Cursed Technique
-Innate Technique: 5 shikigami, they are summoned through any formation of smoke (like how 10 shadows needs shadows), such as a blown out match. Like 10S this CT's shikigami need to be unlocked, the shikigami are unlocked like how XP bars are filled to reach a new level in a game, bu the XP is seperating a soul from it's host with their CE. With training, all shikigami can be summoned at a time. Here is each shikigami:
phoenix: big bird, covered in a bit of fire, big sharp talons, only summon that can be revived. Takes a couple days to use again post mortem. 0 souls
cyclops: 5 meters tall, grey, beard, tubby/bulky, tunic, has club. 50 souls
Kelpsie: sickly pale green with small spots all over, seaweed instead of hair. More effective in water because it can walk on or swim fast in it, but can also spew steam clouds and water projectiles. 200 souls
manticore: lion body, big bat wings, manlike head with sharp teeth, horns, scorpion tail w paralyzing poison, and can spit fire. 500 souls
genie: typical genie stuff, purple, smoky tornado lower half, + bandage covered eyes, and is able to rapidly aborb CE from sources by touch and give to user or itself. 1000 souls *
-RCT: summoning the shikigami but inside out lol
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-Domain Expansion (Gathering Biosphere Catastrophe): DOMAIN ENVIRONMENT: four different environments meet; winter wonderland, dessert, marsh, and volcano plain. SURE-HIT: multiple of each shikigami in each environment doin they're thing.
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Maximum (fortuitous friends): momentarily channel all the power of each shiki in one for roids.
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Weakness(es)
-the shiki don't really synergize with each other
-rising CE cost between the shiki
-not immune to own
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Strategies
-work in tandum with shiki
-most shiki are bulky, hide behind them for protection if out-gunned
-de-summon shikigami right before death
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Question(s) for improvement
-unicorn integration: I thought it would be too similar to the healing dear of 10 shadows, i could go the self healing route, but then it's thing would be tankyness which is then too much like the pheonix or cyclops. should it be switched in?
-dragon integration: It's kinda too similar to the manticore, but would it be the better one?
-genie: I really wanted the final summon to be able to absorb CE, but since it's a genie, should it be wish based/magic powers?
-are the soul count for each shiki to be unlocked balanced?

Hey friends, I'm just looking for a little insight from a hiring manager and maybe a little solace from folks who have experienced something similar to my situation.
In February, a former colleague asked me if I would be interested in applying for a role on a new project working for my former company. This person is now leading Product, and the company has since been bought out; as such, it's a lot bigger, with more resources. Things have changed since I left, though I've heard mixed reviews from colleagues who are still there.
In March, I went through interviews with the person I know and a PO who would lead the project, and everything went great. They didn't have many questions, and expressed such since they knew me and my work. They even stated, "This is exactly what we would expect from a candidate in this role [Lead Prod. Designer]."
A few days later, I spoke to a recruiter, and everything sounded great...except the offer was very low.
Like many, I am actively and hurriedly looking for a job as I was laid off last year. I was willing to accept a cut, understanding there could and would be room for me to grow and have mentorship. So, I requested to speak to the person I know once more... to verify that I want this to be a growth opportunity for me and that I will have solid mentorship - unlike before with a different manager when I worked there; it's worth noting, this person was very aware of management problems in the past, and several people left because of it. We spoke, and that conversation also went well, albeit more candidly, since it was just the two of us. This person said they would follow up with recruitment to let them know we spoke, and they'd be in touch.
I still hadn't heard anything two weeks later (around the first week of May at this point), so I contacted the recruiter to say, "Hey! I'm super excited about this opportunity. I had a great time talking to [the person I know]—let me know if you have any questions or need anything else from me...I think I'd be a great fit because of xyz reason, etc." as you do when you follow up.
The recruiter responded a day later, letting me know that I for sure caught the attention of the person I know and the other interviewer and they were a bit delayed in the process because of work/scheduling/etc; that they would contact me once they received 'any' word to let me know, and they would be in touch. I responded saying "Great, thanks, look forward to hearing from you..." and I've heard nothing since.
I'm bummed. Almost 3 months after the initial conversation, I cannot help but feel like they found better candidates and aren't following up.
But I suppose it could also be taking a long time; the project and teams they're hiring for are quite large (about ~15-20 members on Design alone)...in which case, I'm hoping to hear soon.
What does this sound like to folks in this sub who have been hired before? Has anyone else gone through something similar? How did you handle it?
In the meantime, I'm looking and applying elsewhere, so hopefully, something clicks soon...but if I'm honest, it's not looking great. Fingers crossed!
Cheers!
Edited: formatting and punctuation

Dear my first love/ ex
I know we only dated briefly, but in that time we faced so much that time seemed like it passed faster than it actually did. When we first started out you helped push me to find a new job, because I couldn’t imagine working there alone. You even helped me quit by writing out my resignation letter even though I was gonna do it anyways since I had a new job lined up, but knowing that I wasn’t doing it alone or leaving you behind helped. I wish you could have been there to wish me good luck on my first day, but you got Covid and didn’t want to risk me getting sick before even starting.
I never wanted you to be anyone else, I loved the guy that I got to know before you ever made us official. The guy with several allergies to some of the weirdest most common things, but not allergic to common allergens. The guy with fears of heights, and bugs and scares easily. The guy that loves Disney movies and loves singing to them and cries at sad moments but would never let me see him cry. The guy that loves math, collecting Pokemon cards because they’re pretty, playing video games, D&D, anime, spending time with friends and family. The guy that was very judgemental when it came to certain things like how mint ice cream is wrong and anything with mint and chocolate together just shouldn’t be. The guy that seemed very uncertain about his future saying things like “I’m gonna take a job I hate so when I have money I can take a job I like that doesn’t pay much” “I want to buy a house here, because it would be such a flex to my friends” “ I would have quit school but everyone expected me to finish so I couldn’t quit.” Meanwhile you did know that when he bought a house that he wanted a cat and even knew the type of cat he wanted.
Now comes the tricky part that I hate because I don’t know how much you actually knew about me. Did you know I would have loved if you asked me to dance? That I would have loved a reason to get dressed up and show you a side of me no one has ever seen? You knew that you opened my heart and made me feel safe, but do you know what that has done to me? Do you know how your love has changed me? Did you know that since you were the first person to see me and love me that you helped me gain confidence I never had? Did you know that all I ever needed even when you physically couldn’t be there with me was you to say “I love you”. Just 3 little words to make me feel better, even on my worse days, just knowing that I have someone who chose me and chose to love me was a enough, but you couldn’t do that simple thing.
Instead you chose to create distance, trying to repair the damage after it was done instead of just saying “I love you and because I love you can we cool off and come back to the issue in the morning so we don’t say something we might regret?” No I got the response of “ I had a good day today and don’t need you bringing me down so I’m turning off my phone” the reason I was mad was because you blew me off and broke your promise the least you could have done was apologize instead of making me feel guilty and less than.
Do I hate you for that? Do I hate you for putting yourself first? Do I hate you for making me open my heart and be venerable to you? Do I hate you for shattering my heart into a million pieces? Do I hate that we loved each other and it seemed like you did all the talking but I was the one opening up more emotionally than you? Do I hate you for finding someone new so fast? Do I hate that you probably saw the northern lights with your new gf on my birthday, while I watched them alone after you said I would never be alone on my birthday again, along with the fact our first date we tried to see them only to get downgraded to cloud gazing and never watching them together like we wanted? No, for some reason I can’t hate you maybe that’s what true love is, because there will always be a part of me that loves you. Even with all your faults and flaws but it would be so much easier if I could just hate you. But I would be lying if I say that I’m not hurt and that I wouldn’t take you back in a heartbeat. I would have my reservations about it but as long as you would be willing to put the work in I would take you back because I’m not going to hate and judge you based on a few bad times when there were so many more good times. But we didn’t know how to deal with the bad times so we let that rip us apart.
~ your ex that you gave up on

This is a lot and I am sorry in advance for not being able to tldr this. i dont know whats going on. From a very young age I was taught a lot of things concerning how to treat people. The do's the don'ts and everything in between right? So I've led a lot of my life with those values being put first and then naturally I learned what a lie was. I never forgot and overtime I keep learning that people can do such horrible things and mask it all with a smile. Watching my mother go through things and seeing her say "It's okay, you just gotta be strong." is where it started. The silent urge in the back of my head to "be strong". I started to become obsessed with it and a lot of unhealthy practices started. At first I thought it was about knowledge so I became that "know it all prodigy" and found that I still got hurt by things. Then it was onto the next definition. And the next. And the next. I started exploring every single version of "strength" I could by putting myself in positions where I would get horribly hurt for doing something. All so I could try to teach myself the kind of strong that I thought would make me "invincible". No I never asked for help. Instead I wrote journal entries that were filled with manic ramblings about the one emotion I couldn't seem to wrap my head around. Being a teenage boy that was obviously love. I found a girl who I fell in love with, truly. We will call her Six. She gave me hell. I have never been in more mental anguish then when I was dealing with her. She had been treated horribly too by life and she was in shambles. I thought it an act of love to try to help her. "I can fix her" basically. The journey of "teaching myself" really started when I met her. From the age of 12 till now I spent so much time with her being used, manipulated, and hurt over and over and then going back to try and figure out where I went wrong.
I was laser focused on this. Surely someone else could see what I saw out of the world right? Someone had to.
I branched out and began dealing with other girls in my vicinity, emotionally experimenting with them to pick up bits and pieces to the puzzle of my twisted "bigger picture". And I forgot. I forgot every single girl I dealt with that wasn't her or an actual friend. Overtime, the initial goal of learning actually faded. I forgot it entirely because someone told me that I was hurting myself by dealing with her, something I had neglected to accept. I separated from her and as far as reality was concerned, I was a hurt boy being hurt by a hurt girl. I worked on myself and mentally I began to focus on the positivity that my mother initially instilled in me as a child. I stopped dealing with a lot of people and I completely forgot about that whole strength obsession. Might as well have been a phase but no. One heart break via someone else and some time later and now I'm in a new relationship. I was happy with this girl too. She didn't deserve any of what happened next. I found my old journals and I read them because I had forgotten they existed. I got sick a few days after that and it was bad. Like victorian child bad. Convinced that it had something to do with the old journals, I ended up leaving the girl. I felt like she would most certainly get hurt if she kept dealing with me. As fate would have it, I was back to better health in 2 days. I went through senior year with my positive streak, keeping a small crew close so I had friends and I met Six again. She said she changed and I believed her because I still had feelings for her. A relationship started and she put me through the same hell only it didn't take me 6 years to leave. I attempted to help her. I tried to give her everything she needed. I put my best foot forward for her only for her to continue to mistreat me at every turn. I was angry about it. Angry that the one thing I genuinely gave everything to was spitting in my face. I left after 6 months. Let me say that I have never been openly angry to anyone a day in my life until the day I left her. I was yelling in the middle of the road as she had tried to trap me into staying with her by showing up at my job. The thought started after that day. I began openly talking to myself. Poking and prodding at myself to hold her accountable for what she did instead of blaming myself for it. To get a get back or something. I always replied as if I was another person, reprimanding a friend for saying something really concerning. Then I started really paying attention to what I was saying to myself and I realized I was making sense. The negativity that I was speaking out made sense and now I was rushing to my journal to write out another entry. Reading that entry back I am concerned. Titled in bunched up letters, "iknowtoomuch" was an essay where I rambled about knowing too much about people and how they perceived life mentally, physically, and spiritually and that I could see people for what they could really be and how I could try to help them become their best selves and if they didnt want to, I would make them. Manipulate them even. I was convinced that I knew some guide to mental perfection and everyone else was the problem for not listening amongst things about hurting people who were labeled as "failures" by my standards.
And I am horrified. I can't unsee the words or unhear the things I said. I can't stop thinking about the goals that revealed themselves after I finished reading. The silent agendas in my head that kept telling me to let people use me, to smile and put all of that genuine kindness forth as some sort of weapon that people could use against me. Now I feel that I can't even look at some of my friends because I know they're only here as guinea pigs. People that have been hurt in various ways, sharing all of their problems and experiences with the "therapist friend" just so I can learn what makes a person tick at the end of the day. Then I offered them my sincerity by giving them genuine help that could nudge them in the right direction. It always made me happy to find that my thoughts and methods were helping people. Their lives were always perfect after they listened. And then there it is. Even now I'm talking in the same way as before because I can't get it out of my head now.
Am I my mothers son? Someone who helps people because he was raised to? Or am I crazy as hell and forcing my twisted and everchanging ideals on these people? Feigning kindness just to prove that my methods of being "strong" can work and that through controlling others I can be strong myself without having to lock my heart away. Whats even worse is that I can't even find a fault in the second statement. To me it sounds right! It sounds just! I don't know what to think anymore.
Then I ask myself, how the hell am I weaponizing being healthy? That part is what doesn't make sense to me. Isn't what I'm doing just helping people? Getting them out of tight spots by telling them better and healthier things to do? That's what it feels like. Then it gets worse. And I remind myself that I wrote;
"I know so much. You. Reading this. I know you. I know you so well that you reading this was something I orchestrated. Every person I interact with, I see every possibility for what or who they truly are. I spend my days worrying about what the next person could do to me. What I could do to them."
and now I know that I can hurt people as well as help them and the idea that I can just flip the switch becomes intoxicating. Then I'm horrified at myself all over again.

Since I have seen nobody mention this, I just want everyone to be aware of something when creating your account.
The Password requirements are 8-30 characters with number, letter and symbols.
Say you make a strong 30 characters long PW.
The log in works on iphone and android (Tested with some friends).
HOWEVER. For some reason the Windows client can only display 26 characters! So you end up with an error message and cannot do anything.
I spent around 3 hours trying to figure out if my Pi-Hole was messing with the requirements or maybe an adblock I run systemwide.
TLDR Windows log in only works with Passwords that are 26 characters or shorter!
Maybe they will fix it.

The game opens with constant gunfire and artillery shells bursting, the sound of men yelling as gunfire stifles the darkness of the night. We focus in on a platoon of troops in a foxhole, like lightning a shell hits close to, wiping out most of the men. As the ringing of the remaining ears clear they realize they need to retreat as they can no longer stay in the tight, cramped, flooded hole they've found themselves in and the only way back is up.
Every player must roll a d10, the player with the lowest role finds a piece of wood stuck within their leg, not bleeding but obstructing the ability to run without help, the players decide to deal with the issue there and then or deal with assisting the injured player in the retreat to try and fix it in a safer location.
As the players leave the foxhole a machine gun fire begins to target the group
Triggers a sequence
Flairs shoot lighting up the battlefield as you hear a whistle from the enemy blows They're crossing no man's land.
This sequence where the players must make a 200-250yd dash for a trench behind the foxhole.
Players take priority in turn rotation

Fleeing is (Mov x 5 =x yd) 

Every player must make a dex roll on their turn
-a critical success allows them to run uninhibited
-a regular success causes equipment to get snagged on barbed wire causing them to get slowed
-a failure causes you pouches or bags to rip dropping a small amount of ammunition
-a critical failure causes you to get cut by barbed wire dealing 1d4 damage
Players carrying injured role with penalty die
On the machine guns turn roll to full auto at players but role with triple penalty dice due to multiple shots, out of range, and fast targets. You can decide volley size and damage per shot, BE NICE it's just the beginning
Once all players have made it across no mans land they will arrive at the door of a rather large bunker, they bang on the door and request assistance. After a bit of pleas a slot on the large door opens with a bun barrel sticking out. A rather shooken young man asks the players to tell him “where are you from” clearly trying to see if the players are enemies. A player can say anything but the second the man hears perfect english or french he swings open the door. The players see a young man with a shotgun, couldnt be over 20 years old. He commands the players to get in fast. As all the players enter he immediately goes to slam the door shut seeming to struggle to do so.
You meet Bert Newman a strapping young man from new york a very charming quick witted kid, he's always there to boost morale and is always ready to get work done. Its best to slowly show off his personality with small talk while he leads you down the winding halls.
After a few turns and twists you arrive at a sort of check point with a man with a british bren gun points his barrel down the hall, directly at Bert and the players.
You meet Rook a very large man sporting a very clean uniform, he seems concerned and Isn't too welcoming to the new residents, hes a harsh with his words, and presents himself as no nonsense, he does have a soft spot for Bert, able to handle his constant cracks and stories. I recommend making some dialogue for them to have every now and then to show their relationship.
After the players are done interacting have rook notice the player with the injury if it hasnt been taken care of he’ll direct the players to go to the infirmary to get fixed up. Have Bert offer to show them where to go. On the way to the infirmary try to keep engaging with the players as Bert
As the players arrive they will notice a large room with a few injured men, a very poor sight to behold. Once you arrive at the entrance you will meet a beautiful young lady dressed in a nurses gown
This is Louise, say hi to Louise :D. A pretty woman with a caring face, but with a hint of concern and fear.
She welcomes you and immediately notices the protruding fragments sticking out of the injured player, she looks back up and tells them to take a seat. The players can interact with Bert more, with each other, or Louise. Try to have Bert and Louise interact if you can, they are great friends.
After the player is patched up they can leave. They can follow Bert back to rook where Rook will give you the task to retrieve barbed wire from the armory as they want to start adding more defenses for the door incase of being invaded. Bert will again offer to guide the players
You begin your journey to the armory, once again try to interact if you can, mention what could have brought Bert to the war and his family. At a certain point Bert will trip a grenade wire trap, everyone roles a dex or dodge role. Bert is killed in the blast anyplayer that fails gets knocked to prone, you can determine if they were close enough to take damage. After all the dust clears the players see Bert's body slumped against a wall lifeless,they can't save him. If the players decide to search him they will find a mostly burnt map of the bunker, some ammo for a shotgun and a letter addressed to what you can assume is his family.
If the players continue to go and retrieve the barbed wire they will get a chance to change their weapons if they choose. As they return they notice Bert’s body is now gone, with a blood trail leading around an separate hallway
Thank you for reading!!!

chapters 1&2
chapter 3
chapter 4
chapter 5
chapter 6
chapter 7
chapter 8
chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
The lecture was supposed to be on Rationality 101, apparently not for Newcomers only. Serene was there to have her back but G was having a hard time focusing.
The boring black uniform more fitting for a hotel receptionist defaced the godlike beauty standing in front of a huge screen. Gentry couldn’t believe her eyes: this was the man she had her hands on a little while ago?
No, it couldn’t be.
It had been just an avatar, too perfect in its unblemished visage, too pure for this world. Yet the man whose face she remembered as if it was etched on the back of her eyelids, who she’d been constantly thinking about, who her hands itched to snatch, was standing right there, in the flesh.
Back in the dreamy simulated world she caught herself thinking that a trim waist like this couldn’t anatomically work on a human, yet here he was: a towering spread of fit shoulders perfectly balanced above the flexible whip of his midsection. The light-grey eyes that betrayed every movement of his pupils were as real as the ones that reflected the mock moon during her test. Below them lay the sharp slope of the cheekbones one could cut themselves on.
The only thing a bit different, apart from the outfit choice, was the young god’s hair. In the simulation, it was flowing and probably too long to be practical. This person’s mane was much shorter and fell down his neck in a neat ponytail, tastefully tamed with a single hairpin.
She had to get her hands on this treasure.
He was making last minute preparations for the lecture, looking through the papers on the desk, dark strands framing his face, light grey eyes sharp in careful concentration.
Professor Q, huh.
He said this was his name, and so did the note on the lecture hall door.
She was sure it was the man who had melted in her arms making the most delicious sounds a male throat could produce.
Had he recognised her?
Unlikely.
At the time of the simulation session, she didn’t have a camera that could pick up her facial features but just to be on the safe side, she decided to go by “G” in his class. There were bound to be lots of people with a name starting with a G, right? What would be the odds it was this particular newcomer that Q had tested that would end up in his class?
The man finally lifted his eyes at the audience and a gentle smile momentarily graced his features before disappearing as if he didn’t see someone he’d expected to.
The holoboard on the wall behind him obediently lit up following his nonchalant gesture. Gentry found it annoying that one needed a pair of special glasses to see all the augmented reality stuff and really navigate the city but again, with Sereen’s help she had more or less gotten used to it in the couple of days she had to deal with the necessities like settling down, getting food and finding her way around Ashtapada.
Still, could they use a piece of chalk or, at least, a marker to write on the board? No need to show off your Fully Automated Luxury Space Communism tech just to write a couple of notes on the board!
On second thought, high-tech-crazy or not, if this city brought up men like this one, she would definitely do her best to stay here to… reap the benefits!
They took a desk next to a huge clear floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the winter garden.
“Professor Q seems a little distracted today,” Sereen said, swiftly tapping a couple of buttons on G’s wrist to show her how to confirm that she was attending the lecture. “He’s usually much more chatty and friendly. I wonder what got into him.”
“Is he?” Gentry responded with an artificial air of indifference. “I just hope he’s more open to a discussion than that Poe guy.”
“He is! And Professor Poe isn’t that bad,” Sereen reprimanded before chuckling a little — since his little secret became known to students, he became known as Holopoe. “Just wait and see, it’s gonna be a blast. Q’s lectures are always very engaging.”
It proved to be utter bullshit.
After fiddling with the symbols on the interactive screen for ten minutes into the class, students getting more and more agitated behind his back, the lecturer seemed to give up. Turning back to the audience, he absentmindedly nodded to a couple of people in the lecture hall and sighed with a painfully fake smile.
“For today’s class, we are going to need to read a certain extract from a book,” he said, tone apologetic for some reason, but it solidified G’s conviction that she already knew this person. “I’ve just sent it to each of your wristcomms. We’ll have some quiet time and read it by ourselves, alright?”
“Reading from the comm?” Sereen mumbled to herself. “Couldn’t he just print them out?”
The rest of the students’ grumbles showed that they shared her disappointment. Q could only hopelessly smile again before returning to his work on the board.
Reading from the little semi-transparent screens was indeed torture. Quickly giving up on trying to awkwardly use gestures for scrolling through the text, she looked out of the window to entertain herself with the garden outside. From the modest height they were sitting at, the people below were quite discernible, partly hidden by the greenery, spread here and there in small groups and pairs. Gentry longed to be there, too. What was the use of being here with the most attractive person in the whole world if the only thing she could see was his back?
Well, the back didn’t look half bad, if she was honest, and what was below also pleased the eye.
But still. It would soon bore even the most easily entertained.
Her gaze fell to a small clearing where a lone male figure was sitting, writing something in a notebook. By the looks of it, the notebook was a real paper-made thing without the bells and whistles usual for Ashtapada. The next thing G noticed was a pair of slender legs, barefoot, stretched to dip the toes into the clear water of the artificial stream.
God bless the urban designers of this place!
The figure lifted the head and in an inconceivably graceful motion, swung the long blond bangs away from the face.
G straightened her back. Was it... Ok, maybe Q was the most handsome man she’d seen in her life but this... This was the younger boy she’d noticed a couple of days back, the one in a plaid skirt, shamelessly flirting with everyone within reach. Today, he wasn’t wearing one but the blue jeans hugging his thighs, rolled up almost to the knees, presented a picture just as tantalizing. Even with the hair was a completely different colour, even though the half-up, half-down style kept his face hidden, she was absolutely certain it was the same person.
Just you wait, young beauty, as soon as this “lecture” was over, your princess in shining armour was coming to pick you up!
Suddenly snapping out of the dull weariness, she turned on the auglasses S helped her obtain earlier and tapped away on her comm screen.
What a chance to give the local text sharing feature a go!
“The garden is pretty, but with a blossom like you, it is truly breathtaking. I wonder if anyone has picked this sweet flower or if anyone dares to,” she typed a cheesy note and folded the message into a neat 3D figurine of an origami paper crane with her fingers in the air.
Was S watching? Screw it, even if she was, she couldn’t read the message with her glasses off, right?
Carefully aiming the device at the lone figure, she launched the crane downwards, and it fluttered like a weightless butterfly in spirals, through the glass and right into the young man’s lap, not disturbing the notebook pages. He started at first at the intrusion but then turned his own glasses on and unfolded the message. A shy smile appeared on his plump lips, and he looked flattered, turning his head around to see if the sender was in sight. Catching no one, he typed something below the initial message and deftly folded it back into a crane that, to G’s surprise, flew directly at her, in uneven spirals along the wall. The man traced it with a smile, propping himself back on his arms, his whole slim body and face on full display now.
God, was he good-looking.
Easily passing the physical border of the glass again, the crane crashed into Gentry’s wristcomm, dutifully delivering the message and betraying her tactical position at the same time. An amused kind of surprise showed on the young man’s face and he waved at her to show that she had been exposed. She waved back, trying to look nonchalant but probably failing miserably.
Very smooth, G, way to go.
The message read, “Is a flower only good for looking at? Not this one.”
Oooh, this boy was playing with fire!
“Hey, G,” Sereen nudged. “Have you finished reading?”
“Mm? Oh, yeah.” Gentry lied easily. She had skimmed the first couple of paragraphs and was sure she’d be able to come up with something if asked.
“Done everybody?” the deep gentle voice called from the holoboard and G’s attention snapped back to the dignified face.
The class murmured affirmatively.
“I’m sorry today’s lecture isn’t as fun as usual,” he admitted. “I must say I’m still unsure how to approach such complex topic as this one. But with your help, I hope we’ll figure it out.”
Everyone seemed to perk up.
“You just read an extract on paradoxes,” Q went on. “And you might be wondering why we are raising a philosophical topic on a rational thinking course.”
“There you go,” Sereen whispered. “He’s back to normal!”
G humphed. This did seem interesting. Was it a good idea to read the extract after all?
Q continued, “In the text, you might have encountered the definition of a paradox. Would anyone explain it with their own words?”
A raised hand and the lecturer’s nod brought some courageous soul to their feet.
“It’s when you start with the correct premises, use consistent logic but wind up with an impossible conclusion,” they said. “There are three types: falsidical, veridical and antimony-type, which are...”
“Correct,” Q smiled and nodded the person back down. It was a smile worth starting a thousand wars over.
“Now there’s a reason why I asked you to read about them. Why do you think people have been fascinated with paradoxes for such a long time?”
S raised her hand and received a kind invitation.
“I might be wrong,” she said. “But it seems that they point at the limitations of our thinking, things that seem rational but in fact aren’t. We feel that with our all-conquering logic we can solve any puzzle but it’s not always the case. Right?”
“This is very insightful,” the teacher confirmed. “It is believed by many that what’s rational is true and therefore what rationality cannot explain must be false.”
“I definitely know someone who would die on that hill,” Gentry grumbled under her breath.
“I’m sorry?” Q asked. “Is there something you wanted to add... sorry, I don’t know your name?”
Still half mad with professor Poe, Gentry stood up. “It’s G, I’m a Newcomer. I was saying how a human mind can fool itself into thinking it knows what it looks at as long as it makes sense. But in reality, it’s not there, like the sky.”
That was the only thing she remembered from that last lecture! She felt the tips of her ears heat up but the kind and considering look on Q’s face showed her gamble paid off.
“These are very insightful observations, G, why don’t we try exploring them together?” — he waived her to sit down and turned back to the class — “Five minutes to discuss how paradoxes might reveal the weaknesses of rational thinking. Send your answers to the board when you’re done.”
“Whoa, daring as usual,” Sereen smiled. “I knew you’d enjoy his class.”
“Now, consider these two questions,” Q said to another student who stood up at his hand wave. “If an unstoppable force meets an indestructible object, what is going to happen?”
The person seemed to contemplate it for a while and the teacher didn’t rush him.
“Isn’t it one of those which are impossible to solve because the existence of the one automatically disproves the existence of the other?”
Q nodded, “Correct. The second one about the barber in a small town is of the same sort. Sereen?”
S stood up too, “The one that shaves all and only men that don’t shave themselves?”
“Yes,” he confirmed. “At first, a premise like this seems perfectly reasonable, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” S responded, somewhat rashly. “But it’s clear that a barber like this cannot exist.”
“Wait, really?” Gentry whispered as Q nodded in satisfaction and urged her friend to go on.
“Yes, if we ask ourselves if this barber shaves himself. If he doesn’t, then he is part of the group which he does shave that do not shave themselves, but if he is in this group, then he does shave himself which makes it impossible for him to be this barber by definition.”
While the rest of the class was catching up with the logic, Q’s smile got only wider, more inviting.
“What does it tell us about the nature of the premise then?” he asked.
“That although it seems that it sounds logical on the surface, it is in fact nonsense and we don’t even need to hear the rest of the riddle to discard it completely,” S concluded.
The man chuckled.
“Well, I wouldn’t be that brash, to be honest, but on balance, you’re right,” he said. “If you stay after the lecture, I might recommend a couple of books on the topic. Your Newcomer friend is welcome to stay, too.”
G put up the best of the aloof fronts, “I’d be happy to, Professor.”
“Q is fine,” he smiled again and went on addressing the rest of the class that immediately exploded into a heated discussion.
***
“Basically, what I think we’re supposed to learn from this,” S concluded after a while, standing up so that everyone could hear her. “Is that before applying rationality, we have to make sure that all the premises we are dealing with are in fact realistic. Otherwise, there is no way rational thinking will help us.”
“Excellently put, as always,” Q applauded. “I’d love to see if everyone agrees or has something else to add to the discussion but our time is up. Feel free to write me a letter with your reflections on the topic.”
As interesting as the class was, the urge to leave the premises as soon as the teacher dismissed everyone seemed to be universal and applicable even to the Ashtapadans.
“I have to go now,” Sereen said. “Text you later, ok?” And with a reciprocal nod to Q, disappeared in the doors, joining the rest of the students.
Sadly, she couldn’t recall what they were talking about after the lecture, nor what titles Professor recommended for some home reading. She just hoped she didn’t make a fool of herself.
What Gentry did remember though was that after Q left as well and she came up to the panoramic window, Sereen and the mysterious flower boy were leaving the garden together. And it was hard not to notice that her new friend took off her wristcomm before they took off, and hid it in the tall grass.

We had our first season for 14 team Head-to-Head Cats Keeper money league consisting of pretty close friends. The first season was super successful and had a lot of activity and participation. With that kind of created this organic situation where on occasion, a team would challenge the team they were playing for the week in a side wager (example - whoever loses this week has to pay for a pizza for the winner). Additionally, about 3-4 teams in the league were a little less active than the rest, so my goal as Commish for this season is to get them more engaged by making each week more meaningful, therefore increasing waiver wire activity, trades, banter talk, etc.
We're looking to expand on that wager premise this season with a formal "Challenger" award - the team that wins the most challenges throughout the season wins a small money prize (only like 5% of the league pot). The idea behind it is to keep people super engaged each week with side wagers for anything (money bet, a vanity bet, food bet, etc etc). It can be for anything and everything that people want to wager on, and I'd like to give the league some more "standard" options - whether it's for a 1v1 or for multiple teams to "opt-in". It's all completely voluntary and given the relatively insignificant prize, won't piss off anyone. For background, we often hang out in discord watching NHL games while playing video games.
My questions is - does anyone have any unique side wagers that would be fun to add in each week? Some of the best ones so far (outside strictly $):

1. Loser has to buy a meal of some sort to the winner
2. Winner gets to change the name of loser's team (and/or discord name) for X weeks
3. Loser has to write a daily complimentary speech of at least 250 characters to the winner praising his/her greatness
4. Loser buys a subscription loot box of some kind for the winner.

If you folks have any cool ideas for what a wager outcome could be, or for what the wager could be placed specifically on (the whole scoring period, a specific NHL game, or specific NHL players), then I want to hear them!

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If anyone likes this idea, we have implemented it into our league rulebook. More than welcome to use it for your own =) --- (excuse the poor formatting after copy/pasting from Word into here).
Challenger Corner
a. The Challenger Corner is where formal & friendly wagers/bets/challenges of any kind can be made in the discord, specifically under #challenger-corner.
b. Managers are encouraged to keep the league fun and engaging by challenging their peers to fun bets based off the fantasy week! Managers have many options on how they want to do week to week bets, such as (but not limited to):
i. Challenge the specific team you are playing for the scoring period.
ii. Challenge another team that you are not specifically playing (can simply just compare stats at end of period to determine victor)
iii. Create a multi-team challenge for the period (like who’s team can score most points – everyone who’s interested puts $5 into a pot)
iv. Create a challenge where every manager involved picks 1 player to score the most points during a 1 week period
c. Examples of challenges include (but certainly not limited to)
i. Monetary bets
ii. Bets for loser has to buy winner a meal
iii. Name Change/Vanity Bets (winner changes name of loser for X period)
iv. Speech Bet (loser has to write a speech about the winner)
v. Whatever else you can think of that’s fun!
d. As we now include a “Challenger Award”, we will begin tracking a running tally of managers who have won/lost bets. In order to qualify for a formal win, you must do the following:
i. Challenge and its conditions must be formally posted under #challenger-corner before the start of the first game of the scoring week (or a specifically designated timeframe if occurring during the period – I.E. making a challenge based on one specific NHL game being played).
ii. The opponent(s) you are challenging must formally accept under #challenger-corner prior to game/period start.
iii. You must notify the Commissioners of a formal challenge accepted, and notify the Commissioners as to who the winner(s) are.
iv. Commissioners will keep a running tally and whoever won the most challenges in the year wins the “Challenger Award!”
1. In the event of a tie, the award winners can choose to either split the winnings or enter into another bet/challenge for the amount.
v. For any challenges that are agreed to during the week, it is the duties of the managers to hold themselves accountable and honor the bet – Commissioners will not enforce these side-wagers, however if the loser ultimately does not honor the commitment, they may be excluded from the formal Challenger Corner award in the future.

I believe I was. I’ve told friends about my life and I’ve talked to my parents about their treatment, but I keep getting told other people have it worse or I didn’t have it that bad. I wonder if I’m just being dramatic.
Some non-chronological events:
I would ride along with my mom searching for my dad when he would go on drug binges. I watched my dad hit my grandma over and over after he had to turn the car around because he forgot his wallet at home. She started "talking too much". After he beat her, she laid across the backseat in silence. I was silent too. I wished for superpowers so that when he hit her, I would be the one to feel her pain instead. I screamed at the crackhead women my dad invited into the house after he was gone on a drug binge. She threatened to throw me out of the window. My dad stayed silent. My dad invited that same women into the house a few months later, because she apologized to him. My dad used to give me frequent back scratches. He would trail his hand down my back and rub the area just above my butt. My dad was inebriated and knocking on each of our bedroom doors. My mom texted me to not open my bedroom door for him but I needed to pee. By the time I came back, he had a blanket on the ground and was asleep. My stomach sunk. I slept under the bed. My mom dragged her fingernails across my face and asked what I was going to do about it and if I was going to fight back. My dad called me a waste of brain cells because he went down the wrong way in a one way street going to a fair. He turned around and drove home. I locked myself in my room and sobbed and texted my mom that I didn't want to live anymore. I woke up in the hospital after my suicide attempt to my dad in the room. The first thing he said to me was that I must really care what people think about me. In a drafted suicide note, I addressed each person in my life except my mom. My mom found it in my room and photocopied it. She wrote notes on the side and was upset that I didn't write to her. My dad threatened to give me and my sibling up to adopt some children who would actually spend time with him. My dad badmouthed me to a date when I was in the backseat of his car. I filled out a sheet in elementary school for fun with my friends. It was for something like a summer camp. My mom chased me throughout the house and snatched it. She asked if I was trying to send myself away. My dad told me to not tell authorities about him because I'd get taken away. My mom told me I needed to go home. I cried on the way home because I thought she was going to kill herself after she stopped responding to my texts. She left scavenger hunt instructions for the key to her bedroom. Inside her bedroom were letters to each of us detailing that she was leaving my dad. I didn't see her again for months.

I was a product designer for an edtech company for over 4 years. The last year and a half has been absolutely horrible - the small product team lost the other product designer, both PMs, and many of the leadership positions including vp of product. The replacement head of product had no experience in tech, but lots of experience in academia (perhaps this should have been a huge red flag). So this person became my manager, as well as the manager of the 2 new PMs.
In the year this new person was manager: -it became clear they had no idea how to manage a designer, or provide feedback, or provide a path for growth - they told me there was no money to backfill the other designer position, or to give me a raise or promotion, but then proceeded to promote 5 engineers and hire two new ones. - they spent weeks coming up with a new business model and product idea that, once work began, was micro managed and turbulent (with regular pauses because company leadership wasn’t aligned) - they literally wouldn’t let us do any sort of research or testing, which caused a lot of friction and definitely got heated a few times - they had no idea what design actually is and constantly asked me to add some delight, while keeping me from getting hints in my job description - they regularly assured me I was doing great, especially every time so brought up the stress I was under, my mental health, and the unsubstianbke pace of design work they asked of me (yet which I continuously met) -they presented constant roadblocks not just to me but to the pm and head engineer as the 3 of us tried to figure out how to try and deliver what they wanted without relying on only assumptions and guesses. -they acted as if they knew everything about how product and design work, and ben though they had no experience. Me, the PM and the head engineer regularly struggled with how to work around or steer them so that we could just do the bare minimum of our jobs. Eventually, the PM and engineer stopped pushing back so much, as we all lost morale and just wanted to get though this huge project /new product release. - they terminated my employment without warning after I delivered the final major piece of the new product (after which I was going on vacation to get married and rest, and then things could slow down, I was assured.)
The kicker is that the reason used was for sharing proprietary information on my portfolio. They said I had the new product on my site. I have proof I didn’t but they pushed back and provided no opportunity ro explain or even ask questions.
It’s clear my incompetent manager got tired of me pushing back, but it burns they lied about the reason and went nuclear without any prior warning. I was honestly flabbergasted. I’ve gotten help from a lawyer friend who has sent one letter but it’s been silent. We’re going to try one more but at this point I feel like this whole system is in their favor and I guess I just needed to vent as I prepare for the possibility that nothing will come from this - no justice or even just.. treating me like a person.
I guess I shouldn’t expect any different after the way I was treated the past year.
I’m really not sure what I’m going to accomplish with posting this. I’m just feeling kinda bitter and hopeless about it all… But if anyone has a similar experience to share, or advice/thoughts, or just a way I can get past this… please share!
Thanks everyone.

Formatting is funky here on Reddit sometimes. This is OP speaking - this was sent to me but I believe the person did not realize this occurred last Wednesday and the video is already on YouTube. Here is what was sent to me:

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Tl;DR: at Bottom
I am a landlord in the state of Indiana.
*All names have been changed from their real names.
A handyman friend (after this referred to as Josh) rents only the garage at one of my properties so he can store his tools there. Technically, Josh has a signed lease with me 5 years ago to rent the garage each month but I have never made Josh pay as he is a struggling man and a friend rebuilding his life.
The problem is Josh at some point allowed his friend, (after this referred to as Anton) to store items in the garage. Anton's main form of income is a washing machine/refrigerato appliance etc. repair and buyeseller. These appliances are the items being stored in Josh's garage by Anton. This issue was brought to my attention about 2 years ago.
Josh has pleaded with Anton to remove the refrigerators/appliances from the garage as it takes up the majority of the space but Anton claims since Josh doesn't actually pay any rent, Anton refuses to remove the belongings.
I had thought this was resolved a few years ago but just learned it is still ongoing to the point that Josh is trying to pay Anton to move the appliances out. Anton is refusing.
***My question is this: how do I remove Anton's (non-tenant) property from the garage or take title to everything that is Anton's in my garage (but not Josh's) so i can remove it.
I was considering doing something similar to this:

1. Send a certified mailed letter to Anton to cease and desist, giving him notice to remove all of his belongings in the garage within 30 days or legal action would be filed against him. (I would do this in hopes of "scaring" him into complying.) Hopefully solving the problem.
2. After the cease and desist, and 30 days, I would do something similar to when a tenant vacates or abandons their unit but leaves behind personal property. The problem is Anton was never a real tenant, so i am not sure if this is how i would go about taking title to the property to legally remove it. I would de more research but would likely after 30 days, then send a second letter by certified mail giving notice that I am taking ownership over the appliances if not removed within the legally required amount of days. ( Something similar to a mechanics lien/ or something)

I need to do a little more research but I was hoping someone could help me with this situation as it is similar to when a tenant abandons a rental and leaves behind personal property. Have one of your tenants ever left behind a washer and dryer? its trickier because Anton is a non tenant. How do I get title to Anton's property or at least get a court order to have it removed. Is it possible to sue for back rent since he has refused to remove the items for such a long period but Anton is technically not on the lease. I am not sure if appliances are personal property or fit into a different category.
****One extra important thing to note:
When this problem started 2 years ago, when Josh asked Anton to remove the property, Anton threatened to burn the garage down if Josh attempted to remove the appliances (Josh filed this in a police report at that time around 2 years ago).
Tl;DR:
I rent a garage to a tenant. Tenant allowed a friend to store appliances there. Now Tenant cannot get the "friend" to remove the appliances. How do I go about getting the “friend's” appliances out of my tenants garage. I am unsure how long the appliances have been there (2 years?) or if they are consistently switched out over the 2 year period.

Coding a killer program is one thing, but crafting an A-worthy IT assignment? That's a whole different quest. Here's the student scoop on acing those IT papers:
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So I have a second interview this week for a junior role at a non-profit. The first interview after the phone screening was a fairly standard 30 min behavioural interview. But this second interview is an MMI, which I had only heard of because I have friends who applied to med school. From the info I can find online, it seems that it's a format only used for med school admissions. I'm obviously doing my best to prepare, but I'm a bit lost as I can't find any advice on how to prepare for an MMI in the context of a job interview. Is this a new practice for job interviews? Or is this company an outlier?

Over the weekend, I went to my friend's new place. He's my best friend and we were neighbours for over 15 years. So I am already not too thrilled about it but I get it. It's completely fine.
The new place is a mess of boxes and all. My mate, let's call him Nate, knows that I'm not very handy in working with my hands. Pun intended. I can't bolt a screw or hammer a nail or drill a wall. I actually dislike all of that. A childhood thing. So he never asked me for my help. I'm more of a letters guy. I help him out with buearucratic stuff, permits, emails, computer stuff. That is my area and he gets it. We're totally cool about that.
A couple of our friends show up who are exactly what you need to hang the posters and assemble a shelf. Handy guys. One of them, Moe, as soon as he walks in and I haven't seen him in a long time. (Though, I recently helped him with some writing stuff up and such and he was very happy with the results) and starts berating me. "You've gotten fat, you're getting dumb" that kind of banter. I never appreciated it but sometimes I laugh it off if it is done in good spirit.
Now, I visited my friend early morning after I finished my graveyard shift so I'm pretty knackered and Nate knows that I can fall asleep on his couch at any given moment. That's completely fine.
So while Moe is cranking up the measuring tape and pencils and such, I'm falling asleep. I figure it is time to get back home. But he keeps piling on. "You're a useless bum, you can't even drill a hole in the wall" and other stuff like that.
It felt different from previous times. It felt disrespectful. Nate and the other guy are just laughing it away. I grabbed my keys and headed to the door. Moe rushes to me arguing that I shouldn't go, he was joking. It was just banter.
But I didn't want to engage him anymore. I told him it's fine. I just need to get home and sleep it off. He grabbed my arm to stop me from leaving. Nate came out and asked me to stay a bit. But I wasn't having any of it. I really dislike this childish locker room crap. I never engage in it. I ended relationships and friendships before over such things.
I asked Nate to lock the door behind me and I left. Nate and I have nothing between us. We're best mates. We talk everyday. But Moe didn't get back to me even though he showed a bit of remorse towards the end. Maybe his ego won't let him. But as far as I'm concerned, let bygones be bygones but I don't want to hear that crap again. Our friendship depends on it. It also made me relectunt to visit Nate in the coming future. It felt like such a negative environment to be in. It felt emasculating if I'm frank. Oh, and we are all in our late thirties. So I figured I didn't need to hear that crap in my age. I didn't have the patience for it.
Was I the asshole in this?

Hi Yesterday, I had my first tournament in the WTC format. I met some really nice opponents and saw some interesting lists. I had previously seen the WTC maps PDF and was curious how I could play with my list, which consisted almost entirely of monster units. Before this, I had only ever played with friends on tables like I was used to from GW 15 years ago, where I always had great success with my monster list.
At the tournament, I found that a third of the area was cluttered with ruins and there was no other terrain. It seems completely absurd to me, as it practically feels like an empty table for infantry and beast units. Right at the central objective, there is an infinitely high wall, and every time I approach, my opponent sends out a unit to block my path and leaves me no opportunity for interaction.
I am all for strategically using one's army, but it hardly requires much planning, and I practically cannot interact with it if I don't have indirect fire.
It baffles me how Imperial Knights and Chaos Knights are supposed to win with such map layouts. As a newcomer, it seems to me that the map layout was designed to maximally buff infantry units.
I might seem completely crazy, but could someone please explain to me why I'm completely wrong?

Hey adventurers!

I'm relatively new to [StartPlaying](https://startplaying.games/gm/heyitsmainey) and lfgpremium, but have been DMing for my friend group for the past decade. I'd love it if you’d check out my listings and [Discord Server](https://discord.com/invite/HkEsC3R8Eh) to get started!
Here's what I'm running weekly:

Tuesday 10:30 PM EST

Boot Camp! $10 per player

Come learn how to create a character and play DnD. I'll set you up with the tools of how to use Roll20 and play Dungeons & Dragons 5th Edition so you can teach your friends or join games on any of the multiple forums available.

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Colosseum Clash! $15 per player (first session free)

This is a full combat session of 1-3 encounters in 3-5 hrs with rewards varying on difficulty and how well your party did in the encounters

* It’s no-pressure, pop-in-and-out when you can
* After each session, your character gains persistent rewards
* Returning players will have the chance to earn additional seasonal rewards based on fun competitive challenges such as most critical hits scored, highest one-turn damage, least downs, and more!
* Tons of homebrew monsters and a variety of biomes, status effects, and challenges

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This is a Stardew Valley-inspired RP-heavy campaign based on restoring and running a tavern.
* Get to know the local townspeople and set off on adventures for rare crafting materials.
* Set a menu at your tavern where you decide on recipes and amenities offered while trying to make your tavern the best in my original setting of the cozy Emberstone Isles.

Official Modules

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I'm in the 13th grade. A friend of mine came into contact with an old classmate of ours. She is planning to meet up with another classmate and invites both of us to come. The problem is that the other classmate and I have a really troubling relationship. She and I are actually in the same grade. In Germany the last few month of 13th grade are just like 6 days of school in 3 months, so I have not seen her in a while. I was in love with her and I never really found a way to express it properly. The only time I said anything to her was when I wrote her a letter telling her everything. From the info I got that letter made cry and was quite triggering for her. I have an eating disorder and depression, which certainly made the letter even worse as I mentioned both and in how far it connects to my love to her. I feel so terrible ever since and I don't want her to see me. I hurt her and I don't think she wants to see me again. My love for her might be gone, but I can't forgive myself for it(I don't deserve forgiveness anyway). I still feel a lot of shame and disgust for what I've done and by how awful and insane I can be. This all happened a few months ago. Somehow some part of me still wants to see her, but can't get over what I've done. I feel so guilty for wanting that and I think I will not go. My friend told me that it would be fun and that it's probably not as dramatic as I make it to be(I never told him much about this incident), but is that really true? I don't think so, but I am quite known for being a bit dramatic, so maybe I'm just wrong. I really do not want to cause more harm and I can't tell what's the right move here. My instincts haven't been very good or reliable in the past. Should I go or not?
Thanks for any replies

Hey friends! Harrison and Marty here. We would love it if you could help us pick the next song-based episode for the podcast. We have the big ones coming up like Young Cardinals, .44 Caliber Love Letter, and No Transitory, but what would you like us to cover? The song with the most upvotes will be the song covered. Thank you and hopefully you're enjoying the podcast!