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Random had stood and made his case before the Northern Court of the Arch Fey https://www.reddit.com/wizardposting/comments/1cjo6ct/polar_polis_post_before_the_northern_court_of_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button and it had gone... well?
He had dealed and bargained, tricked and charmed, willed and won a place for human nature among the spirits of the frozen top of the world. At one point, he'd used a small trick he'd learned from a game to create tiny auroras and used his knowledge of the cosmos to convince the arch fey of the north that he was the regent of Polaris, come to bridge the elemental metals of the deep Earth with the stars. It had technically been a lie, but they'd bought it.
Still, there was a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach that told him that this was not over yet, and almost as soon as he had the thought, he woke in the mountain cave he'd wandered to in order to seek out the Fay, with a splitting headache, short of breath. By the faint embers left in the dark cave, he could see the snow had pilled up in front of the cave entrance and the room had filled with smoke from the fire while he meditated.
*crap*
He tried standing up to get over to the entrance as fast as possible. Immediately, his vision blossomed into blooms of pain and he had to still himself.
Ok. Bad idea. That was absolutely horrible.
Slowly then.
On hands and knees he struggled forward, low to the ground, trying to control his increasingly urge-driven gasping breathing, as if through a house on fire. Reaching the snow-covered entrance, he tried to melt it with a simple thermal spell from his fingers... to find that nothing at all had happened. His magic was simply gone. Without breath, he could neither maintain concentration nor incant words of power upon the world.
But he could dig.
And crawl.
And try to tunnel with his arms outstretched.
Utill a numb purple hand, and then an arm, and a shoulder and a head and a body emerged into the freezing dark night air, which cut into his lungs like shards of ice. But he was alive.
And as breath slowly returned to him, after an hour or so of lying exhausted, completely spent in his vaguely warm cloak on the terribly cold, empty snowy plain, he realized something strange...
But he wasn't really sure what it was at first.
And then he noticed:
He was looking up at the sky.
And the strange thing was that the sky seemed to be looking down at him, Polaris ever so slightly above the center of his vision.
And just as he noticed this, as if in answer, it burst into aurora brighter than any he had ever seen.
And then he noticed something else, perhaps the oddest thing of all:
His own arm, outstretched, the five points of his fingers reaching out on their own and casting the colors into the sky.
"huh... that's... really cool."
And then he fell unconscious.
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A day later, a search party that had set out to find him and followed the aurora to the mountains north of cosmopolis found his body, cold and frostbitten, but alive. They brought him back and placed him in a hot spring to recover.

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Long story, please bear with me because I want advice. May 19th was my 20th birthday. I wanted to go to Seattle and spend the day up there with my boyfriend (We’ll call him mark) and some friends. Anyway, we only had one set plan for the morning, and then the rest of the day was just exploring and doing whatever looked interesting. Anyways, I sent mark the link to a cafe in Seattle I wanted to go to so we could book reservations. He asked me what time I wanted it to be for and I said 10am, since the only times left were 9am, 10am, and 3pm. I told him 10am worked the best prior to him asking because our friends had to leave around 3pm for work. Anyway, when I replied, he had already made the reservations for 9am. He said “too late, it’s for 9”. Seattle is an hour and a half away from us so I was upset because I didn’t want to wake up that early. But I let it go and told him thanks for making the reservations because I chose to look at it at a positive way. Being there at 9am gave us all more time to be in Seattle.
Anyways, morning comes around, and my friend (We’ll call her Maria) texts me and asks if me and mark would like to meet up with her and her boyfriend zane at 7:45 at a local store. This was a plan made just that morning, but regardless nobody would have to wake up earlier to meet up with anyone. As time goes by I know my boyfriend isn’t awake because he hasn’t texted me, which he usually does. And I was alerted his phone was dead on Life360. I tell Maria we can’t meet them but we’ll see them at the cafe in Seattle. I drive all the way to marks to wake him up. Long story short I had to knock on his window because the back door was locked, which it NEVER is. Anyway i look in the window and his stepbrother wakes up from my knocking. For context marks stepbrother spends some weekends at marks house, they share a room. Mark opens the door and I follow mark to his bedroom door and I just say “Hey I’m sorry I woke you up”. I had no idea his stepbrother was there because his car wasn’t parked outside. He just says “kill yourself” in a super annoyed tone.
I was already kind of emotional that morning, because I took offense that my boyfriend didn’t wake up on my birthday and I had to come wake him up last minute. So the “kys” comment got to me, even though I’m good at taking jokes. Fast forward to the drive there, my boyfriend was buttering me up, which is super rare. He just took my hand in his and wished me a happy birthday and apologized for waking up late and kept telling me he loved me a lot. Anyway, the day kind of went downhill after the cafe. All of us were walking all around Seattle, and 90% of the time my boyfriend was walking ahead of me. Again for some context, my left leg is two inches shorter than my right, so lots of walking hurts my hips and makes me walk slower. My friend Maria noticed and would walk with me but after I would get back with my boyfriend and Maria with hers, I would fall back again. I said “Babe can you walk a little slower? Because my leg?” To which he replied “I’m trying to catch up with Maria and Zane. Also, every time we walk together you always fall behind anyways.” Also, he wouldn’t hold my hand. I saw how Zane held Maria and put his arm around her or his hand on her waist and mark maybe held my hand in 30 second intervals.
Anyway, nearing the end of the story, after we drive home, my friend comes over and drops off the presets she got me. It’s 5pm at this point and I still wanted to go home and spend my birthday with my parents. Birthdays have always made me feel a bit awkward because I’m not a fan of opening gifts while people are watching, I feel guilty for some reason haha, or like I’m spoiled. Anyways, I was looking forward to the gift my boyfriend mark got me the most, because a few days prior he told me he was leaving to buy me stuff. Anyways, I hated to ask mark this, but I was about to go home so I said “Can I have my gift now?”. He said “Seattle was your gift, it was expensive and you’re an expensive person.” He was smiling while saying this, so he was half joking, but I was a little taken aback. I didn’t wanna seem like a spoiled brat so I played off the awkwardness by saying “Oh ok, didn’t you say you went to the store though?” He said “Yeah but they couldn’t do what I wanted that day and I didn’t feel like going back any of the other days.” I said “Oh alright well are you going to get it?” His response was “Probably not.” I played it off really well, I wasn’t showing that I was upset in anyway really, I just got a quieter, because I really didn’t want to seem like a spoiled brat.
Also, on Saturday, the day before my birthday, my boyfriend mark went fishing with his friend and spent over 100 dollars on equipment and a fishing license. Saturday night was a bbq at his friends house and I attended. While all of us (friends and such) were sitting in the living room I told mark that we had two options for dinner, he interrupted me mid sentence and said in front of everyone “I’m not sure how much you’re expecting me to spend but it’s not much.” Again, I played it off, and said “alright well that’s okay I was just letting you know.” My boyfriend is an electrician and makes (I think) either 23 or 24 an hour. I feel like he shouldn’t have said that in front of everyone. It was indecent. Also, I heard from my friend (the one who dropped off the gifts) that when all of the boys were outside my boyfriend was complaining about how much he’s gonna have to spend on me, to which her boyfriend responded “dude it’s her fucking birthday shut the hell up.” Also, I’m sure other Washingtonians know that pikes place has a huge variety of flowers. It was my first time there, and I got excited and said “ooh I want flowers!” My boyfriend sighed and his friend Zane said “dude it’s her birthday you got that”. He in fact did not have that. I didn’t get flowers hahaha
Anyways, I was quiet a few minutes before I left. I asked if he wanted to come over for cake with my family. To which he responded “I mean I could.” I just left. 2 minutes away from my house, he called me and said he’d be over in an hour with gifts. Now this part makes me feel the absolute worst, because I don’t wanna sound ungrateful at all, but I saw on Life360 that he went to goodwill, I think a rite aid and a dollar tree for my gifts. This made me sad because I didn’t want a sympathy gift, especially one that wasn’t thought out at all. But when I got it I smiled and kept saying appreciative things. Like for example, he got me a book that says “100 things to do in Tacoma.” I told him “this helps a lot actually because I never know what to do thank you babe!” . I am grateful , I’m grateful that he still made an effort after I was sad, and I really do like the gifts he got me, because they weren’t bad. Just not thought out at all. Anyway he ate a slice of cake and left after that. I was talking to my friends about how sad I was about the day, especially because I cried on my birthday. Am I the asshole for talking to my friends about how upset I was about the gifts and the day in general?

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Platform(s): Windows (can't remember if it was on Epic or Steam)
Genre: single-player, 2-d, decision-making, kinda survival because of the decision-making, day-to-day living.
Estimated year of release: At least older than 2021-2022
Graphics/art style: It seemed more hand-drawn sketch but realistic. It was about surviving day to day so it had a depressing vibe kinda gray.
Notable characters: The hotel lady you would walk to the hotel at the end of the day to buy a night to stay
Notable gameplay mechanics:
You use wasd to walk around you slow down if tired
Have to make sure you have enough money for food and a place to stay at end of day.
You have to deal with conserving energy. If you are feeling depressed or bored there was a park you could walk to.
You have to decide if you want to rent a hotel room or not.
You go to a bulletin board and hope there was a job for the day.
One of the jobs was at a construction site you had to move certain amount of cinderblocks to the other side.
There was a map. but it was cut into sections so you walk off screen and it loads. I remember walking to the work site.
After conversations you click on what you think is best
If you get too exhausted or maybe cant afford next days food then game over.
Other details: it was a demo I played
Im sorry if I did a bad job with the temple. I understand its a hard a vague description

I want to write this here since I'm a fan and to get some advice since my post keeps getting removed from other subs. I came home about 5 months ago after deciding that I wanted to take a break from college because of burnout. I had been begging my father to send me back to our home country to refresh and get back to school, and about a month ago, he agreed because he had been wanting to go to the doctor where there isn't as long a wait to get a consultation as it is here so we went together. Unfortunately, he had to go back to the U.S. about a week later since the doctor told him his condition was severe and that he needed to get further tested since they didn't have that kind of equipment and especially not for cheap as our home country is a 3rd world country, we have a healthcare plan in the U.S. that covers most things anyway. Not even a couple hours later after he landed, we got the news that he had colon cancer and that he had to go into surgery in a couple of days.
My family all collectively decided that because I wasn't "doing anything" and because my mom didn't want to put in the effort of learning how to take public transport even though she's lived here for 5 years, I was the one who had to take care of my dad. They flew me back the next day. When I landed, I didn't even have time to rest after traveling internationally with our suitcases. I was pretty much told by my grandmother to get food ordered and head straight to the hospital to take care of my dad, and I did. In a way, I was happy that I was finally being helpful to my parents. My dad was in the hospital for about 10 days. For those 10 days, I fell asleep by his side in a chair almost every day, calling and texting family to update them on his condition; every few hours, the nurses and doctors would come in to give him meds and talk to him. I would pretty much be awake for all those days with only a couple of hours of sleep as I would be the one to have to translate for him and to tell them of any questions he may have. I only left the hospital to take public transport for an hour and return home to shower. But honestly, that wasn't hard at all; it was the way that my family and even my father would talk about me that made me depressed.
My aunt slashed out at me because I called my other aunt a shared Uber from the hospital to her house to not spend a lot of money; she called me a penny pincher and said that I put her in danger by doing that at night, but she later apologized. My father would call me useless and tell me that I was worth nothing and that I might as well stay home because I was doing nothing to support him. This triggered me as my mom had been telling me that stuff my entire life, and hearing it from my father made me feel like those words were true. I tried to push it aside and forget about it; I knew that he was just probably easily agitated at the hospital because of all the medicine and needles and having his surgery pushed back. But his behavior hasn't changed; if anything, he became more hateful towards me.
A couple of days ago, I woke up to them and my grandmother talking in the living room and calling me all types of things. Useless, worth nothing, unhelpful, berating my entire existence just because I couldn't get on the line with my father's doctors to make his appointments due to the lines were always busy saying that I couldn't even do that. After they changed the topic, I went out pretending to have just woken up and called the doctors in front of them. I was finally connected with the doctors and got the appointments for him. My grandmother thanked me and told me that I was so helpful for doing all of this and being the backbone of the family through this challenging situation at such a young age. Honestly, I couldn't even look at her, knowing she could say that not even an hour after she talked behind my back, criticizing me. I wasn't surprised that my mom was in on it, but so was the aunt I mentioned before, my grandmother, and my father. Some days after that, I accompanied my father to one of his appointments again to translate for him, and after I relayed the fact that my father needed chemo to my family, they all got angry at me for saying that even though that was what the doctor had told me point blank. They contacted a family friend who works at the hospital to ask him if this was true, and he said that it was, but it was likely only to be preventive. They never apologized for questioning me and calling me a liar, even though what I said was precisely what the doctor had told me. I mean, I'm 18; I don't think I'm supposed to have the medical knowledge to know what type of chemo a patient needs.
I thought I could get over this entire situation since this is stuff that I have had to deal with my whole life from my mother but to hear those exact words from my father and my other closely related family is making me fall into crippling depression again. To listen to those things from people I thought cared about me and wanted to watch me succeed to find out this is what they really think about me. He was supposed to be my good parent. I don't know what to do anymore nowadays. Even getting up from my bed to use the bathroom seems like a chore. I've just slammed my mind with media every waking hour so that I don't think about it anymore, but the words they said are always looming at the back of my mind.

Hi all! I wanted to share a funny series of events from me and my friend's DnD campaign. We're a good sized group; seven in total (including the DM). We've just finished our 8th session and we're playing through the Curse of Strahd.
None of us have played through a whole campaign before and only three of us have played some form of Dnd, being the DM, me (Elven FighteRogue) and our Tiefling Paladin (who is obsessed with BG3).
It was our third session and we'd been exploring the "Death House", though we decided to explore it in the most awkward. Way. Possible. Much to our DM's frustration.
First thing we did was go all the way upstairs.
For some character context, my character is from a noble family and the other players don't actually know his specific race, other than the Paladin and Bard, a Goblin-raised Human (who is my character's rival/love interest) as we have made some above-table plans.
Anyway, my character was the first to climb the stairs. The Bard decided to push my character out of the way so he could get there first, and my character pushed back because he's not gonna take that. This resulted in the two scuffling on the stairs until the Paladin pushed past them, with the Dragonborn Ranger and Gobin Cleric following close behind.
(This was before our sixth party member's first session.)
My character decided it's not worth it and went back downstairs.
The rest of the party got to the third floor, and found a suit of armour, when the Paladin brushed off some dust. This triggered combat that we were very unprepared for, and the Bard shrieked, which brought my character back upstairs in time to perform a sneak attack.
After we somehow survived the fight, we went back downstairs to the ground floor. We destroyed the cupboard with the health potions we were meant to find earlier (we smashed half of them) and I tried to take all three crossbows that were available even though my character could not carry one of them, largely just because OOC I didn't want the Paladin's player to get them for a platonic sibling rivalry reason, which led to the events that happened later on in the next session.
We eventually made it to the attic, somehow bypassing all the lore the DM had planned, and reached the basement without exploring the first or second floors.
We made it to the servants' quarters in the basement where we met our sixth party member (a Human Warlock), who hadn't played before and stayed quiet for most of the session. My character and hers only said their names to each other.
The Paladin, Bard and I went searching for loot in separate rooms while the Ranger and Cleric decided to check out the well. The Ranger was able to get the bucket off the pulley, and the Cleric volunteered to sit in it and be sent down. The DM kept trying to take their attention away from the well, but the Ranger's player accused her of keeping secrets and continued to send the Cleric down. The DM was sort of laugh-crying at this point.
Meanwhile, my character was searching through chests in the bedrooms. I found a coin pouch made of human skin, and the Paladin decided to grab him and started to DRAG him TO THE WELL. Obviously, I started to panic. I made a strength check to try and wriggle my way out, but the Bard decided TO HELP HER. So I failed my strength check. I tried again, but ended up failing that too, even without the Bard's interference. I tried to persuade the Paladin to let my character go, when the Cleric, who was already halfway down the well at this point, decided to yell up "I'll wave at you on your way down!"
At this point, my voice had gone up three octaves and I was actively trying to keep my guy alive and stay in character while I did it, which was hard bc I hadn't entirely figured him out yet, and also because the Paladin was trying to THROW HIM IN A WELL.
Eventually, I offered to pay her to NOT throw me in a well, to which she stopped and said "Give me the skin pouch."
For some reason. That sibling rivalry came back.
Instead of just giving it to her, I refused and she started dragging me to the well again. I freaked out again and started pleading with her, which she refused. The Bard and Ranger both told me to just give it to her. The Paladin reaches to pick my character up and I quickly changed my mind and said I'd give it to her, but asked if we could split the coin inside it.
I genuinely do not know why I did that.
She stopped and with a straight face said "Oh yeah, I don't care about the money, I just want the pouch."
My jaw dropped. Both me and my character yelled "That's all you wanted? The skin pouch!?" and she just replied "yeah, it's human skin?" like it was an obvious thing to want.
I gave it to her empty, while the Bard called me a rich boy or something, and my character kind of just collapsed from the stress.
The Cleric came back out of the well in a bucket full of "Goblin water", which he then tried to throw on my character. I dodged it, but the Bard saw that there was some left and successfully drenched my poor FighteRogue.
The Warlock then decided she wanted to try dry him.
So she hits with him Eldritch Blast.
Obviously, that's not how that works, so my poor, stressed, drenched Elf is not only mildly scared of the Paladin, but now also the Warlock, and is now hurt (I took 9 hit points).
We spent an hour at that well. The session ended about ten minutes later after fighting, killing and then havesting a Grick. (The Paladin ate the Grick meat next session and got poisoned, despite having normal rations. But not before she tried to keep said Grick as a pet.)
The sessions since have been the same level of chaos, but we're all clearly more comfortable with our characters so it's far more consistent. Hope you enjoyed this retelling as much as I have. I'm going to finish drawing up the comic of our game at some point so I'll hopefully have more wacky adventures to share.

Hello, here I am once again! First ever Fan-Fic.
Last week I opened a poll about the type of Fan-Fic I should write (or try to), and after a good 4 days I took a look at said poll, and the overwhelming majority went for Option 2. And so I shall try my hardest to deliver, and give you all a story about Humanity entering on the Galactic stage later and being more prepared for eventual hostile encounters, and acting as such.
Let's see what I can cook up in my tired state- Some creative liberties are to be expected.
Still thinking of a Title- but this is the one I came up with.
... Also consider this a proof of concept for now, a WIP if you will, as I'm still new to writing (and not a native English speaker either) and wanting to learn as much as possible while writing anything at all- so expect word vomit. Any and all feedback will be welcomed.
Lastly, all love to for having made such an amazing universe.
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Memory Transcription Subject: N/A, AI Communications Unit Terminal, UN-HQ.
Date [Standardized Human Time]: January 1st, 2300, 00:00
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Memory Transcription Subject: N/A, Terminal Deactivated.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Alan Voor-hein, UN Secretary-General.
Date [Standardized Human Time]: January 1st, 2300, 11:00
It has finally happened. A fellow space-faring civilization has been found, something we thought would happen one day- Never in my 40 years would I have guessed it would happen in my lifetime. But I guess that is the thought process for everyone who are now involved.
I had gotten the first message out of anyone. It was now up to me to head to the HQ and get everything ready for the Emergency meeting. We'll have to "discuss" our next course of action on this situation. And I use the term "discuss" lightly, because there is not a lot to discuss, rather there is much to think about as a potential next step. I'll be having these discussions with our diplomatic and military advisors. Civil advisors will be left out, as to not make the public aware of this discovery ...at least, not yet.
I have an hour to get everything ready... and I still need to travel 20 minutes to get there. Luckily I have my own companion who can be my chauffeur- who is always ready at a moments notice, essentially 24/7.
I was speed-walking.. or speedily descending more like it, down the stairs of my house. ...Don't ask me what I was doing upstairs. My hastiness almost caused me to trip while going down the stairs because I was in a such rush to get outside, I did not have a lot of time on my hands.
After reaching the ground-floor I sped-walked past the kitchen, and I took a second to contemplate about taking a quick bite from a snack, but I decided against it. After-all, I could eat at the HQ... not that I'd have the time too, but at least I could give it a shot if I arrive in time.
As my journey to the front door continued, I was met with a familiar face- namely Heluni. Heluni is my Android companion. Android technology has gotten far over the last few decades, and Androids have become more Human than ever before.
"Good morning Alan!" Heluni spoke up, her voice as smooth as the calmest oceans. I looked towards her, and greeted her in return.
"Morning Heluni- Sorry to be a bother, but I gotta use your driving expertise again today. Emergency UN meeting. It's at 12, but I would like to be there as quickly as possible. Can you do that for me?"
"Of course I can, sir. Right this way." She led the way, opening the front door, waiting on me to follow behind her. I took my place behind her as she led me towards our car that was parked outside. A classic unmarked "not noticeable" vehicle, one everyone knows screams "here is someone important" but no one seems to care about in their daily life.
And like always when walking outside, my mind wandered to the flowing shoulder long hair Heluni has, her hair was always a beautiful sight to behold. How she- an Android- managed to have the hair of a Goddess remains a mystery to me. But I learned to never question our technological prowess.
Before I knew it, I was standing next to the car, Heluni having already taken the drivers seat. I took my seat in the back. And before I even sat down, Heluni look back at me. "Ready sir?"
"Floor it." was the only thing I responded with.. and Heluni took off like it was the end of the world.
... And I'm suddenly reminded why I only used her driving skills in Emergencies. This type of driving is gonna make me sick- but it's to late now, I suppose. I gazed down to my watch, and it's 11:15. If Heluni keeps driving like this, we'll be there in about 10 minutes.
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I'm just gonna try and keep myself calm, as to not make myself sick with Heluni her driving.
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We drove through the city towards the UN Headquarters. Heluni was cutting through the traffic wherever she could- you'd think we would get pulled over. But the only reason we never were, was because the only symbol on this car (to at least mark it somewhat) was that the UN symbol was put in place of the car-manufacturer logo. Any officer knew that, if a UN car was speeding like this, there was something going on.
But since I still did not want the public to know about the discovery made earlier today, I'd have to come up with some excuse for this... I think I'll wave it off as a training exercise for my Android.
Noticing that I was rather quiet, Heluni chirped up. "Sir, is everything okay?"
"Hm? .. Oh yeah, just thinking about stuff. Don't worry about it."
"Sir, is it about the upcoming meeting? What is it about?"
"..Heluni, that's confidential information-"
"I know sir, but perhaps.. whatever it will be about, is making you nervous?"
... Am I nervous? I don't think I am- maybe subconsciously I am??
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"Well, I can say it's something I have never planned on doing."
"Is it bad?" Heluni asked me, trying to inquire more out of me.
"Depends on future circumstances...."
"Will I be allowed to know more about this meeting?"
"One day you will, Heluni. But for now, that's gonna be a negative."
"I understand, Sir."
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For the rest of our journey, no words were spoken. I was deep in thought again. Like.. what does this mean for my career? I will be the first leader in UN history who may lay the ground-works for an eventual "First Contact" between Humans and an Alien species.
I'm nervous thinking ahead that far, for all we know, they are those type of Alien we have seen in pop-culture. Either fun and loving, or utterly ruthless and genocidal. What would they think of us? ... What will we think of them? Is there a potential for a future war?
We have that last one covered at least. Humans being Humans and all- we already have a decent Space going fleet of roughly 8000 ships of various sizes. ... Just in case a Colony gets any funny ideas with their local security forces. But now knowing we might have to face off against Aliens as well, I think it's about time to ramp up the ship production tenfold.
More importantly, we have to spy on them. Luckily that probe we sent is close to their planet, so we'll just use that for any surveillance and intelligence..
My thoughts were shaken back into reality from plausible scenarios once we took a tight corner a little too fast- but before I could scold Heluni for it, there it was, the UN-HQ in the distance. A few more minutes, and we'll be there.
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There we have it! I think I did well in my tired state for this first part. I'll keep looking through the text itself from time to time. So if any feedback, grammar, etc, is thrown my way. I can implement them right away.
I hope this is setting a decent stage for what's to come. Hope you had fun reading this!
For now, Imma chill with some music.

Hi I just finished building a open case setup to test my pc and upon starting it the gpu won't post.
It receives power but no display output and the vga light is red on the mb. The Relevant specs are here: 7800x3d X670 Gigabyte gaming x ax v2 mb Gigabyte 4070 super gaming oc.
Upon first starts a few things happened: -> Gigabyte logo lit up -> Fans did not start -> No display output -> vga light is red. On second start the same thing repeated however the fans and it's rgb came on with no output but the gpu was clearly producing heat this time.
When putting together the pc I had already ensured the display port cable was plugged into the gpu and monitor and already tried numerous times to reseat the gpu and ensure its power connector is properly equipped. I also tried every display port available and even the hdmi port and swapping the gpu to a lesser pcie slot. All this was done to no avail and it shoild be especially noted that after the second boot the fans and rgb never came on and the gpu never produced heat again.
Since this is a first build I also removed the gpu and connected a hdmi cable to the motherboard and the pc posted and went into bios effectively confirming all other parts worked.
Any ideas to test or change anything. The list of things here I did should be exhaustive, so anything in regards to bios, different installation or otherwise should be considered and not attempted. Thanks!

I realize there are lot more things to try out then just play only sorceress every season, but that is what I do, until I am done. I always think to myself that if I like it, then I will try out other classes more than just what I had experienced during the beta, but I never get to that point.
In short,
positives :

• I have noticed much better performance which is the biggest plus for me
• Codex - great rework, although I am still not a fan of the system itself, because legendary items are really not legendary as they do not represent anything unique or special about them
• Masterworking - much better version of previous 5/5 blacksmith upgrades
• Helltides - better collection radius of cinders, mob density, more random spawns, threat level system
• Town adjustements - movement, vendor placement (I never minded this, but obvioulsy now it saves time)
• Tormented bosses - didn't get to them, but I like the idea of something player can work towards
• Tempering - I like this addition very much, but it brings problems with it. Most interesting are "secondary" effects such as chance to freeze, immobilize etc. which can diverse your build and allow it to function in a different way
• Monster highlights - undermines a little the art direction the game took, but it helps
• Visual clarity - not getting my screen covered with Necromancer's mud anymore is a great change
• NMD - affix changes

negatives : (not necessarily related to season)

• Tempering -
  • presented to us as a feature where we make choice to further customize our build and make it specialized in some way. That is the impression I got from campfire chat, but not from what I have seen in the game. In the game I see one option which is the best, second best and that's about it.
  • giving players tools to feel more powerful is understandable, but tempering effects together with masterwork are so strong that it makes most unique items (for sorc at least) unusable.
• Rare and lower quality items - maybe I am just missing something but I didn't find any use for them
• Chat -
  • I want to talk to people, ask questions or just read what people say
  • Finding a group for Duriel is almost impossible. Not finding a group and doing the boss solo makes no sense when I get 1/4 the reward from it. I will rather let those materials sink into the abyss of Eternal Realm than use them inefficiently
• Leveling -
  • it is so fast now that it definitely doesn't feel like a journey or something meaningful. I am getting D3 vibes and considering an upcoming DLC I don't see it changing the other direction. It's only going to speed up even more
  • on the brightside, apart from collecting a few aspects, there is nothing I can get during the leveling so better just get through it quickly
• Seasonal rewards - I have used one item (aspect) from all the rewards so I feel like the intention of giving us tools for specific builds is missing its mark. Even if I got useful item, it would be replaced during the leveling so fast that I don't see the point. And later on at a higher level, you don't need it, because you have everything and uniques are weaker than legendaries.
• Skill tree - is in my eyes the weakest point of Diablo. I could talk about each individual skill point and say what's wrong with it, but I want to keep it simple. One good example are final sorceress talents. They got so specific that there is no choice to be made. And if I play burning then I get 20[x] burning damage +2[x] per unique source of burning. So am I supposed stop for a second to summon hydra which then might hit one of many targets to which it adds 2[x] dmg? Or am I supposed to use firebolt as an enchantment slot? Or does it benefit just from multiple firewalls. I don't understand
• Paragon board & glyphs -
  • Now that tempering effects are so strong, glyphs along with paragon points / nodes got that much weaker. It almost doesn't matter what you pick there as long as you use 6 glyphs with active bonus effects. Interesting is that with rare glyphs being much weaker, magic glyph Slayer (damage to elites) can be used now
• Open world & Level Scaling - This might be one of those moments where you would say "you think you do, but you don't". But I would rather have places with locked difficulty.

Bugs -

• Force move doesn't work while channeling incinerate. I have to let go of both keys to press force move key again for it to work. Imo Force move should override everything and if there are any settings for it in game options, it should be set by default
• Flame shield enchantement should activate only upon recieving fatal damage but I think it activates everytime I lose 100% life in total. I am basing this on my feeling and observation. I did not care enough to test it

Final thoughts -

• Itemization - fundamentals are the same as they were
• When I play this game and there is a problem I want to overcome it by looking for a solution, but there usually is very little room for it. It feels like all is given with not much choice to be had. I don't use guides because I never needed to. I am not a youtube guide gamer. I am the gamer. My math skills are good and I want to use my brain and think about what is or isn't possible. To have something to think about when I am not playing. That is when I have fun.
• The paragraph above (planning and figuring stuff out) along with a good execution creates a challenge for me. Not infinite Pit /GR levels. That is grind
• I realize that what I want varies from what majority wants, but that is ok.

Still, S4 is overall a very good change. Best so far

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/why-is-that-too-much-to-ask/id354082588?i=1000656236098
Not much of interest in this one. No Adam talk or unpacking talk.
6 - Lynette's GF Dawn at Vegas and they hung out. Dawn owns a cemetery. These genesis, talk about it. Lynette says she works a lot. Dawn has "an impacted assfull" of the cemetery and wants to sell it. They talk about what happens when you run out of plots.
12 - They talk about Dawn being addicted to gambling.
12:40 - Lynette runs into a FCOL fan while waiting to play craps.
13:55 - Mike was there with Lynette
14:20 - Running into a fan was the highlight of her vacation...Doesn't one need a job to go on vacation?
15:06 - She complains about $25 at the craps table.
Lot's of craps talk. Lynette was on a roll. $300 -> $4k
27:50 - Lynette takes Mike shopping.
28:10 - Lynette, of course, watches a a movie in her room with her friends.
28:30 - Pearl Jam was good.
31:40 - Lynette sets Mike up with hookers. Hookers drank for free at their cabana.
41 - Sonny went with his friends (no women) to prom. He complained that prom didn't serve dinner.
43 - Lynette meets her daughter's BF's mom at a parent party, because neither can goto a party alone.
48 - Lynette talks about the car accident of the kids that goto the twins school
54 - Lynette went to random house when she was a teenager to get high

The night was bone-chillingly cold. The slightest whisper of a breeze nipped at my exposed ears and drafted unpleasantly within my overly large winter coat. The black, barren trees stood unmoving like sentinels bearing ominously down upon either side of the sleet-slick street, which was lit only by dim street lamps that, other than creating a dull yellow reflection on the otherwise unlit pavement, seemed to do nothing against the oppressing dark of this fateful December night.
I had passed through a wrought iron gate twenty minutes before, the gate that separated a cozy subdivision from this eerie, undeveloped stretch of road that seemed to be dropped in the middle of the forest. I could think only of my warm, lively hearth and a nice, hot cup of tea between my palms, which now, instead of being pressed against warm porcelain, were being stabbed by my untrimmed fingernails as I tightened my fist onto the leash and plunged the other still deeper into my coat.
This night was the culmination of weeks of investigation on a missing person’s case turned sour. A man named Arthur Smith had reported his four daughters missing, then hung himself three days later when we couldn’t find anything. Oddly, Arthur’s body went missing from the morgue shortly after. The only trace left was an incredible amount of flies, and we were displeased to see that every drawer was leaking a mixture of blood and embalming fluid because the refrigerant pipes burst. When we opened them up, the neck of every corpse had been slit.
Eventually, through good detective work, we were able to connect some dots, and that led us to where we were now: We were now on a manhunt for a suspect that was last seen at a gas station about a mile up the road, not two hours earlier. We checked a network of cameras to see that he had headed for the woods, grabbed the hounds, and here we were.
My colleagues and I were spread around in different parts of the forest with the police force’s seven bloodhounds. I got stuck with Old Ben, the force’s droopiest and most seasoned canine. He was partially blind and notorious for not obeying commands. He didn’t even respond to a dog whistle, which was why some of my colleagues thought his hearing was shot. I doubted this theory, though, because sure enough, when somebody whispered the word “biscuit,” Old Benny perked up and started wagging his tail.
Another ten minutes found Old Benny and I at the end of the once seemingly endless street, with the streetlamps and pavement stopping abruptly at the edge of the woods, which had not entirely swallowed up a bulldozer. Old Ben stopped and sniffed the air for a moment, then plunged down a path in the woods to our right. It was a dirt path, not two feet wide, overgrown and partially washed out, making it an unpleasant and muddy journey from here on out.
…
My flashlight was now the only source of light illuminating our way. Its beam slid over roots and rocks that jutted out of the path at odd angles and briefly swept over the nearest trees, bringing them out of the shadow for a moment. I felt claustrophobic as they bore down upon me and upon the path. The only sound was my deep breathing, my sloppy footsteps, and Benny’s blundering in the mud about ten feet in front of me.
The path turned in such a way that I could see faint moonlight up ahead, but a cloud soon covered the moon and removed the slight comfort its light had provided. I continued following the curve of the path, and pointed my flashlight up ahead. Suddenly, everything was pitch black, as my flashlight had just gone out without a flicker. I was especially annoyed because firstly, I had just replaced the batteries earlier that week, and secondly, I caught a glimpse of the dark outline of what seemed to be a small cottage up ahead, which was now invisible in the darkness.
To my surprise, Benny stopped as soon as the light went out, which made it easy for me to replace the batteries with the ones that I always carried around in my service belt. To my dismay, Benny did not continue walking when the light flickered back on, even when I started tugging on his leash. He simply sat in the mud and peered at the cottage in the distance, which I knew for a fact he couldn’t see. The cottage was incredibly run down, but I couldn’t see much more, as it was just at the edge of my flashlight beam.
I began feeling uneasy when Benny started whimpering and backing away, tail between his legs. Our dogs were trained to bark when they found something, not stand still, and certainly not whine and back away. Old Ben had never been a skittish animal; I had never seen him act like this before. I peered back at the cottage, suspecting something more sinister than I was originally prepared for.
I tied Benny loosely around a nearby tree, so he could pull away if need be, pulled out my handgun, and continued on. Not fifteen seconds later, I was hit with the smell of blood and wet dog, and heard whimpering to my left. I told Benny to stay, and turned to find him where I left him, about twenty yards behind me, looking at me like I was insane. I bent down and examined the source of the noise, only to find one of our bloodhounds laying just off the path and covered in a mixture of mud and its own blood. It was missing its hind legs and was shivering badly. I cursed and dispatched it with a quick slit with my utility knife, then unclipped its collar and stuffed it into my pocket before turning away. I did not want to alert the suspect of my position. I grew worried about the location of my colleagues, as our dogs were trained not to run off. I also wondered what kind of predator would have taken only the hind legs of an animal. I tried not to think about it as I continued on.
As the cottage grew nearer, I was able to make out a few broken windows reflecting my light back at me. Through these I was able to see that the inside of the cottage was pitch black, the darkest black I had ever seen. I walked closer still, and I couldn’t stop looking into the darkness of the cottage. The darkness was so potent it seemed to be spilling over the window sill into the crisp night air. I felt consumed. My heart began pounding within my chest, and I felt colder than ever as I stepped toward the gravel path that led around to the left of the cottage. The sudden change in surface and the sound of my feet crunching upon the gravel seemed to break my trance, and I shuddered.
I didn’t know why I had felt so trapped, and I didn’t like it. Something was definitely wrong with this situation, and my feelings of dread intensified as I followed the gravel path around to the front of the cottage.
A dripping noise interrupted my thoughts and temporarily washed the dread from my mind. I paused. I determined it was coming from the direction I was headed, but I couldn’t see the front door yet as the porch was draped with ivy. I was suddenly hit with the putrid smell I knew all too well: the smell of death. It hit my nostrils like a truck and returned my feelings of dread all at once. I shined my beam to the front steps.
There was a dark, red liquid trickling gently down the steps, pooling under the porch: blood. I looked up onto the front porch, now visible, and saw the torso of a man hanging from his neck about three feet away from the front door. His legs were nowhere to be seen, though there was a blood trail leading into the house, and his glistening entrails swayed sickeningly with the light breeze. Blood was pooling below him, trickling down the steps, and down through the cracks in the porch. It had begun coagulating, and dark swirling orbs rotated in the puddle each time a drop splashed down. I looked up again at the carcass and recognized the man as our suspect. There was frost beginning to form at the edges of his mouth and over his glassy eyes, but his exposed entrails were still steaming. Furthermore, the blood dripping from his wound was still deep red in color. The back of my neck prickled and I knew this man had not been hanging for very long. No, not very long at all.
I raised my pistol and nudged the front door open. I was again hit with the smell of death, though now much stronger, so strong I could scarcely draw breath. The inside of the cottage was unbelievably dank, and the darkness seemed to eat the quivering beam of light I pointed out in front of me, so I couldn’t see ten feet forward.
I heard a sharp crack and I bolted my gaze to my feet. I had just stepped on a human rib. Suddenly the cottage came alive with creaking and shuffling. I heard flies buzzing all around me. I heard a raspy rushing noise to my right. I shined my flashlight to where I thought the noise was coming from, but all I saw was a bloodstained floor and darkness out in front of me. I took a step toward the noise, and the beam of light revealed the glistening mangled corpse of a man, missing most of his skin, hunched in the corner of the cottage. His whole torso was heaving, and I saw the rushing noise was coming from the base of his throat, where a large gash was opening and closing with every breath, spraying flecks of fluid. Maggots wriggled out of his wound, and black purge fluid trickled from his soupy eye sockets, his missing nose, and his gaping mouth. He was missing most of his teeth, and one of his cheeks was rotted through.
I was frozen in place with fear, until, to my horror, the man’s mangled arm rose and reached out to me. At this I aimed and put a bullet through his partially exposed skull, splattering a putrid mist on the wall behind him. Instead of slumping over, as I prayed he would, the man slowly levitated into an upright position as though controlled by a puppeteer. Skin began regrowing around his legs, his torso, and eventually his skull, which sprouted two bloody horns out of his forehead. This being had the likeness of Arthur Smith, though I sensed it was no longer him. I placed two rounds into his torso, and the being staggered, but the bullet wounds simply closed with sickening squelching sounds. I backed away slowly, and he simply stood in the corner and leered at me with burning black eyes and a disconcerting grin.
I continued to back away slowly, placing one more round between his eyes. His head jerked back, but still it healed and he seemed unbothered. I bolted around and headed for the door. I jerked the handle but it wouldn't budge. I tried kicking it down, which was something I was very practiced at, but still, the rotten oak planks held fast against my will. I turned around, back against the door, firearm at the ready, and stared into the blackness. Everything was quiet once again. Despite the temperature, cold sweat beaded upon my brow and dribbled down my neck.
Suddenly I felt a rumbling that seemed to come from the very depths of the Earth. A splitting and splintering sound came from what I presumed was the center of the cottage, and I was soon showered with bits of wood and stone that nicked my exposed skin and drew droplets of blood. I noticed my back was no longer pressed against the back of the door, though I was not moving. The floor seemed to be carrying me slowly in the direction of the noise. I was frozen in place, and found that I could not change my trajectory.
My flashlight beam found the edge of a large hole in the floor. I saw dark, root-like tendrils sprout from the hole and rush across the floor with the sound of scraping and splintering. They then returned to the hole, and they had within their grasp six bare human bodies, which I horrifically realized were those of my now former colleagues. I watched in horror as their pale naked bodies were folded, torn, ripped, and broken in the churning earth. The sound of tearing flesh and cracking bone was deafening and filled the darkness of the cottage. The mass of mangled flesh formed into one chunky, glistening mound in the center of the hole. It began pulsing and rising, and horrible screams rang in my ears. I watched in horror as the mass formed a humanoid figure that rose up ten feet out of the hole and bent over against the ceiling. It was facing away from me, but its raspy voice seemed to mix seamlessly with the screams directly in my ears.
“The churning of earth, the tearing of flesh, the cracking of bone”
At this it let out a booming laugh that reverberated in my skull and shook the foundation of the building. The cottage once again came alive, but now more than ever before. Shutters were opening and closing, floorboards were rattling, flies swarmed in a huge mass around and around the room, blocking the beam of my flashlight and obscuring my view of the figure. I felt my legs quiver along with the rest of the cottage. I looked down at a red book with its pages fluttering in the still air. I dove for it and slammed it shut, and the cottage grew still. I paused for a moment, but the giant figure began turning towards me. I bolted around to see that the door was now open, but the hung corpse was clinging to the top of the door frame, now very much alive. Its entrails were still swinging freely from its short leap, and the rope lay severed and frayed upon the ground.
I paced towards the door, dumping the rest of my magazine into the corpse, which to my relief fell to the ground with a squelch. I hopped over the body and sprinted out the front door, away from the cottage, down the dirt path. I could still hear the screams of the damned faintly in the distance, and the earth began rumbling once again underneath my feet. I continued running back along the path, trying not to think about what I had witnessed. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, and shivered in the now relentless sleet.
The pounding of the earth became the distant rumble of thunder in the distance. By the time I had gotten back to the paved road, I was soaked to the bone in cold sweat and freezing rain, and I was covered up to my thighs in mud from the path. My coat was snagged and torn in places from the splinters of wood and from branches along the path.
When I finally got back to my car, I saw a leash leading underneath it, and found Old Ben, crouched below, tail between his legs. I scooped him up and plopped him in the passenger seat, entirely disregarding the former cleanliness of my car, as it was now covered in mud and dog hair. I cranked up the heat and sped off towards the station to report what I had witnessed.
…
We never did find that cottage again. Other guys went back to where I was and failed to find the path, but they did find the dismembered bodies of my colleagues hidden under the bulldozer at the end of the street. I was charged with the deaths of my colleagues and was thrown into a mental institute, but I don’t mind it much. There are people here that are far more insane than I am. The worst part is my occasional perception of a distant rumbling, and during thunderstorms I’m a whimpering mess.
I have been disciplined three times for writing symbols on the walls that I can’t get out of my head. I draw them in my blood so they stand out more and resemble what I see. I have found that once they are on the wall, they stay out of my head. Unfortunately, I haven’t finished writing them all out yet. The first time I started I got really close to finishing, but then I found myself strapped to a hospital bed.
The worst part of my new existence is the nightmares. I am plagued by images of my former colleagues: their pale dismembered bodies, the sound of cracking bone, their blood on my hands, their shrieks of pain, and the taste of flesh.

这是一篇为所有中国同胞写的中英双语帖子，为了让所有人都能看懂，我会全部如实写成中英文两版，不但可以为中国战友提供一个温暖的港湾，也可以让所有其他地区的人知道中国战友与他们同在！本文章仅代表个人看法，不构成任何投资建议。 This is a bilingual post written for all Chinese Apes in both Chinese and English. To make this post understandable to all of us, I will write everything faithfully in both Chinese and English versions. Not only can this provide a warm harbor for Chinese people, but it can also let people from all over the world know that an extremely strong Chinese army is standing with them!! This article represents only my personal views and does not constitute any investment advice.
首先，我们这次战斗的最终目的是让看空这只股票的对冲基金付出惨痛的代价！！大家一致的目标应该是收割华尔街空头口袋里的钱，而不是做T低买高卖收割战友的钱。而达成这一目标我们要做的是低价买入并坚定持有，等待股价飞涨，最终形成轧空。当价格足够高的时候，做空机构就会权衡利弊，放弃抵抗被迫平仓以数十亿甚至数百亿的代价回购将来可能涨到50块甚至上百块一股的股票。到时候因为做空机构的大量回购，就会进一步推动股价继续飞速上升，到达更高，那一刻才是我们的最终胜利！ First of all, our ultimate goal in this battle is to make the hedge funds that are shorting this stock pay a painful price!! Our objective should be to harvest the money from the pockets of Wall Street shorts, rather than engaging in short-term trading to harvest money from our brothers and sisters. To achieve this goal, all we need to do is to BUY the DIP and HODL, waiting for the stock price to rise and finally cause a short squeeze. When the price is high enough, hedge funds institutions will weigh the pros and cons, give up resistance, and be forced to cover their positions at a cost of tens of billions or even hundreds of billions to buy back the stock, which may rise to $50 or even hundreds of dollars per share in the future. At that moment, due to the massive buybacks by short-selling institutions, the stock price will be further propelled upwards rapidly, reaching even higher levels, which will be our ultimate victory!
而此战我们的初步战略目标是从5月16日开始算起连续10个交易日FFIE收盘（美东时间下午4：00）价格保持在1以上不退市，就可以撤销纳斯达克的退市要求。首先你需要知道，在纳斯达克上市的股票如果连续30个交易日收盘价格低于1美元，就可能面临退市风险。纳斯达克会向公司发出通知，要求其在收到通知后的180个日历日内将股价提高到至少1美元，并保持至少10个连续交易日。目前FFIE公司已经收到了通知，并且开始10个交易日倒计时，我们必须要首先保证FFIE不会退市。为了做到这一点，已经有数十万来自全球各地的散户战友集结于此守在1块钱，随时准备买进，抵挡住空头大军的攻击，此刻，我们固若金汤！ In this battle, our initial strategic objective is to ensure that the FFIE closing price remains above $1 for ten consecutive trading days, starting from May 16th, to avoid delisting by Nasdaq. You need to understand that for stocks listed on Nasdaq, if the closing price remains below $1 for thirty consecutive trading days, they may face delisting risk. Nasdaq notifies the company, requiring it to increase the stock price to at least $1 within 180 calendar days of receiving the notification, and maintain it for at least ten consecutive trading days. Currently, FFIE has received the notification and the countdown of ten trading days has begun. We must ensure first and foremost that FFIE does not get delisted. To achieve this, hundreds of thousands of retail comrades from around the world have gathered here, ready to buy at $1 and resist the attacks of the short sellers. At this moment, we stand as solid as a rock!
目前截至5月21日，我们的战斗已经连续胜利了3天，还需再努力坚持7天，我们就可以达成初步胜利！而这个过程亦是让世界的焦点凝聚于我们的过程，只要让全世界看到我们的团结和壮大，就可以吸引更多志同道合的人，壮大队伍，甚至吸引名人和做多机构的加入，朝着更高的价格一路高歌猛进！🌟🚀
As of May 21st, our battle has been continuously victorious for 3 days. With another 7 days of determined effort, we can achieve preliminary victory! This process also draws the world’s attention to us. By showcasing our unity and strength, we can attract like-minded individuals, enlarge our community, and even entice celebrities and organizations to join us, marching forward, full sail ahead! 🌟🚀
而我们作为散户团体所要坚持的只有一句话，**逢低买入并坚定持有！逢低买入并坚定持有！逢低买入并坚定持有！**重要的事情说三遍。
As retail investors, we only need to remember one phrase: “BUY the DIP and HODL!” BUY the DIP and HODL! BUY the DIP and HODL! Important things are worth repeating three times.
这么喊的原因：
Reasons for this:

1. 为什么要逢低？因为当买入价格够低，股票在购买价格之上波动的时候心态才会更稳定，不会因为机构砸盘而过分恐慌。
2. Why Buy the DIP? Because when the buying price is low enough and the stock fluctuates above the buying price, the mentality will be more stable and people will not panic sell because of the institution's attack.
3. 为什么要坚定持有？因为越来越多的人坚定持有，市场上流通的可交易股票数量就会越来越少，空头机构可操作的空间就会越来越小，无法操纵价格，从而无力回天。每次担心成本过高或者做T的买卖操作，都会成为空头机构的棋子和韭菜。所以请坚定持有！
4. Why should we HOLD? When more and more people are holding, the number of tradable shares available in the market will decrease, reducing the space for short-selling institutions to operate. This makes it impossible for them to manipulate the price, rendering them powerless. Every time you worry about high costs or engage in quick buy and sell operations (like day trading), you become the chess of institutions and your money get reaped by them. So, please HOLD!

而如果你已经买了，你不需要担心自己是不是买的价格稍微高了，因为如果我们胜利，价格将会是几十或者几百，几十倍翻倍，不差这点买入价格。
Additionally, if you have already bought in, you don’t need to worry if your purchase price was a bit high because if we succeed, the price will be in the tens or hundreds, multiplying many times over, so a slightly higher buying price won't matter.
在这十天中，空头机构可能会想尽一切肮脏的手段制造各种舆论压力，社区关闭，并让股价下跌和造成恐慌，请心情忐忑的散户朋友们不要慌张，我们有数十万的散户坚守在这里，所有人都与你同在！在上周五，下作的做空机构突然关闭了Reddit上Roaringkitty板块，让大家变成了无头苍蝇，但在周五最后，我们还是坚持住了最后一道防线，险胜空头。而这个周末，我们的各种社区频道在Discord, Reddit, Tiktok, Youtube, Instagram以及X（Twitter)如雨后春笋般到处野蛮生长，空头机构已经再也无法造成任何恐慌，打不倒我们的只会让我们更强大！！而我们中国人更是有一句人尽皆知的俗语，一鼓作气再而衰三而竭。周五第一波我们扛住了，相信后面空头的气势只会越来越弱。
In these ten days, short-selling institutions may try every dirty trick to create various public opinion pressures, close communities, and cause stock prices to fall and create panic. Retail investors who are feeling uneasy, please don't panic. We have hundreds of thousands of retail investors holding the line here; we are together! On last Friday, the unscrupulous short-selling institutions suddenly shut down the Roaringkitty section on Reddit, leaving everyone like headless chickens. But by the end of Friday, we still held the last line of defense and narrowly defeated the shorts. Over the weekend, our various community channels on Discord, Reddit, TikTok, YouTube, Instagram, and X (Twitter) sprang up like mushrooms after rain. The short-selling institutions can no longer cause any panic; What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger! And we Chinese have a well-known saying, 'Charge with the first drum, wane with the second, and be exhausted by the third.' We withstood the first wave on Friday, and we believe the momentum of the shorts will only get weaker from here on.
最后，我们要让以后的人也知道，我们为了这场和华尔街空头的战斗都做了什么！从周五最后一秒股价的力挽狂澜，到各个社区的崛起，以及各种多语言网站的搭建。我们还有百万粉丝油管UP和百万粉丝Tiktok大佬的加入。而这一切只用了短短两天，在这里大家互相鼓励，互相学习股票知识以及同步信息，无论老少男女，每个人都在尽自己所能为胜利而战！而我们中国人在这次战役中也发挥着举足轻重的作用！我们必须要尽一切可能让所有人听到数十万中国人的声音！让说英语的人知道，他们不是孤单的。
让我们一起坚定持有！！！HODL!!!!!!
Finally, we must let future people know what we did in this battle against Wall Street shorts! From the last-second rally in stock prices on Friday to the rise of various communities and the establishment of multi-language websites. We also had the support of YouTubers with millions of followers and TikTok stars with millions of fans. And all this was achieved in just two short days. Here, everyone encourages each other, learns about stocks together, and shares information voluntarily. Regardless of age or gender, everyone is doing their best to fight for victory! We Chinese also play a crucial role in this battle! We must do everything possible to make the voices of hundreds of thousands of Chinese heard! Let English speakers know they are not alone.
Let's HODL together!!!!!!!!

I have not built a pc for about 7 years and I wanted to do an updated machine to allow me to play some of the newer titles.
below is my proposed part list, but the one thing I am struggling with is the case.
I at present have a Define R5 (no window) from Fractal Design... I am inclined to keep the case and maybe redo the fans. (I have 2 140mm in front intake and a 120 in the back for exhaust.)
would my R5 be sufficient for airflow... I could add a 120 at the top ( I wish to keep a positive air pressure) and even leave the door open on the front ( it sits sideway on the back of case behind monitors
[PCPartPicker Part List](https://pcpartpicker.com/list/N7VGTY)
TypeItemPrice
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**CPU** [AMD Ryzen 5 7600X 4.7 GHz 6-Core Processor](https://pcpartpicker.com/product/66C48d/amd-ryzen-5-7600x-47-ghz-6-core-processor-100-100000593wof) $204.99 @ Amazon
**CPU Cooler** [Thermalright Phantom Spirit 120 SE 66.17 CFM CPU Cooler](https://pcpartpicker.com/product/GpbRsY/thermalright-phantom-spirit-120-se-6617-cfm-cpu-cooler-ps120se) $35.90 @ Amazon
**Motherboard** [Gigabyte B650 AORUS ELITE AX ATX AM5 Motherboard](https://pcpartpicker.com/product/WBwypg/gigabyte-b650-aorus-elite-ax-atx-am5-motherboard-b650-aorus-elite-ax) $194.99 @ Amazon
**Memory** [TEAMGROUP T-Create Expert 32 GB (2 x 16 GB) DDR5-6000 CL30 Memory](https://pcpartpicker.com/product/H9CZxteamgroup-t-create-expert-32-gb-2-x-16-gb-ddr5-6000-cl30-memory-ctced532g6000hc30dc01) $97.99 @ Amazon
**Storage** [Acer Predator GM7000 2 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 4.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive](https://pcpartpicker.com/product/Mjstt6/acer-predator-gm7000-2-tb-m2-2280-nvme-solid-state-drive-bl9bwwr106) $134.99 @ Amazon
**Storage** [TEAMGROUP MP44L 2 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 4.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive](https://pcpartpicker.com/product/2VJgXL/teamgroup-mp44l-2-tb-m2-2280-pcie-40-x4-nvme-solid-state-drive-tm8fpk002t0c101) $112.99 @ Newegg
**Video Card** [Gigabyte GAMING OC Radeon RX 7800 XT 16 GB Video Card](https://pcpartpicker.com/product/mHpQzy/gigabyte-gaming-oc-radeon-rx-7800-xt-16-gb-video-card-gv-r78xtgaming-oc-16gd) $499.00 @ Amazon
**Power Supply** [Corsair RM750e (2023) 750 W 80+ Gold Certified Fully Modular ATX Power Supply](https://pcpartpicker.com/product/YRJp99/corsair-rm750e-2023-750-w-80-gold-certified-fully-modular-atx-power-supply-cp-9020262-na) $99.99 @ Amazon
*Prices include shipping, taxes, rebates, and discounts*
**Total** **$1380.84**
Generated by [PCPartPicker](https://pcpartpicker.com) 2024-05-21 14:08 EDT-0400
Thanks in advance for any input.

I sat in our dark bedroom, the computer screen glaring with a harsh, white light. A banner flashed before my eyes: “Seek wisdom by understanding yourself.”
“Chloe, check this out,” I called over my shoulder to my girlfriend playing The Sims on her laptop.
She glanced up, her brow furrowing in confusion before giving me a bemused look. “What the hell are you looking at?” she asked.
“It’s some cult,” I replied, unable to hide my fascination. “I fell down a rabbit hole and found this local place downtown. It's a derivative of Aleister Crowley and Golden Dawn bullshit.” I pointed to the Google Street View image of a dilapidated storefront in an ethnic shopping center.
She smirked, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “I never pegged you as the religious type.”
“Check this out,” I continued, clicking through the site. “They have some photos.”
We spent some time going through the albums celebrating various solstices. Most were taken in an odd room with black and white checkered floors, adorned with Egyptian pseudo-artifacts, bathed in the glow of red and purple lights that transformed the scene into a surreal dreamscape.
The people certainly had an alternative vibe. Tattoos were plentiful, but other than that they looked like they came from all different walks of life. Many of them looked like they had their fair share of bullying in high school - no shortage of that. But most of them looked relatively normal aside from the occasional piercing.
One photograph in particular caught my eye. A woman, sitting in a bright red room, sat on an altar, holding a staff in her right hand, wearing nothing. A man was kneeled before her, his arms tied behind him, rope anchored to the ceiling. They were sliding a knife down his back, a small trickle of blood dripping to the floor.
“Damn,” Chloe started. “She’s butt-ass naked.”
“You wanna go?” I asked. “They’re having a get together tonight.”
“You know what, fuck it. Why not? It’s not like we’re doing anything.” she replied.
“Good,” I smiled, standing up. “Because I already ordered an Uber.”
She sighed before opening a drawer and pulling out a small pipe. “I’ll go, but i'm not going sober.”
It was a cold, shitty Seattle winter night. We got dropped off in the parking lot and spent a few minutes looking for the storefront. We finally found it next to a dog groomer and Pho restaurant with some pun for the name I can’t seem to remember.
We entered the shop, which consisted of two narrow isles separated by wood shelves barely big enough for me to fit down. We spent some time looking at the various items, my attention diverting to a vial of elk blood. I remember wondering if they were even allowed to sell this without some type of medical certification they definitely did not have while Chloe shuffled through a bowl of mix and match crystals.
“Can I help you?” I heard a woman say from the back as she emerged from a beaded curtain. She was a short, overweight woman wearing what I could only describe as a sports bra and hula skirt.
“Hi, uh,” I stuttered. “I’m George and this is Chloe. We’re here for the… winter solstice celebration?”
“Oh, goodie! Newcomers!” she said with an out of place, overjoyed expression as she clapped her hands. Chloe and I laughed nervously.
“The door is in the back, but you can come through here just this time.” she said with a smile, arm holding the beaded curtain open.
We walked through a dark hallway, somehow more cramped than the shop, into a rather large room. A gaggle of people were huddled in the back, which Chloe and I quietly shuffled into.
A bearded man paraded around the room, white robes and red headdress cascading into a cloak, knuckles adorned with several large rings gripping a spear, held vertically in front of him. Behind him, another bald man, white robes and yellow cloak, followed behind, white sleeves crossed over his chest.
I glanced at Chloe’s bloodshot eyes, THC clearly flowing through her system. I gave her a knowing look, as if to say Having fun yet? She returned a slow smile.
Without warning, the entire crowd clapped their hands together over their heads as a woman in blue robes walked past, waving a censure leaking white smoke. We awkwardly followed to match the group.
The blue curtains on the back wall opened to reveal an older Asian woman sitting perched on the altar I saw in the photos, again, completely naked. And before you ask, no. She wasn’t attractive. It’s never the ones you hope it is. The red robed man kneeled down and softly kissed her knees.
I glanced back at Chloe. Her smile was so big I was afraid she was going to laugh at any moment. I pinched her on the side and whispered into her ear “Do. Not. Fucking. Laugh”. Honestly, I think I just made it worse. Her face turned beet red as she bit her cheeks.
The ritual went on for another half hour or so. They must’ve said “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law” at least a dozen times.
We were getting kind of bored and were ready to leave before the woman in the blue robes wandered in with a caged chicken.
"No fucking way" I thought. Surely enough, the man in the yellow robes held the chicken high in the air, before slitting its throat and draining blood into a large metallic basin. The man winced as the chicken flailed violently, scratching up his arms, before eventually succumbing to blood loss.
One by one, each person there stood between a white and black pillar saying love and intention in Greek before eating a piece of something, taking a sip of blood, and saying “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods.”
Chloe and I hung back, and politely declined when our turn came. Once all was said and done, they busted out some alcohol and started celebrating. We slipped out into the street, bursting out laughing. After we finally collected ourselves, Chloe whipped out her phone and showed me she took dozens of pictures of the ritual.
We laughed our asses off the entire way home. First thing she did was open her laptop and post the pictures on Twitter, tagging the lodge with the caption “me and the boys chilling right now”.
We returned to the usual rhythm of our lives. I went to work, conducting meetings and answering emails, while Chloe went back to her classes. A few days later, Chloe checked her Twitter and saw that she had gained a few thousand likes. The whole ordeal became a running joke between us.
I would eat fruit snacks and sip on my soda, saying, “There is no part of me that is not of the Gods”. A few weeks later, we had mostly forgotten about it, except for the occasional recounting as a funny story to regale our friends.
One night while Chloe and I were spending our evening the usual way with me on the computer and her on her laptop, I felt her furiously tap my shoulder while staring wide eyed at the window. Confused, I took my headphones off and walked over, pulling back the curtain to reveal 6 people standing in black robes and animal masks watching us from the hillside.
“What do we do, should I call the cops?” Chloe whimpered.
“No, they’re just a bunch of larpers. They’re not going to do shit! Just trying to scare us.” I said angrily as I closed the blinds and hopped back on my computer.
Chloe sat there for a few minutes in a tense pose with her arms folded together. She went to double check the door was locked, before we continued our night as normal.
The next day I got a text from Chloe frantically telling me to come home immediately. When I arrived, there was a squad car parked outside our building. I ran up the stairs to see two officers standing by Chloe in the doorway. I nearly shouted asking what was going on. They lead me inside to show me a massive black symbol drawn on our wall, a six-pointed star made from one continuous line.
We finished our police report and they told us they’d get back to us if they find anything. I’ve been robbed often enough to know that means they’re going to forget about this before they’ve even gotten back into their squad car.
Furious, I stormed over to the shop and banged on the window. The hula skirt woman came over and cracked the door open just enough for me to see one of her eyes.
“What the fuck do you think your little posse is doing!?” I screamed at her. “Breaking into my apartment like that!? You all are fucking psychos!”
“I haven’t any idea what you’re talking about”, she said with a sly grin.
“Oh, yeah?” I said pointing a finger in her face. “If anyone tries any shit like that again I’m going to burn your goddamn shop to the ground, do you hear me?”
She looked at the ground, clearly nervous. I have never blown up at a stranger like this but I could tell my threats were working.
After a moment of silence I stormed off again, back towards home.
“You meddle with forces you do not understand!” she called out from the shop.
I picked up a glass bottle from the sidewalk and chucked it, smashing against her shop window, forcing her to close the door and disappear into the shadows. I’m not particularly proud of how I behaved in this moment, but unless you’ve had someone break into your home and draw shit on the walls, hold on to your judgment.
The next few days passed without so much as a peep from them. Chloe and I began to relax, convincing ourselves that the cult had been scared off. Life seemed to be returning to normal, and the unsettling incident became just another story.

AITAH? Help please! Me 50 yof and fiancé 47 yof began dating in the fall of 2019. We emotionally connected night one. 2020 was the year of COVID so we couldn’t go out much and spent many days/nights together and every weekend alternating homes due to high school age children in her home and each our own home responsibilities. We live 1 hour 45 min apart but work some days in similar city. Later 2020 she had a stroke and I was there for her and the kids day and night. In the fall of 2020 she proposed. I’m was elated! Very early 2021 I was diagnosed with breast cancer and began the fight of life with treatments ending the end of that December which like an idiot I worked through as I wanted to keep my job. I learned that hard lesson not to ever do that again. We never left each others side and she took tremendous care of me but due to cancer treatment, my low immunity, and COVID still in swing we did spend more time in my home. She somehow maintained both places for us and took care of me. We enjoy the same things and loved spending enormous amounts of time together. Due to past experiences I was not the most open nor was I one to bring up past crap to discuss but she liked and needed that discussion. I began learning to trust and open up more and more with her. We never fought with the exception of a few of her drinking excessively episodes which would become very verbal and an attempt to be physical once but would not never remember any of it. This was obviously a red flag for me and I needed to know that I knew it wouldn’t keep happening so I became not excited about getting married just yet and shut down some. The drinking no doubt became way less but I was uneasy about it still. 2022 I was still dealing with my body, mind, emotions and everything that goes with cancer recovery. I wanted to recover yesterday and just wasn’t there. Also when I had returned to work I was given an extra heavy load which I wasn’t ready for. I was utterly exhausted day and night and found it hard to have a whole lot of conversation about much of anything. I just wanted rest. She would give me articles to read about dealing with cancer, recovery, and such but I didn’t find it relevant to the situation. I went into treatment with a strong fighter mentality and it was finally over! I just needed to feel better. I knew her emotional needs weren’t being met and said things like “please give me more time to heal” which turned into “I can’t heal fast enough for you but I want to badly.” We went on vacation for the first time that summer which we both needed greatly with all we had been through. A communication issue arose and each of us not feeling heard which drinking me decided to walk a long distance back to the hotel while trying not to interact with her. We finished the vacation and had some good times but there was still clearly some raw distance feelings going on. When we returned I left and later when I ask if she wanted all her things and did I returned them. We did continue to talk and were able to resume our relationship. We had talked of moving in together for a long time even before cancer but it was on hold due to one child still being at home and deciding to stay local for college for awhile. We began what we now know to be anxious, her, avoidant, me, vicious cycle. We both knew we were in a bad place but not understanding or knowing how to talk to and with one another which turned out to being me talked about more than with me I felt including strangers on vacation. November 2023 we went to a therapist returning also in December but hadn’t gotten very far with him just yet then with holidays didn’t fit in another session. To late sadly. There were more hurt feelings of her feeling dismissed and me being shut down, we weren’t able to communicate effectively and I didn’t feel safe doing so related to the anxious attachment behavior. She would have a few beers often and the thoughts of would it be to much again were always present for me. She didn’t but it didn’t take away my fear. The anxious attachment reaction to yell and all that goes with it would push me to shut down not feeling safe to talk and the more I shut down the more anxious she became. At the end of the first week of January 2024 I left again. We didn’t speak for 3 weeks until I began reaching out endlessly to reconnect and return to the therapist. We both said the first week apart was like a relief. The second and third week I spent researching any books I could find to understand what was going on and how to repair us which is were I learned about anxious avoidant attachment. I sent the audible book to her and she also went through it. We then reconnected face to face mid March, talking every day, attempting to heal our hurts, and spend time together again. It was so beautiful! I have worked extremely hard to understand my past behavior, take responsibility, ask for forgiveness and talk about how I should have and will now do things differently. We both have. In April she had a set back and withdrew saying her feelings for me weren’t there yet but we would continue talking and date. I am ok with that as it takes time to rebuild trust, heal hurts, and love again and I’m willing to give her all the time she needs. I did learn in April during the midst of our few weeks apart she had a rebound encounter which we talked about and I forgive and will forget because I love her so much and want a life with her. Next thing I know I’m thrown into the friends only zone with the desire to keep talking and texting and eventually spend time together doing things. A couple weeks ago I seen at her son’s graduation she had someone with her (different from the rebound I’m told but both rebounds UAF!) and was being affectionate with. I’m devastated. We have each continued with the therapist separately. I have dug deep within myself to learn and grow and have expressed everything I know to her. She has also made progress learning and growing but says she’s still hurt and can’t get past me leaving and while she acknowledges her anxious behavior and my avoidant cycle, it’s merely that I left. We were not in a healthy, productive place, no ability to effectively communicate before and now we can. I remain to have an unconditional love for her and desire us to be together. She didn’t like when I brought up the word unconditional. How can someone say they now understand, give and accept forgiveness, yet remain apart but desire to remain close friends and spend time together? I admit I’ve not seen or experienced a healthy love life but unconditional to me means just that, e figure it out and grow together. I’ve tried to me angry but I simply can not be that way, it’s not who I am, nor her. Here it is mid May and in a week we fly out of state together for my family’s graduation. She still wants family which I fully don’t understand and request she not plan on being part of family picture that are planned. I’m sure that hurt but shouldn’t we draw a line somewhere? She’s not comfort coming to other family events like baseball games and such saying she isn’t comfortable staying in the other room due to distance of work yet planning to stay in my hotel room next weekend. IF she even goes (me saying this not her). FYI the flight is non refundable. I’m an emotional wreck daily and don’t know how to move past her.