I placed an order from a shop that says is located in Canada (I’m in Canada also). The tracking number (Canada post) they gave never updated - just said info sent electronically. I messaged the seller and they said it was lost in transit and they would resend. I asked for new tracking number. This is where I don’t understand - the tracking for it says the origin is Richmond bc, but it started shipping from Toronto, ont. The sender is listed as “LETIAN PARCEL” (which according to my google search is related to drop shipping from china ?). It showed up today and one of the custom items is wrong and I feel like if this is a “husband and wife” “handmade item” that it claims to be then I can’t see how this mistake would happen. So I’m wondering if it’s some kind of drop shipping / weird produced else where thing ? The address on the shipping label in Toronto comes up as industrial building , and under that label I found the original tracking label to me and that’s from Richmond , and that address comes up as a warehouse. I’m still waiting to hear back from the shop about the issue. But wondering if this ship is legit ?

MATCH RESULTS

Winner	Loser	Match Finish	Stipulation
Fallon Henley	Thea Hail w/ Chase U	Big Boot	Women's North American Championship Qualifier
Axiom and Nathan Frazer (c)	Luca Crusifino and Stacks w/ The Family	Inside Cradle after the NCQC attack the Family at Ringside	For the NXT Tag Team Championships
Wes Lee and Joe Coffey w/ Gallus	Briggs	Double Pinfall	#1 Contender for the North American Championship
Jaida Parker w/ OTM	Brinley Reece	Hip Check	Women's North American Championship Qualifier
Dante Chen w/ Robert Stone	Lexis King	Roll-Up counter to the Coronation
Natalya and Karmen Petrovich	Lola Vice and Shayna Balzer	Hart Attack

IMPORTANT NOTES

• The Family arrive to the arena when they are confronted by Nathan Frazer and Axiom, Nathan Frazer congratulates Tony on winning the cup and says he remembers winning it himself while Axiom regrets having never won it. The Family goes down the winners of the cup and wonders what the hell happened to A-Kid? Tony accuses Axiom and Frazer of ducking Gallows and Anderson but Nathan says they are willing to defend the titles against any NXT superstars and Tony says they should defend them against Luca and Stacks and the two agree.
  
• Joe Coffey says the only things people were talking about the end of last week was Gallus and they took out Ivar but Wes Lee and Josh Briggs were tougher than expected but he's going to finish the job tonight then show Oba Femi what Gallus is about at Battleground.
  
• Robert Stone is telling Waylon Dix that she impressed him in the combine, Lexis King walks in and tells Stone that no one wants anything to do with him lately, even Chelsea Green didn't want him to help her anymore and he's shooting to the top. Ava walks by and tells Lexis to get ready because he has a surprise opponent tonight, Stone says he'd love to teach Lexis something but Ava reminds him last time he stepped in the ring it didn't end well.
  
• Riley Osborne calls Ridge a liability but Ridge tells him to back off and says he couldn't just stand there and see Thea get hit with a chair so he had to step in. Riley says it cost Thea the match and the two argue. Andre says if they have something to settle settle it in the ring.
  
• Karmen Petrovich says she's nervous since this is her first main event but Nattie is the BOAT, Nattie says she's been impressed by how much Karmen has grown and tonight they'll be a well oiled winning machine.
  
• Edris Enofe says he's cooked after all his bad luck but Brin still wants him and Blade in her corner tonight. Edris isn't sure as Brin cartwheels out of the room.
  
• Oba Femi asks Ava what the decision of the triple threat match, she says it's clear that both Joe and Wes made their pins at the same time so Oba will have to face both at Battleground.
  
• Fallon Henley is approached by Jazmine Nyx and says she knew that friends were just holding her back and that's why she waited until after Fallon's win to get her revenge on Thea for breaking Jacey's nose.
  
• Wendy Choo wakes up!
  
• Roxanne Perez says the NXT Women's Championship has always been her "why" and it is the two of them against the world. It doesn't matter if it's NXT, the main roster, or the fans, all she cares about is her title and you better get used to this sight because when she looks in the mirror she doesn't see a hero or a villain she just sees a prodigy.
  
• Ava is on the phone and says she worked out things with Nick and Adam and that next week Roxanne's next challenger for Battleground.
  
• Lexis King comes down to the ring and says the king has been a bit of a hot streak lately and whoever comes through that curtain is about to join a long list of gentlemen who have fallen to him. Robert Stone makes his way out and points to the entrance where Dante Chen makes his entrance.
  
• Lola tells Shayna that together they are unstoppable but Shayna tells her to keep the dancing back here and tonight is all about business.
  
• NXT Champion Trick Williams makes his way to the ring, he says he's got to get straight to business. Two weeks ago Noam Dar dropped him from behind, now last week Dar got dropped backstage and he wouldn't wish that on nobody so he wants to be crystal clear that he did not attack Noam Dar. If he did want to attack Noam he'd be unconscious and he'd have a size 15 Jordan printed on your forehead. Meta Four Come out and Jackson says Trick isn't tricking them and it was likely Trick and Je'von working together. Ora tells Trick to grow up and admit to what he did while Lash Legend argues that Trick couldn't have done it since Trick actually has been through this. Trick threatens to slap Oro's tap dance loafers right off his ass. Joe Coffey makes his way out and says everyone is probably wondering why the guy who just earned a shot at the North American Championship is talking to the NXT Champ, but he's about to find out why. The rest of Gallus ambush Trick from behind and Joe joins in until Je'von Evans to try and make the save but the numbers game is too much and Gallus lays out Je'von. Trick is able to recover and mounts a come back but Gallus gang up and puts down Trick with For the Bells.
  
• Backstage Robert Stone tells Dante Chen he did great and Ava comes by to congratulate him. Dante thanks her for the opportunity but she tells Dante that it was Stone who convinced her that this was his time. Dante thanks Stone and Ava tells him he made a star tonight.
  
• After the main event Shayna looks at Lola with disappointment but Lola strikes with a spinning kick before shaking her ass over Shayna's body. She goes to leave, still shaking, as Shayna gets to her feet and grabs Lola, locking her in the Kirafuda Clutch until officials run down to free Lola. The two brawl at ringside until Ava comes out and says it's clear the two of them are looking for a fight then they can do this at Battleground. Shayna grabs a mic and says she wants it in NXT Underground!
  

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1, my library shows music added up until July 10th, 2023. I've closed and re-opened the app and there is a large amount of music missing. What's up with that cutoff date? I have manually added hundreds of MP3's since then.

2, it takes multiple seconds to load the UI upon each launch. Previously my music would all appear instantly.

3, is there no way to view the album art next to the tracks now? It's just a massive list of songs next to each other, as opposed to splitting out each section by album, and showing the album art to the left.

4, why is there a checkbox next to each song in Library mode? You could toggle that off in iTunes. In Apple Music, it seems like it's required. It's a bright red check box that has no meaningful function.

Hey everyone, hope you are all doing well. If I did not get back to you from previous post, I apologize. Life gets busy, it's nothing personal at all. Work and social life make it so I'm not on my phone or computer as often. That said, I'm trying to do better, that's all I can do.
Rules:

• English copies of cards only, no foreign printings.
• Please don't lowball me. Most of us know values, and can also look them up. Let's not waste each other's time. Best rule of thumb is if you wouldn't accept an offer, the other person probably wouldn't either.
• For PWE, orders have to be at least $10.
• For Tracking, I cover anything $60+, if not, add $4.
• If you purchase a bunch of cards or higher value and it adds up, will do better than 85%.
• If you purchase a lot of less popular cards, I'll do 75-80% depending on how much you take.
• Continental United States only please.

Have:
https://imgur.com/a/BhliR8J - Full Binder
https://imgur.com/a/X8XChfy - Rarity II (I also have Secrets, Ultras, Supers)
https://imgur.com/a/iTSimRD - Vanquish Soul Core

• Accessories
  
• Please ask for close ups, conditions etc I'd be more than happy to show and clarify.
  
• Typically I sell around 85% TCG Lowest Verified unless there's a buyout happening or one super lower listing.
  
• I do have PayPal, but really looking to only buy if it's something I'm dying for or at 80%
  
• I have a crap-ton of rubber mats as well to move, including Yugioh Day Halq, Yugioh Day Purrely, etc. Just let me know to gauge interest. Will sell these at around 80ish%, provided fees and shipping are covered.
  

Wants:

• PayPal - 85% Lowest Verified
• 1x Minerva, the Athenian Lightsworn - Quarter Century Secret Rare
• 1x Artemis, the Magistus Moon Maiden - Quarter Century Secret Rare
• 2x Small World - Quarter Century Secret Rare
• 1x Cyber Slash Harpie Lady - Secret Rare (BLC1)
• 3x Radian, the Multidimensional Kaiju - Ultra Rare (BLC1)
• 3x Macro Cosmos - Duel Terminal
• 2x Number C15: Gimmick Puppet Giant Hunter - PGLD
• 2x Number C40: Gimmick Puppet of Dark Strings - PGLD
• Binders

Gone:

I am wondering if anyone can help me! I am a graphic designer and I run a POD shop where I make designs for mainly mugs. sometimes shirts. I get anywhere between 10-300 orders a week on the regular.
Long story short the company Printful completely wrecked my star seller score and has horrendous client service latley, so I am moving to printify. I was going to make new listings entirely but realized this makes no sense when my listings currently have over 500+ favorites and they show up at the top of the page with certain searches. Is there any way I can take a listing and change print providers? I am hoping someone with a POD shop can talk me through how to go about this.

Hi all,
My current loans are $94k total - mix between unsubsidized and subsidized with Nelnet as the service provider.
I provided my last year’s returns in March before I filed for this year. My AGI was approx. $80k ish on my 2022 return. This is also my first time signing up for REPAYE or making any payment plan (just finished grad school). I listed 3 as my household size (wife + newborn).
It says my payment is $0 until I re-certify in May 2025.
Just out of curiosity, is this correct..? I have all the documents showing it’s been approved. My nelnet account reflects this too. When I signed up for the plan, I let them pull my IRS info to make it easier as well.
Dumb question (yes I read the guides), but just to confirm… my balance shouldn’t rise over $94k right? Even if it’s $0 payment on REPAYE, interest is “written-off” correct? So the balance doesn’t go up in essence.
Bonus question: my new AGI will be $105k when I use the 2023 taxes next year. Any est on payment idea then?
Thnx!

The necropolis was gorgeous, for what it was. Its white outer walls hiding the darker Victorian Gothic interior. The tech that was hidden in the walls though was able to move bodies in their caskets from a designated place in the necropolis to the "viewing area" as the necropolians called it. This was where I waited for my, for lack of a better term, escort to take me to the mortuary. Since science has grown surprisingly fast our abilities for forensic sciences have also grown, and that's to whom I was headed. (S)He was an, unusual (wo)man to say the least. An expert in their field and about as learned as a doctor, if not multi-doctorate. If you ever asked them why they never pursued an actual doctorate, they would get angry and act all prissy while saying that going to school would've slowed them down and all they needed were the basic certificates for their work. The reality though, revealed to me during a drunken bout, they just never liked school and believed that it ultimately stunted a person's growth and ability to question the reality around them, that everything that you need to learn is already in books and in some form or another in digital content online. They were brilliant, if a little wacky. About five minutes after I had arrived and was sitting down in the viewing area, a little box rolled up to me making a couple of beeps to let me know to follow it and immediately started rolling towards the wall opposite of where it came from. When it looked like it was about to hit the wall, a hidden door opened up by the casket viewer, inside was a set of stairs leading down into the darkness. Stepping through the doorway I became acutely aware of sounds seemingly coming from all around me suddenly. It really is impressive, as though I just stepped from a tomb to a busy workshop, the sounds of gas escaping pistons, whirring, and clanking chains flooded my ears. I continued down the stairs following my helpful little box, which despite its size and shape would suggest was actually quite nimble on the stairs. It seemed to have wheels that would extend down to the next step as the edge rolled over it and once the back of the box was clear of the step it would drop back into its squat position, hiding its wheels as quickly as possible. It continued to do so the entire way. The box seemed to notice me watching it and made a kinda shrill whistle and its undercarriage light went from a comfortable yellow to a, is that... Peach? Is it blushing? My god I think it is! I let out a small chuckle and my little blushing box stopped dead in its tracks mid-step, its light suddenly going white, almost blinding me from behind and lighting up the hallway for a split second. Luckily both of my feet were solidly on a step so I didn't take a tumble or anything, but I couldn't help doing anything but laughing harder. After a second the little box crept up behind me and continued down, its status light continuing to show pinkish. I followed it slowly, the chuckle slowly dying in my throat as we reached Ceriths office. Well "office" was being nice. Morgue, mortuary, both of these fit just as well. Cerith was, for the most part, a recluse. We reached the door and the little robot continued through a little hole in the wall. I waited a second and knocked. "Enter!" Came the voice on the other side. I opened the door and stepped through. Along one wall set doors that normally housed the dead waiting to be processed. One out of dozens were open, its occupant missing from its silver slab. The middle of the room was brightly lit from a single overhead light. In the middle of the circle of light stood a figure, long Raven colored hair bound in a single braided ponytail, the rest of them bound in medical examination garb. They seemed to be engrossed in the corpse in front of them. The little robot rolled up next to Ceriths feet and made a little chiming noise. "Thank you Tabitha. That'll be all," said a voice that was neither male nor female from beneath the mask. Just sort of in the middle. "Tabitha? Never knew you to be sentimental," I said gently, the chuckle in my voice making itself clear. "I see you still find even the darkest things funny," Cerith quipped back. "My line of work Cer, you take the laughs where you get them. Look who's talking anyway, you're usually elbows deep inside someone 25/8. Even you have a seriously fucked up sense of humor." That got Cerith laughing, sounding like thunder and the whip crack of lightning at the same time. "You've got me there Julius," Cerith said after his laughter subsided. I think he suits him today. Which is both a good and bad sign. When Cerith is acting like a man, it usually means some grim news, but they are going to try to make it seem like not a big deal and laugh a lot. Plus they almost never call me Julius. Something was wrong. Very seriously wrong. As this realization hit me I got this odd tingle in the small of my back. Like someone had put several freezing needles under the skin and into my spine, something I'm familiar with from the anima-games from the cyber sphere. Halos: Divine Retribution If I remember right. Those Angels were sadistic bastards. I shuddered at both the memories from the game and the shockingly similar feeling I was experiencing. Dread, that feeling is dread my friend, the quiet part of my mind whispered to me. "Cer, what's wrong bud," I asked. He didn't say anything. For a long time. After a few minutes I was about to ask again, but then he spoke. And what came out will haunt me, quite possibly till the day I die . "This ones temporal lobes are gray matter. Nothing even close to being coherent. Just. Dead neurons. And he's not the first." Gone was the jovialness of the past ten minutes. This was Cerith the whisperer. In an almost dead tone they continued, "the others didn't fare nearly as well as this one. Most of the brain is intact here, which means that if they didn't deliver a massive shock or something similar to fully kill him he would have possibly lived as a vegetable with memory issues, but that's not what I'm looking for in this one here now. Now I'm trying to figure out what else the others had in common with him, and so far that's brought up all but naught. Well this one has a bit of liver damage. But that's about it. So Mr John was a drinker. Not much there." When Cerith is "whispering" the best thing to do is just let him be. But I couldn't help but prick my ears up at mentions of others with similar wounds, and the fact that this one had liver issues.... "Cer. You said... CERITH," I finally snapped out and caught his attention mid ramble. "Thank you. You said liver problems. But nothing similar to the others? No drugs? Alcohol? Not even a synth brain-pattern? You checked Everything?" "Well let's see, John here was a drinker that's for sure," Cerith said his hands never ceasing their work as he started to put 'John' back together seemingly satisfied that he found nothing else, " Mr Lombardo in chest 3 had cocaine mostly, and Mr Lei in chest 9 had opium. Although to tell you where it came from for both I'd have to do a molecular analysis and see what it compares to. Other than that, no. Absolutely nothing connecting any of them. As far as I can tell they are all unique cases completely separate from each other except for the damages to the brain. And I only found this by accident. During a routine scan I happened to look at the screen as it passed through the brain and noticed an odd density in his temporal lobes. Just slightly higher than normal. Hell to be honest with you it had the density of a fresh cutie, you know those little oranges?" I nodded, and he continued, "Right of course you do, who hasn't? Anyways it's just super dense compared to the surrounding tissues, and I take a sliver probe and drop it in like you do. And when I turn the damn thing on to look at the neurons the area all I see are dead cells packed on top of one another. Not natural decay death, but forced to die. Most of the cell walls were torn open like they had blown up from the INSIDE. That's when I called you." He finished up with 'John' putting the final few perfect stitches in place and sealing him up for good. Once he seemed happy with his work he called out to his seemingly empty morgue, "Grom I'm done! Can you put Mr John Doe here back in his room? Number 11 if you please." He turned away from the body on the table and removed the giant rubber gloves that went to his elbows. He walked into the dark calling out over his shoulder, "I'll be back in a sec I gotta scrub out, want a drink? I have beer, whiskey, vodka, I might have some Cognac somewhere, and bourbon. Your choice, just call out what you want and Tabitha will be there with it. Also have a seat! We have much to discuss." With that he disappeared from both sight and sound in the dark. It was a neat trick I have to admit, and it had something to do with how he had his morgue set up. Even the giant war machine that was Grom was absolutely quiet unless you managed to catch him through the gloom. I thought for the longest time the reason why I could never catch him sneaking around was from some sort of stealth program put into place, but when he goes up and down those stairs he's as loud as can be. So it was definitely not his program but the way the morgue was built. I'm confident in saying that because when I turned back to look at the table, or rather where it was, there was now a chair that looked like it had just grown out of the floor and the body was gone. Also the thought of something as big as a fridge just sneaking up on some poor combatants and snapping their necks as quietly as he walks in the morgue just gives me the heebies. As I sat in the chair a thought occurred to me. Considering how advanced the morgue seemed to be it would make sense that it had some sort of AI or integrated computer. "Computer?" I had been here a million times but I'd never had a chance to think about it nor try anything. But not even a second after I had said anything a response came. "Yes Detective Julius. My name is DANNA. Or Dynamically Actualized Neural Net AI. How can I be of service?" The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, slightly feminine and breathy, all service but no sex. Honestly I was just surprised that it worked. "DANNA, I was just wondering if I could take a look at the files that Cerith had mentioned? If it is as bad as they claim I think I might need to know anyway. Also if you can get those blood works done for me I'd appreciate it. Also something with whiskey or rum would be amazing." "Of course Detective. I will have Tabitha bring it shortly. And how would you like the information to be displayed? Desktop or dynamic?" That piqued my interest. "Dynamic please." No sooner than I had said a series of screens blinked into existence in front of me. It was some sort of Holographic display. I reached out and touched the display and was surprised that I got stopped by something. It was hard but surprisingly I found that I could push into the screen with my finger if I pushed hard enough. It kinda felt like... Oobleck. I also found that by pinching the corner I could pull the screens closer or further from me. I even found that I could grab individual pages of the reports off the screen and hold it. It felt like a thin sheet of plastic and responded like both a tablet and a singular document. If I switched pages the old one would appear back onto the screen and the next would pop onto it. This was about as slick a set up as I had ever seen and whistled my appreciation under my breath, I'm definitely going to have to ask Cerith about where they got DANNA from. "See something you like, big boy?" A very DEFINITELY female voice said in my ear from behind, soft and throaty, screaming come hither. I felt small dainty hands gently caress the tops of my shoulders before slipping down the front of my chest, pulling me back into the chair that I didn't realize I had been slouching in. "You know better than that, Jules. Your back is important and slouching will destroy the muscles and cause some to atrophy." The voice left no room for argument, and left me more than a little bit flushed. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back as far as it would go, the back of my head hitting something soft and warm, stretching my neck and back out. "Damnit Cer I thought you were scrubbing out, not completely changing." I hadn't realized it, but at least an hour had passed from when I started playing with the computer and working with the files if the clock on the computer was to be believed. "You looked like you were pretty into it so I decided not to disturb you. Plus you know how much fun it is for me to tease you like this. Especially after, well these..." One hand waved at the screens in front of me. The small hands' nails were painted the darkest black and almost made them blend into the void that existed outside of the screens. "I do Cer, and that's part of the problem, we both know that it's never going to happen. Least of all for you." She laughed a little, a clear beautiful sound and the body beneath my head bounced slightly telling me I was against her stomach. "Still I know you enjoy these little moments," she said, the pressure on the back of my head disappearing and was replaced by the voice right by my ear again as she whispered, "especially when we both know that's not at all true." At the last words she nibbled my ear gently. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her, in spite of my baser instinct rising to meet her VERY juicy insinuations. But for as long as I've known Cerith and as many times as we have both been VERY drunk, they have NEVER cashed in. I just assumed that it was a quirk of theirs. "Anyways," she said standing back up, "what are you thinking so far about the files? Spooky, right? Like I said, nothing that I can see connects them." Her hands gestured in front of me in an approximation of a shrug. She then clasped them together, wringing the knuckles and effectively trapping me in the chair and back against her abdomen. I scrubbed my eyes with my fingertips acutely aware of the growing headache that suddenly made itself known. "Your right from the medical side. I can't see everything you can, of course. I don't have near the knowledge that you have," which is true being that Cerith is at least 200 years old. I never asked directly, the old adage still holding about women and their age. Still though her answers to certain questions would lead one to believe her being her first adult car was a Bing Cherry 2201 Firebird GT with white walled hover trim and chrome accents. From pictures that I could find it looked like a slick piece. Looking back to the screens I couldn't help but feel that itch again. I couldn't explain it. That prickly feeling of ice needles again, this time in the back of my skull. As much as I'd hate to admit it. I think Cerith is right. I sighed heavily before saying "send me everything. I'll open a new case file and have the team start working on it first thing." She made a happy noise and bounced slightly, clearly satisfied with my decision to take it on. I reached out and to my left and a glass was placed gently into my hand by Tabitha. I hadn't even realized she had come over while I was working and was now ready for that drink. Room temperature rum and cola. The drink went down smoothly enough considering I drained the glass in one gulp, during which time I finally got a good eyeful of Ceriths current form. Or rather the underside of part of it. From what I could tell she was wearing a black T-shirt. That was it. I put the glass back down, it's job done without moving my head and said, "What a lovely view Cerith. I'm guessing you chose this to try to get a rise out of me?" I couldn't lie though it was affecting me, but I couldn't let her know that. Not when she's like this. Otherwise she'll continue to tease me till she leaves me with the absolute worst case of blue balls this side of the City. Her hands came up and cupped my chin almost lovingly, and her voice said "Of course Detective. Do you not approve? Or would you rather I change back to my medical examination form? Or something else?" Her words dripped with implied sex. I groaned, loudly, and said, "This is fine. Jesus Cer." Before we could continue our most scintillating of conversations there was a sudden PING! And DANNA said, "I'm sorry to interrupt, but there's a message for you Cerith. It says 'If you can get to the department Cerith, do so. We need you to explain your paperwork. And if Detective Julius is still with you have him come in too.' signed the Chief. Would you like to reply?" 'shit, I forgot the morgue kills all signals,' I thought to myself as I stood up gently (regretfully) prying myself from Ceriths grasp with a, "duty calls. Need a lift?" I stretched gently, the scales in between my shoulders clicking appreciatively for the stretch, and turned around to notice she was indeed, just wearing a black T-shirt that hugged her voluptuous figure closely. The scales in my back clicked shut in surprise. Cerith let out a small cute chuckle, "I see after all this time I can still surprise you," she said blowing a kiss my way, reminding me of a little Gothic pixy. I rolled my eyes away from her and willed my scales to relax. I grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair, slinging it on and clicking the neck clasp shut under the cord that connected my scales to the unit in my head. I was awarded the cybernetics upon completing my training and getting all my licenses to have them. The force had allowed me to customize it, I had chosen top of the line. A dual unit with custom built AI. The individual scales were ceracoated titanium microprocessors all running in both series and parallel, and could move to expel heat or react. The main unit was the same except it was one solid unit that replaced a chunk of skull. Once that was done I zipped up the front of the leathers and ran the scales through the racer setting. They clicked and flattened against the outside of the jacket, securing it to my back. I shrugged making sure it was comfortable. "I'll take the fact that you're only in a t-shirt you'll be along shortly?" "Certainly detective." Her voice was filled with dismissive submission... And sadness? I looked back at her and noticed her makeup was gone. Or had she had any on in the first place? I gave myself a mental shake. There's no way. This was Cerith, veritable goddess of the necropolis. I put the last few minutes away for review later. Chief called. I have to go. On an instinct I thought long dead, I reached out and squeezed her hand. I felt a slight squeeze back. And then she let go with a, "Go on, be a good detective. I'll be along shortly." I left with Tabitha as my guide. Before Cerith disappeared into the darkness I thought I heard her whisper, "please don't leave." My scales raised in a saddened response. I couldn't be sure I heard her right though. If I heard her at all. I reached back and stroked them, knowing my ai probably heard her, and knowing it could feel me touch the scales. After a few seconds the scales settled down. 'I know buddy,' I thought to the AI. It couldn't respond like usual AI. The force thought that was too dangerous. What if it went rogue? What if it tried to kill the host and take over? The list went on and eventually they decided the basics were ok. When I got my unit one of the first things I did was jack it into a diagnostic to see what kind of hardware I was dealing with exactly because manufacturer specs from real use are sometimes different with AI if the bits and bobs are in place. When I did, all I got on the screen was 'Hello?'

So we all have those lists which are stupid, fun, and do better than they should usually because your opponent is just confused as to why you’d ever bring it.
Behold the list that lets you completely screen your backfield, block your opponent, and kill all their scoring/action units that they try to keep hidden. Put out a lawn chair Magos.
I took this because I forgot a tray of units at my house and had to make a list on the fly. It really annoyed an Aeldari player and he barely won on points.
 
++ Army Roster (Imperium - Adeptus Mechanicus) [2,000pts] ++
 
+ Configuration +
 
Battle Size: 2. Strike Force (2000 Point limit)
 
Detachment: Skitarii Hunter Cohort
 
Show/Hide Options: Agents of the Imperium are visible, Imperial Knights are visible
 
+ Character +
 
Skitarii Marshal [55pts]: Veiled Hunter
 
Skitarii Marshal [55pts]: Clandestine Infiltrator
 
Tech-Priest Enginseer [45pts]
 
Tech-Priest Enginseer [45pts]: Warlord
 
Technoarcheologist [45pts]
 
Technoarcheologist [45pts]
 
Technoarcheologist [45pts]
 
+ Battleline +
 
Skitarii Rangers [80pts]
. Skitarii Ranger Alpha: Close combat weapon, Galvanic rifle
. 9x Skitarii Ranger w/ galvanic rifle: 9x Close combat weapon, 9x Galvanic rifle
 
Skitarii Rangers [80pts]
. Skitarii Ranger Alpha: Close combat weapon, Galvanic rifle
. 9x Skitarii Ranger w/ galvanic rifle: 9x Close combat weapon, 9x Galvanic rifle
 
Skitarii Vanguard [80pts]
. Skitarii Vanguard Alpha: Close combat weapon, Radium carbine
. 9x Skitarii Vanguard w/ radium carbine: 9x Close combat weapon, 9x Radium carbine
 
Skitarii Vanguard [80pts]
. Skitarii Vanguard Alpha: Close combat weapon, Radium carbine
. 9x Skitarii Vanguard w/ radium carbine: 9x Close combat weapon, 9x Radium carbine
 
Skitarii Vanguard [80pts]
. Skitarii Vanguard Alpha: Close combat weapon, Radium carbine
. 9x Skitarii Vanguard w/ radium carbine: 9x Close combat weapon, 9x Radium carbine
 
+ Infantry +
 
Pteraxii Skystalkers [65pts]
. 4x Pteraxii Skystalkers: 4x Close combat weapon, 4x Flechette carbine
 
Pteraxii Skystalkers [65pts]
. 4x Pteraxii Skystalkers: 4x Close combat weapon, 4x Flechette carbine
 
Pteraxii Skystalkers [65pts]
. 4x Pteraxii Skystalkers: 4x Close combat weapon, 4x Flechette carbine
 
+ Vehicle +
 
Ironstrider Ballistarii [100pts]
. 2x Ironstrider Ballistarius (Twin cognis lascannon): 2x Ironstrider feet, 2x Twin cognis lascannon
 
Ironstrider Ballistarii [100pts]
. 2x Ironstrider Ballistarius (Twin cognis lascannon): 2x Ironstrider feet, 2x Twin cognis lascannon
 
Skorpius Disintegrator [170pts]: Belleros energy cannon
 
Skorpius Disintegrator [170pts]: Belleros energy cannon
 
Skorpius Disintegrator [170pts]: Belleros energy cannon
 
Sydonian Dragoons (Taser Lance) [120pts]
. 2x Sydonian Dragoon (Taser lance & phosphor serpenta): 2x Phosphor serpenta, 2x Taser lance
 
Sydonian Dragoons (Taser Lance) [120pts]
. 2x Sydonian Dragoon (Taser lance & phosphor serpenta): 2x Phosphor serpenta, 2x Taser lance
 
Sydonian Dragoons (Taser Lance) [120pts]
. 2x Sydonian Dragoon (Taser lance & phosphor serpenta): 2x Phosphor serpenta, 2x Taser lance
 
++ Total: [2,000pts] ++
 
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• Gummy worms are superior to Bear
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Talk soon!

won’t go through the effort to write out another long dragged out bio about who I am or what I like since there’s plenty of old posts that would do myself better justice lmao. all you need to know is that I’m a bratty punk ginger from the Bay Area with too many issues to list, too many opinions to yap about, garbage taste in guys, and the best music taste you’ll ever see on this brain rot garbage site. I’m going to shows from st vincent and hanabie to crumb and lamp, some with my stone-faced roomie, most by myself. If that sounds interesting enough to you, then by all means, make your presence known to me in the messages or kindly f#ck off 🤩

Sorry it took me so long to show up. I know you’ve been looking for a very specific post all day.
• I HATE when people do bullet list on here
• my humor will make you think I hate you when in fact it’s the complete opposite
• Enthusiast of Craft Beer. I’ve been really lucky to go to some of the coolest places to try beer
• Bigger enthusiast of the the gym to counteract the beer I indulge on. I have a toxic relationship with a barbell
• Gummy worms are superior to Bear
• Strips are superior to Nuggs
• Socks don’t belong on feet in bed. I said what I said.
Talk soon!

Hi everyone,
I hope this is okay, I'm really sorry this is long. I have ADHD and this is a complex situation for me to unpack.
I'm the [23F] girlfriend of my [23F] CPTSD boyfriend.
My boyfriend is an amazing person, he cares about me so much. I see it. But he has so many traumas in his life that it often overshadows that side. He's the middle child of an awful family; parents divorced, a cruel mother, a paranoid schizophrenic hermit father, QAnon supporter brother, and a sister who is always either getting her life together or partying for days on end. He struggles with a chronic autoimmune disease that resulted in him nearly dying as a child, which his family denies and minimises. As a result, he always had/has no one to turn to, then he met me.
He loves me so much, and I love him too. From our first year together I saw how amazing he was underneath everything and did my best to support him from my more stable, privileged-even, life situation. He is a sensitive soul, smart, funny, witty, talented and a good person.
I helped him get his license, find a consistent job, and get his life together. He lives in his mother's house and constantly is fighting with her. He first couldn't move out due to lack of money, then not moving out because he couldn't drive, then he didn't have a car, then he had to move out with me, and if I didn't move out with him, he wouldn't move out at all. I live with my parents who are my best friends, and are helping me save money during my stressful PhD so I can buy a house one day. I've wanted him to move in to my parents house, but I do not want to encroach on my parents' kindness as their house is small and they already are struggling with my brother's issues.
I also just couldn't live with him because of the dark side to his character, his emotional immaturity, his flashes of toxic behaviour that I bare the brunt of time and time again. Things always have to be his way otherwise is moody, I constantly walk on ice to try and keep his mood up. He picks and picks at what I say, deflects responsibility and does not acknowledge my feelings, or says things he knows is mean or unnecessary to say, and doesn't apologise. Just lets me take these things over and over again. Whenever we did anything fun (like go on holidays), I would be responsible for everything, and if I messed up, he would get grumpy with me. During things I want to enjoy, I spend all my time making sure he is happy. These are things that are biproducts of his trauma I believe. I never blamed him and never will. He was raised with no role models. He had friends, but like many young guys, they grew apart throughout the years until he was too scared to message them because it's awkward and 'guys don't do that'. He never could afford therapy for years.
After 3 years I'm exhausted, this year bad things keep happening and I've been there as the one pillar of support the entire time. His brother punched him in the face and threatened to kill him after my boyfriend wouldn't get his lighter fast enough, his grandma died suddenly, a massive family fallout occurred, his Dad had a mental breakdown and got diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, his estranged aunt was diagnosed with terminal cancer and now his Mum has to look after her autistic child when she dies, his Dad relapsed again with schizophrenia, and now he has found out he has another co-morbid autoimmune disorder.
It just never stops. I dealt with the brunt of all his emotions throughout all this in a couple months. He treated me really poorly. Unfortunately, I grew catatonic. I wanted to break up, I couldn't deal with this anymore. I talked to my psych who mentioned emotional abuse and exhaustion, but I was just giving her the worst of it so I felt bad for even making him out to be like that. I spoke to him a month ago, on the verge of leaving. He was profusely apologetic, and promised he would do everything he could to make it better. He would stop talking to me like that and stop picking at me. The next day he sat down with me and we got him sorted out with a therapist. A month later and he's still on the waiting list for therapy. But he has also put so much effort in, he has been so much more attentive to me. I've been trying so hard to also show him the amount of effort he's putting in has been received and that I am working on us too. I can tell though this doesn't come naturally to him, and recently some minor past behaviours are starting to come back.
During our talk a month ago when I told him I am still thinking about breaking up, he told me it would be all his fault and that he wasn't good enough. I then asked him if he would be more upset that he wouldn't have me, or feeling abandoned. He then had a massive panic attack in which he told me he goes back to that dark hospital room, alone with tubes in him as a child, thinking about us breaking up. How he'd never get out of the cycle of his family and have a happy family of his own, which is his dream. How he doesn't know if he would be okay with me out of his life, and how he would come out of our relationship with a lot more scars. He couldn't promise me that he wouldn't hurt himself if I was to leave.
A month later and I'm still completely and utterly exhausted. My Mum is exhausted of me venting to her and crying to her about all his bad situations. He's been trying so hard to improve but I just don't know if he's far enough on his healing journey to really be good for me anymore. I can't keep focusing on his life and his troubles. I just deal with so much guilt because I essentially think of me as holding him over the edge of a volcano, and he can't get himself up. If I break up with him I'm essentially dooming him to fall into that volcano, and potentially never may be able to get out again. He's such a good person, I can't do that to such a good person.
Thanks for letting me vent, I'm sorry if I'm a bad partner for someone with CPTSD. All I wanted was for him to be happy and be the person I know he truly is.
I don't know what to do, how to make sure he will be okay if I leave. I'm so worried and scared for him.
Thanks.

Hi everyone ! Here’s another update :

1. I haven’t been posting for the last month due to time constraints plus a little bit of burnout. I’ve been trying to be realistic with my upload schedule but I’ve come to realize that even uploading two posts a day becomes exhausting after a while especially since I want to watch and enjoy these videos too. I plan on returning in June though since I want to continue this archiving process.
2. I’ve decided to change one of the rules and make this sub mod-only for uploading files. I really wanted this sub to be open to the community but most people don’t seem too interested or, if they are, they upload files the wrong way and it’s a bit of a pain to reorganize everything. Not that I don’t trust people but … wow, some of you can’t follow basic directions. I understand that there have been some issues with users not being able to find the “post flair”, which is fine since the layout for whatever reason doesn’t want to show it for some users and I could always just manually add it myself as a mod anyway. However, I’ve already seen several people messing up titles (and there haven’t been too many users posting besides myself) and it’s like … either title it correctly or don’t bother posting ? It just feels annoying sometimes.
3. I’m not gonna recategorize the wiki by date since I don’t have the time for it lol. I barely understand how to make pages on it so I’m not interested in messing up the whole thing, especially if it’s simply meant to be one massive reference page for people who are searching for certain poops in mind.
4. And last but least, I’ve decided to make this update today since I just discovered that one of my favorite YTPers just got their channel terminated about a month ago :( . I’m not gonna list names due to privacy (or even relevancy, as I want these update posts to ONLY be about this sub) but I did want to bring it up due to its sudden occurrence. This isn’t the first it’s happened but every time it does, it becomes more and more apparent why I even felt the need to create this sub to begin with. It was even stated in the welcoming post about this sub’s purpose : to save YTPs not only for archival purposes but from the threat of deletion as well. Luckily in this case, the YTPer in question decided to open up another channel and post their new YTPs there as well as some reuploads (including some that I’ve already archived here). But ultimately, it’s these types of incidents that really reinforce the need to continue this ever-growing collection of vulgar and bizarrely edited videos lol.

That’s about it for this update. Until next time !

I am not sure if anyone listened to Bernstein & Holmes last Wednesday (15th). they were talking about guns and crimes in the top golf in Naperville. It turned ugly
Dan and Laurence slandered the city of Naperville and all of its residents as racists. It was a totally unhinged cringe worthy performance from Dan.
He said (paraphrasing) when people say “Naperville is just like Chicago without being in the city”. What they really are saying is it’s Chicago but better because there are no black people….it continued on for a few minutes of Naperville suburbs are racist dog whistlers or something.
I was a big boers and Bernstein fan and really enjoy the guests on Bernstein and Holmes. I was a big Holmes fan with his solo show. Now I am finding myself struggling to even listen because of the crazy irresponsible rhetoric at times.
I am still shocked by Bernstein comments a few months ago regarding Fields and Bagent. The long rants on racists supporting Bagent or the dog whistles from announcers in the booth. Those two lost their collective minds defending fields as a legit QB post Bagent. For the record Bagent is not a starter either.
The one that almost made me quit the score was the fields press conference. Fields criticized the coaches and later in the week. he walked it back. Dan said…that the Bears leadership confronted fields and made him correct it publicly. The bears were upset with Fields because he was acting too uppity and needed to know his place. Dan continued that if Fields were white this would have never happened. Even Holmes was uncomfortable with it…he had to tell Dan the person that talked to fields was black. Dan wanted to double down to say that there was still some nefarious instruction from someone above that person.
These examples are from a long list of other crazy awful radio segments.

I figured I'd continue this sort of thing with the next weapon class down the list.
Historically, straight-bladed, one-handed or hand-and-a-half swords were sidearms. Either as a backup weapon on the battlefield or as personal defense/a status symbol for everyday carry. I think the devs did a good job of capturing that in game. As a class, straight swords are rarely if ever an outright bad choice, but in any specific circumstance they'll fall well behind a more specialized option. Once you have access to bigger, flashier, or more impressive options they tend to fall by the wayside. But if your main breaks or is the wrong choice for a fight, it's comforting to know that you always have something that's basically OK to fall back on.
One thing that's not historically accurate is the power stance. I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. The damage output was pretty impressive and the specific way you swing both of them seems to have a more generous hitbox than one alone. Would I recommend doing it yourself? Well, definitely with Blue Flame and maybe with a couple others.
There are 18 straight swords in this game so let's get into individual details.
Shortsword
The main thing you notice using this is it's short. Deep insight, I know. Thing is, this is Dark Souls 2 and weapon hitboxes are at least vaguely the same size as the model. At times you can really feel the lack of reach when you find yourself whiffing attacks more than is healthy. The second thing you notice about the Shortsword is it isn't very strong. Straight swords don't have a whole lot of variance in their damage, but the Shortsword is definitely on the lower end of the scale and the above average counter damage can only do so much to cover for it. The third thing you notice is that the moveset is bloody fantastic. I'm always going to value a straight sword with a thrusting attack over one that only slashes. Thrust is just plain a better damage type than slash, it improves performance in tight spaces, and it gives your attacks more forward momentum to keep up aggression (and make up for short reach). It also may just be me, but it feels like the thrusting heavy attacks are better than slashing against NPC invaders too.
Longsword
It's only the second entry on the list and my thrust attack bias is rearing its head again. The 2 handed strong attack of the Longsword is just plain good. Between the damage and the stagger, there's parts of the game where I treat it more like a thrusting sword than a straight sword. There are a few other swords that have the same attack, but the Longsword is the strongest of the bunch (though it's only in the middle of the pack for the overall weapon class). The free fire infused one you can get is fine enough for the price. It performs about as well on average as the base model but it has some advantages against fire weak or slash resistant enemies and some glaring disadvantages once you hit a water or fire level. It's a lot more useful in vanilla where the Dull Ember is a lot harder to get. One last thing: I'd be remiss if I didn't bring up the Longsword's performance in PVP. I don't know nearly enough about that aspect of the game to really talk about it, but something about the specific intersection of reach, stagger, moveset, and requirements means this gets an S rank in a LOT of tier lists.
Broken Straight Sword
Something has to be the worst option, and it's the broken sword's thankless duty to fulfill this role. It's pitifully short, pathetically weak, and disappointingly fragile. It exists mostly to give players a clearly visible bottom of the barrel to compare other weapons to. One thing it does have going for itself is the lowest stamina costs of literally any weapon which is at least something. Poison or Mundane infusion can even make it borderline usable for the masochists out there.
Broadsword
One thing I've noticed about DS2's weapon design is that the first weapon you find in a specific class gets treated as the "default" and most others will be variants of it in some way. The Broadsword fits that mold here and that's not a bad place to be. It's got a decent moveset, decent damage, and it's decently easy to get and use. The thing is that being the archetype for the Basically OK weapon class means that you don't stand out at all. Its damage is a little above average, but it's reach is a little below and it's still well in the middle of the pack for both. All other stats and its moveset are completely standard. There's nothing wrong with using it, as long as you don't need to stab anything that is, but you'll find plenty of better options down the line.
Foot Soldier Sword
Lightweight, extremely low requirements, good reach, decent base damage for infusions, and an excellent moveset. If it weren't for the incredibly low durability this would be one of the best swords in the game. As it stands, well, it can make a decent emergency backup option as long as you don't need to rely on it too much.
Heide Knight Sword
This got done dirty in the Scholar version. First by being shifted from a guaranteed drop to a rare drop, and second when they made infusion much easier to unlock and devalued pre-infused and natural elemental weapons. It's still a Basically OK weapon but it's been knocked down to niche use rather than a staple. I'd say the best use case is someone who wants to use Faith from the start (for instance, helping a friend with a dedicated support build in co-op) and wants at least some payoff in damage before late game. I used it as my left hand weapon in power stance for quite a lot of the game since I wasn't planning to buff that hand anyway and it pulled its weight. That said, there's a reason I didn't use it in the right hand. I'm not a big fan of the one handed moveset. It's not bad per se but the underhanded swings just feel less powerful and I'm not sure why the strong attacks are borrowed from the Royal Dirk.
Varangian Sword
These first 7 swords are available pretty much at the start of the game, with varying levels of effort, so I'm loosely grouping them together as the "starter pack." Out of these, the Varangian Sword is the most viable as a main weapon rather than simply a backup. Broadsword moveset, Longsword length, and noticeably higher damage output than any of the other 6. Durability is something you have to keep in mind, and it can be especially bad for newer players who aren't as experienced with making it last, but for me it was mostly a non-issue.
Blue Flame
You know, when Elden Ring came out and there wasn't a single melee weapon that doubled as a casting tool I was a little confused. But then looking at the ones that appeared in DS2 and 3 and I start to think that the Blue Flame being actually pretty good as both a weapon and a casting tool was some sort of fluke. It's not really the best at either, as a staff it's a bit slow and only about third place in damage and as a sword it's Basically OK most of the time but suffers from the frequency of magic resistant enemies. But it lets me double buff easily in power stance and when you do, it's a blast to use. Now there is the question of infusion. Both Raw and Magic are basically direct upgrades in different ways. Raw works best if you plan to use it primarily as a sword since while it does improve the magic damage, it doesn't do so by a lot. Magic greatly improves spell damage, but is worse than base as a melee weapon, in no small part because it drops the physical damage down to "might as well not exist" level. Personally I think Raw is the better deal overall, especially since you have the option to apply Aromatic Ooze for an even better boost to spell damage than any spell buff, but I can see situations where more powerful spells could tip the balance in your favor. Also a heads up when you use this, due to some quirks in the buff formulas, Great Magic Weapon is only a few points weaker than Crystal on this weapon.
Red Rust Sword
This is an axe. Normally I would be fine with that since I fucking love the standard axe moveset for reasons I can't fully articulate, but this is not a particularly strong axe either. In fact at 40 Strength it's noticeably weaker than the Battle Axe even before you factor in the complete lack of counter damage. And the Battle Axe upgrades with normal titanite. And that;s not even touching on the Bandit Axe. Though granted it is at least strong for a straight sword if you count it as one. The one unique thing about the Red Rust Sword is its power stance performance (as you might have guessed from the person you get it from). It has straight sword compatibility and moveset priority but axe power stance moveset. This means you can pair it with some things that you normally can't pair with axes (daggers, thrusting swords, greatswords, spears, and lances specifically) and putting it in the left hand means it's less likely to override the moveset if you don't care for the axe power stance (and I don't).
Sun Sword
So the thing about weapons in DS2 with noticeably higher scaling than others in their class is they almost always have much lower base damage. This means that high stats are a requirement for use rather than a reward. Said scaling in this case is also a textbook example of DS2's misleading letter grades. The game tells you A/A but doesn't tell you that means 80%/45%. The other semi-unique feature, the one-handed stab, is not nearly as impressive or effective to me as the Longsword's two-handed one. And farming it is a complete pain in the ass even with the best luck boosts and a good plan. But let's take a step back from negativity and look at what this sword really wants you to do. It incentivizes physical stats and one handed use, which to me suggests one of two routes. Sword and board, especially since it comes with its own shield, but I've never felt that that's a particularly interesting playstyle. Or you can use it as the right hand in power stance, and that's where I think it shines. Again, having the option to use thrust damage when needed is very helpful, and the Sun Sword is one of the better options for this specific niche.
Drakekeeper's Sword
This just barely avoids being a direct upgrade to the Broadsword by having no counter damage. Above average reach and stagger, good damage, and high durability make this a very strong if not particularly flashy or dynamic choice. Just a pity that it's found almost at the end of the game.
Black Dragon Sword
Until you get very high stats, this is the strongest straight sword in the game. Both with a Raw infusion when compared to the physical options and with elemental infusions. And unlike the other strongest options, there's no traditional downside to balance it. High durability, Broadsword moveset, average reach, average weight, and no notable stat deficiencies. The real downside, aside from it being a pain to farm, is the opportunity cost of spending your boss upgrade material on something that is only the best of the Basically OK.
Yellow Quartz Longsword
Imagine a Longsword with a Broadsword moveset, worse damage, half the durability, and a bunch of crud smeared on the blade. Preorder weapons had a couple of hits and a bunch of misses. This one's a miss.
Possessed Armor Sword
This one has a few unique things going for it. The least remarkable thing is the above average reach, nice as it is. The moveset borrows a bit from axes and greatswords for a few attacks, and it works pretty decently. But the real draw is in the self-buff. L2 gives you 25 seconds of boosted fire damage at the cost of durability (much like the Watcher and Defender Greatswords). As for how well all of that works in practice, well it's not great but it's not really bad either. The buff doesn't add all that much damage, and fire is in many ways the worst damage type, but as long as you keep an eye on the durability and are not using it on things that resist it, it's Basically OK.
Ashen Warrior Sword
This sword has the same moveset as the Shortsword, with thrusting strong attacks when both one and two handed, so it makes a good first impression. And unlike the Shortsword it has decent reach so it's even better. The cracks start to show when you see the durability, though even then it's not a dealbreaker for me. That comes when you see the damage output and realize it traded actual real damage for bleed. Heartbreaking.
Puzzling Stone Sword
This weapon is unique top to bottom. The light attacks are already a pretty unique combination before you get into the weird extendo whip sword strong attacks. It's even got some weirdly high Dex scaling. Thing is, even with that scaling it's always on the lower end of damage for straight swords. And taking advantage of the extended reach with the strong attacks means dealing even less damage since they're way out of the sword's sweet spot. Still, as a rollcatcher or zoning tool it's pretty effective. Just ask Fencer Sharron.
Fume Sword
This is the longest straight sword by a decent margin, and acts even longer with those thrusting attacks. It has dark scaling, but no requirements in those stats and can be buffed with resin so it works just fine in physical builds. It also has above average counter damage. I think like the Sun Sword, this works best one handed with either a shield or another weapon, just like how its previous owner used it.
Ivory Straight Sword
It's a lightsaber. It deals pure physical Strike damage. It requires 40 Dex. It has no scaling. It weighs 0.5 pounds. It does not benefit from Flynn's Ring at all. It has 250 durability. It breaks after 25 swings no matter what you hit. It deals the least amount of poise damage of any weapon. It has the slowest attacks and the highest stamina costs of any straight sword. The 2 handed strong attack can deal 4 digit damage. Using that attack costs as much stamina as drawing a Twin-Headed Greatbow. I'm about 70% sure it can headshot. It's cool looking and unique. It sucks so bad. If you're intrigued by this thing's design and want to try to make the most of it, there's two different routes you can take to make it work. 1. Treat it like some sort of weird fucked up pocket great hammer and exclusively use the 2HR2. 2. Go play Elden Ring and build around the Carian Knight Sword or Coded Sword instead.

TL:DR; I was fired from my job because issues with equipment that I had raised dozens and dozens of times over the course of nearly two years were ignored. Bookings started getting ruined, we were understaffed and customers were horrible to me, leading to my anxiety condition being triggered and having a panic attack on several occasions. On my last day, it was so bad I had to ask my manager to come in and I left. I was fired on the basis of being "too anxious", and I'm distraught. Does anyone have any advice?
Hi there, I'm not sure if this is the correct sub, so please let me know if it's not. I was hoping for some advice and maybe some words of encouragement. I was fired from my job at a VR Arcade a week ago, and I'm really struggling with feeling like an absoloute failure. I also can't afford rent now, and I'm in my last push of getting my degree, so I'm really stressed out.
I was good at my job, really really good, my manager said so. My colleague doesn't think I should've got fired over what happened - nobody I actually worked with agrees with the decision, but it was out of their hands as it was made by the owner of the company (relatively small business). I believe if it had been down to my manager, I would still be there, as he was backing me while my termination was in discussion. I'm in the UK, for context, if this affects anything. I was employed there twice.
At the VR arcade, we ran VR escape rooms and free-play "gaming sessions" (I don't know why but the name of it makes me cringe), and birthday parties for kids (where they can all play gorilla tag or among us, for example) which are dependent on the PCs...working. They are plagued with technical and physical issues to this day, and bookings often don't run too well.
I had been saying since over a year ago, when I was first employed there, that the PCs weren't running very well, and that we really needed somebody to come down to our store to take a look at what was going wrong, but nothing was done. Then my (old) manager, who was almost 40, confessed feelings for me over text message, and I was 21 at the time. I found it sickening because we had a very "I ask you for life advice and you tell me about your life experiences" relationship, and he was always talking about how he wanted a wife and kids, so I was really upset and uncomfortable. We were the only two people working there. I told my boss that I was really upset and asked if we could be kept seperate. Because there was only the two of us, the bookings wouldn't allow for it (we'd have to work together), and "what he'd done wasn't illegal", my boss refused to accomodate anything at all so I walked out on the spot.
About six months later, I'm asked to come back for a higher wage and I agree. Creepy manager left after I did, they employed two new teenagers, and they've lost another staff member. Again, there is now only two of us working there. For context, sometimes we are expected to help up to 6 kids by ourselves with their games. This sounds relatively fair, until you imagine you're in a room with 6 7-12 year olds trying to play virtual reality, which many of them have never touched before, alongside PC crashes and errors and trying to make sure they all still have fun, whilst their parents are shooting daggers at you and loudly saying "Timmy, is your headset broken?", when in actuality they ignored the instruction talk and are pressing the buttons they were specifically told not to. Meaning I have to put their headset on and get them back into the game that they were in because they've found the settings. As soon as I come out, someone's PC has started throwing out errors and I need to fix that - and then another "excuse me!" - It's hard to juggle by yourself.
I start getting vocal about the PC issues again, and eventually someone comes down to "fix" them but we're still getting issues. There was one complaint because my boss did not pay for the game pass (and xboxes are advertised on the party packages), and kids couldn't play the games that were being advertised. I had to text him, during the party, to get it sorted out (and even then, I had to go and get the card and individually enter it on all of the xboxes and leave the kids in the VR room unattended - coming back to a backlog of issues which I can't fix in a timely manner). Eventually - and only because they thought I might be leaving due to the end of my course when I said I wanted to stay on full time - they hired a third person who is like the Jesus of VR.
On my last day, I had to tell my boss to pay the VR game subscription so that the day could run at all. Of course, this led to all of the PCs freaking out, and my colleague (who is luckily a VR wizard, she develops games for that) managed to fix it just in time for a party but even she experienced some hassle.
I play a lot of games, and I'm great with kids and have a good understanding of VR so when the PCs work I do an amazing job - I got a streak of returning customers once, but I'm not a technician, nor am I a manager and this was not listed in the job description. We have several complaints about the equipment not working on their booking. Our PCs were plaugued with technical issues (critical SteamVR fails for example) and crashes, which meant that entire bookings were being ruined, and I was being spoken to really badly by customers. I'm very sensitive because I have anxiety, so this was awful for me, and I cried several times on different days. I once had somebody ask: "who's running this sh*t show?" and "this is a f*cking waste of money" (on my last day). On my last day too, a lady booked the wrong time and said "the more you talk, the more you're wasting my kids time" and insisting that the booking system was wrong and that it was not her fault - even though the booking system has never messed up and the time she booked was the only available time we'd have had, as I checked the bookings the night prior and she had booked the only free space.
I have a lady that the bosses wife labelled as "horrible" break me in the end, she raised her voice at me while I was doing absoloutely everything I can to make her kids birthday party run well. It was a packed Saturday, and my boss had understaffed due to wanting to save money, so I was the only person on that floor. I couldn't ask my colleague for help as we're not allowed to leave anyone unsupervised and she was upstairs. The party I'm trying to run keeps failing, and several people are turning up early and bombarding me with questions even though they could clearly see how stressed I was, and that I was in the middle of trying to fix things.
My manager had given himself the day off, I'm by myself. There are so many people waiting (turning up 30 minutes early), that I run out of space in the xbox room for them to wait, and the party I'm trying to run keeps failing. I end up calling my manager, having an anxiety attack (I think) and having to go out the back. I couldn't breathe and I was crying and I felt dizzy, I almost fell over. The "horrible woman" comes over to the desk and mutters about how it's a "f*cking waste of money", apparently she was "wrecking our ratings on live chat and being really personal".
My manager comes in and I leave - I tell him over text while he's on the way that I don't want to quit, but I'm sick of being the face of a broken product and getting abuse for it. I ask if I still have a job when I come back into the building and he's arrived, and he said it'll be discussed but that I "shouldn't get fired".
I leave, go to see a fake Radiohead concert with my friends and get super smashed. No surprises was not a pleasant one when you think you're about to get fired LMAO
I start getting messages from my manager and my colleague saying, and I quote, "we looked at the PCs, and we can confirm none of the issues were your fault today". My colleague then messages me privately and gives me some hope, saying that it shouldn't be a big deal.
Turns out, the thermal paste on the PC that was being the worst out of them all had worn down thermal paste, which my colleague had to replace herself.
Well...this "discussion" was supposed to happen the following day, but they postpone it to Wednesday. I found this disrespectful on top of not getting breaks on packed days, being paid late and a general lack of communication from my boss and his wife.
I ask bosses wife what's going on. She calls me: "you're just too anxious, the people in [where you live] are so much more cutthroat than in our other locations, you're just not a good fit".
I think this is so unfair. I was essentially fired for having an anxiety condition, which would never have impacted my work if it wasn't for technical problems that I had raised dozens of times that they should have fixed. I asked if the decision was final and she said yes. She was almost crying, but she still did it - so I don't really care about how hard it was for her anymore. She did it on an unknown number, too, which looking back, I think is kind of weird.
TL:DR; I was fired from my job because issues with equipment that I had raised dozens and dozens of times over the course of nearly two years were ignored. Bookings started getting ruined, we were understaffed and customers were horrible to me, leading to my anxiety condition being triggered and having a panic attack on several occasions. On my last day, it was so bad I had to ask my manager to come in and I left. I was fired on the basis of being "too anxious", and I'm distraught. Does anyone have any advice?

The HRRFY.
It’s the horror movie festival where something genuinely fucked happens every year. And I mean every year.
Like, there are some screenings that unleash hordes of bats while the movie is playing. You're free to leave whenever you want, but the movie will still play for 2 hours and 15 minutes.
Other screenings hire actors to turn at you and scream at some point in the movie. You have no idea when, or how many times.
It's a festival where the word "illegal" can't even begin to describe what occurs. You'd only attend if you were a young, stupid edgelord like me who was trying to prove he was hardcore to his friends.
Trust me. DO NOT GO.
You have nothing to prove to anyone. Don't be stupid.
Wait for the lamer film versions to come out streaming. That's what everyone else does. They're neutered edits but they're fine.
All they lack is the real gleaming thing everyone wants to see at HRRFY, but who cares. At least you don’t get traumatized. At least you’re not risking your life.
Anyway, if you really want to know what attending HRRFY is like. I’ll be quick and summarize the one screening I went to. It was the 20th anniversary, and I was lucky enough to get in.
***
I had signed up for the HRRFY mailing list, and joined the subreddit. Through a series of cryptic online emails I solved a sequence of riddles and was entered in the lottery for a HRRFY entry.
Lady Luck took a shine to me, because one day in my mailbox, I received a physical ticket. I had done it.
I was going.
The actual ‘ticket’ was a black USB key that announced the location of the festival the night before (which I won’t disclose here) and it did force me to pay for a very expensive flight in order for me to make it on time.
You see, to prevent getting shut down, the location of HRRFY changes every year. Some years the local police have managed to stop it, but for the most part, authorities have given up. What’s the point of arresting or charging anyone, if all the organizers and attendees actually want to be there?
Upon arrival, I had to pick between three participating theaters.
Based on title alone, I decided to go see “Many Drownings” (directed by Oleksander Gołański.) It was in the theater that was furthest away from the downtown core, which meant it was likely the one where the craziest shit was bound to happen.
That’s what I came here for right?
I lined up a solid two hours before the screening like everyone else. The entire line was jittering, just vibrating with excited twenty-somethings. Rumors flew left and right.
“I heard they’re going to force everyone to take acid.”
“I heard an actor’s gonna run in and shotgun the ceiling.”
“I heard they’re going to disappear like four more people this year. At this screening!”
Each year people disappeared. And each year the same people were ‘found.’ And yes this is the worst part, and why should never, ever, ever go to this event.
Again I will repeat myself. DO NOT GO.
No one has ever truly gone 'missing' at HRRFY in any legal or physical sense, because every missing person always shows up a day later, convinced that they are fine—refusing to elaborate further.
There are some small support groups for people who have family members who had gone to HRRFY, and came back irrevocably changed after being ‘found.’
These few unlucky people lose all semblance of personality. They don’t want interviews, or help, or therapy, or contact of any kind. And they never, ever want to talk about what they saw.
Some HRRFY fans think that these ‘found’ people were body-snatched. Cloned in a lab or replaced by a cyborg, or something stupid like that.
But I think there’s a far simpler explanation. The ‘found’ are still the same people. They're just terrified. They got shaken by something that shattered the foundation of their mind, body and soul. They got too scared.
They got HRRFY’d.
***
I should mention I had a cough the day I went. And I was worried my sickly appearance might give me trouble at the airport.
So I invested in an intense double N95 mask which I wore for the whole flight, and continued to wear even at the screening of “Many Drownings.”
It made my face hot and uncomfortable, but it still didn’t stop me from yelling “excuse me, excuse me!” as I ran to snag a seat in the back of the theater.
I always preferred sitting in the far back. You get a good view of the whole screen, and a good view of the whole audience.
Beside me sat a big dude named Sylvester, who apparently flew all the way from Australia to attend HRRFY.
“Worth the full Seventeen hours mate! It’s gonna be epic!” he dropped a massive camping backpack beside me, which I assume contained all of his luggage.
The lights dimmed, and the production company logos started to play.
The whispering, giggling and suspense all stacked upon each other to create an electric feeling in the air. I was giddy. It's like the entire audience was embarking on a massive roller coaster.
The anticipation was the best part for sure. It might have been the only good part.
Then the movie started.
It was a wide shot of a gray, stormy sea. The waves were massive, and the thunderclouds were looming. There was no land visible in any direction.
All we could hear was the sound of waves foaming, swirling, and crashing over and over. Lightning crackled. Rain poured. The camera held perfectly still over this storm as if it was mounted on a perfectly hovering drone. A drone so resilient that it didn’t waver at all.
I thought it had to be CGI.
The shot held like this for the next few moments. Everyone sat glued to their seats. Everyone was thinking the same thing.
What’s going to happen? How are they going to scare us?
People chuckled. People cheered. People wanted to tease whatever was going to happen—to happen already.
But nothing did.
Five, ten, maybe fifteen minutes went by without any change. People started snoring.
I looked beside me and saw that Sylvester—the most excited audience member of them all—had fallen totally asleep. The jet lag must’ve gotten to him.
Then I peered beyond the rest of the audience members and saw other people snoozing too. Heads were keeled over, some people were curled in their seats, some had even spilled out into the aisle and were dozing on the floor.
I looked above the bright screen, at the huge vents in the corner of the theater. I saw a faint white gas emerging from the vents.
Holy shit. What have we been breathing? I tightened the straps on my N95 mask, and made my breathing shallower.
The gas must have been pumping since the opening credits—because how else would an audience of two hundred people all fall asleep?
As I moved my hand through the air in front of me, I could sense the thickness. It was definitely hazier than usual. I took the scarf off my neck and wrapped it around my mouth as well.
Then I spotted movement in front of the screen.
It was a tall blonde man, wearing a black trenchcoat and military-grade gas mask. Beside him arrived six hazmat suits who started pointing at various audience members.
I slunk in my chair, pretending to sleep like everyone else.
Two hazmats walked over to the front row and picked out a sleeping guy in flannel. They lifted flannel up, under the armpits and by his ankles, carrying him between them both like a hammock.
The hazmats walked back up to the stage, where the blonde leader inspected the flannel man and tapped his head. Something was approved?
The hazmats began to swing flannel back and forth, as if they were getting ready to toss him. Despite their masks, I could hear a very muffled, very distant countdown.
“Three…”
“Two…”
“One…”
The flannel audience member was tossed into the screen.
I literally watched him fly into the image of stormy waves … andfallinto them. The flannel man sank into the gray water like a rock, leaving a few bubbles and foam. A wave came crashing down. All trace of him was gone.
What the fuck.
All six hazmats began grabbing more audience members with much more urgency. It became a minute-long process where they would pick the sleeping person up, bring them beside the screen, and then swing-toss them into it.
How was this possible?
I turned slightly to see if there was a projector above me, and realized there was none. Which meant maybe there was no screen on stage.
Which meant … maybe it was a portal?
I tried to wake Sylvester by shaking him. I pinched his leg and arm a bunch.
He was out cold.
The hazmats started grabbing audience members from the middle rows now. They were emptying the whole theater. What the hell was I supposed to do?
I waited until they grabbed another batch, only a few rows down from me. When all hazmats had their backs turned—I broke into a run.
With my left arm, I tightly gripped my mask and scarf against my face, while my right arm vaulted me over seat after seat.
I had never breathed so hard—through so much fabric—in my life.
The hazmats all turned to me. “Hey! Hey!” But their hands were full with their next victims.
I ran all the way down the aisle, to the big exit sign on the left. My heartbeat filled my head. My plan was to dropkick through the exit door.
I imagined myself breaking through like some flying gazelle.
I jumped.
I angled my kick.
It might as well have been a brick wall. I fell ass-first to the ground, followed by my head. Of course the door was locked.
Through a muffled mask I heard a sneering scoff.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Above me stood the one wearing a trenchcoat. I could see his piercing gray eyes through his gas mask.
I rolled aside and tried to run by him. He lifted a foot and tripped me without effort.
My forehead bashed into an empty seat. It dazed me.
The blonde leader bent down and grabbed me by the neck, tearing away my scarf and mask.
“No! No!”
A sweet, ether-like smell filled my nostrils. I did my best to hold my breath, but I could already feel myself getting light-headed.
The other hazmats joined in, grabbing me from all sides. Even if I had the strength to struggle, there was no escape now.
Above me, all I could see was the dark theater ceiling, and some of the light behind me from the cinema screen.
“Three…”
“Two…”
“No. Please. Don’t do thi—”
SPLASH.
I was plunged deep into cold, wet chaos. My head was completely underwater.
Gagging. Bubbles. Spinning.
I fought for dear life, dog-paddling like a maniac.
Churning. Freezing. Panic.
For a second, my head popped above the water. I inhaled all the air my lungs could muster. I stared across a vast, violent ocean.
An enormous thirty foot wave came in my direction.
My whole body lifted higher and higher as the wave approached. I did my best to tread water. It seemed to be working.
Then a series of smaller waves arrived and smacked my chest.
SPLASH.
Spinning. Kicking. Flipping.
My view alternated between the pitch dark ocean beneath me, and the moonlit night sky above.
Again I swam to the surface, popped my head out. Ravenously sucked in air.
There was a small lull in the water.
Around me I now registered the other theater goers. Most of them were lying face-down or sinking … but a few were flapping about like me, fighting for their life.
And above all of us, a floating white shape.
It was painfully bright, I had to lift one hand to look at it.
My jaw dropped.
It was the movie screen, hanging completely still in the air. It showed a dark, empty theater. The exact same theater we all occupied moments ago.
It was tremendously high, above all of our heads. There was no way of reaching it.
Then I saw another thirty foot wave come our way. It grazed the bottom of the screen.
I knew what had to be done.
***
One of the theater goers happened to be on a college swim team. She was the first one able to traverse one of the giant waves and climb into the screen.
Once she was up there, she found a firehose in the theater and reeled it out to us like a rope.
One by one, we swam as hard as we could, praying to God we could reach the rope. Everyone’s energy was sapped. Your body can only sustain itself on adrenaline and fear for so long.
By some miracle, five of us got out.
I was the last.
I climbed the rope coughing and vomiting. I had swallowed so much water that my stomach felt swollen.
When I reached the top and they pulled me into the screen, I sobbed. I couldn’t stop crying.
My life had flashed countless times before my eyes. In bubbling, suffocating visions, I saw both my parents and my brother. I saw my highschool graduation. I saw my favorite Christmas from when I was six years old.
I had almost lost all of that. I had lost almost everything.
On the dirty, carpeted theater floor, I lay with my face down, savoring the fact that I now lay on a hard surface. God bless ground. God bless this filthy, popcorn-strewn ground.
Beside me I heard bantering, hugging, the wringing of wet clothes. Sylvester was the second last to be saved, and he was particularly vocal.
“Wooooooaaaaahh!” He came and drummed me on the back, lifted me up. “Oh my god dude! Holy shit!”
I sat on my knees, wiping the tears and snot off my mouth.
Sylvester clapped his hands, held his face and screamed some more.
“Holy shit dude! That was so fucking scary! Like literally people were dying beside us. Like I SAW people die!”
I nodded, shivering in my drenched clothes. “ I know it was—”
“—That was craaaaazy!”
He laughed and stood up, patting everyone on the back. He kept clapping his hands like this was some sports event.
“That was sick! That was siiiiiiiiick!”
He ruffled someone’s hair then ran up to me with an open palm.
“High five dude! WE MADE IT! High five!
“Don’t leave me hangin’ dude!”

This is going to be the last one that I had, and if one of them is not allowed as a Christian. then i’ll ask everyone “what mobile games can Christians play”?
Here’s the List:
KleptoCats: (Send your cat away to gather items to fill your room with amazing treasures. Collect hundreds of unique mischievous kitties, and watch as they decorate your home with unique collectibles from every corner of the world! Feed, wash, and pet your adorable PAW-rtners in crime to show your appreciation for their gifts!)
KleptoDogs: (Same as KleptoCats, but with dogs. And Unlock all the different breeds: pug, corgi, beagle, chihuahua, some sort of weird alien dog that shouldn't be that shade of radioactive green, etc. The list goes on. Feed them, play with them and even dress them in the cutest clothes. You'll have a blast hanging out with these puppy pals!!!)
Evolution Galaxy: (Different planets: combine mutant creatures in fox, rabbit and sloth-themed worlds, with more coming! Meet the gods: beings of galactic awesomeness are waiting to be discovered! Impostors: watch out for impostors trying to steal the spotlight from the creatures! Drag and drop similar creatures to create new mysterious mutants, Use creature eggs to earn coins, buy new creatures and make even more money. Alternatively, fiercely tap a creature to make coins pop from their eggs) (it’s like Pokémon, but you have to merge them to make them evolve)
Food Truck Pup: You can dress up the adorable pixel dogs, too. There's a Shiba Inu, a retriever, a beagle, and more. Work with the dogs to build a global crepe business. Use the money you earn to buy furniture and clothes, and decorate your crepe truck or cafe. Or maybe even Collect strawberries, bananas, and other crepe ingredients.)
Campfire Cat Cafe: (A purrfectly relaxing game! Start your cafe in the forest. Hire adorable cat staff. Cook delicious authentic foods from around the world! Attract and serve cute animal customers and laugh at their furry funny stories. Relax and earn tips as your kitten staff works while you're idle.)
Tiny Farm: (A heartwarming story with the talking sheep, Ben, Ren, Alfredo, and Amy! The unique Breeding System with Love Points. A combination of real life and fantasy! Various mystic animals. Darling designs and decorative structures mean your farm is unique and gorgeous. Enjoy a gardening life with fields, fishing boats, and squirrel's house! Visit your friend's farm to help out and share the love.)
I know it’s probably a long list but, you can read like one or two of them and say it in the comments about whether it’s a sin or not, if you want. I’m just saying that “maybe you don’t have to read the whole thing” just saying. Anyways, that’s the list for today.

I was bored, and took a look at this upcoming free agency class. We don’t have much money to work with as is, but here’s my list of possibly affordable targets. For this exercise, let’s just assume we don’t resign any of our current FA’s (PatBev, TyTy, Thanasis, Danilo, Jae, Beas).
PROBABLY OUT OF PRICE RANGE: Kelly Oubre Jr. (had a great year in Philly, became a starter after no one wanted to sign him last offseason)
DREAM ADDITIONS: Naji Marshall (great defensive wing but will likely have many interested parties)
De’Anthony Melton (defensive guard, PatBev replacement)
Nicolas Batum (playoff vet, great playoffs in Philly, can also play small-ball 5)
Gary Harris (starting quality 3+D two-guard)
Royce O’Neale (3+D wing shooter, playoff experienced role player)
MIGHT BE WORTH A LOOK: Kyle Anderson (may be pricey, unsure of fit)
Taurean Prince (inconsistent, but when he’s on he’s on)
Monte Morris (great floor general and midrange shooter, not sure I like having two defensive liabilities at the PG)
Justin Holiday (solid 3+D wing who just showed flashes in the playoffs in Denver)
Xavier Tillman (defensive bench big, extremely undersized at 6’7”)
DEFENSIVE GUARDS FOR THE MINIMUM: Delon Wright (who I hoped we got at the deadline before PatBev)
Dennis Smith Jr. (underrated defender with probably rated bounce)
Kris Dunn (increased his value, but could still be gotten at the minimum imo)
BENCH SHOOTING/SCORING: Alec Burks (maybe expensive after some impressive numbers on an injured Knicks)
Lonnie Walker IV (bucket, that’s all I got)
Doug McDermott (vet shooter with good length)
Svi Mykhailiuk (lights out shooter with length)
BUY LOWS: KJ Martin (decent defender and super athlete)
Lamar Stevens (decent defender, undersized 4)

Hello, I'm fairly new to MTG but have been having a blast playing commander with my friends. I apologize if this is the wrong sub to be asking for help, if so, could someone point me in the right direction? Anyway, I have been working on upgrading my Elf Deck but find that if a board wipe ever happens, I'm essentially done for. Any recommendations on how to help this issue? I'm very open to any criticisms or critiques to my deck. Below is my deck list. I plan on getting a [[Craterhoof Behemoth]] and [[Endurance]] sometime in the future along with upgrading my mana base. Also, if there are any suggestions to combos, please help me out! I made the [[Staff of Domination]] combo that I was somewhat proud of but then got roasted because "Staff of Domination combos with a ham sandwich" lol. Oh also, budget isn't too much a concern but I'll decide on a term by term basis.
Commander (1):
1 [[Lathril, Blade of the Elves]]
Creatures (38):
1 [[Sylvan Messenger]]
1 [[Dwynen, Gilt-Leaf Daen]]
1 [[Timberwatch Elf]]
1 [[Birds of Paradise]]
1 [[Elvish Rejuvenator]]
1 [[Farhaven Elf]]
1 [[Llanowar Tribe]]
1 [[Elvish Mystic]]
1 [[Reclamation Sage]]
1 [[Boreal Druid]]
1 [[Leaf-Crowned Visionary]]
1 [[Lys Alana Huntmaster]]
1 [[Imperious Perfect]]
1 [[Jagged-Scar Archers]]
1 [[Wolverine Riders]]
1 [[Skemfar Shadowsage]]
1 [[Ruthless Winnower]]
1 [[Marwyn, the Nurturer]]
1 [[Wirewood Channeler]]
1 [[Canopy Tactician]]
1 [[Glissa Sunslayer]]
1 [[Masked Admirers]]
1 [[Circle of Dreams Druid]]
1 [[Springbloom Druid]]
1 [[Golgari Findbroker]]
1 [[Elvish Archdruid]]
1 [[Harald, King of Skemfar]]
1 [[Poison-Tip Archer]]
1 [[Priest of Titania]]
1 [[Elderfang Ritualist]]
1 [[Voice of the Woods]]
1 [[Nullmage Shepherd]]
1 [[Miara, Thorn of the Glade]]
1 [[Llanowar Elves]]
1 [[Voice of Many]]
1 [[Beast Whisperer]]
1 [[End-Raze Forerunners]]
1 [[Wood Elves]]
Planeswalkers (1):
1 [[Freyalise, Llanowar's Fury]]
Artifacts (5):
1 [[Thought Vessel]]
1 [[Arcane Signet]]
1 [[Sol Ring]]
1 [[The Great Henge]]
1 [[Staff of Domination]]
Enchantments (5):
1 [[Pride of the Perfect]]
1 [[Binding the Old Gods]]
1 [[Elderfang Venom]]
1 [[Crown of Skemfar]]
1 [[Prowess of the Fair]]
Instants (5):
1 [[Putrefy]]
1 [[Poison the Cup]]
1 [[Tergrid's Shadow]]
1 [[Elven Ambush]]
1 [[Heroic Intervention]]
Sorceries (9):
1 [[Eyeblight Massacre]]
1 [[Return Upon the Tide]]
1 [[Casualties of War]]
1 [[Harvest Season]]
1 [[Pact of the Serpent]]
1 [[Natural Order]]
1 [[Glimpse of Nature]]
1 [[Ambition's Cost]]
1 [[Bounty of Skemfar]]
Lands (36):
1 [[Foul Orchard]]
1 [[Path of Ancestry]]
1 [[Jungle Hollow]]
1 [[Golgari Rot Farm]]
1 [[Myriad Landscape]]
1 [[Golgari Guildgate]]
1 [[Command Tower]]
13 [[Swamp]]
16 [[Forest]]
Thank you in advance for any help! Oh also, Why does the MTG community always put the name of cards in [[ ]] ? Is it just to show that "Hey this is a card and not just some words that are part of the sentence"?

First of all the goal of my post is not to give medical instructions/advice as I am not a Dr. In real life I am inquisitve and bold with a good sprinkle of geek.
The purpose of this post is to offer knowledge of a treatment that WILL be a bane to Big Pharma and a quality of life improvement and potentially a life line for millions. Big Pharma is attempting to backshelf this and it just won't happen as long as I have a say. Too my story....
Life was not kind to me in the 90's I was 24 and had a series of health and mental issues that led me to the heavy use of cocaine. I actually made the decision based on what was going on.
Eventually the problems were dealt with, however there was one thing that was stubborn . All that cocaine ruined my erections. As I know now cocaine is an irritant to the arteries.
First at the age of 30 it was easily treated with viagra most of the time just 50mg and I was good to go, slowly it became 75mg then 100mg at age 48.
That is when I introduce multiple doses and then even added Cialis to the mix and the effectiveness when down. However it was still good enough to get by..barely.
Fast forward to September 2019 . I first noticed I had a cough , no phlegm just a cough that would last anywhere from 5-30 seconds at a time. I am a person that normally hops out of bed and always have periods of intense workouts to keep my body good. In addition to the fatigue my memory started failing and I couldn't eat a satifying meal without feeling nauseous. It was so bad that I quit my brick and mortar job that I had and actually told a bartender that "I feel like I am dying" . Well after 6 weeks the major problems went away. it was a few months later that they annouced Covid and as the list of symptoms came in 6 months later I realized that is what I had.
So I was 52 very fit looking and could still pull very attractive people but could only perform 20% of the time with at least 3 medications. One day I met this absolutely gorgeous person and we tried, they were patient and my dick was just this cold shriveled mass. It was absolutely humiliating . In addition I started having prostate problems coupled with tingling and coldness in my right arm hand.
At the time the situation was so dire ... I love sex so to have issues even masturbating was crazy.
I then started looking at other ways to deal with the problem kegels (I have to admit they did improve things, but not nearly enough). I tried running (again a help but far from a marked improvement). Shockwave therapy (was on a board with other guys trying it ..expensive and barely any results for anyone).
At this point I knew this was heading to ED drug injection and then a penile implant. I started with research on an implant because I would rather be one and done...that was my logic til I started to read that I would never have a natural erection again.
I decided to give on last search on how to clear the arteries and up popped this NIH research paper on how HPBCD cleared arteries quickly. I read further and read how this MOM of 2 children with a disease called NPC or Nieman Pick disease came up with a treatment through use of a 40 year old substance that was used to distribute lipid based drugs. Then I came across an article how a millionare prevented his second bypass surgery by having his heart doctor administrate the molecule to him. After that is was a 3 month long search which included me finding the molecule on AMAZON..yes frickin Amazon way within my budget.. It seem to good to be true but I ordered some.
So then I made the enema and it was having some effect but I really wanted to test it out and have and have some kind of regimen to pass on if it actually worked.
So in the mist of this decision to go IV , I met this one gorgeous person. Passionate everything I wanted and again my dick was shriveled and cold. I got so desperate that I went upstairs and got a insulin need that I bought for my plan of IV usage ...loaded it with 3 a gram solution and injected it into my penile dorsal vein (I seriously want to warn anyone, I got lucky because if I hit the artery below the dorsal vein I would have probably been in a world of pain) .
What happened next was crazy in my mind , the next day my penis was absolutely noticeably harder. THIS SHIT WORKED.
I went into overdrive trying to figure out how to safely inject myself , so many hard to aquire medical things were bought...I was all in. Eventually I figured it out , studied and studied again the doses the percentage of clearance per gram.
I didn't notice for a bit but my prostatitis just simpley vanished, my cold and tingling arm/hand went away and never came back. My erections were very slowly getting better and then came the problems.
My kidneys were feeling the effects of me dosing hard and heavy for so long...I had to take a break from the traditional IV doses I was doing. My kidneys needed a break . My charts show that I went from 85 GFR to 62 GFR and that didn't feel good at all.
On my break I recalled one of the many articles I had read about HPBCD as a therapeutic and one came to mind... A researcher had mice that he manipulated to have a hind leg circulation deficency. He directly injected them to have a very quick cure with the molecule. My mind went back to that first desperate shot.
During my investigation on how to inject myself safely I read that the corpora cavernosa was a really easy injection site...
I put it off for awhile (I mean sticking a needle in your dick..shit is crazy). Eventually I made a promise I would return. I kept my promise in things took off. The first month was a whole year of regular IV in terms of improvement .
I am 5 month in ...have incorporated cock rings an tourniquets and my results are undeniably great. My kidney number have improved so I am all in with results coming in weeks instead of months . I do beleive using the tourniquets have created a space of cholesterol depletion which the whole mechanism of cholesterol transport draws from the closest arteries.
I wrote a lot and sorry for any misspellings.
This is my story 56 performing like I am 28.

read a lot of posts on here about background check companies finding employment history. How do they do it? If they have your SSN can they just plug that in and a list shows up? Do they have access to tax records? If that’s how they do it, can they only verify through the previous year (like if they ran a check today they could only verify through 2023)? Sorry for so many questions. I’m curious how they do it!