed medical help. They refused to press charges, something about it needing to go to legal people first because they “couldn’t make a decision on what happened.” I left scratches all over the assailants face. Their eye was bleeding. I also put my hand in their mouth and tore their lip. They said I had jumped them and the police insinuated I was lucky to be walking away. I drove myself to the ER.
•I ran back to Alaska.
I think what I’m struggling with now, is being othered. The classic: I’m too white to go home. I’m too brown to exist here.
I made a poor attempt to talk openly about experienced racism on another platform, which has since been deleted and that’s fine- but was told that the racism I experienced was generous because I’m so white presenting. That “they thought you were a person of color?”
That’s frustrating. I think I’m so desperate to communicate and find healing bonds that I’m flailing.
I often feel like a non identifying creature who lives in a twilight between worlds where either side seems displeased that I exist
Lol I hate it here

Hello everyone so l'm originally from Puerto Rico and my girlfriend she was born here in the USA but her parents are from El Salvador she speaks both English and Spanish. Once I came here I was in high school and I had to learn English even though I already had knowledge of it I was still put in ELD (English language development) got level 4 when I first started. I had a lot of struggle learning it but I did. I work as a sign installer (construction) now so l'm most of the time with mix of Spanish people and English. I can communicate with everyone and have conversations easily in which I'm great full for that. My only problem is I have trouble reading it. I can speak it but when it comes to reading it on a book or paper I struggle badly. I told her to stop and she just kept laughing. When I told her I'm not playing like what she doing is rude she started answering
(Exact words she used) Ight. Ight. Shut up. Your acting like I can't speak Spanish. Tf It hurt me and bothered the fact that I told her it's not funny and she kept laughing and like it was disrespectful. I know this might sound dumb but it hurt the fact she didn't payed attention to my feelings and took it as a joke when I told her "I'm sorry I can't really read English, I have trouble with doing it" I'm sorry I just needed to vent. It took me years and I'm still learning it everyday & someone just laughed at me like that sorry but that's not cool..
TL;DR I honestly got mad and needed to vent is there something I should do?

I have a pony named Galaxy, and here are the most common ones I use for her:
Lexi
Lexi lou
Sweetheart
Galaxy(In high-pitched voice)
Ma cherie(French for my darling)
Galaxy Quest Dickynooks(Her full name. I say it in a british accent whenever she's in trouble)
Honey
I'd love to hear the funny nicknames you give your fur babies.

I feel that with Kidd already having the nickname of Captain that that wouldn't be it. But it would be funny if he had some beef with Kidd over it

My husband and I are expecting our first soon. His family is Mexican and Italian and primarily speaks Spanish, my family is American and speaks English. We plan to raise the baby bilingual and will spend time in both the US and Mexico. We want a name that works well in English, Spanish, and romance languages generally.
We really love the name Melina for a baby girl, with a nickname of Mel or Meli. We are not telling our family or friends the name ahead of time, so looking to get a gut check from kind internet strangers instead. Thoughts on this name?

We moved into this house 5.5 years ago. I'd never experienced anything 'paranormal' before. I was a hardcore sceptic. It was around 18 months later that I began to experience disturbing paranormal events I cannot explain no matter how much science I read. Note: I do not have a history of hallucinations or schizophrenia or anything, I was not smoking weed at the time nor on any other drugs. I was in my mid-twenties at the time. Help?
The first incident was on a November night at about 10:51 pm (almost all events happened between 10:51pm-2:00am but primarily between 11-1). For context, I'd spent the last hour playing Among Us and studying from a Spanish textbook. I would listen to relaxing jazz sometimes and drink some Jack Daniels (but was not drunk). I went to pee, my mind was focused on how clevefunny the games were and how I couldn't wait to get back to what I was doing. When I pulled my trousers up, a noise caught my attention. There was an Alberto Balsam shampoo bottle (about 1/3 or just under full) between the taps on the sink. It is a standard, British porcelain sink close to the toilet but to touch the bottle I would need to extend my arm, bending my elbow as I did that night was nowhere near close enough for contact. The bottle rocked far to the left, to the right, unnaturally, and repeated this motion about 5 times before it came to a standstill in its original position. It wasn't a small wobble, it was a slow, intentional rock side-to-side (the bottle should not have been able to rock so far to either side without falling over). My bathroom is tiny but I couldn't touch the bottle let alone cause it to rock the way it did. The window was closed, there was no breeze and nobody else in the room. I tried to replicate it another time by blowing hard on the bottle, flapping my arms and holding myself in the same position as when it happened but I could not touch/move the bottle. Even with generous leeway, I could not touch that bottle. In short: it wasn't me and it ruined my night. This incident terrified me.
A couple of days later, I was in the same bathroom washing my hands at about the same time at night when I experienced a sudden and intense sensation that something sinister was behind me staring at me. I looked up at the mirror and couldn't see anything behind me, but I felt something there. I was too afraid to move, I finished washing my hands after a minute or so, and when the feeling began to fade I left the bathroom. This became a regular occurrence. Particularly in the kitchen and bathroom, I felt something 'there' or that something was watching me and attempting to interact with me. The presence was somewhat imposing and dark. I couldn't see it. My partner didn't believe me when I told him about these incidents and would go to bed before me so he didn't witness them at first. I believed this presence was a 'man' and for a while thought it might've been the deceased elderly man who used to live here. He was placed in a care home aged 95 and was known as a nasty, horrible old man. The man passed away at some point, I'm not sure when but it was either during the incidents or towards the end of them.
Additionally, we had a living room carpet and as these incidents increased in frequency I began to hear something plucking at the carpet in the corner by the door. When I moved the curtain there was nothing there and the noise stopped. This is where my partner comes in because he stayed up later occasionally and he HEARD the noise. I didn't prompt him, I heard it and remained quiet until he picked up on it. I told him that was the noise I was hearing, he went to investigate and couldn't see anything. This is what made him suspicious too. We have a rabbit but checked on him, he was in his cage eating in the next room while the noises happened. Unless he could teleport, pluck the carpet before our eyes while invisible and teleport back into his cage- it wasn't him. Since then, I lifted the floor to see if anything could have plucked the carpet from beneath the floorboards. The floorboards are locked tight and it would've been impossible to touch the underside of the carpet or underlay.
This may be my mind manifesting fear, but I began to have horrible dreams about an old man with beady, shiny black eyes, a partially bald head and white hair in a forest (I recognised the layout from a forest far away in my hometown I used to ride a horse in). These dreams were disturbing and the men were not like ordinary people, I felt they were trying to toy with me before they k*lled me. One night I woke up to feel someone standing over me, another I woke up and briefly glimpsed black writing all over the wall on the landing. When I blinked it vanished. I was terrified and often felt something on the landing or in the room. I had no history of sleep paralysis before moving to this house. My partner told me he believed that whatever it was enjoyed scaring me and was feeding on my fear. I tried after this to not be afraid and to confront it, which worked to some degree.
One of the worst incidents was when I knew the 'man' was there, I felt him standing about 2 feet away from my computer chair. He liked to stand over me and sometimes breathe on me while I was gaming. I was playing World of Warcraft, I remember exactly what I was doing. I knew he was trying to get my attention and I ignored him. I forced myself to calm down. Then he moved closer and I heard a 'HUFF' as though someone breathed heavily through their mouth only inches from my ear. I took my headset off and looked round but the presence disappeared into the kitchen. I felt he wanted me to follow him, so I did. My attention was guided out of the window as though he was leading me there. I went to the window and looked out. I saw a shape out there that looked like an adult male of about 6ft wearing a grey hoodie and gloves standing near my back fence as though he'd just climbed over. Could I have been mistaken? yeah, but I tried to run from the window and ended up in freeze mode by the kitchen door. I couldn't move, I tried so hard to get away because I thought this man was going to break into my house and attack me. I don't know where the 'man' was but after about 2 minutes I made it into the living room, 2 more and I went back to check. The 'man' and the 'real man' were both gone. A strange part of me believed the 'man' chased the real figure off. I felt as though he'd tried to save me that night and I became more sympathetic to him.
There was another incident, which could be explained otherwise but my partner wasn't convinced. We had a small children's desk with two wooden chairs behind us, we stacked the chairs on the table while our daughter was upstairs. While we were on the computers, the chairs came crashing to the floor. They were not precariously stacked. The doors were open and there was a breeze but the wind should not have been capable of knocking even small wooden chairs to the floor. This happened in daylight in the late afternoon.
Over time this began to fade. I feared the man less. I often felt his presence in the kitchen standing far too close to me. One time I felt a sudden icy blow down the left side of my neck. Our house is cold and drafty so although I'm convinced it was him, it could have been something else. My nightmares began to disappear. I would hear him sometimes 'walking' upstairs, and I sensed him go into my daughter's bedroom just to look at her. He never did anything to her. My partner also experienced 'something' going on in the house on several occasions but he is still somewhat a sceptic. Eventually, everything stopped.
After the 'man' disappeared, we had issues with animal footsteps on the stairs. It sounded like a cat running up and down. The first time it happened, we couldn't see anything. The plucking noise continued. Around this time, our house rabbit for some reason jumped out of his cage and we had at least 2-3 incidents where he bolted up the stairs and went into our bedroom. He was running about and this was abnormal for him. Of course, we blamed him and locked his cage tightly so he couldn't escape, but the noises continued. My ex was woken by the noises one night and investigated them only to find the rabbit in his cage and the noises continuing.
The noises and incidents have stopped for quite some time now. The house feels at peace but that was a deeply terrifying event that actually ruined my life and made me feel unsafe in my own home at night. What could it have been?

UPDATE: thanks for all your replies. My cousin just informed me that they already know what it means. Those who suggested something about a wolf meaning were kinda correct. Turns out he was born with a few health risks and a "furr coat" some babies apparently have (which is funny because he didn't really have body hair later on). He was a furry fighter when born therefore the weirdly pronounced wolf name. After that initial stage of worrying he might not make it they called him gagig instead. Its a weird story but thats how it was explained (we're not 100% sure if this is correct but it kinda makes sense)
So my grandpas brothers name is gael like ga-el. As a family we never called him by that name tho. We didnt even know for a long time that that was his real name because everyone called him gagig after his father.
my cousin is having a baby soon and was thinking about naming it after her grandpa (gael). But when we did research on that name all we could find out was its celtic and French people tend to use it a lot.
My cousin isn't sure about the name anymore as she wanted it to be somewhat common for armenians but even we have to admit that her grandpa is the only person with that name we know who is also armenian.
Has anyone ever heard of that name used among armenians because even if she doesn't use it I'm still curious why my grandpas brother had such an uncommon name. (Also what is it with armos and not telling their kids they're using nicknames?)

For example, there's even an official translation of Elden Ring in Thai, which is not expected, usually, it is with Japanese, Chinese, and Korean amongst German, French, Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese as the top contenders for localization. But if there was a Filipino localization team for translating Elden Ring into Tagalog, there would be challenges for key terms heavily tied to the lore, how would they convey "Tarnished" in Tagalog (not Taglish) as in coming up with an actual word for it?
For instance, referencing the original Japanese: 褪せ人 ("Nalalabong Tao") & Italian version: "Senzaluce" ("Walang Illaw") they have to change the wordings and be creative with adapting terms for the player in their country to understand it the way its meant to be intended, it to suit their audience while it still communicates a tone equivalent of the English "Tarnished", so in their case it works in their way. To put it, how would you translate "Tarnished" in Tagalog within the context referring to the player?
Erdtree in Japanese is known as 黄金樹 ("Gintong Puno") as it is a portmanteau of 黄金 ("Ginto") and 樹 ("Puno") so that already conveys that it is talking about the Erdtree, the same applies to Miquella's Haligtree (JP: ミケラの聖樹 & IT: "Sacro Albero di Miquella") as the kanji 聖 ("Banal") is used here, in conjunction with 樹, so it'll be coined as 聖樹 ("Banal na Puno") which connotates Haligtree. How would this also be localized into Tagalog while preserving the meaning?
Especially with Melina's line when you first meet her, she states: "I offer you an accord." but that saying connotates an agreement, status, or recognition, so it means that she is seeking, you as the Tarnished under the pretense of completing her objective. How would a Filipino translator localize that line of dialog in Tagalog while also bearing the same meaning?

Side note: in English, this makes for some comedy, as "Accord" is also an existing car type, so there's bound to be memes about this, how are you going to localize that meme in Tagalog while making Filipinos laugh, basically localizing that sense of humor while keeping the joke funny without loosing its meaning, Filipinos should also get that meme when localized.

The same applies to Japanese 黄金律 (lit: "Ginintuang Batas") how are you going to adaptively translate the word "Golden Order" in Tagalog within the confines of Elden Ring lore? The definition: a set of beliefs which is a set of beliefs surrounding the Greater Will*, an outer god who enforces their decisions through a vassal known as the Two Fingers*.

*Two Fingers: they act as a destiny to the demi-gods, a path which they must take. They are the main manfestation of the greater will in the game other than Elden Beast. (How are you going to translate this word in Tagalog? - Remember, not literally! Instead an adaptive translation.)
*Also, how are you going to translate "greater will" in Tagalog in this context? as it connotates a deeper definition than a general one. The 'greater will' is what ruled the Lands Between prior to the 'shattering'
*The lands between is that it's connected between all lands, as the name suggests.
*Shattering - a term that is defined as the war between demigods and the smashing of the Elden ring.

A Filipino translator will need to play the game first in Japanese or English to fully understand the lore and content, other specific terms like "shattering" & "the Lands Between" may stump Filipino translators at first if localizing it for the Filipino player base, as they have to be creative when conveying that in Tagalog, as you want positive feedback in return, while the meaning is preserved:

• If the Filipino translator is smart enough to come up with an equivalent for both terms while the Tagalog translation stays faithful to the game's lore and theme, then the player base will be very impressed that a Pinoy managed to translate that part during the cutscene accurately while they are reading the Tagalog subtitles, as Elden Ring only has English dub.
• If a Filipino translator went out of their way to adaptively translate the names of spells, weapons, talismans, and boss remembrances (along with their descriptions and special effects) the reaction from the Pinoy player base would be like: "Wow! Ang galing ng pagsasalin! Paano nila nagawang isalin ang lahat ng iyon nang tumpak sa Tagalog?"

Also, when it comes to translating the UI of the game itself, how will Filipino translators adaptively localize the names of bosses, locations & regions, weapons, spells, etc.? Including the attributes and stats attached to your character:
EG. Player's stats:

日本語 (オリジナル)	English release (Official)	Versione ufficiale in italiano
レベル	(Character) Level	Livello
生命力	Vitality (HP)	Vitalità
精神力	Mind (FP)	Mente
持久力	Endurance (Stamina)	Tempra
筋力	Strength	Forza
技量	Dexterity	Destrezza
知力	Intelligence	Intelligenza
信仰	Faith	Fede
神秘	Arcane	Arcano

How would you acurately translate them into Tagalog (not Taglish) while maintaining their overall meaning (also fitting into the available space within the HUD of the game's UI) and the meanings connoate your the characters stats towards Filipino players? (which the translation is adaptive, not translated literally by word.)

EG. Bosses:

日本語 (オリジナル)	English release (Official)	Versione ufficiale in italiano
百智卿ギデオン	Gideon, the All Knowing	Gideon l'Onniscente
爛れた樹霊	Ulcerated Tree Spirit	Spirito arboreo ulcerato
星砕きのラダーン	Starscourge Radahn	Radhan il Flagello celeste
黄金律、ラダゴン	Radagon of the Golden Order	Radagon dell'Ordine Aureo
忌み鬼、マルギット	Margit, the Fell Omen	Margit il Presagio Implacabile
忌み王、モーゴッド	Morgot, the Omen King	Morgott, Re Presagio
接ぎ木のゴドリック	Godrick, the grafted	Godrick l'Innestato
冒涜の君主、ライカード	Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy	Rykard, Signore della Blasfemia

How would you adaptively (not literally) translate boss names and titles into Tagalog (not Taglish) while giving Filipino players a 'badass' vibe by reading the boss names upon their first encounter, their reaction is along the lines of "Wow! That's a cool name they gave [boss]!" You want to impress them based on how it is translated, not disappoint them.

EG. Spells & Incantations:

日本語 (オリジナル)	English release (Official)	Versione ufficiale in italiano
彗星アズール	Comet Azur	Cometa di Azur
創星雨	Founding Rain of Stars	Pioggia di Stelle Primordiali
ラニの暗月	Ranni's Dark Moon	Luna Nera di Ranni
アデューラの月の剣	Adula's Moonblade	Lama Lunare di Adula
黒き剣	Black Blade	Lama Nera
黄金樹の回復	Erdtree Heal	Cura dell'Albero Madre
坩堝の諸相・尾	Aspects of the Crucible: Tail	Forma del Crogiolo: Coda
古竜の雷撃	Ancient Dragons' Lightning Strike	Attacco Folgorante dei Draghi Antichi

How would you adaptively (not literally) translate spell or incantation names into Tagalog (not Taglish) while giving Filipino players a 'that sounds cool' vibe by reading the name of the spell or incantation they obtained, their reaction is along the lines of "That's sounds sick! I wanna use that!" You want to impress them based on how it is translated, not disappoint them.

EG. Locations:

日本語 (オリジナル)	English release (Official)	Versione ufficiale in italiano
巨人たちの山嶺	Mountaintop of the Giants	Montagne dei Giganti Ovest
崩れゆくファルムアズラ	Crumbling Farum Azula	Farum Azula in Frantumi
王都ローデイル	Leyndell, Royal Capital	Leyndell, La Capitale Reale
深き根の底	Deeprot Depths	Abisso tra le Radici
啜り泣きの半島	Weeping Peninsula	Penisola del pianto
永遠の都、ノクローン	Nokron, Eternal City	Nokron, Città Eterna
腐れ湖	Lake of Rot	Lago Putrescente
忌み捨ての地下	Subterranean Shunning-Grounds	Abissi Dimenticati

How would you adaptively (not literally) translate the names of locations and areas within Elden Ring into Tagalog (not Taglish) while giving Filipino players a 'that's awesome' vibe by reading the name of where they are, their reaction is along the lines of "The name perfectly matches where I am" You want to impress them based on how it is translated, not disappoint them.

As you can see, a Filipino translator will have to not only speak Tagalog at a native level, would also need extensive knowledge of the fantasy genre in general, like playing other RPGs or Souls-like titles to have a full understanding of the types of jargon they use, eg. HP, FP / Mana, Stamina. I mean, translators of other languages can localize Elden Ring, like German or Thai for example, they have their localization team that can adaptively translate the game. So, a Filipino translator will have to be creative with their wordings upon localizing Elden Ring into Tagalog.
A Filipino who would translate the game into Tagalog would have to be very well versed in fantasy, as Elden Ring is heavily dependent on this theme, the translator will need to localize the words into Tagalog while connotating a fantastical and "Lord of the Rings" vibe that also brings intrigue to Filipino players the same way how Harry Potter hooked fans of Non-English speaking backgrounds, and it was a massive hit globally, as translators have to be creative upon localizing the books into their respective languages while they still preserve their meanings.
The result should be like this:

• The overall Tagalog text for names of locations, spells, weapons & etc. should be concise so that it won't tire Filipino players who are reading it, the subtitles should also be consistent with the dialog spoken, as their wordings perfectly reflect and connotate what is being said in English. (It's the only dub available.)
• "The translation is impressive! It's so good as if Bandi Namco or From Software themselves hired a Filipino team to localize Elden Ring, seriously! The Tagalog text is translated perfectly, and the meanings match! The names of everything in the game flow super well! I don't know how in the hell they have to come up with unique wordings, but it fits!"

For context: I broke up with him almost half a year ago. We’d been together a year. I’m young, and I’ve only had two boyfriends, but I loved this man more than life itself. I can’t imagine ever loving anyone more.
I even ended the relationship when we were in a good place. Previously he would take out his struggles on me, accusing me of silly little things and just being generally mean, but in that part of our relationship, he’d been brilliant for a few weeks, and I sort of had this revelation - if he was nice to me now, he always had the capability, and chose not to. Obviously, this was moronic. I should have been happy he was in a better place. On top of that I was just so fucking tired of the fighting and the crying and the way it seemed to drain all the life out of me. So I ended things.
My friends and family don’t like him anymore - because they know some of the things he did and said, but they don’t know the context. They don’t know how he was with me most of the time.
He was generous, funny, kind. He bought me thoughtful gifts (like animal plushies, which I love, the profit of which also donated to animal based charities) was there whenever I needed him, was understanding of all my trauma, everything. He’d get me food, even wash my hair when I was too depressed to do it myself. He knew exactly what I liked, and would send me silly pictures of moths and capybaras and things when I was sad, and just because. We had silly nicknames. He never made fun of me for being childish. He told me he loved me constantly, we’d kiss in elevators, he used to eat dinner with my family multiple times a week.
He is still the most beautiful person I have ever met, in body, mind, and soul. His mind is brilliant and soft and complex. I love the way he thinks, thoughts darting so fast between things that are barely connected but somehow in a way I understand, I love the way he speaks, the way his voice sounded when he talked about something he loved. The variation in cadence and the way it would speed up slightly. Everything.
I think I’ve screwed it forever now though. We don’t talk anymore. In the mean time, I’ve engaged with other people (after a grace period of a month or so), and even though I haven’t slept with or dated any of them, I know he’d hate that.
I’ve been losing sleep over this lately. I’m in first year University and I can’t even sleep with anyone because it feels like some sort of betrayal. I feel like I look for him in everyone I meet. I can’t talk to someone in a non-platonic context for more than a few weeks (except one person that I’ve already cut off) before I think of him and what he’d say and whether he’d still want me after that.
I know this whole rant is stupid but I just feel absolutely horrific and I don’t know what to do. Well, I suppose I do - leave him alone - but I don’t know how to eat and sleep and love like before.

I call the method:

eh-cc-tp method for short, eh method, is fine. It is a funny lovely name. 

The goal:

People can start to write notes in 2 days! The notes can be understood by both Chinese and Japanese, possibly Korean and Vietnamese. They can read novels and poems in a week! Also, the same method should be used for native kids. They are wasting too much time. The saved time can be used for learning 3rd language, e.g. Japanese, Spanish, or Russian ☺️ 

I know you may say it is like selling snake oil.
But I cannot help it — I have a dream, and, I want to help.
Thanks to people’s suggestions, I researched below non-traditional approaches, ie, shortcuts.

Mandarin blueprint Hanzi hero Ninchanese Heisig 

I do not like them, except the last one: I really love Heisig!
The only thing I can complain about it is that it is not extreme enough.
Below are the doctrines of my extreme-heisig method🤪

Sound is not important at all. Writing is the core and the key. It is both the beginning and the end! Tones are even less important. In writing, the basic unit is the component. So, strokes are not important at all. Just draw them, it is an art, for God’s sake! There are only 300 - 500 components. So, we can use brute force to learn them. And they are easy to learn, because etymology is the natural and best mnemonics. But we do not want the free-association mnemonics. We just learn and use etymology. Because etymology is real, it is the truth. Truth and only truth can set us free! Only the true etymology can guarantee components happen in other places and therefore will repeat. Repetition enhances memory. Below leads to cc: Classical Chinese. Written Chinese (again, for Chinese, spoken language is not important at all) is an ancient language. It has a very stable, continuous, and verifiable history for about 3000 years. Nothing in the world can come even close! So, most western linguists can just shut up! But we love professors like Heisig! Written Chinese is also a very young language: modern written Chinese started mostly from post-ww2. Before that, it was Classical Chinese. That classical Chinese is more important than modern Chinese is that it is easier, and, it is more respected. So, just like “written Chinese is the beginning and the end”, Classical Chinese is the beginning and the end! So, to learn Chinese, you should start with learning Classical Chinese! An important note: I assume that you are an adult; that you prefer thinking systematically, rationally; that you learn Chinese to complete yourself, not to finish other’s tasks. If you are young, and in a hurry to learn conversations, this method is ALSO for you: just remember the “beginning and the end”, and, just remember parallelism. Why do we say Classical Chinese is much simpler? Classical Chinese’s “words” are one syllable per word, ie, one character per word. Classical Chinese’s grammar is super flexible and super simple: it has almost no rule! You just put characters together, intuitively as a machine would do. Yes, a machine, a simple-minded robot! As a result, to learn Classical Chinese and begin to be able to use it, is just to remember 3000 characters. Those characters are composed by about 300 components. Now, you tell me, how difficult can that be？！ Because of modern informatics, in recent years, we now have a clear and solid category system to organize those 300 components and 3000 characters. Below is the last link of the chain, tp: toki pona Modern experimentation of constructed languages shows that only 130 characters should be enough. So, we can start with 130 characters and start to use Classical Chinese. We do not need rote memorization.