1 - Romesh 2 - Joe 3 - Rob 4 - Hugh 5 - Sally* 6 - Tim 7 - Jess 8 - Joe 9 - David 10 - Daisy 11 - Mike 12 - Guz 13 - Bridget 14 - Dara 15 - Kiell 16 - Julian 17 - Steve
I've put a star next to Sally because she is my all time favourite contestant

Welcome to the first post in the prophesied Design Notes Series, which will see periodic releases during the (probably long) wait until 3.0, and will preview and discuss upcoming content.
As was mentioned in the Anniversary post, I am working on 3.0 whenever I find the time and motivation; treating it like homework did not do wonders for my creativity, back when I started. So this Series is meant to serve as an appetizer and periodic reminder that progress is still being made.
Let's get into it!

Weapon Art?

I am considering renaming the phrase "Special Ability". As casual language, pretty much everything in SW is an "ability" that is "special," so the term always felt ambiguous to me. But more importantly, it just doesn't shine. I'm a fan of vivid, evocative language in fiction, and nothing about the phrase "Special Ability" actually feels special to me. It's... generic.
So I may rename it to "Weapon Art." No less clichéd, really, but the point isn't to make the word unique, just unambiguous, evocative, and a maybe little more iconic.
And I would just do it, if it weren't for the fact that find-and-replace is really glitchy in Inkscape (of course it is), so I would have to manually replace every instance of the phrase.
Since I haven't decided yet, I'm going to use the phrase Weapon Art for the rest of this post, to try it on and see how it fits. Let me know what you think of the term, and whether you think it would be an improvement worth taking the time to implement.
Personally, if nothing else, I think it enhances clarity.

The Importance and Function of a Weapon Art

Weapon Arts are the defining heart of a Weapon Class. If I can think of a unique Art for a weapon, it gets a Class. If I can't, it doesn't. But how do I decide what Art to give to a weapon? I have a process, and it goes a little something like this:
The Function of the Art should be to...

1. Make it Possible to use a weapon that is otherwise too impractical for combat. If this isn't applicable, it should instead...
2. Compensate for a Weakness of the weapon. If this isn't applicable, it should instead...
3. Amplify a Strength of the weapon.

Examples of Function 1 — Cleaver, Boomerang, Yo-yo. Examples of Function 2 — Polearm, Crossbow, Bolas. Examples of Function 3 — Sword, Bow, Boots.
(Besides these guidelines, every option in SoulWeapon must synergize with other potential choices; that's the Golden Rule for Everything, since the very start).
There are a few exceptions, like Cane Sword or Wand, where the Art hones in on some thematic principle of the weapon or does something unique entirely. I would define these as Arts that enable a trope, which is sort of a hidden 4th Function.
But there are other exceptions I am less happy with. There are some Weapon Arts that have always struck me as incorrect, or just insufficient, but they stayed because I could never think of anything better.
But I've reevaluated the principles behind Weapon Arts. As a result, a number of Weapon Classes—some of which have been unchanged since 1.0—are seeing new Weapon Arts in 3.0.
Let's talk about a few of them.

Knives

For such a common, bread-and-butter weapon, Whisper Walk is a really niche ability that is specific to certain settings/builds. In general, if a weapon is something that gets used a lot, I want its Art to be something that gets used a lot as well.
Cane Sword is a rare and weird weapon that is already almost exclusively used as a way to conceal a weapon or exude style and poise. So the Art reflects that stealth-based nature. But knives are used in a variety of ways besides stealth: open melee combat, ranged attacks, etc. So its Art should at least be a little broader.
The new Art serves Function 2: Compensating for Weakness. One of the weaknesses of the knife is its short range in melee; it's difficult to get past the defenses of most standard-sized weapons to where knives can thrive. The new Weapon Art is called Close-Quarters Combat.
If you really liked Whisper Walk, or had some builds that depended on it, don't worry: it will still be possible to access the effects of Whisper Walk in 3.0.

Mace

If Sword is the "default" bladed weapon, Mace feels like the "default" blunt weapon. (Even if it can technically have spikes on it, its purpose is nonetheless to smash, where the Sword's is to cut). Seems like it has a similar versatility and number of design Variations as the Sword, too, doesn't it? It feels appropriate, then, that they would be reflections of each other, with Sword leading the charge on Page 1, and Mace leading the charge on Page 2.
So, since Sword grants improved skill and and a buff to Runic Potency, Mace shall grant improved might and a buff to Runic Potency.
This feels really really right to me, whereas the old Art (Brute) felt pretty lackluster. Swords are about precision, so they buff your skill, and Maces are about crushing power, so they should buff your might. Both weapons buff Runic Potency, and so you have twin "default" melee weapons that act almost as spokespersons for their broader weapon types. As a bonus, the new Art sort of encompasses what Brute did, so it's a strict buff at the end of the day.
You might think the other "default" weapons to be Knives (the default throwing) and Bow (the default shooting). These haven't gotten parallel Runic Potency -type abilities, but their Weapon Arts have been buffed or reworked in other ways.

Tonfas

Non-Lethal was very cool, but it did not feel like a Weapon Art. Its effects have been moved to a section that makes much more sense for the type of ability it is (you can probably guess to where, if you grok the design philosophy of SoulWeapon).
It has been replaced with a new Art that better suits the beat-and-block nature of Tonfas: Missile Deflection. This lets you intercept projectiles and helps with blocking melee attacks, so you can close the distance on ranged foes and then out-defend them. It's meant to be strong enough to effectively invalidate mundane archers and make the lives of Soulbound archers rather difficult; tonfas are a below-average weapon, so they deserve an above-average Art to compensate.

Kusarigama

Shadow Creep had the same problem as Whisper Walk: stealth is too niche a boon for Weapon Art; it restricts the potential of a Class by limiting its use-cases.
The new Art fills a niche we for some reason didn't have before: a true spinning chain weapon. It is called Spin Control, and it is to Corded weapons as Hover Spin (Giant Shuriken) is to Throwing weapons. It has a little extra bonus of allowing you to remotely control the orientation of the blade (separately from the chain), which can have some niche utility applications beyond just ensuring the kama hits your target point-first when you spin/fling it.
As with the others, the effects of Kusarigama's old Art will be accessible one way or another in 3.0; nothing is getting truly left behind.

Conclusion

There are a number of other Classes that have had their Arts updated or completely remade, but you'll have to wait until release to see those.
Future Design Notes posts likely won't be as long as this one, as most of them will focus on one single item instead of an entire design philosophy.
See you in the next! (And don't forget to let me know what you think of the new name).

I've been working on creating a synthetic dataset, but am having trouble with the prompt creation. I can ensure Llama-3-8B will follow my format numbering scheme in OpenWebUI by editing the beginning of the response message and then generating, but I'm having trouble recreating this using the api. If you look at my code you can see I tried to use the template given in the modelfile to include the beginning of the response in my prompt, but this has not worked. Does anyone know what I'm doing wrong/if there is a better way to achieve controlling what the response starts with using the ollama api?
This is the template from the modelfile:
TEMPLATE "{{ if .System }}system
{{ .System }}{{ end }}{{ if .Prompt }}user
{{ .Prompt }}{{ end }}assistant
{{ .Response }}"

import ollama import os import time prompts_generate = 128000 # Calculate number of loops required to generate the prompts num_loops = int(prompts_generate / 100) # Parameters for the model model_name = "llama3:8b-instruct-q8_0" instruction = "Write out a list of 100 prompts that can be used for fine tuning a language model. Vary the content and structure of each prompt to ensure thorough testing. {{ .Prompt }}{{ end }}Sure:\n1." options = { "num_ctx": 2048, "repeat_last_n": 64, "repeat_penalty": 1.1, "temperature": 0.8, "tfs_z": 1, "top_k": 40, "top_p": 0.9, "num_predict": -1 # Generate until the model stops } # Output directory output_dir = "Data" os.makedirs(output_dir, exist_ok=True) # Check existing files in the directory to determine where to resume existing_files = sorted([f for f in os.listdir(output_dir) if f.startswith("prompt-") and f.endswith(".txt")]) if existing_files: last_file = existing_files[-1] start_num = int(last_file.split('-')[1].split('.')[0]) else: start_num = 0 # Start time start_time = time.time() i = start_num // 100 + 1 while i <= num_loops: response = ollama.generate( model=model_name, prompt=instruction, options=options, stream=False, ) reply = response['response'] print ("Instruction: ", instruction) print("Reply: ", reply) # Save the response to a file with loop number in the name file_name = os.path.join(output_dir, f"prompt-{i * 100}.txt") with open(file_name, "w") as file: file.write(reply) # Read the content of the file and remove empty lines with open(file_name, "r") as file: lines = file.readlines() lines = [line.strip() for line in lines if line.strip()] # Rewrite the cleaned content back to the file with open(file_name, "w") as file: file.write('\n'.join(lines)) # Check if the file has 100 prompts if lines and lines[-1].startswith("100."): i += 1 # Move to the next file if the current file is valid else: os.remove(file_name) # Delete the invalid file and retry # End time end_time = time.time() # Calculate and print the total time taken total_time = end_time - start_time print(f"Generated {prompts_generate} prompts and saved them in the '{output_dir}' directory.") print(f"Total time taken: {total_time:.2f} seconds.") 

Hi,, so,,, around 11 years ago I met this girl who I immediately developed a huge crush on. I had no idea who they were and one day they dmed me asking to hang out and said they saw me around our middle school. For years is slowly spiraled helplessly in love with her. I admitted my feelings, she had said something along the lines of “ah, I thought so. I wish I could feel the same but I don’t” we didn’t talk for a year, became friends again. We kissed for funsies and I was so happy because i was no longer overwhelmingly in love with them, I was ok. I didn’t panic when we kissed and it was genuinely just silly. They get a bf eventually and I feel a tug at my heart. It’s fine, we all hang out and it’s chill. The more I spent with them after 2 ish years of them dating, the tug gets harder to ignore. Fast forward to the other month and they broke up. I finally admitted to myself that I still love her. It’s different than before, as I know she doesn’t feel the same. I actually confessed to her I think we meet in every universe, in every one I fall in love with her and she doesn’t. I confessed no matter what happens or how much time passes I will have so much love for them in my heart and it’s stupid to be beating myself up about it if it’s not going to affect our friendship to admit it. They were way more chill abt it than I expected. And I realized I had wanted them to tell me they don’t wanna be friends anymore so I wouldn’t think about it anymore. I think about her every dang day. I am a hopeless romantic, and some crazy part of me tells me since so much time has past (nearing 3-4 years since I confessed before) that maybe things changed. That maybe them not specifying that they do not feel the same meant they weren’t sure. PLUS I keep getting those annoying tarot tiktok videos saying someone ive been crushing on wants me. I’m like PLS don’t do that I’m trying not to gaslight myself into thinking they like me.
I legit cannot tell if I’m being delusional or if I should be flirty/ romantic to see what happens. What should I do

Just another fun little story idea I had. I am still working on Humans are the violent ones but I like to bounce around and experiment with ideas to see what I really like. I also suck at writing more casual stories, as they give me severe writer's block as I try to map out how to make a scene feel genuine in my head, but I promise I'll update that soon. If you like this story and want to see more, then like and comment. I'll gladly continue this series as well.
Start of Personal Log
Humans don't like being told what to do. They don't like being commanded, put in their place, or snubbed. It was an inexorable, inalienable trait of humans, at least any noteable humans, to go against any authority that they believed was against their interests.
Humanity would not fit amongst the stars. Few ever did. It was a trait of most successful species to be willful, ambitious, and to desire more. But once they reached the stars the new (and simultaneously very old) pecking order either quashed any spirit such species had or simply eradicated them. Countless tomb worlds and diaspora served as painful reminders of what became of the nails that chose to stick out. The hammer of order would always strike. There could be no compromise, the very soul of the authority that held the Jurisdiction together relied on a show of unmatched power, or at least the illusion of item.
In reality, the Jurisdiction was an old, fat, and lazy beast. It filled its belly on the corpses of empires far and wide, and sated its bloodlust on the shattered dreams of hopeful cubs. It had every right to, for none could challenge it: there were no new frontiers to explore, nor were there any other enemies to conquer. The Milky Way, as humans had so strangely dubbed our cradle galaxy, as well as Andromeda, had long since been warred over and settled for millennia before humanity had arrived, bright-eyed and with familiar yet otherwise foolish dreams of cooperation and prosperity. The Jurisdiction did not cooperate, nor did it ensure prosperity. Oh, it claimed it did, but in reality it simply took. The rest was just the peace that came with not being the direct target of the biggest fish in the pond. The humans didn't like that, but they had no choice.
Slavery was a common tribute. The Jurisdiction had no use for other resources: it simply took. No, it wanted those who could facilitate that unequal exchange, those raised in a world where the only morality was the one set by your lord. The Jurisdiction was held together by expectations, obligations, and dury more than any kind of shared dream, so when you were ordered to take you did so without question. Humanity was new: they had no niche or value that set them apart, but they had a penchant for killing and taking, so the Jurisdiction gave them a taste of how the galaxy worked. They killed and they took. The humans didn't like that, but what choice did they have?
Humans were strange. They learned, but not in the way most species learned. Most species learned to adapt in a passive way, to adhere to the world around them. They flowed like water, moving past and around obstacles and confirming to the boxes they were assigned too. Humans didn't confirm, nor did they adapt: they made their circumstances fit their desires. They would not move around obstacles, but rather smash through them, and they refused to stay in one box for too long. The Jurisdiction merely saw them as a particularly loud nuisance, but those who faced their wrath knew better.
It is said that when a beast seeks to make an example, it shall humble its rival by killing it's cubs. Children were one of those universal constants that brought entire communities together: the Sok’klar saw their hatchlings as gifts, shaped by the fruitful currents of the universe in perfect harmony. The Yarrack saw each and every newborn whelp as an uncut gemstone, ready to be shaped into something magical. Humanity oftentimes referred to their offspring as angels, or spirits of unbridled good sent by the gods themselves. Children were seen by most of the galaxy as gifts.
The Jurisdiction saw them as a lever to inflict suffering. It had become quite effective at enacting psychological punishments on those that stood up and spoke out. You dare to disobey? You believe you can speak out? Your gifts shall be taken from you, and you shall be without joy.
Humans didn't like this, but the Jurisdiction would have their pound of flesh, and humankind would kneel. And they did. But humans were patient creatures: most species who retained that trait of willful spit also lacked patience.
I had long since become desensitized to the Jurisdiction’s actions: it was simply how the universe worked now, as if it were a constant akin to gravity. Cruelty was the unspoken rule of this seemingly unending age, where our lives never appeared to move forward or backwards, only lay dormant. The Jurisdiction had been the unyielding authority that ruled the galaxy for thousands of years, venerable yet feared all the same.
And for the longest time I was just another cog in its wheel. My name is Kalnuracht Sedjuur-Noumar VII, and was the scion of the noble house Sedjuur-Noumar. I was born into what most would describe as veiled apathy, living a life that could be attributed to the privileged class of feared scribes that enacted the will of those above. I was an administrator and nothing more. And now I am doomed to be far less than that in the eyes of my former constituents within the endless administration. I am the only scion, as is tradition, and without an heir I am the last of my house, our name to be scrubbed from the records, worthless, meaningless, and forgotten.
I am merely Kalnuracht, nothing else and nothing more. I have seen from their eyes, the eyes of the downtrodden, and it makes my crimes of association with the Jurisdiction feel all the more damning on my worthless soul. I am worthless to the world, and this is my story.
End Personal Log #1
Start of Neural Lace Narrative Log #1
They came from the black like carrion birds in the night, encircling our convoy as if it were a dying animal ready to be picked clean without remorse. There was no warning, no list of demands sent out as civilized peoples did, nor was there either any requirement for unconditional surrender nor chance to parlay, as was done so under letter of marque: this was an unmistakable call for violence and nothing else. They sought to reduce us to slag and scavenge the rest.
So, as one would expect, the entire bridge of the ship was nearing a panicked state. This was not the actions of those practicing civility, but rather the common behaviors of despoiling barbarians, the kind that tore their way through the dark reaches of the galaxy as if they owned it.
“Wayfinder, what do your probes see?” Shouted the ship’s sovereign. He was an older Kar’Rowmach, an amphibious cephalopod species with a venerable history within the Jurisdiction going back thousands of years. Normally one such as him would be above me if it weren't for the fact that I was under the authority of the Jurisdiction’s seal of office. He didn't like me very much, but most of his kind shared the same sentiment.
“All dark, honorable Sovereign: the sensor arrays are wailing but the feedback we're reviewing is beyond incomprehensible,” the wayfinder replied with a certain restrained temper in his voice. The Sok'klar wayfinder swayed gently, his tentacled limbs grasping different metallo-liquid braille output arrays, the liquid gallium flexing and reshaping unnaturally to allow him to to take in multiple different sources of sensory output at once, with the primary navigation computer plugged into the cybernetics surrounding his opaque, gelatinous head and plugging directly into his tube-shaped brain.
The Sovereign cursed in Loskat and pointed to his bridge crew while I simply sat in the back, near the Sovereign’s symbolic throne. “Prepare countermeasures and spool up the warp drive, we cannot allow the amanuensis to be taken! He carries sensitive information that only he can translate and transcribe!”
As the bridge crew nodded and began fiddling with their own systems, I preened my feathered hide anxiously. I wasn't a fighter: us nobles of the cloth were the educated minority above all else, not those who waged war or partook in hard labor. Special cybernetics in my brain allowed me to translate triple-encoded messages that usually took a ducal signet codekey or above to parse, but even without that I was a skilled mathematician and logician. I had terabytes worth of knowledge stored within the hardware installed in my head, all well protected of course, but if I were to die it would still be a waste. I could only imagine the damage any malcontenders could do with it if they were able to get their filthy hands on me.
Suddenly, the ship rocked, and the gallium overhead display began to form crescendos like I'd never seen before. “Sovereign, decks A-3 through C-12 are venting atmosphere and our coolant systems have been obliterated,” the Wayfinder spoke in an almost serene voice, as if he was completely unconcerned by current events. I knew they were simply incapable of tonal displays, but it was unnerving nonetheless. “Once we jump, we will not be able to risk another until the vacuum of the void can reduce temperatures to acceptable levels within the plasma capacitors.”
“Damn them,” the armored nautiloid hissed, his barbed feelers coiling in frustration, “May the currents take them. What are our options? what can we see? This fleet cannot fall to the void today, not with such vital cargo.” My hackles rose lightly at the Kar’Rowmach referred to me as some object rather than an esteemed amanuensis of the Jurisdiction, but I bit my forked tongue. Now was not the time to squabble with the sovereign over who was what and what titles I deserved, not while he was so desperately attempting to keep what semblance of order within his fleet that he had left.
I could not blame the crew for being panicked either: wars were practically mythologized now, having been long since rendered obsolete with the rise of the Jurisdiction, and that felt like an eternity ago. Now, either being levied into or joining a ducal naval force was simply another career, more akin to serving as an officer of the law rather than a fully fledged soldier. Minimal training was required, most of it being the technicals of one's duty rather than any kind of combat conditioning, so expecting a fleet to actually be prepared for a combat scenario in a universe where peace was the norm was laughable.
“We are practically blind, Sovereign,” stated the Sok'klar Wayfinder, “our probes are offline, and shipboard graviton displacement sensory arrays have been rendered unreliable at best.”
“What about the particle emission array? Has there been a spike in radioactivity where we were hit?”
The Wayfinder seemed to think for a second, his gelatinous form flexing and morphing a bit before answering. “Affirmative, a jump from negligible to forty billion becquerels along decks A through E-5 on our starboard side.”
“Torpedoes…” the Sovereign hissed, stroking his barbed feelers, “Human Torpedoes. Only those primitives would rely on crude nuclear warheads.” He then turned to his militant leaders on the ship. “Noddos, Rel’ads: organize your phalanxes and prepare to repel boarders. We are bound to be assailed by those rancorous primates, and I want their skulls piled at my feet if they dare set foot on our ship.”
“Your wish is our command, Sovereign,” the two militant commanders spoke as one. Noddos, a large bipedal with multiple sets of curved spines running down his back, a pair of graceful horns sprouting from his head, and multiple rows of sharp teeth in his snout, bowed first, followed by Rel’ads, a marsupial with long saberteeth and thick fur. They both must have been fierce warriors in their own right to each lead a phalanx. They wore thick, semi-powered armor and held dueling polearms alongside their usual plasma casters, and seemed completely unfazed by the situation we were in. As they stomped out of the brightly lit bridge, I let out a quiet squawk of discontentment. “Sovereign, why haven't we jumped again? We are wasting precious time.”
“I am working on it, you spineless beaurocrat!” He warbled back, his feelers tensing in anger, “besides, it's not as if you're the one who will be spilling blood today, amanuensis, so flatten your wretched beak or I shall weld it shut with a plasma torch.
I was about to reply with something indignant, but the ship rocked again, this time causing the lights to flicker and the air to become… thick. The skin under my feathers began to blister, and I became lightheaded and confused. “Seal the damnable vents, initiate radiation scrubbers, and activate secondary life support!” Shouted the Sovereign, “Their nuclear weapons are rendering the ship inhospitable!”
I coughed up magenta blood accidentally, and I could feel more seeping from under my eyes. Some of the crew was in a similar position, but others were more resistant to radiation than I. The Sok'klar seemed completely at ease as he ran his tentacles across his morphic braille arrays before calmly announcing the ship’s status. “I've regained some control over our probes: ten, twelve, and seventeen are active and fully functional, the rest are either still malfunctioning or permanently inoperable. A rapid rise in localized radiation is also interfering with the detection of graviton displacement; we can't sense photon redirection, thus readings will remain inconclusive.
“Wayfinder, damn you, get me some kind of out here! We're easy prey until we can respond in kind!”
“Negative, something has gone awry with our processing hub, I am attempting to troubleshoot-”
And with that, the Wayfinder’s bulbous head exploded in a cascade of opaque lavender blood, covering the front half of the deck crew like a morbid art piece. Some of the crew screamed and shouted in terror before removing their cranial adaptors and choosing to interact with their displays manually. Others died just as quickly, unable to unplug in time as their brain stems fried or their blood boiled. It was a horrible way to go, having your insides neutralized by your own cybernetics, so I was glad I wasn't connected to the system.
“Cybernetic warfare! All systems are to be considered compromised, switch to manual settings or you'll be killed!”
The lights in the bridge flickered again, and the displays went haywire. The bridge crew, which obviously weren't acquainted with working without being hard-linked into the mainframe, moved at a much slower pace.
“Launch missile pods A through F and set to self-target after five hundred kilometers, then rely on their ballistic coordinates to begin firing broadsides! If we can't see the humans due to their meddling, we'll just have to feel them.” Shouted the Sovereign, “and got me a detailed report on the ship’s diagnostics readings. I need to know if this flagship is still capable of escaping or if we'll have to scuttle it and retreat on another.”
“Acknowledged, Sovereign, launching now,” affirmed another deck officer as he swiped across his own gallium output array. I could hear the dull thunk, thunk, thunk of missiles pushing out of their pods before racing off to their intended targets, then the mechanical whirring as the pods rotated to be reloaded by slaves in the lower decks. I was regaining my bearings as the many horrible sensations of being overwhelmed by radiation poisoning were beginning to subside, but I still felt as if I had been microwaved. The air was stale, the crew was horribly sick as well, and even the sovereign himself seemed to be on his last leg. I was beginning to believe that I might die here.
“Sovereign, a message from the lower decks,” shouted a communications officer, his chitin scraping against itself as he turned quickly, “they're requesting reinforcements, something about being overrun.”
“Impossible,” the Sovereign hissed out in a vain attempt to exude confidence, “We must outnumber the humans, they always go for bigger targets out of arrogance.”
“I've received reports that it's not just humans: the primates seem to make up only a third or so of the assailing force, along with some Phaeldaer and Vrex.”
The commander slammed his clawed hands down on his own output array in a fit of rage, obviously overwhelmed by the circumstances, “Then this wasn't just a typical assault, but something more sinister!” The nautiloid warbled, blood seeping from his shell as the full effects of the radiation took hold, “Get Rel’ads on the line, have him divert all spare lances to the lower decks or else we'll lose the only offensive capabilities we can use.”
“Rel'ads has gone dark, Sovereign, his vitals are critical.”
“Then either get me Rel'ads tail-leader or get me Noddos!” He screamed in rage, “don't give me this nonsense! If we don't pick it up we're all going to die, is that what you want?”
“No, Sovereign, I'm simply overwhelmed-”
“We're all overwhelmed! By the tides, I'm dying of radiation poisoning you nincompoop! Get me something I can work with!”
The officer didn't even acknowledge the Sovereign after that, simply turning back to his display. Eventually, the Sovereign was able to get Noddos on the line.
“Sovereign, two thirds of my phalanxes have been decimated by combat with the primitives and the radiation, the rest are in shambles. We must retreat and fortify elsewhere!”
“Then the ship is compromised! Rel'ads is unresponsive and the lower decks are swarming with intruders. We must evacuate the amanuensis to another ship.”
Just as the Sovereign spoke, I heard several gentle thumps rattle against the bridge’s door, and it made me uneasy. Some of the bridge crew seemed to feel the same, as they looked incredibly nervous and some even drew their sidearms. Just as the sovereign turned to give further orders, the door blew inward with a deafening explosion, followed by shouting and gunfire. Several of the bridge officers were dispatched quickly, brain matter and blood splattering against the delicate electronics. Others were shot in the legs, the torso, or in any other exotic yet non-vital body parts. The humans poured in, brandishing primitive ballistic firearms and jury-rigged energy weapons while wearing scavenged, legion-grade powered armor.
The Sovereign was the next to go, but he wasn't afforded an honorable death. He was shot along the arm with a particularly potent plasma caster, burning off his clawed hand and cauterizing the wound, the acrid smell of roasting chitin filling the already hot and cramped bridge. He fell back against his output array, the gallium reaching new highs and lows as more diagnostics and casualty reports were delivered, and he clutched his stump angrily. “I'll burn every last one of you in the foundries! I'll tie you to stakes, cover you in wax and set you alight! Your screams will be broadcasted all over the galaxy!”
One human warrior stomped up and slammed the butt of his rifle into the sovereign’s face, shattering his facial plates and causing blue blood to splatter across his section of the bridge. “Shut the fuck up, you mutant lobster,” the human said before dragging him by both antennae towards the center of the bridge and receiving a stained breeching axe from one of his comrades. “Emmanuel, start recording. We need proof.”
The other human nodded and pressed a button on his armor before lifting up his gun again. The rest of the humans fanned out, holding everyone else at gunpoint. I tried to get up and sneak out, but a human grabbed me by my neck and nearly wrung it out as he forced me to my knees and pointed a sidearm to my skull. “Get down, you piece of shit, before I blow your brains out too.”
“Damnable primate,” I hissed, but he bashed me in my skull with the base of his sidearm’s grip and sent me sprawling, making my already pounding headache worse. Another human shouted at him in a language I didn't recognize, but he sounded furious. The first brought me back up to my knees again, and I complies with a hiss and a groan, blood still leaking from my eyes and mouth and my world was spinning.
The Sovereign struggled, but he was weak from the radiation poisoning and he couldn't exactly resist on account of his lost arm. The human with the breaching ax kicked the Sovereign down and forced him to kneel before lifting up the breeching ax and splitting his chitinous head down the middle with one powerful swing, sending more blood and brains across the floor. “Execution confirmed, take his antennae just in case and we've got ourselves a bounty. Now all we need is that ugly cat’s teeth and the fat hedgehog-thing’s grimy spines and we'll be in business. Although, they do have skulls… we might as well just take their heads.”
The real horror of the situation dawned on me at that moment: they were going to kill us all, or maybe worse. They mentioned a bounty for the commanders, and multiple of the higher ranking ship officers were already dead, their brains splattered against the walls or their bodies torn apart by gunfire. I wasn't dead yet, but that didn't mean much since I wasn't an immediate threat.
“Alright, round them up and bring all the grunts to the hanger bay, then kill the rest,” the leader of the humans said in such a lackadaisical manner that his complete disregard for life almost made me sick… almost. I had seen worse from the Jurisdiction before, but usually that was from me delivering some kind of ordered judgment on a world that had sinned against order. I might have simply been the messenger, but I had seen many of the outcomes. “And make sure to collect whatever proof of bounties you can, we'll need to deliver them to the office to get cashed out. Don't let this be a repeat of last time where Juarez fucking forgot to take a few heads and it ended up cutting our profits in half, the fucking retard.”
Some of the humans chuckled at that as they dragged more of the senior officers away, out of the room and into the hall,where I heard gunshots. The rest of the bridge crew froze in place, different fear instincts kicking in. The remaining Sok'klar corralled together into what seemed to be a singular, semi-congealed mass as if to try and trick the humans into believing that they were much bigger and much more threatening than they actually were. The one Thei’chi on the bridge, an ensign who had clearly thought this would be a simple mission, bore her curved fangs at the humans and growled as they approached, her hackles completely vertical and her eyes dilated. They quickly muzzled and bound her before beating her over the head with a gun stock, sending her sprawling onto the ground. Many others simply cooperated, eyes wide and yet simultaneously empty, as if they couldn't quite process that the ship had been taken and the commanding officers were being executed as the rest were escorted to the hangar.
“Get the damn messenger down to the hanger as well, we need whatever data's in his ugly lizard head, then we can decide on what to do with him.”
I spat at him in spite, as if to try and seem brave, but it was clearly an empty gesture. “You won't get anything, primate! You couldn't possibly crack the encryption!”
The human holding me seemed to wind up for another swing, but the commanding officer simply held up his hand to stop my tormentor before strolling over to me. He knelt down and removed his helmet, revealing a beige-colored face covered in scars, wiry black hair cut down to the scalp, and multiple tattoos. “You're really fucking mouthy for a hostage,” he said before punching me across my beak faster than I could register. I heard a sharp crack as his fist connected, and my head spun again as the metallic taste of blood pooled into my mouth. “I'd advise you to shut up, but I'm sure you won't listen: you aristocratic types are so full of yourselves. Maybe I should have you flogged in the public square until your vocal chords give out once we rip those cybernetics from your head, huh? How's that sound?”
“It won't matter… it won't change anything… the Jurisdiction will hunt you down.”
“Maybe, but I doubt it will happen for some time: they really suck at doing anything that requires effort, even when they're mad enough. They just keep sending their rabid lapdogs to try and smoke us out, and they always end up full of holes,” the human officer said with a smirk, his yellowish-white teeth and green eyes sending shivers down my spine as he drew his knife. “They're just horrible at their job, you know? You've all gotten so lazy and incompetent after being able to just take what you want without resistance, and now that you've met people who are angry and crazy enough to fight back you act as if we're committing some grave injustice,” he placed the knife against my throat, the flat just underneath my now bent beak, “No, we just took a few pages out of your book, ‘cept we've got standards. No kids, for one…” he seemed to look off into the distance as his sneer deepened, “but it's more than that, we don't attack the defenseless in general and we still win against you all in fair fights.”
I went to say something else snarky, but he quickly grabbed my thin tongue with his fingers and yanked it out, blood from my mouth pulling to the floor as he held the blade of his knife against it. “No no, none of that. Say one more thing and I'll cut that rancid little tongue of yours out of your mouth and feed it to you,” he hissed at me, pressing the blade down just hard enough to draw blood. “Do you know what it's like to see a planet turn into a tomb?" he asked me, gritting his teeth, “Do you know what it's like to see everything you've ever known crumble to ash and glass, all the life and the green stripped away leaving nothing but bones? I do. I've seen it happen to countless worlds, and my grandfather always told me stories of how you bastards did it to Earth. He still prays in its direction five times a day, to Mecca, but he knows the Kaaba is gone now, or maybe it's still there, buried in the bones of those who sought refuge there.”
I didn't care for the human’s nonsensical beliefs, but I did care to correct him. “I've seen it before, and I'll see it again. And so will you, it's inevitable. The Jurisdiction will always have its judgment fulfilled, there is no alternative.”
“One day, I hope we can rectify that,” he said, then he sheathed his knife and slammed my head against the metal floor with enough force to nearly knock me out. As I lost consciousness, I could hear him speak. “Take him to the Chop Doc, and make sure the cybernetics don't get damaged: they're supposedly more valuable than any bounty on this ship.”
Warning: Severe radiation poisoning detected. Flush system immediately.
Warning: Neural Lace removal detected, chance of neurological damage high. Proceeded with caution.

Note: I'm not replacing anyone.
While out for a coffee, my sister posed the most important question of all; ''If you could be a part of any fictional world, which one would it be?'' Without any thought, I immediately said the Harry PotteHogwarts Legacy universe. As a result, I've now been left with the itch that I just need to scratch. Thus, I've come to you- or Reddit rather, in search of someone who's sharing the same passion and enthusiasm about roleplaying in such a world/setting.
But first things first, some things about me;
My name is Vyra, and I've been roleplaying for over 8 years. I'm 21 years of age and my role-play style varies from lit to novella, 3rd person. I like to return in the same fashion that I receive.
Some 'requirements' if you will;
• Be over the age of 18. I'm not one to shy away from more mature topics along with depictions of those topics in a more graphic/gory manner, and I expect the same. Along with a basic level of human decency and common sense from my rp partner.
• The rp will happen over Discord. This will be am OC x OC roleplay, with me doubling as side characters (such as faculty members, other students, the bad guys) to get the roleplay going.
• Communication. I work every single day, so this is my only outlet at the moment. Life gets busy, I get it, but I do ask that you do not reach out about this if you're gonna get cold feet mid roleplay. I wanna do this long term with someone who's willing to commit and be open to communication.
• Have the same style of roleplay. As in, past tense, 3rd person. I'm not expecting a novel, but I'd like a bare minimum of nicely fledged paragraphs.
• I would like to have a a romance subplot between the characters, especially if there's an interesting dynamic. I'm comfortable with MxF pairings, with me roleplaying as the F.
That's about it I think.
If you're interested send me a small introduction pm along with a rp sample to see if our roleplay styles would be compatible.
One more thing is, I kind of have a plot in mind, but it is not fully fledged out. I do have some ideas that I'd like to bring to the table. Usually I like to look at the other person's OC first and then come up with something. If you have any ideas (which would be awesome if you did) or any plots, do include them!
Safe spell casting,
-Vyra

As English speakers we are all used to using non-english words in regular conversation. En masse, ad hoc, karaoke, carte blanche, bona fide, je ne sais quoi, schadenfreude, the list goes on.
So are there any/many English words that are used pretty universally in many other languages instead of their equivalent translation or have no direct translation at all?
Cheers

I'm working on a Scrapy project where I'm using the scrapy-playwright package. I've installed the package and configured my Scrapy settings accordingly, but I'm still encountering issues.
Here are the relevant parts of my settings.py file:

# Scrapy settings for TwitterData project # # For simplicity, this file contains only settings considered important or # commonly used. You can find more settings consulting the documentation: # # # # BOT_NAME = "TwitterData" SPIDER_MODULES = ["TwitterData.spiders"] NEWSPIDER_MODULE = "TwitterData.spiders" # Crawl responsibly by identifying yourself (and your website) on the user-agent #USER_AGENT = "TwitterData (+http://www.yourdomain.com)" # Obey robots.txt rules ROBOTSTXT_OBEY = False # Configure maximum concurrent requests performed by Scrapy (default: 16) #CONCURRENT_REQUESTS = 32 # Configure a delay for requests for the same website (default: 0) # See # See also autothrottle settings and docs #DOWNLOAD_DELAY = 3 # The download delay setting will honor only one of: #CONCURRENT_REQUESTS_PER_DOMAIN = 16 #CONCURRENT_REQUESTS_PER_IP = 16 # Disable cookies (enabled by default) #COOKIES_ENABLED = False # Disable Telnet Console (enabled by default) #TELNETCONSOLE_ENABLED = False # Override the default request headers: #DEFAULT_REQUEST_HEADERS = { # "Accept": "text/html,application/xhtml+xml,application/xml;q=0.9,*/*;q=0.8", # "Accept-Language": "en", #} # Enable or disable spider middlewares # See #SPIDER_MIDDLEWARES = { # "TwitterData.middlewares.TwitterdataSpiderMiddleware": 543, #} # Enable or disable downloader middlewares # See #DOWNLOADER_MIDDLEWARES = { # "TwitterData.middlewares.TwitterdataDownloaderMiddleware": 543, #} # Enable or disable extensions # See #EXTENSIONS = { # "scrapy.extensions.telnet.TelnetConsole": None, #} # Configure item pipelines # See #ITEM_PIPELINES = { # "TwitterData.pipelines.TwitterdataPipeline": 300, #} # Enable and configure the AutoThrottle extension (disabled by default) # See #AUTOTHROTTLE_ENABLED = True # The initial download delay #AUTOTHROTTLE_START_DELAY = 5 # The maximum download delay to be set in case of high latencies #AUTOTHROTTLE_MAX_DELAY = 60 # The average number of requests Scrapy should be sending in parallel to # each remote server #AUTOTHROTTLE_TARGET_CONCURRENCY = 1.0 # Enable showing throttling stats for every response received: #AUTOTHROTTLE_DEBUG = False # Enable and configure HTTP caching (disabled by default) # See #HTTPCACHE_ENABLED = True #HTTPCACHE_EXPIRATION_SECS = 0 #HTTPCACHE_DIR = "httpcache" #HTTPCACHE_IGNORE_HTTP_CODES = [] #HTTPCACHE_STORAGE = "scrapy.extensions.httpcache.FilesystemCacheStorage" # Set settings whose default value is deprecated to a future-proof value REQUEST_FINGERPRINTER_IMPLEMENTATION = "2.7" TWISTED_REACTOR = "twisted.internet.asyncioreactor.AsyncioSelectorReactor" FEED_EXPORT_ENCODING = "utf-8" # Scrapy-playwright settings DOWNLOAD_HANDLERS = { "http": "scrapy_playwright.handler.ScrapyPlaywrightDownloadHandler", "https": "scrapy_playwright.handler.ScrapyPlaywrightDownloadHandler", } DOWNLOADER_MIDDLEWARES = { 'scrapy_playwright.middleware.PlaywrightMiddleware': 800, } PLAYWRIGHT_BROWSER_TYPE = "chromium" # or "firefox" or "webkit" PLAYWRIGHT_LAUNCH_OPTIONS = { "headless": True, }https://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/settings.htmlhttps://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/downloader-middleware.htmlhttps://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/spider-middleware.htmlhttps://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/settings.html#download-delayhttps://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/spider-middleware.htmlhttps://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/downloader-middleware.htmlhttps://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/extensions.htmlhttps://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/item-pipeline.htmlhttps://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/autothrottle.htmlhttps://docs.scrapy.org/en/latest/topics/downloader-middleware.html#httpcache-middleware-settings 

I've confirmed that scrapy-playwright is installed in my Python environment:

(myenv) user@user:~/Pictures/TwitteTwitterData/TwitterData$ pip list grep scrapy-playwright scrapy-playwright 0.0.34 

I'm not using Docker or any other containerization technology for this project. I'm running everything directly on my local machine.

Despite this, I'm still encountering issues when I try to run my Scrapy spider. Error:2024-05-19 03:50:11 [scrapy.utils.log] INFO: Scrapy 2.11.2 started (bot: TwitterData) 2024-05-19 03:50:11 [scrapy.utils.log] INFO: Versions: lxml , libxml2 2.12.6, cssselect 1.2.0, parsel 1.9.1, w3lib 2.1.2, Twisted 24.3.0, Python 3.11.7 (main, Dec 15 2023, 18:12:31) [GCC 11.2.0], pyOpenSSL 24.1.0 (OpenSSL 3.2.1 30 Jan 2024), cryptography 42.0.7, Platform Linux-6.5.0-35-generic-x86_64-with-glibc2.35 2024-05-19 03:50:11 [scrapy.addons] INFO: Enabled addons: [] 2024-05-19 03:50:11 [asyncio] DEBUG: Using selector: EpollSelector 2024-05-19 03:50:11 [scrapy.utils.log] DEBUG: Using reactor: twisted.internet.asyncioreactor.AsyncioSelectorReactor 2024-05-19 03:50:11 [scrapy.utils.log] DEBUG: Using asyncio event loop: asyncio.unix_events._UnixSelectorEventLoop 2024-05-19 03:50:11 [scrapy.extensions.telnet] INFO: Telnet Password: 7d514eb59c924748 2024-05-19 03:50:11 [scrapy.middleware] INFO: Enabled extensions: ['scrapy.extensions.corestats.CoreStats', 'scrapy.extensions.telnet.TelnetConsole', 'scrapy.extensions.memusage.MemoryUsage', 'scrapy.extensions.logstats.LogStats'] 2024-05-19 03:50:11 [scrapy.crawler] INFO: Overridden settings: {'BOT_NAME': 'TwitterData', 'FEED_EXPORT_ENCODING': 'utf-8', 'NEWSPIDER_MODULE': 'TwitterData.spiders', 'REQUEST_FINGERPRINTER_IMPLEMENTATION': '2.7', 'SPIDER_MODULES': ['TwitterData.spiders'], 'TWISTED_REACTOR': 'twisted.internet.asyncioreactor.AsyncioSelectorReactor'} Unhandled error in Deferred: 2024-05-19 03:50:12 [twisted] CRITICAL: Unhandled error in Deferred: Traceback (most recent call last): File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 265, in crawl return self._crawl(crawler, *args, **kwargs) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 269, in _crawl d = crawler.crawl(*args, **kwargs) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/twisted/internet/defer.py", line 2260, in unwindGenerator return _cancellableInlineCallbacks(gen) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/twisted/internet/defer.py", line 2172, in _cancellableInlineCallbacks _inlineCallbacks(None, gen, status, _copy_context()) ---  --- File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/twisted/internet/defer.py", line 2003, in _inlineCallbacks result = context.run(gen.send, result) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 158, in crawl self.engine = self._create_engine() File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 172, in _create_engine return ExecutionEngine(self, lambda _: self.stop()) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/core/engine.py", line 100, in __init__ self.downloader: Downloader = downloader_cls(crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/core/downloade__init__.py", line 97, in __init__ DownloaderMiddlewareManager.from_crawler(crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/middleware.py", line 90, in from_crawler return cls.from_settings(crawler.settings, crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/middleware.py", line 66, in from_settings mwcls = load_object(clspath) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/utils/misc.py", line 79, in load_object mod = import_module(module) File "/home/hamza/anaconda3/lib/python3.11/importlib/__init__.py", line 126, in import_module return _bootstrap._gcd_import(name[level:], package, level) File "", line 1204, in _gcd_import File "", line 1176, in _find_and_load File "", line 1140, in _find_and_load_unlocked builtins.ModuleNotFoundError: No module named 'scrapy_playwright.middleware' 2024-05-19 03:50:12 [twisted] CRITICAL: Traceback (most recent call last): File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/twisted/internet/defer.py", line 2003, in _inlineCallbacks result = context.run(gen.send, result) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 158, in crawl self.engine = self._create_engine() File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 172, in _create_engine return ExecutionEngine(self, lambda _: self.stop()) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/core/engine.py", line 100, in __init__ self.downloader: Downloader = downloader_cls(crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/core/downloade__init__.py", line 97, in __init__ DownloaderMiddlewareManager.from_crawler(crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/middleware.py", line 90, in from_crawler return cls.from_settings(crawler.settings, crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/middleware.py", line 66, in from_settings mwcls = load_object(clspath) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/utils/misc.py", line 79, in load_object mod = import_module(module) File "/home/hamza/anaconda3/lib/python3.11/importlib/__init__.py", line 126, in import_module return _bootstrap._gcd_import(name[level:], package, level) File "", line 1204, in _gcd_import File "", line 1176, in _find_and_load File "", line 1140, in _find_and_load_unlocked ModuleNotFoundError: No module named 'scrapy_playwright.middleware' (myenv) hamza@hamza:~/Pictures/TwitteTwitterData/TwitterData$ scrapy crawl XScraper 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [scrapy.utils.log] INFO: Scrapy 2.11.2 started (bot: TwitterData) 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [scrapy.utils.log] INFO: Versions: lxml , libxml2 2.12.6, cssselect 1.2.0, parsel 1.9.1, w3lib 2.1.2, Twisted 24.3.0, Python 3.11.7 (main, Dec 15 2023, 18:12:31) [GCC 11.2.0], pyOpenSSL 24.1.0 (OpenSSL 3.2.1 30 Jan 2024), cryptography 42.0.7, Platform Linux-6.5.0-35-generic-x86_64-with-glibc2.35 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [scrapy.addons] INFO: Enabled addons: [] 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [asyncio] DEBUG: Using selector: EpollSelector 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [scrapy.utils.log] DEBUG: Using reactor: twisted.internet.asyncioreactor.AsyncioSelectorReactor 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [scrapy.utils.log] DEBUG: Using asyncio event loop: asyncio.unix_events._UnixSelectorEventLoop 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [scrapy.extensions.telnet] INFO: Telnet Password: 1c13665361bfbc53 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [scrapy.middleware] INFO: Enabled extensions: ['scrapy.extensions.corestats.CoreStats', 'scrapy.extensions.telnet.TelnetConsole', 'scrapy.extensions.memusage.MemoryUsage', 'scrapy.extensions.logstats.LogStats'] 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [scrapy.crawler] INFO: Overridden settings: {'BOT_NAME': 'TwitterData', 'FEED_EXPORT_ENCODING': 'utf-8', 'NEWSPIDER_MODULE': 'TwitterData.spiders', 'REQUEST_FINGERPRINTER_IMPLEMENTATION': '2.7', 'SPIDER_MODULES': ['TwitterData.spiders'], 'TWISTED_REACTOR': 'twisted.internet.asyncioreactor.AsyncioSelectorReactor'} Unhandled error in Deferred: 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [twisted] CRITICAL: Unhandled error in Deferred: Traceback (most recent call last): File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 265, in crawl return self._crawl(crawler, *args, **kwargs) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 269, in _crawl d = crawler.crawl(*args, **kwargs) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/twisted/internet/defer.py", line 2260, in unwindGenerator return _cancellableInlineCallbacks(gen) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/twisted/internet/defer.py", line 2172, in _cancellableInlineCallbacks _inlineCallbacks(None, gen, status, _copy_context()) ---  --- File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/twisted/internet/defer.py", line 2003, in _inlineCallbacks result = context.run(gen.send, result) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 158, in crawl self.engine = self._create_engine() File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 172, in _create_engine return ExecutionEngine(self, lambda _: self.stop()) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/core/engine.py", line 100, in __init__ self.downloader: Downloader = downloader_cls(crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/core/downloade__init__.py", line 97, in __init__ DownloaderMiddlewareManager.from_crawler(crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/middleware.py", line 90, in from_crawler return cls.from_settings(crawler.settings, crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/middleware.py", line 66, in from_settings mwcls = load_object(clspath) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/utils/misc.py", line 79, in load_object mod = import_module(module) File "/home/hamza/anaconda3/lib/python3.11/importlib/__init__.py", line 126, in import_module return _bootstrap._gcd_import(name[level:], package, level) File "", line 1204, in _gcd_import File "", line 1176, in _find_and_load File "", line 1140, in _find_and_load_unlocked builtins.ModuleNotFoundError: No module named 'scrapy_playwright.middleware' 2024-05-19 03:52:24 [twisted] CRITICAL: Traceback (most recent call last): File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/twisted/internet/defer.py", line 2003, in _inlineCallbacks result = context.run(gen.send, result) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 158, in crawl self.engine = self._create_engine() File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/crawler.py", line 172, in _create_engine return ExecutionEngine(self, lambda _: self.stop()) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/core/engine.py", line 100, in __init__ self.downloader: Downloader = downloader_cls(crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/core/downloade__init__.py", line 97, in __init__ DownloaderMiddlewareManager.from_crawler(crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/middleware.py", line 90, in from_crawler return cls.from_settings(crawler.settings, crawler) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/middleware.py", line 66, in from_settings mwcls = load_object(clspath) File "/home/hamza/Pictures/Twittemyenv/lib/python3.11/site-packages/scrapy/utils/misc.py", line 79, in load_object mod = import_module(module) File "/home/hamza/anaconda3/lib/python3.11/importlib/__init__.py", line 126, in import_module return _bootstrap._gcd_import(name[level:], package, level) File "", line 1204, in _gcd_import File "", line 1176, in _find_and_load File "", line 1140, in _find_and_load_unlocked ModuleNotFoundError: No module named 'scrapy_playwright.middleware'5.2.2.05.2.2.0 

Does anyone have any suggestions for what might be going wrong, or what I could try to resolve this issue?
I tried to reinstall the scrapy-playwright also tried to deactivate and then activate my virtual environment.

Hey everyone,
Well, long story short, I got a terrible score in my math exam in 12th grade, and universities are giving me a hard time.
I met with representatives from APU and Taylor's University, as well as some public universities. The public universities said there was no point in applying, but since I want to major in CS data analytics, I thought APU would be a better option.
I wanted to ask the people here for advice on how I can make a better decision. Any advice would be great, especially regarding the visa process, as I was rejected from Europe (I'm South Asian). From what I've heard, Malaysia is very welcoming to people from all countries.

i won’t spoil much but i’ll tag it as spoilers because i will mention a few specifics. also “some” might be a bit of an understatement because this is pretty long but yknow. if it’s considered too long i’ll take it down.
so, i recently watched all the series and the movie for the first time, and while i’m working on my script for a video essay on it all (probably multiple, one for each series and the movie) ive had no one to share my obsession with so figured i’d say some things here
the main series is fantastic! there are a few things i don’t personally like here and there but overall i think it was written so well and all the characters were enjoyable in one way or another. with the first watch, i was constantly on the edge of my seat, wondering what’s next, how they’ll get out of a situation, if they’ll get out of it etc. it kept me hooked the whole time, especially because even “filler” episodes had weight in the story. it never felt like i was being bogged down by cutting off a story at the wrong time (though i wish some plots had been given more time, nothing felt like it was unresolved for too long). with the second watch through, i wasn’t as on edge since i already know what happened, but it let me analyse it more and notice so many things that were foreshadowed beautifully. what could seem like a throwaway sentence when first watching can turn into an entire episode plot later on, and everything felt natural. it didn’t feel like they were just grabbing old ideas and expanding on them, it felt intentional.
the second biggest issue i have with the main series is some episodes had parts that were just so cringy (on purpose) that i had to skip them. not the whole episode ever thankfully, but some parts of some.
the biggest issue i had with the main series is partly subjective with what i feel is an objective small issue as well. what is it? the jealousy “subplot” with Douxie and Claire. Douxie being a flirt is fair enough, but personally, i don’t see why Claire kinda played into it a bit right in front of Jim. Jim’s jealousy was a bit much so it could just be that she didn’t like that and so she went with it a little, but even then it plays zero part to the story whatsoever. there’s no conversation about Jim’s jealousy or if Claire is actually interested in Douxie. he just shows up, flirts with her, and she blushes and indulges him, and Jim gets jealous, and then nothing happens out of it. it felt not only slightly out of character for Claire to me, but also so so so pointless. if you’re going to do a jealousy thing, make it have a bit of weight in the characters lives and story at least.
other than that, i feel like Troll Jim needed more screen time, some things felt a little rushed towards the end, i think all of it has a slight over-reliance on mcguffins. there’s always a new item they’re after that’ll “guarantee victory” though imo this is an example of it being written pretty well, there’s usually a story reason for its existence and use outside of the writers throwing it in as an excuse for not knowing how to write progress, and sometimes they don’t even actually work how the characters expected which is good, but i can see it being a problem for some possibly.
speaking of Troll Jim, that WAS one of if not the best thing about the ending to me. a sacrifice that felt real, tangible, and permanent. the biggest sacrifice Jim would ever make in his life. it showed he was willing to give up part of his humanity to protect those he loves, but without turning into what Strickler thought was the only way. it was still Jim, but also not, and it felt like a natural part of Jim’s course as the Trollhunter. it really hit on the emotions after spending so long with the characters, showing that run through of moments they spent together as he ponders the decision he’s making really helped convey the seriousness of it, showing what he’d be leaving behind, and showing that he’s still willing to do that if it means the world and Arcadia would be safe.
i’m definitely going to be going more in depth on the entire series in my videos whenever i finish those, but i felt like getting all this out somewhere for now. would love to hear anyone else’s thoughts on things i’ve mentioned, even if it’s disagreeing with me :) i love hearing others thoughts on things i enjoy
anyways, if you read all this i appreciate it!

Hey everyone, I'm looking to transfer to A&M for Engineering in the near future, and I have a peculiar situation that I'm trying to navigate through.

1. I have a Bachelors in Criminal Justice from Texas A&M Commerce that I did not care about my first time going school. I left with a 2.8 GPA because all I did was goof around and meander my way through my classes. I had no idea what I wanted to be, and honestly I was just in school because my mom wouldn't leave me alone about it.
   
2. I joined the military, matured up a bit, decided try school again. Got an associates in Computer Programming with a 3.4 GPA from ACC (This was all done will being deployed to the border and working ridiculous hours.) Turns out I'm not too dumb when I apply myself to something somewhat difficult. However, there have been a lot of layoffs at tech companies here recently, and I've really started to take an interest in engineering.
   

So my questions are:
Do I even have a chance of getting into A&M with a botched bachelors from an age where I didn't care at all?
If accepted, can I work through the pre engineering courses at TAMU? Or should I just complete the transfer score sheet at another university/Community College and then shoot my shot?
And guidance in the right direction would be super helpful. Thank you for your time.

This is an argument I've seen being used to make part of a story bad when I'm not sure if audience is really reliable because part of it can sometimes have a hard time getting whatever the author was doing no matter how obvious the author made it, another problem is I think fans are going to be even more subjetive than the author because they'll have different interpretation of a work. Audience can also be subject to making odd headcanon about a media a reality in their heads even if the author disagree with the headcanon.
The argument also doesn't often take in account there can be part of the fandom who like the part said to be bad or still find things to justify why it still fit within the media (per example, it's not that hard to assume other companies beside ingen in the jurassic park/World universe could've develloped more advanced tech after ingen demise, hence the camp cretaceous tech is more advanced). Part of an audience also isn't going to be reliable because they can completely miss the point of a story either due to a odd interpretation, missing the context or ignoring parts of a story.

I am currently finishing my PhD and my supervisor has a post-doc advertised now at my university, which is in the same area as my PhD. My supervisor has said they want me to apply and they have desinged the questions so that I have a good chance of getting it. However, my partner has got a job abroad and would like to go there for a year. I am up for going abord with my partner, but there is no guarantee of a job there.
The pros of applying for this job is that it is basically designed for me and I think if I apply I have a good chance of getting it. Its in the same as my PhD so I know it well and it's at the same university as my PhD, which makes it feel familiar and safe.
The cons are that I would be doing long distance with my partner for a year, and the topic is identical to my PhD and ideally I wanted to work on a slightly different project. I feel quite indifferent towards the topic and it is not exciting particularly. Also, I feel so burnt out from my PhD, and I wanted to have a break - if I apply for the job, I don't get a break.
I have applied for 2 other postdocs and didn't even get an interview. I've looked more generally at postdocs and found that I either have the right experience in the methods used or the topic and not both. For this job at my current institution, I have experience in both, but the main motivator for applying is the fear that I won't be able to get another job. My fear is that if I don't apply, I m throwing my career away, but if I do apply then I have to do long distance with my partner and will miss out on living abroad as an experience.
Does anyone have any experience in making similar decisions or.any words of wisdom?

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Hi all, it's me again. This subreddit has been so helpful so I thought I'd turn to you all for advice once more. My situation is complicated and a bit unfortunate so I'd appreciate any professional input I can get!
Some background on me: I have a degree in Journalism/Public Relations and used to work in social media marketing for some pretty big name tech brands, but this was never my passion and the pressure to come up with exciting campaigns and increase engagement/followership was just not great for my mental health as I don't want to be chronically online. While living in NYC, I was recruited by a staffing agency to do admin/office assistant work at the World Trade Center and for a hedge fund (which involved assisting the C-suite) for about 6 months. I learned a lot during that time and found I preferred this line of work to social media marketing.
Unfortunately, I had to move back to the Bay Area because my dad has a unique, rare health condition that involves round-the-clock care between my family and me. Through personal connections, I took on a part-time role as an office assistant/event coordinator at a large restaurant in Portola Valley that serves a lot of tech and VC CEO's. In fact, I interface with EA's all the time to set up corporate functions. Shortly thereafter, I was approached by another staffing agency to do a short term social media job at a big tech company. I accepted because I needed work. They liked me so much that I was able to extend the contract to 6+ months. But I knew I wanted to return to admin so that I could eventually work my way up to be an EA. I left because I found an opportunity to be a senior admin assistant (although the woman I replaced was an "EA" so not sure why that title didn't transfer to me) at a prestigious university. Unfortunately, this role was not a great fit and I think I jumped into something too advanced for my skillset as there was no training, very little support, and too many unprecedented events unique to the department that I just could not manage on my own. I quit after 4 months. The job description said 6 years of admin experience, which I don't have, so looking back I am surprised they hired me.
Thankfully, I kept my job as an office assistant/event coordinator for the last 1.5 years and I've been actively interviewing for admin roles the last couple months and overall my experience has been positive. I have connections at Career Group that have vouched for me and I have one really promising prospect (I would be an admin training under the EA to the CEO, and they only ask for 1 year of experience). However, this last week I met with two other recruiters from separate agencies that commented that it looks like I'm a job hopper based on the short stints I've done the last 2 years. The first admin contract would've been longer than 6 months but I had to relocate to take care of my dad. The second social media contract was short because I decided to go back to admin work. And then the third job was short because it just wasn't a good fit. I know how it looks but I've worked for some great companies and I don't think I should be discounted because of this. One recruiter told me I'm probably only getting interviews because recruiters are "interested to hear my story" but that doesn't mean "I'm strong enough to get hired," which really hurt to hear and scares me that I may never become an EA. Does anyone have any advice on this? I didn't think contract work would be so frowned upon. I genuinely enjoy admin work and just hope companies would be willing to invest in me so that I can move up. It's been difficult to go through this career change while also being a caregiver but I refuse to give up!
TLDR; Most of my jobs the last 2 years have been contracts that are ~6 months, but for reputable companies. Would this hurt my chances of finding a permanent full-time job? I don't want to keep doing contract work because I'm afraid I'll never get out of it. I do think I'm overqualified to do data entry and receptionist work given my background but then a lot of admin, EA jobs I see require more years of experience. Any suggestions?

I've been having a lot of trouble lately with interpreting exam and essay questions in my courses because I often take things too literally or I can't not focus too much on the details. I can guess what the question might be really implying that it wants but the guess just feels blind and wrong. (I'm diagnosed with ASD, 20F).
For example, I had an essay question recently along the lines of "write an essay bringing the ideas of author A to bear on author B." I had so much trouble with the expression "bring to bear" and ended up fixating so much on it that I had difficult accounting for anything else. I'd never had that phrasing in an essay prompt before and I just didn't know how to envision it. I thought about how to interpret it constantly for the week we were given to write the essay, went to office hours twice, wrote 20+ pages of draft ideas trying to approach it from different angles, had multiple panic attacks, and ended up still failing the essay because the professor said I "didn't understand" what the prompt was asking.
There was a second essay that was part of the same assignment with clearer instructions and I got an A on it, so I don't think the failing grade was about the material.
I notice this happening in other courses and assessments as well but fortunately none have been as disastrous as this one. I ended up dropping the course because that essay I failed was worth 50% of my grade.
My grades on essays usually average around 90. It was just that one phrase that I could not make sense of. I'm already registered with the disability centre at my university, but I'm wondering if this is something that's worth bringing up at all. I don't know if any potential accommodation exists that consists of asking if professors could make sure their instructions are completely clear and unambiguous and free of unnecessary figurative language. I don't know if I'm overreacting either, and maybe everyone deals with this and it would be unfair to complain, or maybe it's not even ASD.
I guess I have two questions: 1) Does anyone else struggle with this at all? 2) Do accommodations related to something like this seem feasible or just excessive and unfair?

I (20F) have been in a relationship with my boyfriend (23M) for 1.5 years. We are currently long distance because he was kicked out of our university. He lives about 3 hours away.
He is currently visiting his female friend that he knew before he met me, she lives 5 hours away. He told me that she offered to have sex with him a few months ago, when we were on a break. I sarcastically asked him if they were going to fuck, and he claimed that she said she was no longer interested.
I noticed from pictures he sent me that he has shaved his pubes, which he only does when he comes over to visit me and have sex. He is staying at a hotel, and I all can think of is them having sex right now. Am I wrong to suspect he is cheating on me?
In the past, I have caught him messaging sex workers and asking for their rates. I saw on his phone that he was looking up the addresses that they sent. I also saw dating apps like Tinder and Bumble on his phone, but he claimed that he was just looking for friends to smoke with.
I just feel so betrayed and hurt. I have lost my appetite and cannot focus on studying for my exams. I've just been coping with this and other issues in my life by doing coke and GHB. He is coming to visit me next week and I am thinking about asking him when we are drunk, on why he shaved or if anything happened. What are the chances I am or have been cheated on? Any advice?
TLDR: Boyfriend is visiting female friend who offered to have sex with him in the past. He shaved his pubes which is suspicious to me.

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