[Ça va être long pour que vous ayez tout le contexte et que vous puissiez vous faire le meilleur avis dessus, merci à ceux qui liront et qui me donneront leurs avis extérieur]
Ça fait 2 ans que je traîne avec une fille au lycée. On est tout le temps ensemble, tout le monde sait qu'on traîne qu'à deux mais pendant tout ce temps je lui ai fait de multiples invitations pour qu'on se voir à l'extérieur. Chaque invitations depuis 2ans à été rejetée, je ne compte même plus le nombre de propositions, nous avons fait seulement une sortie (c'était au macdo car elle en avait envie et que son copain n'était pas dispo sur l'heure du midi). La dernière en date était il y a une semaine, mercredi dernier avait lieu la représentation théâtrale du lycée donc je lui ai proposé (plusieurs moi avant), je lui ai redemandé plusieurs fois pour pas qu'elle oublie "je vais en parler avec mon père" c'est ce qu'elle m'a dit une semaine avant la représentation. Le jour même je lui ai demandé si son père était d'accord et elle m'a dit "j'ai oublié je lui demande ce midi", le midi elle me dit qu'il n'était pas là mais qu'elle me dirait le soir ducoup voici approximativement le déroulé de notre conversation: Elle- Je lui demanderais ce soir et je te dirais Moi- au pire tu peux l'appeler et me le passer, je lui expliquerais que c'est pour le lycée Elle- non mais je lui demanderais ce soir t'inquiète pas
Je lui en ai parle toute l'après-midi et à chaque fois elle rajoutais un truc (je dois demande à mon père-> il est pas chez moi donc je l'appelerais ce soir en rentrant-> je suis pas sur qu'il dise oui -> on verra ...) pour chaque solution elle avait une raison de plus.. Le soir en rentrant elle me dit "non mais enfaîte mon père est stricte sur les horaires..... vu que mon frère a fait une overdose de drogue il a peur quand he rentre tard, il me laissera jamais rester jusqu'à 22h" (elle à 19 ans, j'ai 16 ans au passage)
Comment je dois le prendre ?? Je suis une mauvaise influence pour elle ??? Je veux dire je suis gentille avec tout le monde, j'ai déjà parlé une fois à son papa et il me dit bonjour à chaque fois qu'on se croisé. Je vois pas pourquoi il laisserais pad aller sa fille à une REPRÉSENTATION DU LYCÉE """LYCÉE"" C'est pas comme si je vendais de la drogue ou quoi. Je suis vraiment soûler.
Bref il y a plein d'autre chose comme par exemple: J'habite sur sa route donc quand je vais au lycée je l'attend et on fait les 10 minutes restarts ensemble. Mais quand je suis en retard quelques minutes elle parts au lycée en voiture et me dit "bon bah je suis partis avec mon père ducoup" elle ne me propose même pas de venir me chercher vite fait pour que ça mérite de courir (pareil en 2ans elle ne m'a pas proposé un seule fois de me chercher en voiture même si il pleuvait alors que je vais au lycée à pied et que je suis à 35/40 minutes à pieds di lycée)
Enfin bon je sais pas si c'est moi qui me fait des idées pour rien, mais ça me fait mal de voir que la seule copine avec qui je traîne ne me donne aucune attention en dehors du lycée. Mercii d'avoir lu 😕

This is directed at fellow aspirants who are on the younger side, say mid-20s and below.
For most of my life I took pride in not having any problems with substance abuse. I grew up in a state that legalized recreational marijuana pretty early on, and most of my friends growing up smoked tobacco, weed, or both. Despite being surrounded by smoke (literally sometimes) I never developed any kind of social or habitual use of the Devil's Lettuce. When I joined the Marine Corps I was surrounded by alcoholics, I worked in bars as well as a bouncer. I met high functioning alcoholics who drank most of their calories and still outperformed all their peers, and guys whose lives were ruined by drinking habits. I drank at the Ball, and every once in a while would go out and act like a retard at a nightclub. But I never developed any kind of habit and a six pack in my fridge would last me months. Looking at all this I would say to myself "Hell yeah bro, I have no vices, my body is a Shaolin Temple, I am the epitome of discipline and good training habits, let's fucking go."
But that wasn't really true, because there was something that took up an inordinate amount of my time and attention. This thing would get in the way of training, personal goals, and even social obligations and that thing was video games.
I fucking love video games, and I've been playing them for years. As a socially inept probably autistic teenager I played video games to escape my problems. They were a safe space and a little world I could escape into and learn new things, and travel, and be a hero and do cool shit. As a Marine in some pretty shitty units video games served basically the same purpose. Feeling depressed? Video games. Bad day at work? Video games. Lot of homework? Video games. Sergeant Shithead breathing down my neck? Video games.
And it's not like they were destroying my life. I was a high performer. I hit the gym everyday, graduated with honors, and had a better attention span than most of my peers. But they were absolutely, totally holding me back from getting to the next level.
I'm in the process of moving and as I was packing up my shit and taking stock of my time here I realized that if I had managed my time better and played less video games I probably could have graduated with a 4.0 and got a blue belt in BJJ. I sure as shit would be better prepared for Camp Mackall.
So I sold all my consoles (yes, consoles plural) yesterday. I feel so much more free now. It was a difficult decision, but I called my Mom (shoutout Moms bro) and kept her on the line so I wouldn't back out.
We tend to think of addiction as a dramatic thing involving fentanyl and homelessness, but sometimes we get addicted to goofy ass shit on the internet (especially my fellow Zoomers). I almost think this story would be less embarrassing if it was a "I was addicted to crack, and now I'm now on the path to being a Green Beret" but that wasn't how it went down. I just got really into Minecraft when I was 12 and it's just been a problem ever since.
If you're in a position where you're doing good, but deep down you feel you could be doing better. Take a look at your habits, identify what habit is getting in your way; could be video games, tiktok, pornography, a substance, television series, etc. Then cut that shit out. If you could moderate it, it wouldn't be a problem in the first place. Replace that shit with hobbies or training that you've been "meaning to do but just never found the time for". The hardest part for me was making the decision, actually selling the stuff was easy. Call a friend or family member you trust and tell them what you're doing so you have someone holding you accountable.
This post is a little more personal than what I usually write, but this really was a big life moment for me and I figure it could be helpful to someone dealing with some similar shit.
Anyways that selection date is getting closer. I'm gonna go for a walk. Peace bitches.
TL;DR do coke, fuck goth chicks.

Me (19m) ,her (19f) got to meet her in a random gc in Instagram joined that grp because my friends suggested to (I had no experience in random gc whatever) First day just followed her because she seemed cool(actually the coolest in the gc) I act like a retard in the gc ( backchodi on top ) and the first time we talked we had a moment where I told something deep and she said ( tum deep the itne pta nhi tha 😭) 🙂got off from there
Fast forward day 3 and we're already flirting 😭soo much and on 4-5 th day (I definitely don't remember) she just casually said something which felt like we're in a relationship 7th day and we're offical but but but......NONE OF US INITIATED IT
THE RELATIONSHIP JUST STARTED ON A MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING THAT WE'RE DATING and we don't know when our relationship actually started 😭
Fast forward several months we're cool and happy as a couple we get less time to talk but always make it up to each other !!

Nature of Humanity Ch 67 A NoP fic
Under Pressure Part 10
A Fanfic of u/SpacePaladin15’s work “The Nature of Predators.” Thank you for the story!
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Memory transcription subject: Silvera, Factory 13 Manager
Date [standardized human time]: November 4th, 2136
If it wasn't for the clearly artificial sky above my head someone could possibly convince me I was outside in a new park. The neon blue screen with a white dot to represent the sun was nothing like the actual pale gray visage a mile above. Yet, it did have an enjoyable warmth to it.
A smooth artificial wind swept through the saplings ensuring that they would develop healthy stress wood. It also pleasantly cooled the fur of anyone in here, providing a nice little respite from the heater simulating the sun's unbearable hatred of us. Fuck you fake sun!
Any flora used to decorate the park would be exotic to Frozen Mountain, even if it came from the nearby tundra, but my humans decided to do something interesting. While they had covered most of the ground with a soft short-growing Terran clover, they chose to make the rest of the decorative plants functional. All of the saplings were different types of fruit trees that, when mature, would be free for anyone to harvest as much as they want. Even the decorative topiary isn't hardy tasteless plants, but berry bushes that would provide a variety of sweet treats relatively soon.
Agurcorp was more than happy to allow its failed startup out here to be turned into a local park. Well, so long as they didn't have to pay for this expensive mistake of theirs. The Mayor was all too happy with this, especially since my humans were happy to let him have all the credit so long as they got to design the park. With voting season right around the corner, the Mayor that ‘Brought life to this blighted land’ was a shoo-in to get re-elected. Or would be if he also wasn't ‘The idiot who allowed predators into the city.’
With everything that's happened I am still a bit surprised at everyone currently enjoying the park. A small herd of Venlil are exercising in the open field. A family of Gojids are walking along the cobblestone path. All the while, some humans are playing a very weird game of throwing a round plastic plate into chain nets. It's almost as if this city didn't have two separate riots on the same day.
The sound of wheels traveling across a bumpy path caught my attention. I glanced across the way to see an embarrassed-looking John driving an electric wheelchair over to me. His eyes locked onto mine before quickly switching to the ground. He tried to laze in a chair designed to enforce good posture and looked rather silly as he adjusted himself.
He came to a stop just a foot away from where I sat, “Hey Silv… I, uh… I don't actually need the wheelchair but Mikvia threatened to break my legs if I didn't use it, so I'm just humoring her.”
Oh, don't freaking tell me. Why are humans like this… “John… you were hospitalized with a punctured lung. Sure, doctors have some miracles they can perform these days, but you know you shouldn't be stressing yourself by walking.”
He huffed, “Please, I'm fine. Really. It wasn't as serious as everyone is making it out to be.”
I thumped my hind paw against the ground, “John.”
He threw his hands into the air with a huff, “I'm in the damn wheelchair ain't I? Gawd…”
He grasped his nose before calming down, “I apologize. Shouldn't have raised my voice like that. I mean… I am using the wheelchair and not lifting stuff. Doctor's orders. They even said getting out in this park would be fine. Said it might even help!”
We let out a deep sigh together. I hopped down from my bench and back up onto his lap, “Let's go for a ride… while we figure… us out…”
I could see John's guard drop as the exhaustion crept back onto his face, “...alright...” He pressed his controls forward, and we slowly began our first lap of the park.
John wrapped one of his lanky ape arms around me like a fleshy seatbelt and I laid my head on his chest appreciating the contrast of his warmth with the cool artificial breeze. I could have slept like this. The beating of his heart was rhythmic, and his deep breaths sounded a bit like waves washing up on a shore.
I even heard his heart quicken as I cleared my throat, “So… we aren't really dating are we?”
His exhaustion was quickly replaced with unease as he started to fidget a little, “I'm sorry…”
I held his hand and stared into the ocean blue eyes of his, “Don't be sorry. I think we were both drunk when we agreed to go on a date…”
He shook his head, “I still should have said something before then.”
It wasn't like I couldn't have taken the initiative and talked to him sooner too, “I know you were going through a lot. Actually, I know you still are… I'm really only able to guess but… Are you one of the types that thinks Xeno-dating is weird?”
He looked ashamed as he scrambled to smooth things over, “I- No- well, yes- but- it's just… ok. Let me start over… alright… yeah… so… uhm… the thing is… how do I put this… it sounds bad… well, it is bad… it’s just…”
My tail wagged involuntarily at the rather cute display of embarrassment radiating from John. I leaned in and let him have a doey-eyed look to help heap the embarrassment on.
It felt like John tried to stop the next words from rolling out of his mouth, “Sometimes I have trouble thinking of you all as people.”
John came to a complete stop as I just stared at him wide-eyed. My brain struggled to grasp what he was saying and the implications of it. He cringed and covered his face with his hands, “Gawd, that sounds horrible. It's just… It's not as bad with you and the others… I talk to y’all a lot. It's easier for it to click that you are people too.”
I was desperately trying to see this from his angle, “Wha- why does this happen in the first place?”
His hands drug down his face trying to drag the flesh with it, “I think it’s cause you are always naked. Like your back brace helps a little bit, but still everything else is… That and I hear your voice and the chip in my head then gives it meaning. Like its disjointed. Then it's the way your body language works and- and- fuck. Just…. Fuck me man. I don't even think that's all that's wrong with me. It’s just… like you look, sound, and smell like animals. It's just not really what my mind had in place for aliens. So- like- ugh! Why can't I just explain it!?”
It's difficult to explain, but his words connected to a deep sad memory, “It's like everything is just too… slightly wrong…”
It felt like I had been whisked back decades to my own childhood. I could still smell the bleached halls of the Venlil orphanage on Nevis. My heart whimpered when the Sivkits who came to adopt me shuddered with fear and disgust. Their strange voices sounded slow as they spoke a strange version of Klipic. Like hearing a pale imitation of yourself, try and pretend to be just like you.
My eyes locked with his as I carried on “It’s like you look at them and a part of you knows what they are, but your brain just snaps back to… to what you think reality is.”
I could see a glimmer of hope well up with his tears, “Y-you know? I-Iv've felt like such a monster! How can I- How can I look them in the eyes when they took me in and say- say- that I can't see them as people sometimes!? After everything they've done for me?! They want to adopt me and I- I- I can't even!”
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he buried his face in mine. It felt like he could crush me with his arms, yet they held me gently. What was causing me pain was this damn back brace. The blasted thing was trying to force my arms down while it hunched me over. I wiggled out of John's embrace and ripped the freaking thing off and chucked it as far as I could before burying myself in his embrace again.
We held each other as he drew in shuddering breaths and let his emotions flow out. John’s grip eventually began to loosen and we both took a moment to calm down. I gently tugged at the shirt covering John's torso, “So… Us not wearing clothes constantly is… disconnecting for you?”
He nodded his head, “Y-yeah… It’s like… every person I have ever known wears clothes. Animals never wear clothes and at most wear like a collar or harness if someone owns them. Then a few months ago, a bunch of nudist aliens show up and… well, my brain lops them into the animal category and the translator isn't helping.”
I glanced down at my body and suddenly felt… exposed, “So now that I am no longer wearing clothes…”
He cringed, “You look more like a large rabbit thing than a person… when you had the brace on it helped a little, but you were on all fours… When you were wearing your weather suit and had your hood off, It felt like you were a person, just different.”
An idea crossed into my skull, “Ok then… so your brain attaches personhood with a level of nudity, body plan, and familiarity… take your shirt off and give it to me- Don't give me that look! I know you’re male and are far less sensitive about people seeing your nipples. So gimme.”
He begrudgingly took off his shirt, revealing a pelt of fur that caught me off guard. I shook off the confusion as I slipped his shirt overhead and stuck my arms through the sleeves. It immediately tried to slip down my body and off. Mostly due to how large the hole for his head is, but also due to my utter lack of true shoulders. Another gift of my freak mutation. The ability to walk upright as well as sprint on all fours like a fucking Arxur.
I bunched up the collar and knotted it on itself, solving the slipping issue. With a small twirl, I spun in a circle, “So how is this?”
A smile formed on his face, “You look adorable!”
I happily flicked my tail, “Is that girlfriend adorable or pet animal adorable?”
His grin beamed with happy, mischievous energy, “Little sister adorable.”
I stomped my hind paw again, “Wha- why?!”
He held out his arms and I hopped back into his embrace, “Its cause it's my shirt. Jamie would wear my clothes sometimes, and they were so baggy on him, and well… on you that's practically a sundress! … you’d look really nice in like… a yellow sundress with like a straw hat.”
My mind tried and failed to make an image to match his description, “Hrm… well… I wouldn't know where to even start getting a… sundress.”
John carried on like clothes shopping was a normal intergalactic thing, “You would have to go to a tailor and have it custom-made. Like you already had to adjust my shirt cause you don't have shoulders like we or the Gojids do.”
We sat in a comfortable silence as John started the wheelchair back on its path. I almost fell asleep in his arms before I asked, “So… Are we dating?”
John didn't hesitate to bend over and freaking bite the top of my head! I, rather fruitlessly, slapped my paws against his face as fast as I could and only managed to elicit a laugh from him. Jumping up, I got a mouth full of his cheek in my teeth.
I made sure not to crush as I mimicked what he had done to me back, “Ah! The turns! They've tabled! I'm sorry! We're dating! Augh!” I spit out the lump of flesh between my teeth and sat down rather proudly.
It was only then I looked around to see most of the nearby groups staring at us. As well as three silver suited flame whack jobs walking our way. One of them held up his paws to try and seem as big as possible, “YOU! PREDATORS! DON'T MOVE!”
John growled at them, “YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
The trio froze in their steps and reached for weapons they didn't have. The boldest one took another step forward and shouted, “SHUT UP PREDATOR!”
John held his issued jacket up, letting the reflective emblem of the guild shine for all to see, “I WORK WITH YOU NUMB NUTS! I'M JOHN! ADOPTED SON OF YOUR FUCKING CHIEF! RING ANY BELLS?”
The trio halted in their tracks and the most skittish of them turned a one-eighty on their paws and began to walk away. The boldest one’s paws slowly dropped, “J-John?! I- I've never seen you without the mask or artificial pelt… wait! You're supposed to be in the hospital!”
Johns voice grew cold, “They said I could go out around the park so long as I mostly stayed in the chair. If it pleases you, you can talk to Loke. He's right over there with his wife and two kids. I bet he'd be thrilled to learn you three are going around accusing people of being predators.”
The bold moron took a fearful half step back, “D-d-d-d-don't twist my words! You bit her and she bit you back! I have witnesses! That's predatory!”
John leaned back and stroked the fur on my cheek, “No, it’s erotic.”
I could see the gears turning in the bold one's head grind, “What.”
John pressed his lips into my neck, “Ya know… sexy. It’s like… gently grooming your significant other's neck from behind but more playful.”
They looked revolted, “That's disgusting.”
John cocked his head to the side like a confused Gojid, “That’s odd.”
The look of revulsion quickly transitioned back to confusion, “What?”
A smirk grew on John's face as his fingers massaged into the sore muscles on my back, “It's just, that’s exactly what your mom said last night, but she grew to like it.”
I slapped my paws to my mouth to avoid laughing as the rage flared up in the bold one's eyes, “WHAT!?”
I let out a happy purr as John began to work at my sore muscles and utterly humiliate the idiot bothering us, “Yeeeeah. You weren't supposed to find out like this, but I'm your dad now.”
Their ears pinned back in rage, “You're lying to me.”
John waved a hand at our surroundings, “We are in a hermetically sealed park. There is no way for any significantly threatening animal to get in here. You are only here looking for trouble and I assure you, this will be looked into. Go clean your nose and keep it clean. Understood?”
They both tucked their tails, “Understood, sir.”
John nodded his head and calmed his tone, “Dismissed.”
As the trio of troublemakers left, we sat in relative silence as John continued to work away at the stress in my muscles. If you proved this was how humans prepared their food before eating it, I would argue that it's still worth it.
His rough voice messaged my ears, “Hey Silv?”
I stretched and enjoyed the pops my spine made as it took its natural shape, “Hrm?”
A hint of curiosity hung in his voice, “Why did you understand what I meant? Shouldn't… You've lived with aliens being a part of everyday life for… Like… ever right?”
I slumped against John and thought. Dredging up old memories that I almost wished I didn't have, “It was… a very long time ago. My doctor told me I was making up false memories to cover up a traumatic event and make it to where I was normal and everyone around me were the weird ones…”
I could hear John doubt my doctor's claims, “That sounds… fishy.”
Despite John's odd word choice, the meaning still fit perfectly, “It feels like it, but I just have no proof. I swear to you, I remember running along a beach, with my parents on two legs. Every Sivkit I knew as a child walked on two legs. It’s like… well…”
I grabbed John's hand to stop it from distracting me, “One day I woke up, and I was unbelievably cold. I thought I was a corpse. There was this strange… tentacle thing with bulgy eyes standing above me. His words didn't match his lips, but I understood him. It was terrifying.”
“He scooped me up and started running. Said I was in grave danger, and he was going to keep me safe. I didn't trust him one bit. He jumped into some strange ship and told me I had to be very quiet. The bad people would attack us if they heard either of us talking.”
“Eventually, he crashed the ship into something and pulled me out of it. I was surprised to see we had been on a submarine that entire time. That and the sky was the wrong color. I didn't even have an opportunity to think about it as he carried me to a weird looking vehicle that once again surprised me as a giant wall turned into a window.”
“I had never even heard of spaceships before, and I watched as we went up and just moved into space like it was nothing. He tried to calm me down, but he told me my parents were dead. I- just remember sobbing in his tentacles for hours. Eventually, I calmed down enough for him to play with me.”
“For a few days it was just me and him. Then we met up with another ship, and he left that one to drift in the void. He said we were meeting his friend Aylin on Nevis… a Venlil colony not too far from here, actually. I got to meet more aliens on that ship but Kalova- sorry that was the name of the Kolshian who took me out here. Kalova didn't want me to talk about anything to anyone. Said to just say I was his adopted daughter, and he just got a job on Nevis managing the new colony.”
“He never saw it. I didn't know what they were at the time but the Arxur attacked. They were trying to raid the colony and the Gojids and Venlil where desperately trying to protect it. I remember the alarm going off the second the ship’s captain announced we were leaving FTL. Kalova sprinted through the ship carrying me. He placed me in an escape pod just before that terrible lizard spotted us. He pulled the lever and my pod jettisoned down to the surface.”
“I was in that pod for three days before the Venlil found me and put me in an orphanage. Every time I met other Sivkits… they made my skin crawl. There's something wrong with all of them. I swear to you, we Sivkits are supposed to walk on two legs. We also aren't supposed to be that… stupid. Between how they talk being just… off, and the fact what they said was often either retarded or downright wrong, I couldn't ever feel like one of the so-called Grand Herd.”
“Eventually, I aged out. Graduated college, top of my class. And started working out here when they began to rebuild my plant after it burned down. That’s all there… Well, there is more, but It's not actually relevant to your question.”
John leaned down and kissed the top of my head, “Thank you for sharing that with me.”
I groomed the tip of his nose in return, “You're welcome. … Hey John?”
I could see a small bit of… hope in the back of his eyes, “Yes Silv?”
“Can you tell me about your past?”
He frowned as memories came back to him, yet he smiled still. “Yeah… it’s not a happy story either.”
I pressed myself into him, “Well… we can both be sad together, at least.”
John's hands began to absentmindedly work through my fur again, “Yeah… That doesn't sound as bad.”
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Important question, do you want a chapter dedicated to John retelling his story? Or would you like it smash cut out in favor of more of their first real date? I am not sure how I want to do it and am happy with both, so please let me know.
John and Silvera finally had the relationship talk! Woooooo! John's confessed something he'd rather never bring up, but knows he needs to address to start living a happy life with his new family. Aaaaand, It's time for Silvera’s tragic backstory! (Trademark pending). Strange names though, right? Kalova… weird how John's old boss has a missing brother with the same name as an alien Ivan the Arxur knows! And Aylin… strange they share a name with Talen's dead wife! Man that's just weird!
Special thanks to u/JulianSkies for proofreading! Seriously it felt like my eyes were melting out of my skull and your feedback was everything I needed!
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Welcome back to the Asylum write-up, where we explore the decade-long slow-motion car crash that is the Emilie Autumn fandom.
Sorry this installment took so long to upload! Just a heads-up, I may take some time to deliver the last one too – these posts take forever to format on Reddit's finicky-ass editor, and my dumb real life is currently keeping me from precious Internet time. Thank you for your patience! You have my word that everyone who pre-ordered the final installment will receive a PERSONAL, HANDWRITTEN letter autographed and illustrated by me, a list of the snacks I consumed while composing this write-up, some exclusive behind-the-scenes secrets, and a pony.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4.1 – Part 4.2 Part 5

Places, everyone This is a test Throw your stones Do your damage Your worst, and your best (...) And if I had a dollar For every time I repented the sin And commit the same crime I'd be sitting on top of the world today (“God Help Me”, 2006🎵)

Quick recap of where we left off. First, there were five to ten halcyon years of pleasant and meaningful interactions between EA and her blossoming fanbase, prominently by way of her official forum. Then, circa 2009-2010, EA's online presence shifted towards sudden anger outbursts, ban-hammering, and an increasingly top-down communication style.
This created a sort of primordial rift within the fanbase, between those who supported EA's right to speak her mind and regulate her own fan spaces however she pleased – and those who thought that her reactions were rude and inappropriate (at best), and that even fan spaces should allow for reasonable, non-abusive criticism of the artist.
Between a poorly-handled book release (see Part 3), the controversial (Part 2) or dubiously true (Part 4) contents of said book, and serious shade from various former collaborators (Part 5), more and more fans had pressing thoughts about EA's work ethic and choices. EA attempted damage control through drastic forum rules that made it virtually impossible to voice any “serious” critical opinion. It didn't work, of course: instead of squashing the mutiny, she created a schism.
Critical fans and active haters started congregating on unofficial platforms.

“WITH MUFFINS LIKE THIS, WHO NEEDS ENEMIES?”: TROLL LIKE A GIRL

So here we were, the early 2010s. The official forum (which had about 700 members in 2006, if you recall) was now thousands-strong, reaching just over 12,000 registered users in 2012 – not all of them active, but still. In terms of sheer numbers and content creation, the party was POPPIN'... but increasingly in parts of the Asylum that escaped EA's jurisdiction, such as Tumblr, where they could speak their mind freely.

You play the victim very well You've built your self-indulgent hell You wanted someone to understand you Well, be careful what you wish for, because I do (“I Know Where You Sleep”, 2006🎵)

In one wing of Asylum Tumblr, a smattering of call-out blogs emerged, which laid out EA's various lies, faux pas, shitty takes, and general deep-seated terribleness in detailed timelines and screenshots (or, short of that, long-winded bullet points). While many such blogs framed it as “serious” whistleblowing and did their best to remain as fact-based and neutral as they could, there was some genuine disgust, animosity and creepiness towards EA on that side of Tumblr; for some ex-fans, “exposing the truth” was mostly justify obsessive hatred, prying and verbal abuse. Some, for instance, felt the bizarre need to side with EA's mother in their estrangement. (One user, with the URL “emilyautumnfischkopf”, argued in a serious and down-to-earth tone - but with zero sources - that EA's upbringing had been nothing but peaceful and supportive until she ungratefully kicked her loving family to the curb for no reason at all. They were later revealed 🔍 to have an alternate handle as “eaisalyingcunt”.)
Either way, through these blogs, a number of potential drama bombs that had mostly flown under the radar were dredged up from over the years – some of which were hard to ignore, even for supportive fans. Where to begin?
There was that nonsense in-joke song, captured twice on camera during the 2009 tour (to very little outrage, at the time), crassly called “Manatee Retard”📺. Or EA's scathing response, in print, to a wheelchair user who found it insensitive that she used a bedazzled wheelchair as a prop to do sexy acrobatics on stage. (“Your offence taken at my hard-won self-acceptance proves that I indeed have something to fight against”, she wrote). Spoken word tracks where she made trivializing knock-knock jokes about serious mental illnesses she didn't have, like schizophrenia and OCD. Multiple instances of calling Britney Spears a “bimbo” and a “Hollywood fucked-up”, resentfully claiming that she only shaved her head because she was “hopped up on drugs” and certainly not because she was “bipolar”, a word the press liked to wield as an insult anyway. (“That's almost like calling someone a retard!” Yeah, heaven forbid.) The meanest, most distasteful paragraphs in the book. Basically everything problematic EA had ever said or written.📝 In retrospect, it had been a long time coming, but it was a lot to take in – and certainly more off-putting, even to less emotionally invested fans, than silly lies about her age and last name.
In another wing of Asylum Tumblr, some fans had had it up to here and just wanted to have fun. 🎵 If Plague Rats had learned one valuable lesson from EA, it was how to crack a joke in the face of absurd tragedy – and the general state of the EA fandom certainly warranted a few.
In 2012, Fight Like a Girl was released. After six long years, three of which had been peaceful, the Opheliac era was officially over. The new album and ensuing tour confirmed that the Asylum had entered a process of glamorous Broadway-style militarization. 🎵📺
The mood board was “Roman general meets Vegas showgirl meets Victorian street urchin”.🪞 The color palette was, to naysayers, “musty pink and rotten, stale piss yellow”. 🐀 The keyword was “REVENGE” (through the power of... self-expression! sorority! brutal assault with rusty medical implements!). The chorus of the title song had an intriguing run-on line about getting “revenge on the world, or at least 49% of the people in it” 🎵 – which seemed like an awful lot, and was widely interpreted (to cheers, boos, or uncomfortable sighs) as a misandrist jab at literally all men on Earth.
The show was essentially a demo version of the musical, in that the setlist vaguely reflected the order of events in the story – but prior reading was essential in order to get what the hell was going on on stage. This one Broadway reviewer had not perused the literature before seeing the show 🔍, and hated: the set, the choreography, the skits, the plot, the lyrics, the music, the concept. (Seriously, you should read the review. It's not even my show and I feel like quitting show business.)
Pre-show VIP encounters, now violin-free, were lorded over by EA's new manager🐀, whose official title was “Asylum Headmistress”. (Interesting choice – she sounds fun!) The swag bags were less substantial than before, and the “greet” part of the meet-and-greet was rarely more than a quick hug and photo op.
On Twitter, EA continued to embrace her “I am very badass” fronting attitude...

Often wonder if cyberbullies r aware they’re fucking w/ a girl who’s BFs w/ maker of the SAW films & is marrying a knife-throwing scorpion. (🐀📝)

...and her taste for needlessly inflammatory statements. About an aisle sign in a supermarket:

If this does not infuriate you, then you're a fucking potato.

(Again with the confounding crypto-ableism, EA! 🔍) She also went through a phase of raging against Lady Gaga 📝, who had stolen her idea of using a wheelchair on stage as an able-bodied woman. 🔍 That failed to convince anyone that she wasn't the histrionic diva that haters made her out to be.
Spurred on by EA's rallying cries and “us vs them” mentality, loyalists turned the white-knighting up to 11. On Twitter, some Plague Rats got into cat fights with Lady Gaga's Little Monsters (what a time to be alive). Others tried to balance out the Tumblr negativity with initiatives like “Spreading a Plague of Love” – a “positive-only” confession blog, whose extreme fangirling, comically drastic rules and hyper-defensive tone📝 did not debunk the increasingly popular notion that “true Plague Rats” were a bunch of authoritarian and hopelessly brainwashed fanatics.
EA truthers and other anti-fans started lashing out at anyone who dared express any positive opinion of EA, solidifying claims that the backlash against EA was just a conspiracy of bitter, hysterical bullies.
All this to say: every passing day brought new reasons for fans to get mad at EA and each other, and everyone in the Asylum was in need of a laugh. It's not easy having a good time.🦠
Leading up to Fight Like a Girl and in the years that followed, user-submission-based meme blogs took off, most notably “Spreading a Plague of Lulz / Troll Like a Girl”. A lot of the early submissions were absurdist humor and toothless, cheezburger-Impact memes (a style that was, oddly, already dated at the time). Those often originated in good fun, and from loyal fans, on the official forum. But there was also true snark, satirizing EA's questionable ethics, outrageous claims, and easily spoofed artistic gimmicks. A new slang of Asylumspeak emerged: Glittertits (slight NSFW), GAGA!!, EA Gusta and all its memeface variants, Get outta mah house!, Are You Suffering?, Fight Like A Goat, [Random celebrity] copied EA (a subgenre in its own right), ...
Most of the “trolling” was directed at unrepentant bootlickers and, to a lesser extent, red-in-the-face haters and creeps. Meme blogs would post joke comments under “serious” or gushing submissions on Wayward Victorian Confessions, and taunt loyalist accounts by tagging them in their posts. When a few people complained on WVC that almost all of the Bloody Crumpets to date had been thin white able-bodied women, and a few fans responded by sharing their dream-casts for a more diverse line-up, the blog was flooded for days with confessions that “X should be a Crumpet” (candidates included RuPaul, Mitt Romney, Nicki Minaj, EA's therapist, and the WVC admins). Farcical shenanigans like that.
Ah, but some people will always cross the line, won't they. EA threads popped up on merciless, bully-friendly snark platforms like Lolcow, Pretty Ugly Little Liar, and Encyclopedia Dramatica. Snarkers with a mean streak and obsessive haters mingled in some of the more aggressive, 4-chan-spirited retaliation against EA – which would be called “brigading” in modern parlance. This included flooding EA's Goodreads page with one-star reviews (see part 4), repeatedly editing her Wikipedia page to include her legal name and birth year, and ensuring that Googling said name would bring up current pictures of her.
All of this compounded agitation fragmented the once-united fandom beyond recognition.🦠 Through substantial disagreements among fans, personal bickerings, layers upon layers of inscrutable in-jokes, and cross-platform telephone games, the Asylum morphed into a booby-trapped Escher room.
Satire blogs were taken in earnest. Earnest fan blogs scanned as satire. Memes would get called out as abuse. Appreciation without attached criticism would get mocked as bootlicking. Obvious jokes made by EA would be taken at face value. One divisive confession could trigger days and days of debate, to the point that WVC eventually banned confessions in response to other confessions. New waves of infighting created a confusing web of rival sub-factions🐀, each accusing the others of being toxic, cliquish, and delusional.
The shared fantasy was broken, the collective vision had crumbled, no onez was speaking the same language anymore. Fans would jump down the throat of other fans who held almost identical views about EA, except for that one thing she said or did that one time. Everyone had differing thoughts on what should or shouldn't acceptable to discuss, question, excuse, make fun of.
War is hell.

SCORCHED EARTH SHENANIGANS: HONEY, I SHRUNK THE ASYLUM

Would you tear my castle down Stone by stone And let the wind run through my windows Till there was nothing left But a battered rose? (“Castle Down”, 2003🎵)

Haters vs sycophants is not really the kind of conflict where one side can come out on top (if you're participating, you've already lost). But in the long tug-of-war between “grassroots” and “EA-sponsored” fan spaces, the ultimate winner is obvious – in that the former is gasping in agony, a shriveled husk of its former glory, while the latter... is non-existent. This is due in no small part to EA's tendency, like the Czars of old, to settle conflicts by setting Moscow on fire.🔍)
That's not entirely fair: unlike EA, the czar only did it that once.
By early 2013, as EA was gearing up for her third Fight Like a Girl tour at the end of the year, the official forum was... not as lively as it once had been. Not just because of the stifling rules and disgruntlement towards EA, or because EA herself hadn't really posted anything on there in years; the Internet was also changing, and forums in general were fast becoming passé.
This made it difficult for EA to create a safe space where she could talk to fans, and fans could talk to and about her, in a way she deemed suitable (ie, a space she could gate-keep and regulate enough to keep it completely free from negative criticism). Social media was a minefield; she still posted regularly, but didn't interact very much. So EA and the Headmistress came up with a way to filter out the unbelievers: an official fan club📝, aptly called the “Asylum Army”, with a $100 entry price.
Joining the AA came with a dog tag, a sew-on patch, and a lifetime membership certificate signed by EA and – for some reason – the Headmistress. (Unlike EA's best friend and sound engineer back in the forum's heyday, I don't think fans ever really embraced the FLAG-era manager as part of the Asylum in-group. She came across more as a coordinator / businessperson / adult chaperone, at best.🐀) So, slightly better goodies than you'd get by joining the other AA 🔍 ... but not by much. The main appeal was that members would have access to exclusive content, special merch, giveaways, early bird tickets for future shows, and regular video chats with EA.
The concept itself drew a fair amount of criticism, as you can imagine. Between the name🐀, the price, and the inherent gatekeeping of a pay-to-join fanclub, many balked at the monetizing of a concept that had once (like, three years back) been significantly more DIY, grassroots, and inclusive. 📝🐀
Then again, many also longed for a positive, drama-free space where fans could just be fans. And while the creation of the AA was generally recognized as a quick cashgrab, a lot of people were surprisingly cool with it. EA was trying to finance her dream musical, after all – although a number of fans wished she had gone about raising funds in a less sketchy way.
So around 400 fans shelled out (which, according to the Headmistress📝, “basically cover[ed] the cost of running the fanclub itself – keeping the database up, website, etc.”). Enough for a close-knit, but sizable community. But already, there was a conflict of interest: a high fanclub entry fee essentially demands that you pledge loyalty to the artist over loyalty to your fellow fans, who wish to join but can't afford to. Sharing, caring, and ensuring no one felt left out were some of the more positive values cultivated in the fandom... but leaking exclusive content would surely piss off other paying members🐀, and make EA feel betrayed all over again. (And she had barely just started to mellow out on social media!)
...But then again, this is the internet. After the first month of secret AA drops (lyric sheets, some photoshoot outtakes – nothing too juicy, really), there were, yes, some leaks. EA was predictably miffed, and retaliated by... ghosting the fanclub for weeks at a time in its first few months of existence (great look!). She eventually found the “solution” to her problem, by providing something you couldn't right-click-save (and which had been part of the promised perks to begin with): live interaction.
Over webcam, she was her usual in-person bubbly, charming, funny self. Everyone seemingly had a good time during the fanclub video chat, and this gave people faith and hope.
There were a few more events, giveaways, etc. As promised, ahead of the fall 2013 tour (the last one to date, it would turn out), AA members got priority access to show tickets and VIP bundles. The latter were much pricier than before, and only included soundcheck, a photo-op, and three goodies: a tin of loose-leaf tea, a signed printer-paper setlist, and a small flag that said “F.L.A.G.”.🔍 Some stuff continued to leak – but, as some of the outlaws pointed out (scroll down to the Disqus comments), they were mostly relaying information that was relevant to the entire fanbase, such as updates about ongoing projects (the dragged-out recording of the audiobook, for one).
In early 2014, lifetime memberships were closed, and replaced with monthly, quarterly and yearly subscription tiers. Bizarrely, you ended up paying $3 more per month if you bought a $99 yearly subscription📝 – but it did include the patch, dog tag, and piece of paper!

Sometimes I kind of want to be part of the cool kids and register to the Asylum Army. Then I remember how it came about, what you could get for the same price a couple years ago, how the whole thing was and is handled, and that I won’t support any of this bullshit. (And then I roll around naked in all the money I’m saving.) (🐀)

Still, a number of fans rejoiced at the affordable monthly option, and joined – if not for the exclusive content and merch (which were... okay, but not much to write home about), then for the friendly, drama-free exchanges with an artist they actually did love, in spite of all the frustration.
For the still-too-poor or still-undecided, there was always the forum! It wasn't as active as it used to be, but a few die-hards still managed to keep the lights on... until, inevitably, Someone Did Something and Ruined Everything. (Once again: EA's wrath is spectacular, but rarely completely unprovoked.) The incident features one notable figure in the Asylum community. Let's call him the Collector.
OK, so maybe you remember the meme I linked to in Part 4, with Christian Grey and the ginormous EA hoard. Well, that's the Collector's collection. The “Violin” promo that I called the "Holy Grail of the fandom" in the same paragraph? Also his. The handwritten lyrics that went for $940? Guess who won that auction. Over the years, the Collector had probably spent five figures on EA merch and shows, and although that fact was a little unsettling, he was a very active, easy-going, and generally well-liked fixture of the fandom.
One day in 2012, shortly after the Headmistress had replaced EA's old Chicago BFF as main forum admin, the Collector's account got banned or restricted over something dumb. When the ban wasn't lifted as quickly as he hoped, he took it... the way one takes things when one is unhealthily invested: he started spamming Headmistress and the mod team with increasingly rambling and abusive emails (lost to time, probably for the best). When that didn't work quickly enough, he tried a different route.
One of the many auctions that the Collector had won, some years prior, was EA's old iPod Touch📝 – which contained all of her favorite tunes and, buried somewhere in the data cache... a phone number. Which the Collector tried calling. And wouldn't you know it: EA picked up. She congratulated him on his sleuthing skills, listened patiently as he made his case, apologized for any distress caused by the unfair account restriction, and then they got married.
Kidding! She freaked the fuck out, hung up, and banned him for life from the forum and all EA shows and events.
After his ban, the Collector allegedly still tried to attend at least one VIP pre-show (one source in the comments says he was allowed to buy some merch, refunded for his ticket, and escorted out). He joined the Reform forum to bitch about EA and try to rally people to his cause, possibly made revenge posts about her on darker snark forums, and continued to hound the Asylum mod team. So in June 2014, EA came up with a radical and unexpected fix to the Collector problem.

The official Asylum Fan Forum has been shut down permanently. I have personally paid thousands of dollars each year to keep the forum safe and secure for you ... Unfortunately, the forum has not been kept safe and secure for me, a truth which disappoints me greatly, instead becoming a place where people who have physically threatened myself and my staff prey upon forum members, pressuring them to contact me and my staff on their behalf. If the gullible wish to humor my stalkers (who live in their parent’s basement at age 30 something) and thus put me in danger, they may do it on their own dime. They may also fuck off, because stupidity can kill, and I won’t be your victim. To those who enjoyed the forum, you know who to thank for its closure. (“On the closing of the Asylum Forum”)

Voilà! This is how a decade-long archive of shared history ends: not with a bang, but with a dirty delete and a sod-off communiqué.
The obliteration of the forum took everyone by surprise...

I was actually on the forum when it was taken down. I was navigating between posts and when I went to click on a different board, an error message came up. I honestly cried a little, I'm not ashamed to say. (WVC admin on Reddit, 2024)

...and I do mean everyone:

Chicago BFF / ex-admin, the next morning: Whoa, EA forum shut down? Ex-mod: It turns out that if someone spends enough years actively “waging war” to destroy what they can’t have, eventually they’ll be successful. * eye roll * Not even mods got prior warning. Just all the sudden, poof, gone. BFF: Really? She did not let the moderators know?! This is sounding worse and worse. Uggh. I’m so sorry. Such a loss. (...) Ok, threats are serious, but why not just put it in archive mode so no one can post? (...) Sad. I shall light a candle in the forum's honor. (Facebook posts; scroll down for screenshots)

It was a gut punch, especially for people who had poured countless hours into the community, or could have used some prior warning to save years of their own writing from the role-playing threads. One last chance to take a look around the place that had meant so much to so many.

From the wording of the announcement of closing the forum and a number of other things, it sometimes seems like EA doesn't like her fans much. :/ (🐀)

Three months after the forum was nuked, Battered Rose (a venerable EA fansite, which had been around since the Enchant era and had one of the most complete EA galleries online) announced that it was shutting down too.📝 The admin, who had also been a long-time forum mod, cited a lack of “time, energy, passion, or money” to keep the website going... and being upset at the sudden disappearance of the forum. It was, truly, the end of an era for the Asylum.
...Well, no point in living in the past. For those who could afford it, and still wanted to talk to/about EA after that (not everyone did 🐀), there was always the Asylum Army fanclub!
Over the summer of 2014, EA held regular live chats and Q&A's, and... many attendees really enjoyed them, and thought the AA was well worth the money after all. She also quietly parted ways with the much poo-pooed Headmistress around that time.

Just spent over 4 hours giggling, drinking tea and playing guessing games in chat with EA and other Asylum Army members ... No griping, no downers, just lots of fun. I think I like the way the ‘new fandom’ is going and now I’m really glad I finally decided to join the Army. (September 4, 2014🐀; Battered Rose had closed the day before)

The forum was lost forever, but perhaps that was a chance for a fresh start. Could this fanclub thing really be the Asylum Renaissance that fans had been longing for?

...I have come today to a very difficult but necessary decision, and that is to discontinue the Emilie Autumn Official Fanclub. The site itself, and the community chatroom, will remain open to you indefinitely, but I will no longer be making updates to the site. (Newsletter, September 8, 2014📝)

...Never mind, then.
Turns out the fanclub had been the Headmistress' idea all along. EA had been reluctant from the start, and although she really enjoyed the live chats with a safe community of people “who are there for the right reasons”, she couldn't overcome her fundamental discomfort with the concept. Lifetime and regular members would receive a bunch of digital downloads and a -35% coupon on the Asylum Emporium for their troubles. EA said she would definitely pop back once in a while for live chats, for free, just for fun, but to my knowledge, she never did.
And so the most devoted fans were left standing in the rain...

She is happy, she made it. She is fulfilling her dreams, found love and happiness after all the pain. I understand that she now doesn’t need “us” anymore ... That doesn’t change the fact she broke my heart with taking the Asylum Army and the forum from me. Yet, I am happy for her. (🐀)

...while naysayers pointed and laughed, Nelson-style.🦠

I don’t feel sorry at all for the people that paid for the Asylum Army fan club. Most of them knew that EA is an atrocious business woman and has broken many promises before. In fact, I laugh at them. They seriously thought that EA would actually stay consistent with this? (🐀)

EVERYTHING MUST GO: THE ASYLUM WHOLESALE

EA fans were left without an “official” home for about three years. This gave them plenty of time to be annoyed at EA for: not releasing the audiobook on time, not materializing any new project for a while... and the new sin of peddling random, ridiculously marked-up AliBaba jewelry as “merch” on her official store. Think faux-antique cameo pendants and $30 Big Ben rings (...because the Asylum story is set in London, get it?).

The whole accessories section looks like a tacky overpriced English souvenir shop. (🐀)

The fanbase lost a lost of steam in those in-between years, because there wasn't much to stick around for. As evidenced by the positive reception of the AA live chats, even in the midst of unresolved drama, out-loud interactions in a friendly environment have always been EA's saving grace. Considering the amount of online hate, there are shockingly few accounts of bad IRL encounters with EA: most people say that in live conversation, she comes across as a fun, warm, and genuinely sweet person. Some report that their negative opinion shifted after meeting her.
But there were no chats or live shows anymore. There was only social media, where she ignored questions and vague-posted about overdue projects – and the newsletter📝, which was all saccharine love-bombing to promote bland dropshipped trinkets. For fans who remembered the handcrafted merch (and two-way communication) of the early years, it was a bitter pill to swallow.

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I'm so super happy this has to be the fourth birthday in a row I have spent completely alone. Not even any of my family wants to fucking talk to me (not like they physically can anyways.) Really what's the point of being alive and walking on this earth anymore if I will have nobody to spend it with forever? I'll never have a girlfriend or any relationship for that matter since I even haven't gotten so much as a date before. I start going to college in a few months anyways (haven't gone before for personal reasons.) Even then what's the point? What's the point of going to college if I'm so socially retarded I can barely talk to co-workers without them rejecting me miserably when I just try to introduce myself to them. And even then, I'll get a degree, get a good paying job, but who will I make that money for? Fucking nobody except myself. Why shouldn't I just become an hero already?

Bonjour !
J'ai récemment eu un changement dans la date de versement de mes salaires et je souhaiterais modifier la date de versement de mon loyer. J'ai lu que cela ne pouvait intervenir que par un accord à l'amiable entre le propriétaire et le locataire. Or, l'agence immobilière qui est chargée de la gestion locative fait barrage et refuse de transmettre ma demande au propriétaire, arguant qu'il n'est simplement pas possible de modifier la date de versement et refusant de m'informer s'ils ont bien transmis ma demande au propriétaire.
De plus, en vérifiant mon bail, je m'aperçois qu'il n'y a aucune date précise fixée par les conditions particulières pour le versement du loyer, simplement la date du dernier loyer versé par l'ancien locataire (le 14), qui ne correspond d'ailleurs pas avec la date à laquelle l'agence me réclame le loyer (le 11).
Quels sont exactement mes droits ou les démarches qui s'offrent à moi dans ce cas ? Je n'ai aucune envie d'ennuyer qui que ce soit ou de pinailler, mais je me retrouve en retard de paiement chaque mois alors que j'essaye de trouver une solution amiable.
Merci d'avance pour vos conseils !

Following is the copy paste of a Facebook letter written by a Chinese cat abuser. This is a vent, trauma dumping as you can see from reading it. There is so much vent about education, income, social status and calling uneducated people cockroach. This is symptom of social pressure and social hierarchy that results in mental illnesses like this. There is a book called tyranny of meritocracy about this issue. https://www.reddit.com/AnimalRights/comments/1coy03abuser_made_a_new_yt_a_channel/

Translated Post 2 Dated 12/18/23. This guy serves as a great example of how people who discriminate against animals usually discriminate against people too, due to reasons like race, level of education, nationality, sex, religion, etc. How a person treats animals tells you everything you need to know about their values, moral code, and personal ethics.
There is nothing wrong with discrimination based on educational background - people with low educational background have no right to life. Educational discrimination is correct
I am working hard (studying) in the following order: graduate school graduate > undergraduate graduate > vocational school graduate > high school graduate.
There are some retarded people who make nonsense of nonsense like There are criminals even among highly educated people'' andThere are successful people even after high school graduates.''
There is no doubt that the percentage of decent people who are highly educated is overwhelmingly higher. Although there are rare people with low educational background who are successful, the proportion is almost an exception.
And even if a person is successful, a person with a low educational background will only have the characteristics that are appropriate for a person with a low educational background.
Junior high school graduation is out of the question. They probably don't even understand whether it's okay or wrong to kill someone. Unlike you low-educated people, I have never interacted with high school graduates and junior high school graduates. I honestly don't know the details
Another nonsense is ``I couldn't go to university because my family was poor.'' All I can say is, "What is this scholarship system for? Garbage."
By the way, overseas societies have higher educational backgrounds than Japan. It can be said that life is determined by educational background in the United States, Britain, China, and South Korea as well. In fact, Japan is by far the most undervalued country among developed countries.
A cockroach, a weakling with no talent or educational background, is barking "Japan is..." Even in Japan, Japs are a loser, and if they were born in Europe, America, China, or South Korea, they would just die or become criminals. A little yellow monkey wouldn't even be able to be used as a criminal. Japan itself is declining because people are talking about rescuing such garbage weak people.p
There is a correlation between educational background and life expectancy, but this is more pronounced in the United States. Black people have significantly shorter lifespans than white people. This can be said to be because so many black people have low levels of education. This proves that America is a society with an academic background that cannot be compared to Japan. I mean, black people are just an inferior species lol
What is Japan's educational society that allows junior high school graduates to live a leisurely life? There is no need for people with low education to have the right to live. It would be better to send the pests known as low education that live in Japan to developing countries. And it would be good to only recruit people with talent and academic background from overseas.
Japan will definitely enter its golden age again.
The true story of Uncle Cal ~Abuse of feeding a cat~
A story of the good and evil of a pest
I can't stop crying lol
Then there is a dead link to a YT video, which I assume was removed when this creep's last account got deleted.
The more text:
You pathetic cockroach with a low education level is pathetic lol
It's fun to use Tor to troll the cat-loving community lol
Life with cats #I want to connect with cat lovers #Makoto Oya #Cat abuse #Cat abuse incident #Animal welfare #Animal love error #Cat #Cat #Uncle Cal
The world would be a little better if there were no less educated people.
The author has a Ph.D. degree from the University of Tokyo → PU I have never had any attachment to anyone else. Unless you have a standard deviation score of 80 or higher, a science major, >and a Ph.D. degree, you will not be recognized as a human being.
Animal lover (cat lover) Disabled/Black people the weak/poor Such things are filth that is not worth living.
Diversity and preferential treatment of inferior species rots society. In a world where only the strong exist, living things are what make the species better. Inferior genes should be eliminated
Apparently a cat abuse group is organized in China. These guys are really crazy (compliment)
He says he makes a lot of money by selling videos. Their monthly income is definitely higher than your annual income. If I'm not good at it, it could be more than my lifetime wage.
Ah, the majority of cat lovers are trash and unemployed to begin with lol What? You're saying that a lot, low-educated people. Sex cannot be corrected even if it is regulated.
No matter what, there is a demand for sadistic content. Moreover, the members are openly using SNS. It feels real when you say things like "I love dogs" However, when I tried to interact with him a little, he seemed more decent than the less educated Japs. Abusers can respond in a much more normal way than basic love and error. I'm not justifying abuse, but when I look at it as a human being. Love and error is at a level that can be said to be less than an animal than a member of society.
Social misfits should be filial to their parents before protecting animals, shame on them. There isn't even a single tall, highly educated person working on animal welfare. There are an overwhelming number of small people, low education, low income, and ugly people. In fact, you're the one being protected. Well, won't anyone take away filth like you guys?

When I was going through all of this shit, this sub helped me a lot, so, I figure this is my way of giving back to the sub.
My qualifications: 80-something, and 93 percentile in 2022 JEE Mains, didn't bother sitting for Advanced. Currently in a pretty well respected Government university in India, studying in a field I chose for myself (Engineering itself).
First of all, it isn't too late for you people. For 24tards, it is, you lot are screwed, but, the rest of you, you'll be fine. Just focus on topics, not subjects, and know which topic to skip, and which topic to study (to date, I don't know SHM, and yet, I've passed Engineering Mechanics, where two modules out of four required SHM for even basic problems). I'll make a list of stuff I referred to, just in case you want any recommendations, but, I never finished any of them properly.
Chem: I absolutely loved Chem, and particularly Organic Chem. I used Morrison Boyd for Organic, and JD Lee for Inorganic, and for Physical Chem, I didn't use a book in the strictest sense, since NCERT was usually more than enough. As for lecturers, I listened to Pahul (Amazing content, no bullshit) and Sakshi Vora (Chatters a lot, but, good content). Focus on any two out of the three subsections. I mainly focused on Organic and Inorganic, along with Thermodynamics, Kinetics and Equilibrium from Physical Chem.
Math: I loved math too, but, some of it went over my head. I used Arihant's Math series, and as for lectures, Neha Aggarwal (Absolutely annoying, but, great content. Learn how to solve problems, and then download the lecture slides, and solve the rest of the problems, instead of listening to her) and Nishant Vora (Kind of like his wife, good content). Focus on Calc, Algebra, and Coordinate Geometry. Also, check out Math Unplugged.
Physics: I despised Physics, and it reflected on my scores, since that was what brought me down. Even in second attempt, I think I could only score 80-88 percentile. My opinion doesn't matter here, but, refer to Halliday Resnick. Lecturers, I found all of them annoying. Maybe the old PW videos, back when Alakh wasn't trying to play God, but they were so annoying, and loud, I found myself unable to keep listening to it. Focus on Kinematics, Ray Optics (Should be Optics in general, but, I sucked at Wave Optics because I didn't bother learning Wave Optics, and while yes, very little overlap, I still didn't feel like studying it), and Nuclear Physics. Nuclear Physics is your holy grail, and even more so considering the same chapter is in Physical Chemistry, and not a lot of changes are observed. Same with Heat, although, you don't have to study it in Physics, and Chem, just one would do.
I was never an avid JEE prepper, and like many of my fellow retards, i slacked off 10 times more than I actually studied. Maybe more. No coaching, pirated Resonamce materials that I never used. I did used to do Math and Chem on a weekly basis, since I used to like it, so, there's that. But, I only started putting in 100% of my effort after Boards were done. And I still got 93 percentile, so, all in all, pretty good. If you are a little more consistent than me, and not totally prejudiced against Physics, I see no reason why you won't score better than what I did.
Final piece of advice, and definitely the most important: do not listen to dickwads like Nishant Jindal, Kalpit Veerwaal, or anyone of that sort. Nishant Jindal, and his ilk, are fucking snake oil merchants who sell dreams using some stroke of luck they had more than half a decade ago. They didn't do well in his academics, which is why they are deluding people like you, instead of working in the same cushy job they keep selling you people. Do not buy their courses, or their books. And no, do not laugh, or look down on older JEEtards who didn't score well, because there is a pretty high chance you'll be in their shoes one day. No, you don't need that many books. Cover your bases first. Read the NCERT. Pirate the books, see if you can actually solve it, and if you can, then buy it. Coaching is great, and it works for a lot of people, but, it didn't work for me, and it wasn't the end of the world. Other exams exist, don't tie all your hopes on to JEE. You're a fucking teenager, live a little. You'll have enough to worry about when you get older.

Hi, I’m 24 year old male, and there is a 23 year old female. She is best friend of my close friend. We know each other for more or less a year, and we met right after my previous break up. I know that she was still struggling with her previous relationship back then (break up, but mine was quick and sudden, hers slow). We hanged out for a few times, but then she said that she is not comfortable with me being freshly out of a previous relationship which I completely understand and understood then as it was early on and my ex was messing with my feelings for a few months after that. But I and that new girl kept texting each other and meeting up occasionally. During last year I dated few girls, and I don’t think she did. It is difficult making any plans with her because she is busy with school friends and other errands. It’s also opinion of our common (best) friend as she mentioned that a few times spontaneously. She wasn’t the quickest responder, but texts with her were always long and thoughtful as we were talking about many topics at the same time. I felt like it wasn’t leading anywhere and that’s why I tried to cut it back a few times. But we were always coming back to the same situation. Recently she texted me that she is missing me and my blabbing. We texted a little and recently I asked if she wants to go to a wedding soon with me and she agreed. We hanged once or twice and she invited me over to her birthday party where we kissed which she initiated. After that me met again twice, she introduced me (kinda, I knew them a little from past year situations) to her friends but without any physical contact. I tried to initiate it but she acted like she doesn’t even think about it. And now I’m in the same situation again wondering if she wants to do anything with me as we have something to do planned but she is busy now with exams and errands but also meeting up with her friends very often. Please comment on that as I’m leaving the uni soon and will live an hour away from her and tell me if maybe I’m retarded for my way of thinking or actions. Or is it her just not being made for being in a relationship? She is also mentioning sometimes that she wants to move abroad after finishing all her education which will take a few more years. Excuse me for these long sentences, English is not my first language

Before I dive in, know that I love my wife and I want to fix this. I’m posting in RelationshipAdvice for a reason. It will be a lot, but please don’t read it like an AITA post and pass judgment. I need some honest advice, and I’m miles away from my real-life support network.
The TL; DR is that my wife has (re)developed a bunch of conversational habits from hanging out with her brother. These habits leave me feeling excluded, stressed, and are messing with my work. Trying to address them has opened a whole can of worms, mainly that my wife hates my entire problem-solving style.
I’m keeping details vague in case she stumbles upon this post. Please, if you think my story doesn’t add up, or you think you know where I am and want to offer real estate advice or whatever, keep it to yourself.
We got hitched and moved in together right before before Covid hit. Started off great, but after six months of lockdowns and masks, we realized we could live anywhere in the country without paying through the nose for coastal housing. For context: I work in tech, and my wife is a performer. We met in a bar, and honestly, Covid was the wake-up call that my career hadn’t lived up to my potential, probably due to alcohol. So I accepted the reality that maybe my career isn’t going where I hoped, and isn’t likely to – and instead of chasing after it, we should downsize our expenses. I counted my blessings for having a wonderful wife instead.
I negotiated permanent remote work. We aimed to move to the low-cost state she grew up in. Her brother, who I like way more than my own family, hooked us up with a place to rent near his house. Bigger than we needed, but I was okay with it because it had space for a home office. We boxed up our lives into a truck and moved.
Here’s where it gets complicated. My wife has always been talkative, and she can be pretty dang loud. Not sure how much of this I didn’t fully realize before. When we were dating, we only saw each other a couple of days a week, and in our first place together, we never had visitors thanks to the pandemic. But when she's with her brother, she talks like she's trying to command a room full of first-graders. She also doesn’t adjust her volume when she’s close to me. I have tinnitus, and she has literally made my ears ring by talking while leaning on me
Next up. I feel like a jerk saying this, given what I know about the word ‘shrill’, but hear me out. If the two of us are in the same room, she’ll use a tone of voice that seems intended to be impossible to ignore.
Third, if I try to join the conversation, my wife will interrupt me and steamroll right over me. Part of this is because she has a strange conversational rhythm where she seems to be done talking but then BAM! She jumps back in at an even higher volume, after the pause. So if you think it’s your turn to speak, you get interrupted. She does this even when no one else is talking. She will interrupt me to finish my sentences, nearly always incorrectly. She will interrupt me to tell me I’m wrong about something, ruining my flow. She will interrupt me to take over telling a story, telling it worse by missing key facts and rambling at higher speed.
Fourth, she doesn't seem to organize her thoughts before speaking. At all. Couple with what I just mentioned, you've got her cutting off anyone who dares to chime in until she's “talked out” the subject with everything she can think of. By then, everyone else is bored and over being interrupted when they try to jump in. So, the topic just fizzles out, and she covers that up with nervous laughter.
Fifth, if I try to ask questions to follow along, she gets mad that I’m interrupting her or ruining her flow. So I’ve given up on questions. If I lose track, I either catch up or I don’t. I can’t zone out because of her volume and tone.
Sixth, after she’s been around her brother, she maintains this kind of conversational energy when it’s just us. Her brother can be just as loud, and raises his voice and talks over her right back in the moment. But when we’re in any group that does not include my wife, he’s back to an energy I can converse with. She does not switch back, not unless she hasn’t seen him for at least a week.
Seventh, their parents’ first language isn’t English, and they immediately switch to it as soon as I leave the room. If you know the language I mean, it makes every conversation sound like a fight. I figure, if they’re not including me anyway, why talk in English while I’m around? Why can’t I just leave you guys to talk? No, because then my wife gets mad that I’m a bad host, that I “hate” her brother, or calls me a “rude teenager”.
Eighth, 90% of their what they talk about are their opinions, mostly of family members, reality TV, or random AITA stuff. They just keep regurgitating the same views about people, social issues, capitalism, America, over and over. When I do get to throw in my two cents, they often react with anger. It feels like a low-effort bonding activity: like we’re constantly reaffirming the group values – and verbally punishing transgression – rather than discuss anything new. Her brother isn’t like this away from her.
However I slice this, it’s incongruent. If they want me involved by speaking English, why not let me chime in? If they think they're entertaining me, why not make sure I'm following? And if I'm supposed to zone out, why use a tone and volume that's impossible to ignore?
The impression I get is that my wife thinks my role is to be her passive audience, plain and simple.
There’s more about my job, but first, how I’ve failed to address this so far.
First, the loudness. According to both of them ‘that’s just the way we are,’ so it ain’t changing.
I haven’t addressed the tone, I can’t figure out how to without starting a fight.
Interruptions. My wife has had four levels of reactions when I have brought this up. First, she straight-up ignores it. Second, she acknowledges it, but with an eye roll like I'm just being petty. Third is to get mad, call me an asshole, or accuse me of silencing her. Fourth, she blows up and yells all kinds of crap (“you’re evil,” “you just hate my brother,” and incongruently, “you two are douche-bros together”), which after she’ll say she didn’t mean. She’ll then start crying about losing me, or even making her brother hate her. She’ll make me swear to keep reminding her. But in the moment, when she’s not upset, she’s back to eye rolling.
Rambling. My wife’s response is that I do the exact same thing, and that when I do it, it’s extremely boring. What she means is that if I’m excited by or trying to explain anything technical, she tunes out as soon as she hears a word she doesn’t understand, and stares right through my head until I stop talking. Apparently, this is ‘polite’. Asking questions, saying I'm not interested? Just rude.
How she changes her behavior around her brother. Raising it makes her mad. She has straight-up told me, “I will always pick my brother over you.” In her more honest moments, she’s admitted the thought of me developing a beef with her brother is one of her worst nightmares, so her anger is really for of that outcome, directed at me. She gets that this is counterproductive, sometimes. But this conversation is tough.
Switching in English. They forget this and slip back to ‘politeness’ rules. I have to be careful how I word ‘I have no interest in this conversation’ or ‘You don’t need to talk in English’ or they both say I’m rude and get mad.
My wife has also said she hates the way I solve relationship problems, calling it ‘patronizing hippy crap’. For instance, I ask people what their goal is in saying or doing certain thing (“What’s your intention in talking so loud?”). This immediately makes my wife mad, like she thinks I’m playing sociology professor and using brains to outsmart her. Thing is, she will say a LOT of things she doesn’t mean in an argument, and I tend to take things literally, so I need to check that she doesn’t actually mean “You’re evil”, otherwise the argument escalates for other reasons.
I feel like she retaliates for feeling like I’m trying to impose some kind of intellectual superiority over her by trying to impose some kind of “social intelligence” superiority over me. “Of course people don’t mean everything they say in fucking arguments, are you retarded?”. She’ll misinterpret what I’m saying in a way that implies I’m real dumb, then moves the conversation on before I can defend myself. All of which is exacerbated by how her habits push me out of the conversation.
Onto work problems. My job requires two things from me: hard problem-solving which needs long periods of uninterrupted focus, and rapid incident response. Being interrupted/talked to while I’m deep in work disrupts both of those. Neither my wife nor her brother (who’s a contractor) stick to regular office hours, and they both like to knock back a few during the day. Now, I have no issue with that, but I do have a problem when he comes over, starts drinking with my wife, they have loud conversations which I can hear from my office. Often from one room to another.
My wife doesn’t appreciate me complaining about this since she “should be free to enjoy her own home” and I “can easily get another job.” I’ve tried explaining to her that no, I can’t easily get a job that pays the same in this state. Either I’d have to hunt for increasingly scarce remote work, or we’d need to suck up downsizing and potentially moving away from her brother. She refuses to entertain any of this.
Things have improved slightly since I started composing this post, but only after a chaotic incident. She stormed into my office to look for something, mid-argument with her brother. In frustration, I took off for a drive to clear my head. Of course, there was an incident while I was out, I missed the notification, and got written up for it.
I’ve tried talking to her brother one-on-one. He’s a realist. Rent a private office, and get ourselves into couples therapy. My objection is straightforward: the cost of commuting, office rent, couples therapy (no cheaper here, lower quality by all accounts), on top of our current expenses, exceed what we were paying before we moved. All this because my wife won't adjust her behavior to accommodate my needs, or respect my job.
They often invite me to drink with them during lunch and sometimes suggest blowing off the rest of the day. Despite my repeated refusals, they persist, considering it polite. I find it rude and disrespectful to keep pushing. They've even labeled me as "boring”. But what really grinds my gears is when they invite me out and I decline, they think they've got a right to grill me about why. A few times, when I've had enough of their pestering, I’ll state my position more firmly, and then they’ll get real mad that I’m being “judgmental”, and think I’m better than them. So now if they invite me anywhere, I just shut it down with a simple "no" and zero explanation. Which bugs them, but at least it keeps the peace.
There are a ton of other emergent/secondary annoyances I could get into, but let's cap it at three.
One, since I’ve said they’re both being hypocritical about me being ‘judgmental’ (even though I wasn’t) in refusing to join their plans, when the majority of their conversations are judging other people: it has become a game to them to point out every time they think I’m a hypocrite. I answered my wife from another room once. She brings it up as my ‘hypocrisy’ whenever I mention she’s yelling to her brother in another room, and she’s right next to me.
I think it’s different: her yelling in the house upsets me, but my ‘hypocrisy’, she enjoys that. We aren’t trading vices. If I realize I’m upsetting my wife, I stop doing whatever it is that’s upsetting her. She seems to be telling me that she doesn’t care to adjust her behavior to stop upsetting me. And that the real problem is that I keep talking about it, rather than just quietly suffering through it.
Two I've likely developed obnoxious habits just to maintain some space in conversations with my wife, such as speaking louder to overcome interruptions.
Three, my wife will talk to me at any time, without paying any attention to what I’m doing or even whether I’m wearing noise-cancelling headphones. She’ll interrupt me whilst I’m holding a mop, vacuum, trash bag to remind me to mop, vacuum, or take out the trash. She’ll interrupt me while I’m tackling a chore to give me instructions. I don't understand them, she'll take over, do it the exact same way I was, then huff about it. She’ll interrupt me whilst I’m getting ready to remind me to take my wallet, throwing off my train of thought and making me forget what I was looking for. Which I’ll then forget. She’ll interrupt me while driving, for random observations (‘look, a cute dog!’) no matter how many times I tell her it’s dangerous.
It’s hard to explain how much more restrictive this makes my life feel. I avoid tasks that will take over 20 minutes unless my wife is out. My wife and brother both mock me for traits (lousy memory, lack of focus, disorganization) which they exacerbate with their behavior.
When my wife is away from her brother, she returns to her usual self, the woman I fell for.
My gut tells me her family has a toxic way of communicating (the rest of her family are borderline abusive), and she learnt to tone down of those tendencies while away from them. She is more at ease with that way of speaking with her brother, and she falls back to it with him – and is trying to force me to adapt to it. There’s probably a side order of some history of feeling sidelined in male-dominated groups, so she’s acting out on that trauma and making sure out-talks us both. She’s got zero patience for boredom, which is why she butts in and won’t take extra time to make sure I understand – and why she thinks my ‘long rants’ are way longer and more boring than hers.
Her view is that conversations are boring unless people are excited, and excited people interrupt and talk over each other constantly. I hate that, because a conversation just feels like a constant fight to participate. It’s draining and I’d rather not socialize at all.
She describes the way I’d rather talk – back and forth – as “pompous, like you think you’re a king who can’t be interrupted”.
I don’t have a support system here since everyone I know here is through them, and everyone back home still believes I successfully rode off into the sunset. So, Reddit, how do I better communicate my needs to my wife? Both to not lose my job, and to enjoy conversations with her?

Hey everyone,
I've got a 2011 Scirocco R 2.0TFSI Ea113 with around 90k miles on it (not kilometers), and I've been the proud owner for a solid decade. It's been running like a dream, until recently.
Here's the issue: About nine months back, my car unexpectedly conked out, with the battery light flashing. No matter how much I tried, it just wouldn't start, though it cranked up without firing. After that incident, I went ahead and swapped out the alternator (went for a genuine OEM Bosch), replaced the serpentine belt, pulleys were ok. Two months ago, I even replaced the battery with the factory equivalent, thinking that would sort it.
Just when I thought all was well, the problem reared its head again yesterday. This time, I was approaching a junction behind another vehicle, and bam, the car stalled - same old battery light, and zero crank. I called in the RAC (Roadside Assistance), they ran diagnostics, but couldn't pinpoint any issues. After giving it a jump, it reluctantly started, only to refuse to crank again once turned off. We did get it going and I drove it 2 miles home with them closely following, it drove fine.
Whilst I was broken down, I checked the earth, terminals etc, all seemed fine. All electrics inside the car worked fine.
I've got a few theories on what might be causing this, but I'd love to hear your thoughts before I dive into any fixes. I've reached out to a few garages, but for some reason, they're not exactly jumping at the chance to lend a hand.
Here's what I'm considering:
Crank Shaft Sensor Cam Sensor Fueling issues like HPFP / LPFP / Fuel Rails or Fuel Line / Filter (replaced the filter a couple of months ago)
I'll be running a full scan with my VCDS once I'm off work. If anyone could offer some insight or assistance, I'd be immensely grateful! Will share the auto-scan results once I've got them.
Cheers
***EDIT - I've now included the VCDS Auto-Scan***
Thursday,16,May,2024,16:22:45:00009
VCDS -- Windows Based VAG/VAS Emulator Running on Windows 7 x64
VCDS Version: 23.3.0.0
Data version: 20230228 DS346.1
www.Ross-Tech.com
VIN: WVWZZZ13ZCV005173 License Plate:
Mileage: 144890km-90030mi Repair Order:
Chassis Type: 13-VW36 (7N0)
Scan: 01 03 08 09 14 15 16 17 19 25 2E 37 42 44 46 52 55 56 77
VIN: WVWZZZ13ZCV005173 Mileage: 144890km-90030miles
01-Engine -- Status: Malfunction 0010
03-ABS Brakes -- Status: OK 0000
04-Steering Angle -- Status: OK 0000
08-Auto HVAC -- Status: OK 0000
09-Cent. Elect. -- Status: Malfunction 0010
14-Susp. Elect. -- Status: Malfunction 0010
15-Airbags -- Status: OK 0000
16-Steering wheel -- Status: OK 0000
17-Instruments -- Status: OK 0000
19-CAN Gateway -- Status: OK 0000
25-Immobilizer -- Status: OK 0000
2E-Media Player 3 -- Status: OK 0000
37-Navigation -- Status: Malfunction 0010
42-Door Elect, Driver -- Status: OK 0000
44-Steering Assist -- Status: OK 0000
46-Central Conv. -- Status: OK 0000
52-Door Elect, Pass. -- Status: OK 0000
55-Headlight Range -- Status: OK 0000
56-Radio -- Status: Malfunction 0010
77-Telephone -- Status: OK 0000
Address 01: Engine (CDL) Labels:. 06F-907-115-CDL.clb
Part No SW: 1K8 907 115 B HW: 8P0 907 115 B
Component: 2.0l R4/4V TFSI 0030
Revision: 5BH20--- Serial number:
Coding: 0403000C18070060
Shop #: WSC 66565 257 00032
VCID: 2D51BCB3B41137FB58-8078
VINID: 9E69EAAAA043A939800050470CBEA06003
3 Faults Found:
001681 - Fan 1 Control Circuit
P0691 - 002 - Short to GND - Intermittent
Freeze Frame:
Fault Status: 00100010
Fault Priority: 2
Fault Frequency: 14
Reset counter: 255
Mileage: 143990 km
Time Indication: 0
Date: 2018.10.07
Time: 15:47:49
Freeze Frame:
RPM: 1590 /min
Load: 11.0 %
Speed: 12.0 km/h
Temperature: 54.0 C
Temperature: 33.0 C
Absolute Pres.: 1010.0 mbar
Voltage: 14.224 V
001152 - Coolant Fan Control Circuit 1
P0480 - 008 - Electrical Malfunction - Intermittent
Freeze Frame:
Fault Status: 00101000
Fault Priority: 2
Fault Frequency: 28
Reset counter: 255
Mileage: 143990 km
Time Indication: 0
Date: 2018.10.07
Time: 15:48:51
Freeze Frame:
RPM: 749 /min
Load: 22.0 %
Speed: 0.0 km/h
Temperature: 69.0 C
Temperature: 31.0 C
Absolute Pres.: 990.0 mbar
Voltage: 14.224 V
000017 - Bank 1: Camshaft A (Intake)
P0011 - 004 - Retard Setpoint not Reached (Over-Advanced)
Freeze Frame:
Fault Status: 01100100
Fault Priority: 2
Fault Frequency: 1
Reset counter: 255
Mileage: 144895 km
Time Indication: 0
Date: 2018.10.07
Time: 01:23:12
Freeze Frame:
RPM: 1265 /min
Load: 14.5 %
Speed: 0.0 km/h
Temperature: 94.0 C
Temperature: 39.0 C
Absolute Pres.: 990.0 mbar
Voltage: 14.224 V
Readiness: 0000 0001
Address 03: ABS Brakes (J104) Labels:. 1K0-907-379-60EC1F.clb
Part No SW: 1K0 907 379 BJ HW: 1K0 907 379 BJ
Component: ESP MK60EC1 H31 0121
Revision: 00H31001
Coding: 763B80F5492280FF6E0C01EB921C0181350800
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 00000
VCID: 7BF542EBFAE5694B96-802E
No fault code found.
Address 08: Auto HVAC (J255) Labels: 5K0-907-044.clb
Part No SW: 5K0 907 044 EA HW: 5K0 907 044 EA
Component: Climatronic H17 1010
Revision: 00001003
Coding: 0000000002
Shop #: WSC 00020 999 00000
ASAM Dataset: EV_Climatronic A01010
ROD: EV_ClimaAutoBasis_VW36.rod
VCID: 6ED37BBFB1970CE321-803A
No fault code found.
Address 09: Cent. Elect. (J519) Labels:. 1K0-937-08x-09.clb
Part No SW: 5K0 937 087 M HW: 5K0 937 087 M
Component: BCM PQ35 H 011 0048
Revision: BE011001
Coding: 49180A388027E100400800C0340048E44B558388736D8D20E48000000040
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 12345
VCID: 3F8DF6FBAE7DB56BFA-806A
Subsystem 1 - Part No SW: 1K8 955 119 G HW: 1K8 955 119 G Labels: 1KX-955-119.CLB
Component: Wischer 23031 10 0603
Coding: 009795
Subsystem 2 - Part No: 1K0 955 559 AH Labels: 1K0-955-559-AG.CLB
Component: RLS 250611 05 54 0403
Coding: 0230ED
Subsystem 3 - Part No: 1K8 951 171
Component: DWA-Sensor 00 001 0104
Coding: 000000
1 Fault Found:
01134 - Alarm Horn (H12)
004 - No Signal/Communication
Freeze Frame:
Fault Status: 01100100
Fault Priority: 4
Fault Frequency: 1
Reset counter: 1
Mileage: 143987 km
Time Indication: 0
Date: 2018.10.07
Time: 16:13:47
Freeze Frame:
Term 15 On
Voltage: 11.40 V
ON
ON
OFF
OFF
OFF
Address 14: Susp. Elect. (J250) Labels:. 3C0-907-376.clb
Part No SW: 3C0 907 376 A HW: 3C0 907 376
Component: DAEMPFUNGS-SG H07 0071
Revision: 00000000 Serial number: 22061101400002
Coding: 000180
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 00000
VCID: 275D4E9B56ED1DABA2-8072
3 Faults Found:
03262 - Comfort Restriction
000 - -
Freeze Frame:
Fault Status: 01100000
Fault Priority: 6
Fault Frequency: 191
Reset counter: 97
Mileage: 143987 km
Time Indication: 0
Date: 2018.10.07
Time: 19:20:03
Freeze Frame:
Error Code: 2
Bin. Bits: 00000000
00141 - Rear Body Acceleration Sensor (G343)
003 - Mechanical Failure
Freeze Frame:
Fault Status: 01100011
Fault Priority: 2
Fault Frequency: 191
Reset counter: 97
Mileage: 143987 km
Time Indication: 0
Date: 2018.10.07
Time: 19:20:03
Freeze Frame:
Bin. Bits: 00000000 00000010
Bin. Bits: 00000000 00000000
00141 - Rear Body Acceleration Sensor (G343)
006 - Short to Plus - Intermittent
Freeze Frame:
Fault Status: 00100110
Fault Priority: 2
Fault Frequency: 203
Reset counter: 137
Mileage: 143987 km
Time Indication: 0
Date: 2018.10.07
Time: 15:29:35
Freeze Frame:
Address 15: Airbags Labels: 1K0-909-605.lbl
Part No SW: 1K0 909 605 AE HW: 1K0 909 605 AE
Component: 0H AIRBAG VW8 020 2300
Revision: 05020000 Serial number: 003D1D03V9H4
Coding: 0012360
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 00000
VCID: 6FED66BB7E9D05EB2A-803A
Subsystem 1 - Serial number: 6332MSME60134E717
Subsystem 2 - Serial number: 6342MSME6004412E3
Subsystem 3 - Serial number: 6352QSME3D1E3274O
Subsystem 4 - Serial number: 6362QSME0B0C0672G
No fault code found.
Address 16: Steering wheel (J527) Labels: 5K0-953-569.clb
Part No SW: 5K0 953 521 BM HW: 5K0 953 569 D
Component: LENKS.MODUL 014 0140
Revision: FF010040 Serial number: 20110616200784
Coding: 1082040000
Shop #: WSC 00020 999 00000
ASAM Dataset: EV_SMLSNGVOLWSXS A01004
ROD: EV_SMLSNGVOLWS.rod
VCID: 78FF5DE7C3D34253FB-802C
Multifunction steering wheel control module:
Subsystem 1 - Part No SW: 5K0 959 542 A HW: 5K0 959 542 A Labels: 3C8-959-537.CLB
Component: E221__MFL-TAS H07 0013
Coding: 820000
No fault code found.
Address 17: Instruments (J285) Labels: 5K0-920-xxx-17.clb-SRI1
Part No SW: 1K8 920 973 B HW: 1K8 920 973 B
Component: KOMBI H03 0607
Serial number: 00000000000000
Coding: 170F01
Shop #: WSC 00020 999 12345
ASAM Dataset: EV_Kombi_UDS_VDD_RM09 A04114
ROD: EV_Kombi_UDS_VDD_RM09_004_VW32.rod
VCID: 3467A9D79F3B663317-8060
No fault code found.
Address 19: CAN Gateway (J533) Labels:. 7N0-907-530-V2.clb
Part No SW: 7N0 907 530 H HW: 1K0 907 951
Component: J533 Gateway H42 1620
Revision: H42 Serial number: 170611F1000061
Coding: 354001
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 12345
VCID: 356194D39C417F3B20-8060
No fault code found.
Address 25: Immobilizer (J334) Labels: 5K0-920-xxx-25.clb
Part No SW: 5K0 953 234 HW: 5K0 953 234
Component: IMMO H03 0607
Serial number:
Coding: 000000
Shop #: WSC 00000 000 00000
ASAM Dataset: EV_Immo_UDS_VDD_RM09 A03009
ROD: EV_Immo_UDS_VDD_RM09_VW21.rod
VCID: 6ADB77AF8D7FE0C37D-803E
No fault code found.
Address 2E: Media Player 3 (J650) Labels:. 5N0-035-342.lbl
Part No SW: 5N0 035 342 E HW: 5N0 035 342 E
Component: SG EXT.PLAYER H13 0240
Revision: A1001003 Serial number: 7660255100
Coding: 010000
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 00000
VCID: 295948A340F92BDBB4-807C
No fault code found.
Address 37: Navigation (J0506) Labels:. 1T0-035-680.clb
Part No SW: 1T0 035 680 P HW: 1T0 035 680 P
Component: RNS-MID H10 5270
Revision: AB001001 Serial number: VWZ6Z7K5046078
Coding: 04000400040000900004
Shop #: WSC 12345 123 12345
VCID: 3B7582EBBA65A94BD6-806E
Subsystem 1 - Part No: 1T0 919 859 B
Component: EU West V11 8117
1 Fault Found:
00862 - Antenna for GPS Navigation (R50/R52)
011 - Open Circuit - Intermittent
Freeze Frame:
Fault Status: 00101011
Fault Priority: 5
Fault Frequency: 27
Reset counter: 137
Mileage: 144395 km
Time Indication: 0
Date: 2018.10.07
Time: 00:00:16
Address 42: Door Elect, Driver Labels:. 1K0-959-701-MAX3.clb
Part No SW: 1Q0 959 701 H HW: 1Q0 959 701 H
Component: Tuer-SG 009 2130
Coding: 0016949
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 00000
VCID: 397998E370599B5BC4-806C
No fault code found.
Address 44: Steering Assist Labels: 1K0-909-14x-GEN3.clb
Part No: 1K0 909 144 M
Component: EPS_ZFLS Kl. 250 3201
Revision: 00H20000
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 00000
VCID: 3467A9D7573B663317-8060
No fault code found.
Address 52: Door Elect, Pass. Labels:. 1K0-959-702-MAX3.clb
Part No SW: 1Q0 959 702 H HW: 1Q0 959 702 H
Component: Tuer-SG 009 2130
Coding: 0016948
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 00000
VCID: 3A7B87EF755F9043CD-806E
No fault code found.
Address 55: Headlight Range Labels: 8P0-907-357.lbl
Part No: 8P0 907 357 K
Component: Dynamische LWR H01 0010
Revision: 00000001 Serial number:
Coding: 0000016
Shop #: WSC 00020 790 00000
VCID: 428BFF0F1D8FD88395-8016
No fault code found.
Address 56: Radio (J0506) Labels:. 1T0-035-680.clb
Part No SW: 1T0 035 680 P HW: 1T0 035 680 P
Component: RNS-MID H10 5270
Revision: AB001001 Serial number: VWZ6Z7K5046078
Coding: 04000400040000900004
Shop #: WSC 12345 123 12345
VCID: 3B7582EBBA65A94BD6-806E
Subsystem 1 - Part No: 1T0 919 859 B
Component: EU West V11 8117
1 Fault Found:
00862 - Antenna for GPS Navigation (R50/R52)
011 - Open Circuit - Intermittent
Freeze Frame:
Fault Status: 00101011
Fault Priority: 5
Fault Frequency: 27
Reset counter: 137
Mileage: 144395 km
Time Indication: 0
Date: 2018.10.07
Time: 00:00:16
Address 77: Telephone (J412) Labels: 7P6-035-730.clb
Part No SW: 7P6 035 730 E HW: 7P6 035 730 E
Component: TELEFON H09 2730
Revision: 1B001001 Serial number: 00007660233684 Dataset Number: 7P6035730E 0001
Coding: 0A01000000010101
Shop #: WSC 00020 999 00000
ASAM Dataset: EV_UHVNA A01015
ROD: UHVNA.rod
VCID: 3467A9D79F3B663317-8060
2 Faults Found:
13635840 - Supply voltage
U1011 00 [000] - Voltage too Low
[New feature! Extended UDS fault detail is only supported by current gen. interfaces]
Intermittent - Not Confirmed - Tested Since Memory Clear
13893632 - Function Restricted due to Insufficient Voltage
U1400 00 [000] - -
Intermittent - Not Confirmed - Tested Since Memory Clear
End-------------------------(Elapsed Time: 02:50)--------------------------

Bonjour,
J’ai passé une commande chez Amazon pour un montant de 2700€ avec un paiement en 24x avec cofidis.
Suite à un événement inattendu, j’ai été dans l’obligation de retourner la totalité de cette commande à Amazon dès que je l’ai reçu.
Le retour a été effectué et a été livré dans les entrepôts d’Amazon le 8 avril.
Le 25 avril (17 jours après la livraison des biens chez Amazon),je recontacte amazon car je ne reçois aucun mail de remboursement entre-temps. Ils me disent qu’ils ne peuvent pas me donner de réponse et d’attendre jusqu’au 6 mai, donc un mois après que le colis ait été livré chez eux.
Le 6 mai je les recontacte comme convenu et ils me disent cette fois d’attendre 60 jours, donc jusqu’au 3 juin.
J’ai l’impression qu’ils me font tourner en rond et que le 3 juin, ils vont encore me dire d’attendre dans le vent.
Cela fait 2 mois que je me fais prélever pour des objets que j’ai retourné et que je ne possède plus.
En cherchant sur internet, une loi prévoit qu’un site en ligne doit me rembourser dans un délai de 14 jours après avoir reçu le retour des biens dans leur entrepôt et je pense que soit Amazon est totalement hors la loi ou soit ils jouent sur des dérogations speficifiques pour rester dans la limite du légal car normalement, sous 14 jours après avoir reçu le retour des biens, ils auraient dû me rembourser.
Signalconso et la dgccrf ont été contactés mais pour l’instant je n’ai pas de retour de amazon ou de la dgccrf.
Ma prochaine étape serait de chargeback (retrofacturation) car Amazon ne respecte pas mes droits de consommateurs, avec ma banque qui va faire la demande auprès de Mastercard mais je me demandais si le chargeback serait accepté, cela me mettrait-il en situation d’impayé par rapport à cofidis et si ils peuvent se retourner contre moi ou si le chargeback va empêcher cofidis de se retourner contre moi
Chargeback : La procédure de rétrofacturation ou de chargeback permet à un consommateur qui a payé par carte bancaire de revenir sur son ordre de paiement et d'être remboursé directement et gratuitement par la marque de la carte bancaire ou par sa banque, lorsqu'un professionnel français ou étranger, ne respecte pas les droits du consommateur.
L. 221-24 du Code de la consommation : Lorsque le droit de rétractation est exercé, le professionnel rembourse le consommateur de la totalité des sommes versées, y compris les frais de livraison, sans retard injustifié et au plus tard dans les quatorze jours à compter de la date à laquelle il est informé de la décision du consommateur de se rétracter. Pour les contrats de vente de biens, sauf s'il propose de récupérer lui-même les biens, le professionnel peut différer le remboursement jusqu'à récupération des biens ou jusqu'à ce que le consommateur ait fourni une preuve de l'expédition de ces biens, la date retenue étant celle du premier de ces faits.
Merci

I've never read the books, but, I have heard of the Blind Idiot God and wanted to share some historical context, driven by other thoughts about God, in different forms and the world itself. The name is so powerful, the idea that even everything dreamed up in his imaginary realms was just a thought in the head of a "blind idiot" in some new even greater realm.
Lovecraft seems to have first mentioned the name in 1919. This date is very significant for two reasons:

1. WWI had just drawn to a close and it was a truly horrific affair, beyond anything seen previously due to technology developing faster than the ethics needed to keep it off the battlefield. Huge death tolls, tales of average life-spans for certain actions measured in seconds, gasses that created almost zombified, dying men, delivered by balloons with the evil characteristics of Pennywise of It, shell-shock, desertion, men destroyed by the million, even if they survived, and I could go on. But ...
2. "Idiot" was a medical term back then. By 1919 both the theory of mental age and IQ testing had been explored and an idiot was specifically someone with mental age less than 2, or IQ less than 25-30, so badly mentally damaged that they were incapable of protecting themselves from dangers like fire. Imbecile, moron and retard were all also medical terms at this time, though only retard seems to have developed any ableist connotations in modern times.

[EDIT] Clarificiation: I refer in a comment below to "him" being "human". I am talking exclusively from the human perspective of the author, not his literary creation's perspective. The comment has -9 votes which makes sense due to the ambiguity and as a reply to one that refered to the deity, not the author. This is now edited.
Also thanks for the recommendations!
Could the idea from Lovecraft be a comment on our world, as he saw all that horror first-hand? Or has this idea been expressed already and I'm unaware?
Finally, for those questioning the fact I've not read the books, ask yourself, "do you understand the concepts of gravity, evolution, Turing machines and/or relativity?"; then, ask yourself "have you read Newton's original theory, On the Origin of Species, Turing's papers or Einstein's?". I bet all here, me included, talk confidently of many things without having read all the original texts.

CHAPTER 9 – ENTROPY
DATE: MARCH 10th, 7 A.U. (AFTER UNIFICATION) LOCATION: SOL SYSTEM, ABOARD UTRN INDOMITABLE WILL
CAPTAIN HENRY O’TOOLE
"Ah, there you are Commander. Your message said there was something you wanted to talk with me about?" Henry asked as his executive officer approached the system map.
“Aye Captain, now's a good a time as any. As you know, the rate of disciplinary incidents has more than tripled in the last two weeks. We've had six fistfights, one near strangling, a few dozen counts of sexual harassment amongst different parties, and a few more incidents of a nature that I would rather not get into for fear of derailing the point of this conversation. I need additional resources to allocate towards ship internal security. With your permission, I'd like to borrow some of our more trusted marines to help the MA's out on their off shifts.” Commander Alvarez asked.
“Yeah, of course, take what you need to nip this in the bud. I can't say I'm entirely surprised; we expected a certain amount of this with the stresses of FTL travel. With everyone cooped up like this, maybe we should brainstorm some new outlets for the crew. Were there any specific incidents I need to get involved with?” Henry replied as he looked up from the list of updates and reports on his own console.
“No, I have it covered. It's just the regs state I need to ask permission to use marines for internal security matters.” The Commander waved it off.
“Excellent, continue to keep me in the loop then. Can I ask you a question?” Henry took the opportunity to ask something that had been bothering him.
“You just did. Hah! Just kidding, put the axe away boy! Now what would you like to know?” He said with a twinkle in his eye.
“I've seen your file, well, the parts that weren’t redacted anyway. If anything, I should be taking your orders! I mean, you're the Space Wolf! Nobody came even close to the number of ships captured or destroyed than you in the early days of the battle for the belt. Why would they want me to be captain when they had someone like you coming along the whole time? Why aren't you a captain anymore? By all right this should be your command, not mine.” Henry asked, after taking one last look around to verify they were still alone around the system map.
Commander Alvarez seemed stunned for a moment before he settled into a more pensive look.
“Listen, son, you're all full of the vigor and high passions of youth. By that I mean you've got a certain fire and aggression in you, yet I've seen you generally keep it balanced by wit and wisdom. You are a perfect match for the job, even if you could use some more real world experience. With some guidance, you'll do just fine, if you can keep strict standards for yourself and crew and a cool head when things get tough."
"I appreciate that, and I will definitely lean on your experience whenever possible. However, you didn't really answer my question... Why aren't you a captain anymore?"
"I... got a lot of damn good men and women killed in an impossible situation when we lost the Michigan-II, and I never truly got over it. No amount of medals, captured enemy ships, or the fact that I've saved many more lives than I lost can make up for that. I finally found peace with that, but that peace required that I relieve myself of any chance of future command. My legacy, for better or worse, is set in stone. Joining this expedition gives me another chance at adjusting the scales without breaking my former vows, even if the only people who will ever know it are here on the voyage with us.”
“So, you claim you have no aims or desires for leadership, but here you are a mere heartbeat away from it.” Henry said, carefully studying his executive officer's every reaction.
“My time for glory is mostly gone, yours is at your feet before you. To the world, I am retired in comfort and isolation. In reality you have me here to help make your will law. You can relax. I already turned down command of this expedition. I was plan A, why do you think they had to scramble to find you? I will take command of this mission only if you are incapable of doing so yourself, Sir. In the meantime, let my experience and whatever wisdom I can offer guide you.”
An emergency alert snapped both of their attention out of their conversation. "There's a fire in one of the officer's cabins?!" Henry’s pulse quickened as he referenced the map to find which one.
“Fuck, it started in Chantal’s room!” Henry said, horrified.
“I've got the CIC under control. Go on and get her out of there, I'll send the cavalry."
“Thank you, Commander.” Henry called back over his shoulder as he rushed for the quick lift.
The officer cabins were the in the very next deck overhead, so he was able to arrive quickly and break into a sprint. The ship shifted as it dodged some antimatter, causing Henry to slip and scramble back to his feet. As he rounded the corner he saw her door was closed and the keypad powered was off. He could hear thumps and muffled screaming from within the room.
"HANG ON CHANTAL, I'M COMING!" Henry shouted in the hope that she could hear him as he pried at the manual override panel.
Two modified Paladin exo-combat armor suits rounded the corner seconds later with a hospitalman trailing behind pushing a medical cart.
"WE'LL TAKE IT FROM HERE, SIR." A speaker-amplified voice spoke from behind him.
One of the Paladin suits accessed the manual control override and forced the door open enough for the other suit to reach in and pry it the rest of the way open as smoke plumed into the corridor. The second suit charged into the room with its flood lights on as a water cannon mounted on the right wrist sprayed flame retardant from a pack on its back. The first suit abandoned the door control and entered, emerging moments later with Chantal awake and coughing from inside the darkened door frame. She was quickly ushered into cleaner air, set gently down, wrapped in a blanket, and was quickly attended to by a hospitalman who began to check her vitals.
Relief flooded Henry’s mind as his adrenaline surge broke against the wall of worry he had built up during his mad dash from the CIC.
“Baby you came for me! I thought I was going to die in there." She pulled him into a tight embrace as she wept in cathartic release.
"Of course I did! I couldn't stand to lose you, especially not over something like this. So, what the hell happened in there?"
"Well you know me, I was all burning the midnight oil and then I smelled smoke! Then there were some sparks, the outlet pops then whoosh! My computer station and my desk are all ablaze along with half my notes, then the damned door wouldn't work! I had to drop to the floor under the smoke and pound on the door in hopes that someone would hear me. God, it was horrible... I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life." She replied with a deep shudder.
"You're safe now, it's going to be alright."
"I know, but what about my work?" She replied with a forlorn look back at her smoke damaged room.
"What about your work?"
"As you know, I lost a ton of it just now, but what’s worse is I don't even have the ability to recover them! Remember how I lost my backup drive last week? Like, I know I packed it and it is not here anywhere! It’s like some sick cosmic joke on me or something. Sorry! Gotta keep it positive, girl! I get to rethink my last few weeks’ worth of work from scratch... that was almost positive! I probably have most of this recoverable from email sent box backups. Fuck, what do you do if there's no good silver lining?” Chantal bemoaned.
Henry couldn’t help himself but laugh for a second, while his girlfriend stared at him, waiting for a response.
“I’m sorry, is this funny to you or something?”
“No, no of course not. This might be one of those times where the only silver lining is that you're alive. Plus, if anyone can remember and rebuild their notes, you can." Henry smiled down at her.
“Fine, fine, at least I am alive. I was only breathing smoke for a few seconds after all.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Thank you for rushing down here right away anyway, it means a lot. You're amazing, you know.”
Henry smiled, slightly uncomfortable for a moment, so he changed the subject.
“I do my best... Anyway, it seems like these electrical issues seem to be getting worse instead of better. Whatever patch these clowns have slapped on my ship to get her to pass inspection is clearly coming undone. What do you think is going on here?” Henry asked in mild exasperation.
“Honestly, I can’t tell you without digging into the systems myself, which I would rather avoid. My plate is full enough as it is right now, especially having to reproduce so much of my own work now. This ship has kilometers of power cables running throughout it, after all, and you have an entire loyal, capable team down there in electrical, so it should only be a matter of time before they sort it out for you. Let them do their jobs without harassing them too much, please?”
Henry felt a little irked at her for not giving him credit to know not to go overboard, but he stowed it, seeing as she ultimately was right.
“The crew has been under a lot of stress, too, between the technical issues with the lights going out, losing power to workstations, or the constant antimatter threat. More than a few people have tried to convince me to turn us around and return to S33 for a more in-depth refit and repair cycle before we try the mission again. So far, everyone has accepted the fact that we are continuing the mission without much argument, but I fear what may happen if these issues are seen as getting worse. Our orders are clear, though, we must continue the journey.” Henry said, uncomfortable with the implications, even if he didn't dare voice it.
“You should get on the Q-Comm to report the fire to S33. Maybe they will order us back to base after this.” She offered, looking for a solution to an impossible problem.
“Good idea, at least the Q-Comm is still working. It’s incredible to me those particles maintained their entanglement once we passed through the baryonic barrier. That alone has been a huge morale boost, being able to contact home base with no time lag.” Henry replied.
“It’s incredible to you because you only have a basic grasp of the science, hon. But that’s alright, very few people truly understand it. That’s in part what you have me here for anyway. Einstein called the effect spooky action from a distance; I always liked that line.”
Henry ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Chantal, with a shake of his head and a smile.
“Listen, Henry, I just had a crazy stressful experience and I need to unwind. Plus, I haven’t slept in almost a day, so I am bone tired. Let’s go to bed, huh? What do you say doc, am I clear to go?” Chantal asked.
The hospitalman closed her eyes and shook her head before responding. "Yes, you are cleared to rest, and only to rest, do you understand me?"
Chantal mouthed a thank you before she took Henry by the hand and led him off to the captain’s quarters. Henry felt no desire to fight it, nor flaw with her reasoning. Sleep sounded good, really good. Plus, he was about an hour from the start of his sleep shift anyway, and Alvarez had the CIC well covered. The lights flickered again, but Henry very purposefully ignored it.
“Hey, since we have a little time and we are both a little wound up, Why don’t we take a shower together real quick?” She said with genuine enthusiasm and a wink.
“Madam, I like the way you think.” The couple raced just a bit faster than regulations would have liked, and arrived at his door in record speed.
Inside the room they fell upon each other in great passion and need, stripping each other out of their BDU’s and underclothes. Henry tossed a giggling Chantal onto the bed, and proceeded to kiss her neck and nibble on her ear causing her to purr in anticipation before he moved down her chest, past her navel, and then eagerly began to move his kisses in between her thighs.
“Hah…. I haven’t showered. Are you sure? Oooookay! I think…. Hah…. Okay.” She said breathlessly as Henry began to work his tongue until she began to shiver and squirm before she cried out as she melted in his mouth.
“Enough, please, I can’t take it anymore! Just fuck me already!” Chantal pulled herself together enough to beg for it. Henry stood rigid and ready and set himself to granting her request, first slowly, and then with a growing intensity. She once more began to squirm as he paid close attention to her hip’s cues, knowing very well by now what she liked.
As she climaxed again, Henry lifted her from the bed and pushed her up against the wall, and then bent her over his desk for a bit before he could take it no longer and they finished together.
“Holy shit… my legs aren’t gonna work for a bit after that one. Help me up?” Chantal said in between shallow breaths.
“Yes, ma’am. It would be my pleasure.” Henry said as he helped her to her feet and into the shower, staying in longer than was strictly necessary.
Henry left the steam first, once more thankful that his cabin included its own small bathroom, rather than a communal one. Being captain had its perks, after all. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, then handed another to Chantal who gratefully accepted it before it dropped to the ground as she stared straight past him.
“Henry!" She squeaked as she pointed past him.
"What?" Henry asked, confused.
"Henry, someone was in here!”
On their bathroom mirror, wiped from the steam were the words TURN BACK.
Henry's blood ran cold and his adrenaline spiked him into overdrive. He waved Chantal back into the shower and put his finger to his lips. She nodded then wrapped herself in her retrieved towel and dropped to the shower floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, whimpering slightly. Henry moved silently along the wall, watching the visible half of his room for any movement. He then burst round the door frame, only to find everything perfectly, precisely as they had left it. The shock of finding nothing collided with the spike of his adrenaline surge, which only fed his growing unease.
“There’s nobody here!” Henry called out after checking the closet, the only other place someone could have hidden.
“Did you lock the door?” Chantal asked, her mind already working on the mystery.
“I set the security protocol to auto lock every time it closes.”
“Paul. We need to talk to Paul.” Chantal said, squeezing her BDU’s up over her hips with a few hops. Henry pulled on his undershirt before tossing over her bra.
“Why would we want to bring that weasel into this?” Henry asked, incredulous at to how he could possibly help.
“Because he has access to the surveillance tapes, why else?”
Henry stared at Chantal, brimming with rage, trying his hardest to keep it isolated to Paul over the invasion of his privacy.
“Did you just say surveillance tapes!?!” Henry asked in an icy tone. “That does it, I’m going to strangle him.” Henry said, moving with a purpose toward the door.
“Stop. Turn around and give me a kiss. I already disabled the video cameras, at least all the ones I could find. He has audio at best, even that I doubt. What he does have that I want is the data from the motion sensor that he had installed just in case you found the more obvious bugs. Unfortunately, I sabotaged its effectiveness by blocking the sensor with dense foam, but there might be enough of something to give us a clue."
“How in the hell do you know about all of this anyway, and why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” Henry roared.
“This entire enterprise is run by an intelligence agency; how can you not have seen that one coming a mile away? I have gotten very good at catching bugs over the years. Just because I expect the invasion of privacy to be happening, doesn’t mean I have to make it easy on them. Just be happy I already took care of the issue, alright?” She replied firmly while staring him in the eyes with raised eyebrows.
“You’re incredible, I love you.” Henry blurted out before he could catch himself. Chantal beamed and tackled him to the bed sitting on his lap.
“What took you so long? Never mind, don’t answer that. I love you too, man have I wanted to say that one for a while now.”
“You know these things aren’t easy for me. I had to be sure, I also didn’t want to mess anything up. We need to be able to work together even if we had turned out to be a bad couple.” Henry admitted, Chantal made an show as she thought it over, but she then smiled and helped Henry to his feet.
“Alright, my captain. You speak great wisdom. While I have certainly felt, and thoroughly enjoyed, the depths of your passion, it is really nice to hear about it too. I do think it makes it all the better that you rule said passion with reason. It’s just one of the many things I love about you.” She said, laying her hand over his heart.
Henry took her other hand and kissed it before replying. “I think above all, I wanted to make sure that I didn’t take you for granted, nor suffer the same in reverse. A wise woman once gave me some great advice there that I have taken to heart.”
“Okay, Romeo, maybe you have a better handle on these things than you think. Now… Let’s go interrogate Paul.” Chantal had a fire in her eyes that Henry was loving very much at that moment.
“I have wanted to turn the screws on that spook for a while now.” Henry smiled as he spoke, and he opened up the connection to the ship’s intranet through his neural implant to send a message.
MEET ME IN YOUR QUARTERS IN 5 MINUTES FOR A DISCUSSION OF CRITICAL IMPORTANCE – CPT. O'TOOLE
“That ought to get him there and alone.” Henry smirked. “Let’s go.”
Together, they made their way to Paul’s equivalent-sized quarters, which he had somehow secured for himself in the ship design to help facilitate his role as the official thorn in Henry’s paw. I guess being the captain’s handler has its perks as well. Henry’s eye twitched at the corner.
After making them wait far too long, Paul opened the door and gesturing them inside. The door closed and Paul turned towards them, narrowing his eyes, studying them both.
“Is this about the fire?” Paul asked before Henry punched the weasel right in the diaphragm, forcing him to gasp for air. The look of shock on his face as he bent forwards was priceless.
“What the fuck, Henry!?” Paul managed to choke out after a minute between gasps.
“Relax, I didn’t do any permanent damage, yet.” Henry said, Paul for just a second showed actual fear in his eyes before he sneered in defiance. “Oh? That got your attention, did it? Why were you spying on me?” Henry growled.
Paul closed his eyes, dropped his head, and began to laugh before Henry grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall. Foolishly, Paul even then kept laughing amidst the gasping. So Henry squeezed until Paul started slapping his arm, looking genuine fear once more growing across his face.
“Orders… I was following orders!” Paul managed to say amidst gasps and coughs.
“I thought it might be something like that. You're going to open up those files, now, and you're going to show me everything.” Henry said, dropping him to his feet at last.
“Fucking hell, Henry, I thought you of all people would have anticipated this was going to be the case. Do you think the people who made this all possible would simply let you fly around the most dangerous, advanced warship in human history without some insurance?”
“Don’t try and weasel out of your own personal culpability here. You may also want to think back to other people who were “only following orders” while performing acts they knew were wrong before you wave that line around like some get out of jail free card.” The fact that he had nothing to say spoke volumes.
“You should have told me, Paul.” Henry growled.
“That defeats the purpose! Plus, your girlfriend sabotaged them all before we ever left S33 anyway, and once more after! That type of tech doesn’t just grow on trees you know, and I don’t have an unlimited supply. You should be thanking me for covering for her and reporting back like things are normal!” Paul shouted in indignation.
“This is pointless, show me the files from around fifteen minutes ago, motion trackers, thermals, anything you have that's not blocked or sabotaged.” Henry commanded. Paul’s eyes narrowed, but after a long moment he huffed and closed his eyes.
Paul then sat down at his station and fired it up.
“Like I said, I've got practically nothing. No video, muffled audio and readings from what I assume to be a faulty motion sensor, that’s it. What are we looking for?”
“Chantal and I were, well, together. After we got out of the shower we saw that someone had written turn back in the condensation on the bathroom mirror. Only problem? My door auto locks when closed and only opens for my biometrics. That is why all of this even came up in the first place.”
“Motherfucker. That's a whole heap of bad news.” Paul said. Henry merely nodded, paying rather more attention to the screen to see if he could catch Paul in a lie about the extent of the spying.
“There’s nothing. No disturbances in the air that would even remotely resemble human movement between you two getting in the shower and you charging into your bedroom. With the noise of the shower and the distance to the microphone, there is nothing I can discern that is anomalous. You can see it all right here for yourself.”
Henry found himself even more confused and alarmed than before.
“How is that possible? Look again, run through some filters or something. There must be some evidence somewhere!”
“Alright, relax, I will get to work on this and get you a report by the end of C shift. In the meantime, you look like a mess. Get some sleep man! I can take care of it from here. Oh, and I want you to remember that I forgave you quite magnanimously for that little episode back there where you attacked me.” Henry and Chantal gave each other a look as Paul spoke.
“Wasn’t gonna apologize anyway, you had it coming. I’m going to hit the rack. I expect that report to be detailed and ready when I get up.” Henry took Chantal by the hand, and they left together, not waiting for a response.
“What a snake. Did you see him in there? Zero guilt or recognition whatsoever about spying like that. It just makes my skin crawl. Gives me bad memories.” Chantal said, turning pensive and quiet.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Henry asked, seeing that there was something clearly bothering her.
“I… had an uncle that lived with us from time to time and he would spy on me when I was dressing, try and sneak looks in the shower, stuff like that. Never touched me or anyone else that I know of, thank god, but man did it screw me up a bit still. Played havoc with my sense of security and even my sanity, never being quite sure it was real or all in my head. I wish I had said something, but I was afraid everyone would think I was overreacting or imagining it. I saw it in his eyes though, that look of... predatory lust. At least I didn't see anything like that in Paul's eyes. To this day it makes my skin crawl.”
“Good God, I can see how alone you must have felt in the middle of all that.” He squeezed her hand, she smiled up at him.
“Yeah, that was one of the hardest parts. I don’t think Paul is some raging pervert or anything, but it concerns me how normalized it was to him. Even if he isn’t being a creep with it, as if we can take his claims to be covering for me at face value. There is still no way I am going to let him have easy access to intimate videos of us, if I can possibly help it.” Chantal said before adding, “I’ll be all right, don’t worry about me. Let’s just get some sleep.”
Henry put his palm against the biometric scanner outside his room and the door slid open for them. They definitely needed some sleep after the emotional roller coaster of the past few hours, and the irresistible warm embrace of his bed called for him. The Q-Comm report could wait until he woke, he decided.
Better to have the electrical inspection ordered up, too.
I WANT A FULL REPORT AND INSPECTION PERFORMED ON THE ELECTRICAL FIRE IN CHANTAL’S ROOM BY THE START OF A SHIFT. – CAPT. O'TOOLE
Good enough. Henry thought as he sent the message. Now he could sleep. The chief could handle it from there.
MEANWHILE…
DATE : MARCH 10th, 7 A.U. LOCATION: SOL SYSTEM, ABOARD UTRN INDOMITABLE WILL
FIREMAN APPRENTICE SARAH CALLAHAN
It'll be back again tonight...
Sarah’s haunted thoughts repeated like a mantra. She had to be ready, but how? Her skin crawled and itched, the long sleeves of her BDU’s prevented her from being able to do anything about the painful sensation from the inflamed scratches they hid. She blearily rubbed at her sunken eyes, and she drained the rest of her coffee. All the numbers on the screen had started bleeding in together and her eyes hurt horribly, with the throbbing pain in her abdomen only compounding her misery.
“My god, Sarah, you look a wreck, hon. How have you been sleeping?” Yvonne, her shift partner asked, with concern in her voice.
“I have a monster tension headache, I just hope the meds kick in soon. Can you check my math? I need to get out of these white lights for a few minutes. Close my eyes for a bit, something, anything. I've been having nightmares again.” Sarah felt good, being able to admit it, and Yvonne had long since proven her friendship, so it was easier to actually speak.
“Yeah, no prob. As soon as I am done here I will check your readings and we can get out of here. Do you mean nightmares from the invasion?” Yvonne asked, carefully picking her words and tone.
“Kind of the same general themes, but different. Everything is going wrong, like the worst possible outcomes of my worst nightmares are all combining together. Like, it feels actively malicious, I don't know, its hard to explain...” Sarah said, bleakly.
“That’s hard, I am sorry. You need a shower, and an uninterrupted nap. Sleep deprivation plays all kinds of hell on the body and mind. I had a friend who went through an insomniac phase so extreme he would go days without sleeping. Wound up in the hospital after trying to drive to work while hallucinating his dead fiancée was sitting in the passenger seat screaming at him to watch out. Wound up rear-ending the car in front of him. Thank God he lived to tell the tale, but that is why it worries me to see you like this.” Yvonne planted her hand on Sarah’s shoulder as she told the story.
“Yikes, I think I slept like two hours into my sleep shift before I started having the nightmares again, woke up, and passed in and out of some restless sleep. It got really bad around oh three hundred. There were sounds... noises like scratching and a loud bang, and the shadows were moving. I just kept feeling like I was being watched, but everyone else seemed to be having disturbed sleep in their bunks. God, it was a creepy feeling.” Sarah took a moment to compose herself.
“I know how crazy this will sound, maybe that I am sleep deprived and likely hallucinating like your friend, but just hear me out. There was something there Yvonne, in the dark at the edge of perception, I could feel it. I also know I wasn’t the only one tossing and turning either. I could also hear scratchy whispering, too. I just hid, strapped in under the weighted blanket. At some point I slept some more, I must have, but not for what felt like a few stressful and draining hours. I'm just making a total mess of explaining this, aren’t I?”
“No, you're fine, girl! I am sorry that happened, my dorm has been pretty quiet, but I have always slept like a rock. Is there anything I can do?”
“I could use a hug.” Sarah said, which caused Yvonne to laugh, breaking some of the tension. They embraced warmly for a good minute, which did wonders for relieving some of the headache and her black mood.
“Thanks, Yvonne, I know it’s all in my head and it’s a vicious feedback cycle due to lack of quality sleep. Thanks for listening without calling me crazy.“ Sarah said, shying away from the last thing she hadn’t the courage to say.
She didn’t dare mention how she had hidden under the covers as she felt it get near. How she had felt something pushing on the mattress. How as her fear peaked, she herself peeked over the covers to find nothing there just to have the oppressive feeling evaporate along with the sensation of pressure by her feet. Her dorm mates all seemed to stop stirring after that, and only then did the nightmares stop for her that night. By then she was left with barely enough time for one last short sleep cycle before the start of A shift that very morning. This was a secret she would have to keep to herself, nobody would believe her anyway.
“I think I'll ask the Chief for a break from my duties today to rest and to visit med bay. Maybe they can give me something to help catch back up on my sleep.” Sarah said.
“Good idea, can I come with? I’ll back you up.” Yvonne said. Sarah smiled at her friend before she nodded at her before they checked off the last of their duties on site and headed away to find the Chief.

Le cinéma a fermé il y a un bail (2018) pour de gros travaux de rénovation et devait rouvrir pour les JO. Sauf que j'ai beau chercher des infos il n'y a rien, pas de date, d'annonce ou de point d'avancement. Je me dis que ça sent les problèmes/retards mais est-ce que quelqu'un aurait plus d'infos sur la Géode ou la situation réelle des travaux ?