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Link to the video: https://youtu.be/9pNjj8ozct0
If I understood the subreddit rules correctly, direct links to Youtube aren't allowed but the links are allowed in forms of text posts and due to the video being almost 27 minutes long I chose to upload the video on Youtube instead of uploading it directly to Reddit.
I added timestamps to the video description for each round and to the gear, sync grid, lucky skill and parameter sections of the video. I also listed out couple obvious mistakes I made during the fights in the description.
Teams and match ups

• Round 1 Parameters
  
• Team Leaf Sync Grids and Lucky Skills
  

Your standard poison stall strategy. Buff your team and debuff the opposing team and wait for them to succumb to the poison.

• Round 2 Parameters
  
• Team Volkner Sync Grids and Lucky Skills
  

Paralyze the opponents to power up Electivire's sync move and then apply Electric Field and nuke the opposing team once you've raised Electivire's critical-hit rate to three. Raichu helps with Discharge and Luxray can buy you some time with Thunder Fang.

• Round 3 Parameters
  
• Team Misty Sync Grids and Lucky Skills
  

Sync first with Psyduck for double sync buff and Enduring effect. Starmie is the team's main damage dealer with Hydro Pump and Vaporeon helps with it's sync move.

• Round 4 Parameters
  
• Team Jasmine Sync Grids and Lucky Skills
  

The hardest fight out of the five. Sync first with Celesteela for double sync buff and Enduring effect. Sync second with Steelix for Mega Evolution. Sync third with Magnemite for the last double sync buff and then rest of the syncs with either Steelix or Magnemite depending on the move gauge and which one requires healing more.
Celesteela is there to buy time, Magnemite to paralyze and to debuff opponents and Steelix is the main damage dealer.

• Round 5 Parameters
  
• Team Raihan Sync Grids and Lucky Skills
  

Gigalith is the only truly on-type Pokémon and it's mainly role is to tank and the sync. Flygon is there to trap and flinch opponents and to re-set sandstorm once the first one from Gigalith is starting to die down. Duraludon is the main AoE damage dealer and can also flinch opponents.

• Gear

I decided to start doing these 3k CSMM Trainer Team clears when Candice got her third alt but this week was the first time I was able to do a full 15k clear using just Trainer Teams.
I try to keep the clears at least somewhat on-type due to some trainers (coughRedcough) having some absolutely busted units that could easily off-type any stage but some teams (like Raihan) are definitely stretching the on-type restriction a bit but I chose to accept any team where each pair has at least one on-type move on them.
I still had to use one off-type team for this 15k clear though as there is currently no trainers with 3x Fairy type pairs available so I chose Leaf's Poison Stall Team as my 'wild card' for the Fairy round.
I have done and posted nine 3k CSMM Trainer Team clears here on Reddit (all of them listed at the bottom of this post) but there are still at least five more left to do but I'm still missing some pairs or other resources to be able to comfortably do them and hopefully I'll one day be able to do a full on-type 15k CSMM clear with just Trainer Teams.
My 3k CSMM Trainer Team clears

• Team Misty vs 3k CSMM Shauntal
  
• Team Volkner vs 3k CSMM Caitlin
  
• Team Elesa vs 3k CSMM Caitlin
  
• Team Sabrina (feat. Bellelba) vs 3k CSMM Marshal
  
• Team Raihan vs 3k CSMM Alder
  
• Team Skyla vs 3k CSMM Diantha
  
• Team Mallow vs 3k CSMM Siebold
  
• Team Jasmine vs 3k CSMM Diantha
  
• Team Candice vs 3k CSMM Koga
  

I've been trying to understand why do we have a sudden Bitcoin price raise in 2024 and I can't find any good basis for it.
1) Retail and general crowd doesn't seem to be interested in Crypto after previous bull run.
While Binance has slightly increased traffic, the amount is incomparable to a previous bull run
https://imgur.com/QwqyEgw
https://imgur.com/dWYHJYM
2) Exchanges inflow / outflow is declining
In comparison to a previous bull run, when there was clear increase in Exchanges BTC in and out flows.
This cycle I can only see a steady decline in both flows with no correlation to BTC price.
https://imgur.com/mXmlNzA
https://imgur.com/863Gkoe
3) BTC On-Chain token transfer flow is all time low
Since previous market crash, the amount of daily transferred tokens is very low and has no correlation with BTC price. Which can be treated as an indication that people don't transfer BTC anymore
https://imgur.com/49Cvmub
4) BTC ETFs volume had an increase, but the size is incomparable to increased BTC Market Cap
While we do see some institutional interest in BTC, total managed ETF size has increased from $30B to $60B since January, which is incomparable to $400B -> $1.3T BTC Market Cap increase
https://imgur.com/0ufA5ER
While we see a steady decline in public interest, we also see a huge increase in BTC Market Cap since the last year. Personally, I can only see 2 reasons why BTC had a big rally this year.
Possible explanation #1 - futures gambling
BTC has lost its utility and became a gambling instrument for short term futures traders. While the amount of transferred tokens is low, we can see a significant increase in Open Interest on BTC Futures market, and BTC price has significant correlation with futures trading volume
https://imgur.com/ZPcdgsp
Possible explanation #2 - new USDT is printed every day to buy and be backed by BTC
BTC is mostly traded against USDT. While we see a steady increase of USDT Market Cap over this year, we don't see same increase in USDT daily transferred amount.
https://imgur.com/J1rBUt6
We also see a decline in USDC Market Cap since previous bull run
https://imgur.com/Yrp9bLR
Additionally to that, we can see that Bitfinex (a sister company to USDT) exchange has a very large pool of BTC in the exchange, which is incomparable to their daily traded volume
https://imgur.com/5cpZlJK
https://imgur.com/qmk97eh
Conclusion
While we see a steady decline in crypto interest in retail market, but we also see a new ATH and a very large Market Capitalization.
One possible explanation could be a switch from Spot to Futures market, where average crypto investor can gamble away their capital utilizing the power of margin.
Another possible explanation is USDT to USD 1:1 rate is a myth, new USDT is being printed to both buy and elevate BTC price to eventually use new investors attracted by high returns as exit liquidity, increasing negative outlook of crypto in general.
Very curious what do you guys think about it?

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I am on bc for a year now. It works great for my PMDD but I noticed that slowly my depression and anxiety are getting worse and worse. My anxiety is so bad, I am even afraid to sleep and it really affects my life.
But stopping is no option because than I will experience PMDD every month. I can't handle that, PMDD ruined my life. And not just one week a month, but two/three weeks every month.
Can this anxiety and depressed feelings be from the pill? I heard a lot of people about it. But if it is I am so f*cked.

everyone tells me i need a bigger support system but i find most people pretty much completely boring or feel the urge to push them away. or when i come to them for support it doesn’t really help and i just want my fp more. “invest in friendships” it’s fucking tiring and BORING. i literally feel like i’m addicted to a drug that’s ruined my dopamine circuitry and i can’t enjoy anything else anymore. i need to get away from her because yearning for her attention constantly is ruining my life but i’m so completely addicted. i feel completely broken

How do you guys deal with pee in carpet?? 💀 Honestly I’ve tried everything I can. Researched everything.
For context, I live in a mostly carpeted rental apartment with a roommate. I was forced by situations to take in a feral girl I had befriended who turned out to be very pregnant and had her babies safely in my kitchen. I hope to keep her but adopt out her kids when they are old enough. She has let me pet her a little but mostly loves getting toothbrushes lol and I have let her out of the large dog crate she lives in to explore the rest of the apartment a few times. She seems not stressed at all but of course a little skittish. Blood tests and everything came back healthy.
The problem is my house cat (who is staying in my room/bathroom until they can safely mingle) has back legs arthritis and has refused to poop in the litter box now for many years 🤦‍♀️ She has probably pooped everywhere at some point in this apartment. As much as I clean, I know cats have a keener sense and will always find old smells. So when I let miss feral mom out to explore, she found a spot that was hit pretty bad by my cat years ago and promptly peed sooo much pee on top of it.
(Also, my other house cat who passed away last year used a corner of the living room as his urinal one summer years and years ago, and before taking in the feral I was throwing everything I could at that corner to get rid of the smell. Covering it up with tarp and old boxes is the only thing that masks like 90% of it. It looks great. My life is in shambles)
She uses the litter box no problem in the crate. She isn’t fixed yet but has an appointment, not until the babies are older though. And I still let her out but I block off the carpeted area so she only has the small kitchen/dining room to explore but I can tell she wants to see the rest of the place and possibly pee on it. I put down pee pads on the spot she hit just in case she gets past me. But I’m so worried when the kittens start walking they will definitely dart past me and start peeing on everything too.
For the carpet, yes I’ve used enzyme cleaners several times but they only made the stink soooo much worse, I injected it under the carpet too. I have dumped so much vinegar all over, as well as rented a rug doctor. I can’t use baking soda again because it destroyed my last vacuum. My roommate is like hanging by a thread right now with tolerating of all this but loves the cats despite all the accidents. And lastly no I can’t just drop everything and move to a hardwood apartment either because honestly I love this place and location and neighbors and I’ve lived here for so many years. It’s so cheap. New tenant renting prices are astronomical right now where I live.
Anyway sorry TLDR all my cats think my apartment’s carpet is a public restroom please help me

Nowadays, I am trying out things to find my forever hobby. I made mead and it turned out pretty good for a first timer in my opinion.
I am so excited bcs summer is almost here and i can finally go to garage sales. I LOVE Garage Sales and Thrift Shops because you never know what you can find. If you do as well, please send me your best find.
I have also decided that I want to learn Latin so if anyone speaks Latin, i'd appreciate any advice.
So my interests are:
I love metal, rock, house kinda music
I also love anime, movies, and shitty reality tv shows
I love isekai genre animes or anything with magic/fantasy
Just recently started reading manga&manhwa
I watched couple of shitty reality shows as well
Like Kitchen Nightmares, 90 day fiance, my 600lbs life, extreme cheapskates etc.
I also love Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts, Star Wars (recently started).
I have weird curiosities like how do wizards make money in Harry Potter?
I also love photography as in, i basically take pics of anything.
Fun fact about me, i'm obsessed with skulls. I just love skull rings and other things. (Not human or animal skulls)
I live in EST time zone so similar time zones would be better.
Please send a chat request with introducing yourself a little

Can’t seem to do any reasonable damage to him. Help would be appreciated

I've been on a bit of a dimension 20 binge since the beginning of the year, and it hit me today that I appreciate all of the intrepid heroes so much but for just such different reasons.
I love Ally's chaos energy, and their ability to draw laughs out of any situation.
I love Brennan's childlike amazement of everything combined with his ability to guide players and tells stories like nobody else can.
I love Emily for her willingness to throw herself into any situation and make decisions that most other people wouldn't.
I love the way Lou handles, character conflict and the way he handles serious conversations in character.
I love how mellow but genuinely funny Zach is, and the way he can really drive a bit home.
I love the way Siobhan brings her characters to life and her strategic approach to combat.
I love Brian for the way he bounces off other characters and allows his characters to take huge losses if it means an overall win.
There are loads of other things I can say about each of them, but I really just love the way they compliment each other, and how genuinely joyful it is to watch any series with the intrepid heroes.
I love all of the guest casts as well and I love the guest DMs who allow Brennan to play, especially because I can't get enough of watching Brandon as a player.

Back in 2016, I was working at a roadside diner west of St. Cloud, Minnesota. Neat little place, had a bit of a 60’s vibe to it, but without the hairdo. On the slow hours of the day, or whenever we just had locals around, I’d be humming along with the chefs playing radio out of the kitchen. It wasn’t an exciting time, but it was nice to have a workplace that felt like a second home.
A couple of weekends a month, we had an all-night crew to serve passing truckers. You usually never had to do more than one shift though, and we got to make own schedules. Our boss was pretty hands-off. It was during one of those shifts, at the first week of early summer, that my life took a turn for the worse – and I didn’t even realize it.

We were used to having the occasional odd customer during those hours of the day. When this guy walked in, I didn’t know what to think. He was about 6’2, bald, and pale as chalk. He wore this worn-out t-shirt that looked like it’d been on fire. With every step, he dragged his feet, and collapsed in one of our booths, seemingly exhausted.
I looked back at the chef, and he just shrugged. Guy wasn’t hurting anyone, but he didn’t look like he was all there. But a job’s a job, so I went up to him.
“You alright there?” I asked.
He looked up at me like I was speaking a foreign language, then sunk his head back down, gently shaking it.
“Nah,” he said. “I, uh… I don’t think I am.”
He had this voice on the knife’s edge between a hysterical laugh and a howling cry. He was trembling.
“You need me to call someone?”
“Call?”
“Yeah, call someone.”
“How?”

I didn’t understand the question. I figured he was coming down from some kind of binge, and I wasn’t about to take any chances. I asked the chef to get me a side of bacon to keep the guy calm while I called the police.
As I slid the plate over to him, he sunk his face into his hands, sobbing.
“T-thank you,” he cried. “I-I’m… please…”
I sat down across from him, instinctively reaching out to grab his hand. He let me. Even at a light touch, I could feel the scars on his palm and fingertips. Whatever’d happened to him, it must’ve been awful.
“I can’t go back,” he sniffled. “Don’t make me go back. I can’t. Please, I can’t.”
“You’re not going anywhere. It’s okay,” I smiled. “You’re safe here.”
“Can you help me?” he asked. “Can you keep him out?”
“I’m sure we can figure it out,” I nodded. “Just eat up. It’s okay.”

His fingers trembled as he tentatively bit off a piece of bacon. His teeth were black, and he flinched.
“I need time,” he said. “I need time to run.”
“Don’t worry,” I assured him. “We’ve called for help.”
“I just… I just need time.”
We just sat there for a while. He calmed his breathing but kept staring out the window. I could tell he was looking for something – or someone. All I could see was a road and a handful of moths. We sat there for some time, in silence, as he carefully nibbled on the slices of maple bacon.
As two police officers entered the diner, he got up from his seat. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bundle of scrunched-up trash. A couple of singles, a plastic card, dirt, and something resembling animal bones. He tried to straighten out the bills, pushing them into my hands along with the laminated card.
“Just… I need time. I’ll come back. Please.”
I didn’t understand. I just nodded and accepted it. Seconds later, the officers asked him to step outside and explain the situation. I got busy taking orders from a couple of passing truckers, watching glimpses of the scene through the window. A couple of minutes later, the strange man was taken away.

My shift ended at sunrise. I dragged myself to my car with a yawn, shuffling around my pockets for the keys. I hadn’t thought much about the items he’d handed me, but I took a closer look. I’d thrown away the animal bones and dirt, but there were a couple of dollar bills and that laminated card left. I checked the card first.
It looked like some kind of bookmark. On one side it was completely white, and on the other side there were dried blue flower petals arranged in a spiral. Kinda reminded me of a sunflower. And finally, there were the dollar bills.
I didn’t pay much attention to these at first. Just a couple of singles. But after a closer look, I noticed something unusual. There was a man on the bill that I didn’t recognize. It took me a couple of google searches to realize that this man was Walter Mondale – the man who’d lost to Ronald Reagan’s second run for president back in ’84. Why was this man on a one-dollar bill?

Before heading to bed, I put the items down on my nightstand. In a moment of silent wonder, I looked out the window. What had that man been looking for? What’d he been running from?
There was nothing out there.
Just a couple of moths.

Waking up the next morning, I had a full day off. I spent it cleaning my apartment, watching movies, having dinner with a couple of friends, and ending the night with a couple of drinks at the pub down on the corner. No binge or anything, just got a bit boozy. I was still gonna be in bed by midnight.
I took the scenic route home; a long walk. All the way down main street, past the lake. I took a shortcut through the park by the final stretch, speeding up a bit. That place was trouble.
As I hurried by the fountain, I spotted someone in the distance. A shrouded figure at the edge of the streetlights. I stopped to observe for a second, but as I did, the lights flickered. Coming back on, the figure was gone.
I chalked it up to imagination. I was a bit drunk, after all. Besides – it was small, like a child. What the hell would a kid be doing out at this hour?

A couple of days passed. I didn’t notice anything unusual, but I kept coming back to that distressing feeling of missing something important. Looking back at it now, I just feel dumb. He was there all along. Outside the supermarket. In the parking lot. Off the highway. Hell, he was outside my window at night sometimes, but just too short for me to spot.
I’m getting ahead of myself.
It wasn’t until one morning when I was driving to work that I got a clear view of him. I was crossing a four-way street, taking a sharp left turn, when I had to throw myself on the breaks. There was a kid in the middle of the street.
I hadn’t seen him that clearly before. He was probably around 6, maybe 7 years old. Wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of light blue canvas pants. Short black hair, dark eyes, and no shoes. That particular detail stuck with me. No shoes? Why?
I almost lost control, but I was lucky. There wasn’t much traffic, and I managed to stop further down the road. There were black lines in the pavement from my screeching tires swerving back and forth. Regaining my composure, I looked in the rear-view mirror.
The kid was gone.

But that was just the start.
I’d spot him every now and then. Looking out the window at work. At the gas station. A passing face in the crowd when shopping for groceries. Every now and then, something would pull on my attention, forcing me to whip my head around, looking for the source of that ill feeling crawling up my spine. Sometimes I saw him. And even worse – sometimes I didn’t.
I remember lying awake at night, hearing moths tap against my window. There was nothing else. Nothing outside. I patrolled my apartment six times, checking every window. I’d looked everywhere, and there was no reason for me to feel the way I did. I was growing paranoid.
And yet, in the morning, my front door was unlocked, and slightly open.

It all came to a head one afternoon when I was out on my smoke break. I’d barely slept for the past three nights, and you could kinda tell I was having a bad day. As I stood there, leaning against the side door of the diner, I see the kid again. This time just across the road, maybe 50 feet or so away. I’d had enough. This had to end.
I was furious. I stormed forward, calling him out with every slur and curse I could think of. I was psyching myself up. I was in the right, and I refused to be harassed anymore – kid or not. Didn’t matter. I crossed the road, barely dodging a speeding jeep, and met him face-to-face.
“What the hell do you want?!” I’d yell. “Why are you following me?!”
He was completely expressionless. He didn’t even flinch, no matter how much I pointed or screamed. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes, and he didn’t even blink. He just stared at me, like a porcelain doll head on a swivel.

I wasn’t thinking about the bystanders though. A couple of middle-aged men stepped up, asking in no kind terms what the hell was wrong with me. I was held back and restrained. Someone called the police. Someone else called my manager – I’d forgotten to take off my apron, so they could see the diner logo. A couple of people filmed it. One of the videos got like 120k views in a day before it fell off the map. I still see it as a react gif sometimes.
It was a disaster. After a couple of officers came by to talk to me, he’d just disappeared into thin air. The officers took me down to the station – not to detain me, but to get me away from the heated crowd. That car ride downtown sobered me up to what the hell was going on. I was being stalked by this kid, but there wasn’t a living soul out there that would believe me.
Well, maybe one.
Maybe.

I was asked a couple of questions and released within about half an hour. They told me to go home and sleep this whole thing off. That wouldn’t be a problem. I didn’t have a job to go back to anyway, according to the (many) texts I’d gotten. I had all the goddamn time in the world.
I was just about to leave when something came to mind. The two officers who’d picked me up were still waiting by their car when I turned back to them.
“Sorry, you picked up the guy I called in about at the diner, right?” I asked.
“Sure did.”
“You got any idea what happened to him?”
The two looked at one another for a moment, shrugged, and turned to me.
“Didn’t have any ID and gave a fake name. I think they took him to psych.”
“Psych?”
“Well, he was saying some, uh… strange things. There were interviews with a, uh…”
The two quieted down and flashed me a smile.
“There’s not that much we can say.”

Coming home, I decided to get to the root of this. It didn’t take me that long to find the place where the guy’d been taken; there aren’t a lot of mental health facilities in this part of the country. Especially facilities that accept involuntary subjects.
But my eyes kept drifting back to the strange dollar bills he’d given me, resting neatly on my nightstand. They were so detailed. A bit old, sure, but that only made them seem more genuine. What the hell was he doing with a handful of clearly fake dollar bills? Like, what’s the purpose? There had to be a purpose.
That unnerved me.

I managed to arrange a meeting. It wasn’t easy, and I think a lot of it boiled down to the police having no idea what could make this guy talk. For some reason, he kept providing them with false information. Maybe a familiar face, for one reason or another, might make him talk.
Just a couple of days later, I was putting my items in a metal bowl on the second floor at a mental health institute in the next town over. I asked one of the nurses if I could keep one of my dollar bills. Apparently, that was okay.
I was shuffled through a couple of locked doors and escorted to an off-white side-room. No décor, no locks. The guy was already there.

He’d been dressed down into these neutral eggshell-white garbs. It was strange seeing him in a lit-up room like this. I didn’t know what to expect.
Getting a closer look at him, he was probably in his 50’s. It’d been hard to tell earlier. I couldn’t get over just how pale he was; it was almost a complete lack of pigment. It looked sickly. His thin arms didn’t help – he looked malnourished. And yet, he was smiling.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hello to you too,” I smiled. “You doing okay?”
“I’m… I’m pretty good,” he nodded. “Thank you.”
I sat down across from him and took out the dollar bill he’d given me.
“I wanted to ask you about this.”
“For the bacon,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry, was that not enough?”
“No, it’s…”
I took a moment to compose myself. I had too many questions.

He sighed, took the bill, and looked it over. Looking back at me, I could tell there was something painful stirring in his mind. His smile slowly faded.
“Sorry,” he said. “I try to forget sometimes. It’s easier than making sense of it.”
“Let’s start with something simple,” I nodded. “Like… your name. Where you’re from.”
“Those things are pretty far from simple.”
He was looking straight through me; his eyes sinking back to deeper, more uncomfortable thoughts.

His name was Samuel, and he was born around these parts in back in the 1970’s. He’d worked as a telecommunications specialist out of St. Cloud back in the 90's. He had a wife, three children, and a four-bedroom house.
“But it… that was all before, see?” he explained. “Then it all just…”
“Just what?” I asked. “What happened?”
He looked at me, opening and closing his mouth, looking for the right words to come out. Nothing happened. He shook his head, trying again.
“It started with the street preachers,” he said. “Hundreds of them, marching on every city. All saying the same doomsday shit as always. World was dying. All coming to an end.”
“I haven’t seen anything like that.”
“Then there were storms,” he continued without skipping a beat. “Some would last for weeks. Others longer. Entire cities would be flooded or torn apart. Earthquakes causing monster waves along the east coast, sending shockwaves all the way to mainland Europe. Then, Yellowstone.”
“Yellowstone?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Lights out.”

Samuel was painting this apocalyptic vision of a world undone. Catastrophe after catastrophe. Hooded people marching the streets, screaming for the mercy of a mad god. But there was more to it.
“Then things stopped making sense. It’s as if the rules changed,” he continued. “Roads would stop leading home. Trees would change color. People turned twisted and corrupted. Like… one of our neighbors couldn’t eat anything but gunpowder. There was a woman just down the street who tried to kill anyone wearing glasses. It was… pandemonium.”
I didn’t say anything. What he was saying didn’t make any sense, but he was trying his best to keep his rambling coherent.
“The plants died. Trees too. The only thing that could grow in that environment were these twisted blue things that popped up out of nowhere. But people… people are what got twisted the most.”
He told me of these towering 7-foot-tall humanoid creatures that roamed the forests. Black as night – not even reflecting light. Arms reaching all the way to their knees. Elongated, inhuman things that all used to be someone he knew.

“The doomsayers all said the same thing,” he continued. “That God was a scared little boy, and that he was dying. Everything that was happening was just an expression of that ceaseless, bottomless, existential grief.”
Samuel looked back and forth, finally burying his face in his hands.
“It all broke down. Roads stopped leading anywhere. No power. No water. Julie changed. Ollie changed. Tobie made himself a mask and wandered off into the woods. Ira just… disappeared. And for… years? Has it been years? It’s just been me.”
“But you’re here, now,” I said. “And what you’re describing, it… it didn’t happen.”
“It happened,” he insisted. “Just not… here. But here.”
He tapped his finger on the single dollar bill.
“Somewhere, somehow, I must’ve taken a wrong turn. I slipped through something broken, and now I’m here. And… and he’s coming to bring me back. He doesn’t want anyone to leave.”
“Who?”
“Just! Just…” he chuckled. “Just a sad little boy who’s been told he’s going to die.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just sat with him for a while, holding his hand.

Before I left, Samuel got up from his chair. He looked at me, forcing himself to smile.
“If I go back, I’ll try not to… to be like them. I’ll try. And… and I’ll be the one to say something.”
He let out a painful little laugh, shaking his head.
“Maybe just a… hello.”

I left that day with more questions than answers. I couldn’t picture the world he’d lived through. Then again, how could it be true? None of it had happened. But what was he gaining from lying about it?
That was the last time I saw Samuel. A few days later, he went missing, as if he’d disappeared into thin air. I didn’t know what to think of it. There was nothing on the cameras – no one entering or leaving the building. No quick escapes, no clever plans. He’d just walked into his room and disappeared. Nothing left but a couple of moths fluttering about.
And for a while, that was it. That was the end of the story. I got busy looking for a new job, and all the little items given to me by Samuel was put away into a little box in my glove compartment. Life soldiered on, and no matter how many questions I had, there was no one around to answer them. Even the strange kid that’d been following me was, seemingly, gone.

A couple of months later, I was driving home from a friend’s place. I stopped at a four-way street, waiting for a couple of trucks to pass, when there was a knock on the passenger side window. I almost choked on my own spit. Scared me half to death.
Looking out, I could see that kid again. I hadn’t seen him for some time, and I quickly bounced between curiosity and downright anger.
“What do you want?” I yelled out.
There was no response. Instead, the door just opened. It’d been locked. As he opened the door, he pointed to the glove box.
“You want his things?” I asked. “Is that it?”
He nodded. I wanted to lash out, but there was something telling me I shouldn’t. Instead, I reached over, opened the glove compartment, and pointed to the box.
“Just take it and leave me alone,” I said. “Get it over with.”

He reached in and grabbed the box. So much effort for a couple of mementos. I turned my head back to face the road. The kid backed out. But of course, I had to get the last word in.
“Not even a thank you, huh?”
That made him pause. He looked at me, tilting his head. As he opened his mouth to speak, a moth fluttered out. Then another. And another.
Then – darkness.

What happened next is hard to describe. My memory of it is fragmented. It’s like trying to watch a buffering video, where long stretches of it are just nothing – but you know something was supposed to happen in-between.
Blink. I was sitting in my car. There was a dark blue sky. No clouds, no stars. Figures in the distance. An open field with blue flowers bending to a howling wind. A powerful stench of ammonia stinging my nostrils. Something to my immediate left, ripping the car door straight off the hinges.
Blink. Running. Ruins of a town. It seemed familiar, but there was barely anything left. My leg was bleeding. I was being followed. No matter where I turned, or where I ran, I seemed to end up at the same intersection.
Blink. A three-story building, brimming with life. Glimpses of arm-long antennae through the broken windows. Clickety-clack of bursting wings tapping against crumbling concrete. A loud warning shriek as something rubs its legs together; a call for prey.
Blink. Hiding in a tipped-over trash container. The rain has stopped in mid-air. Raindrops held in indefinite suspension. I suck water drops out of the air to quench my thirst. My hands are shaking from the blood loss.

Countless little images. Some in order, some not. I have no idea how much time passed. In the moment, it must’ve been much longer than I can remember. Days. Weeks, even. There’s no way to tell.
Blink. Walking through a barren field. It feels like walking through a dead forest, but there are no trees. Only those willingly impaled and wailing.
Blink. An abandoned booth by a broken highway. A sign offers phone calls, in exchange for “real teeth”. There are six sizes of pliers hanging on a wall within. All are bloodied – even the small ones.
Blink. The church that had burned down the night before had reappeared. The people inside, too. They couldn’t leave. Tonight, they would burn again.

Somewhere in this nightmarish puzzle-pieced fragment of nothing, there was a constant drive in me to get away. To get out. I knew that if I’d gotten there, I could get back home again. I just had no idea how. Maybe finding the kid. Asking. Begging. Something.
The last fragment of memory from that space was being cornered in a cellar. They were banging on the door. I’d tipped over a wardrobe to keep them out, but they weren’t going to stop. They were never going to stop. I couldn’t let them kill me again – not like that.
One of the Changed ones were coming. I don’t know what that means, or how I know the name, but I knew of it. There was a mirror, and I could see the signs. It stepped out. Seven feet tall, black as night. Elongated arms and neck. Barely a body at all – just a void space vaguely shaped like the remnants of a person.
Except this one felt… familiar. It was the first one to speak.
“H E L L O.”

Blink. Running. A cold hand. If I squeezed too hard, my fingers went straight through it. I had to keep up. He was showing me something.
Blink. They were flooding over the school bus, tipping it by their sheer numbers. Eruptions from the sewer grates. They were famished.
Blink. An open field. Sunflowers facing me, no matter where I turn. It’s not far.
Blink. I look back, as I’m pushed over the edge. He looks just like the rest of them. They aren’t angered by his betrayal.
They feel nothing, as I fall.

In February of 2017, I was found by the side of the road. I’d been gone for months. My car was too. I came back with nothing but the clothes on my back and countless scars. I’ve been told that I didn’t make any sense at first; I was just rambling nonsense. Or maybe it just sounded like nonsense to these people.
Over time, I forgot more and more of these fragmented images. And the less I remember, the more I can move on. Still, I’ve written them down over time, and they paint an ugly, insane picture of what I’d been going through. Some of which I, myself, have a hard time believing. Then again, I know myself well enough to see that there’s no point in lying.

I haven’t seen Samuel, or that strange kid ever since. I think this is all over, for now. There’s nothing left for me to give.
But even now, years later, I still wake up to that feeling at night. That there’s something wrong, or that I’m forgetting something. That there’s something near that I’m looking straight through, or past.
And every now and then, I hear the flutter of a moth’s wing, tapping against my bedroom window.
And I think I know what it wants.
It wants me to go back.

Good afternoon everyone,
So…I had my consultation with my attorney yesterday and was told that I wouldn’t qualify for a Chapter 7 based on a piece of property I inherited when my mom passed away (1/4 of the house I’m renting)
I was kinda expecting that and after going over everything, he was able to guesstimate my monthly payments at $708 for 36 or $400-something if I did the 5 year payment plan
I like the idea of it being over as soon as possible me so I would probably opt for the shorter timeframe
This is for approximately $64,000 in unsecured debt (credit cards and a small personal loan)
But last night I got to thinking, if I’m going to have a monthly payment anyway, would it be worth the effort to try and call each of the credit card companies 1 at a time and saying “ I can not make my payments anymore and have retained a lawyer and begun bankruptcy proceedings. I would prefer not to go this route and am able to pay $200 for the next 24 months. Would you be willing to close and settle my account instead of me going forward with the bankruptcy proceedings?’
I could do that with one of the credit cards that has $15,000 on it and just make that phone call to multiple credit card companies.
Is there any logic to that thinking?
I feel like they would rather get something than be guaranteed nothing and from what I’m reading online, a settlement doesn’t hit your credit for as long as a BK would.
Part of me thinks it’s a great idea, or worth a try at least, and part of me feels like they would eat me alive within 15 seconds of that phone call.
Has anyone had any success trying to settle their own debts?

trigger warnings: smoking , sexual assault
i’m so sick of my brother. everyone around me is telling me to “give him another chance” but i just can’t anymore.
he got caught smoking in the school bathroom (he’s 14) and was expelled (in march), he then was sent to a rehab center.
6 days later, he was in the hospital because his “roommate had sexually assaulted him”, and he was obviously sent home (i recently found out from the hospital that he lied about the assault so that he could leave early and was caught admitting to other kids on by security camera). he then went to live with my aunt and enrolled in a school there but was expelled for lying about smoking.
he had come home and used his TV to reset our router. this turned off all the motion sensors and cameras my parents have to monitor him. he used a knife to unlock the door to the office (where we keep the wifi router) and he unplugged it, which makes the sensors and cameras completely useless for however long he wants. he then used the knife to break into our garage (which we also keep locked bc of him) and he stole my fathers tesla. we have no idea what he did either.
after all that, my parents sent him to a new rehab center in CT. not even 5 hours in, he falsely accused a nurse of hitting him (which again, was on camera), and the next day, accused a kid (who had never met him) of beating him up. the rehab center was required to send him to a hospital for a checkup, and right as he was about to be taken back to the rehab center, he made a run for it. he was missing for a few hours before being caught and put on psychiatric lockdown.
he’s coming home today as his lockdown has ended and i don’t want to deal with him. he’s not only a huge burden on my parents lives, but he’s also violently homophobic, ablest, and constantly makes fun of my weight. i’m so tired.

I just recently built a new PC and attempted to install Windows 11 but it kept bugging out, I turned off XMP and boom I was able to get past the first initial page of installation, once I finally got to wifi windows 11 didn’t read it only my Ethernet which I can’t use atm so I connected another flash drive with the driver download and used cmd to open file manager and installed the driver and it remedied the situation. I then installed the asus software that regulates the fans and rgb (if I had any) and iUnity for my case. I had no issues at all after that. I decided to turn on XMP again and downloaded steam, now it keeps crashing with different errors. Like using the task bar and it completely freezes, or I open up steam and it blue screens. Hell I put my pin in and the moment the desktop loaded it blue screened.
I didn’t install a third party windows without bloat nor did I set it to English (world) in an attempt to prevent bloat I just did a standard download.
Is anyone else having these issues?
Any advice will be helpful

Hey guys is their anyway I can update to the most recent airac I have without a subscription. I just bought the 737 and it won’t let me access the navigraph manager and install it. really don’t want to update for 10 bucks as I had the one right before this

I’ve seen people say Hercules or Zeus was the one to give Raiden his strength which makes sense but I have a feeling it was Susanoo here is why.
Reason One and the most obvious: They are both Japanese.
Second Reason: Both Susanoo and Raiden come off as much scarier than they actually are.
Reason Three: Both are considered the strongest in their respective arts of sword fighting and Sumo and are also very passionate about it as well.
Reason four: Both fighters have similar hair which may not seem like much because it doesn’t but it’s just a observation.
Reason 5: In Shinto Mythology the way Susanoo managed to kill the Yamata-no-Orochi is that he got it extremely drunk. Raiden irl was known to LOVE alcohol.
Reason 6 and the most compelling reason: Raidens signature move “Yagatarasu” is named after the three-legged crow in Shinto mythology, the same crow that Susanoo can transform into and is a god of guidance and guidance by his mother is the only thing that made Raiden what he was.

never seen this girl before but everyone is praising her while this is the kind of content she posts… she also acts like a child even though she’s in college. It’s reminding me of Lilith.Marie.xx in her early days of making content when she’d play up the fearful reactions. Just makes me sad for her… a lot of her WIEIADs don’t have dinner or have tiny portions and include body checks somewhere in there. I think she’s going IP now so I hope she gets the help she needs.

So I’m on day 8 of my dry fast and I weighed myself this morning and I was 131. I decided to prepare a vegetable broth for when I break my fast tomorrow and I noticed as I was washing the dishes and preparing it that I felt pretty good. I needed to pee more and it seemed that my mouth became not dry anymore. Well, I went to weight myself just now and after preparing everything my weight went back up to 132.5. I guess your body can absorb a lot just through your hands.

Ollie is 15 weeks old today. He’s our first puppy together and our first Toller. He’s an absolute angel, one of the sweetest dogs we’ve ever seen. He loves leaves, his duck toy, and hiking here in Colorado. We can’t wait to get him out in some field training because he learns so quickly!
Would love any at home enrichment ideas people use to keep their pup busy while working from home!
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