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2024.05.21 06:47 No_Marzipan_1230 Industrial Mage: Modernizing A Magical World - Chapter 02 – The Blight
Synopsis:
An engineer in another world—blending science and magic to achieve greatness in a world where skills and levels reign supreme.
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Ethan was just a plain old engineer, but everything changed when he was reborn into a world of skills, levels, and magic. With his advanced knowledge far ahead of the time period he finds himself in, this new reincarnated life will be much different than his last, especially because he can construct, deconstruct, and reconstruct runes—something no one else can do.
But with royal politics, looming tax collectors, a mountain of debt, dungeon incursions, cults, and hostile fantasy races mixing together into a cocktail of bullshit that threatens to bury his dreams; Ethan must bridge the gap between steel and sorcery to grow stronger.
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Roland cursed under his breath as he trudged down the muddy path toward Lord Theodore's manor. The late early morning sun cast long shadows, painting the desolate landscape in an even bleaker light.
Why was it only him who had to deal with Lord Theodore's bullshit? Just last night, Roland had to take care of all the complaints from the bar he'd found Lord Theodore at. Not to mention, he had to pay compensation to the wenches from his own personal funds.
And that wasn't even half the things he'd done yesterday alone.
After all, Lord Theodore was either busy abusing his power and bullying the people of the town, gambling, drinking, getting wasted with his face stuck up a prostitute, or doing his fourth favorite activity which, naturally, was a combination of the latter three. The man wasn't the brightest, but he wasn't quite dumb enough to avoid dealing with the problems the town of Holden faced.
Roland shook his head when he made it to the estate gates. As expected, there were guards, servants, and soldiers dashing left and right, but he was ignored. It was time to beg Lord Theodore to attend to his duties. None dared stop him, for he was a [Knight] appointed to Lord Theodore by his father—Lord Alexander Lockheart—and an acting advisor while said lord was being, well, his usual idiotic and selfish self.
So, Roland did what he had to; he moved past them all, and made for Lord Theodore's sleeping quarters where a handful of maids were all fussing about like hens with their heads chopped off.
Lord Theodore's quarters were not large by noble standards, but impressive all the same. Lavish and gaudy, just as he expected. Tapestries and drapes were hung up high all about the walls, and on the ground, there were expensive fur carpets.
After moving past the maids and butlers who were currently shuffling about like a horde of ants whose nest was threatened by a boar, he stopped before a silk drape that barred the way to Lord Theodore's bedchambers.
"Lord Theodore," he called.
Silence.
"Lord Theodore?"
Nothing.
Feeling a little annoyed, Roland frowned. "Lord Theodore," he called again. "With all due respect, are you presently attired?"
Nothing but a muffled sound came from the other side. Roland grimaced, and looked up at the ceiling in exasperation before dropping his hand and tugging the curtain aside. The inside of the bedchamber wasn't much to look at. Just your average nobleman's bedroom with a canopy bed big enough to fit twelve women side-by-side.
Most did, in fact, do just that.
A bookshelf stood on each wall, and at the far end was another drape that led to an enclosed balcony where he had the gall to throw his used clothes through during summer.
"Greetings, my lord," Roland said.
Lord Theodore, however, didn't answer.
He sat in front of a full-length mirror on the dresser. He had this listless sort of look, like he just didn't know how to deal with things. It wasn't an expression he'd ever seen on the man's face.
"Lord Theodore, are you well?" Roland inquired, a sliver of unease creeping into his voice. Though he found the young lord childish—given he was barely eighteen years old—Lord Theodore was his responsibility. He'd been Roland's responsibility when he was a little brat, and even now.
Theodore gave a startled response. "Ah, Roland? Yes, I am quite well."
"My lord, with all due respect, I implore you to be truthful. Has something transpired?"
Roland was anxious now. While he harbored no particular fondness for Lord Theodore, a sworn oath bound him to protect and care for the Baron. Granted, his master, Lord Theodore's own father, had afforded him considerable autonomy within Holden's borders—heck, he could even go as far as beating up Lord Theodore without consequences, if Roland deemed it reasonable and necessary—but his code of honor held oaths sacred. The son of the house Varian would rather lose an arm and his birthright than break a single [Oath] made.
"No, truly, I'm fine."
"If that is the case," Roland acknowledged with a curt nod, "then I bear news."
Lord Theodore furrowed his brow. "Good news, I trust?"
"I'm afraid not," Roland sighed. "Yesterday, our patrol in the Deadwoods encountered a band of brigands...…"
Lord Theodore's frown deepened. "While banditry is a common occurrence, it often heralds further troubles. Elaborate, Roland."
"Indeed, my lord," Roland continued, "these brigands weren't merely causing a ruckus. Apparently, they were engaged in combat with a rather formidable creature, vaguely humanoid in form."
Lord Theodore's posture stiffened. "Vaguely humanoid? Can you provide further details?"
Roland shook his head. "Limited information, I'm afraid. Only reports of unnatural speed reached our ears; it appeared to be engaged with wolves. Both fled upon human-contact, however."
Lord Theodore stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Did our men prevail against the brigands? And this creature—surely Captain..." he paused, searching for the man's name.
"Thomas," Roland supplied.
"Ah, yes, Thomas. Holden is geographically close to the Deadwoods. Sir Thomas wouldn't simply abandon such a threat near the bordertowns, would he? He and I may not see eye to eye on certain matters, but... surely he wouldn't leave such a threat unaddressed." Lord Theodore said.
Roland hesitated. "Captain Thomas chose to bypass us and directly inform the Crown of their discovery. He remained tight-lipped regarding specifics despite repeated inquiries."
Lord Theodore hummed thoughtfully. "If Thomas deems it worthy of the Crown's attention, then it surpasses our jurisdiction. Let's hope for their swift and decisive action. What of the brigands? Eliminated, I presume?"
"So it seems," Roland replied. "All but one met their demise. The sole survivor remains in a cell, though maddened beyond reason."
"I see. Is that for now?" Lord Theodore leaned back in his chair.
"Not quite, my lord. We've had a recent outbreak of the Blight, and we suspect it was an intentional spread. Unfortunately, the culprit remains unidentified."
Theodore's expression morphed into one of genuine shock. "Are these two seemingly unrelated issues connected, perhaps?" He asked.
"It appears to be the case, my lord." A sigh escaped Roland's lips. The Blight—a magical sickness that eats away at your life force, causes lethargy, nausea, and kills you, all while your body radiates a pervasive foul odor. It had recently taken hold on a few people of Holden. Why or how, Roland did not know.
"Those afflicted have been quarantined in a secure location far from Holden to prevent further contagion. Our physicians are doing their utmost to manage them. However, several have died already, and the remaining victims exhibit signs of feral behavior—meaning, they have already entered the late stage, I'm afraid. It's become imperative that they remain under quarantine, lest they either bite other humans—given there's hunger for raw flesh in the late stage—or they could infect the crops, causing them to decay. Consequently, the farmers, understandably anxious, have retreated into their homes."
They were likely waiting for their lord, incompetent as he may be, to deal with the situation. Yet, he had his hand up a wench's skirt more than actually trying to fix the issues... What can I do with him? Roland sighed.
Lord Theodore rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Roland."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Do you think the Merchant Guild would let me have another loan?"
Roland's lips thinned into a line, but he shook his head. "Regrettably, my lord, they would not. The Merchants' Guild has been cautious lately. There was this whole unpleasant affair with a prominent [Merchant Lord] named Bertram, you might know the name. Used to flaunt more gold jewelry than some of the highborn nobles. Turns out, he was embezzling.
"Apparently, he manipulated the Guild's books for months. Inflated trade contracts with nonexistent suppliers from faraway lands, siphoned off the extra profit into his own pockets. Clever, gotta give him that. Even forged shipping manifests to keep it all looking legit.
"Nasty business, that. Apparently, the esteemed Lord Bertram decided a little vacation was in order after everything, and wouldn't you know it, he packed a rather hefty sum from the Guild's coffers along for the ride as well. We're talking a near royal-wedding-sized dowry here, my lord. Vanished, all of it.
"The details are still murky, but rumor has it Bertram might have gotten tangled with pirates operating from the Broken Isles. One of the [Pirate Kings], perhaps—or most likely. So, the Merchants' Guild has been refraining from giving out loans. And, my apologies to say this, my lord, but you're a high-risk individual, and you already have quite the debt with them... They wouldn't want to give more."
Lord Theodore already had a mountain of debt on his name... The interest rate was more than what Lord Theodore could pay off even if the crops did better than planned. Given that the Adventurers' Guild of this sector had been rather short on manpower lately due to a dungeon incursion in the town, Corinth, lying beside theirs and given that Lord Theodore had a tendency for tax evasion and then laundering… Yeah, they were royally fucked. Even if in this situation, Lord Theodore wanted a loan for himself... Roland just gave up. Maybe it was time to return to his master, Lord Theodore's father, and just ask him to appoint him somewhere else—he couldn't deal with this scumbag anymore, not in his current state.
"I see, they wouldn't. Not surprising. It seems I'm going to have to hire a [Necromancer] by my lonesome."
Roland blinked. "That's..." a shock, Roland stopped himself from saying. [Necromancers] cost a hefty sum, and given that Lord Theodore was already under debt and likely the financial situation of Holden was anything but optimal, hiring a [Necromancer] would've put a huge dent in Holden's already meager reserves. However, Roland hadn't imagined, not in his wildest dreams, that Lord Theodore would be employing one by his lonesome.
Throughout his life, Roland had known this man to not even spare a thought to anything that wasn't his immediate self-gratification, or his amusement and satisfaction. How was the wastrel noble suddenly going to change?
"My lord, my apologies for asking, but why do you require a [Necromancer's] assistance?" Roland finally asked, schooling his shocked expression.
"Oh, I have some... theories regarding the Blight." Lord Theodore grinned. "And a [Necromancer] might just be someone who we need in order to solve this problem once and for all."
Roland was shocked to his core, once more. "But, my lord, the treatment for the Blight isn't something common folk can afford? So, how...?"
"Nonsense, Roland. Forget that rudimentary concoction they peddle as a cure. I envision a more... permanent solution. Issue a commission at the Adventurers' Guild—a [Necromancer] or perhaps a [Witch], their talents are equally suited for this task."
"Yes, my lord." Roland bowed, failing to comprehend what Lord Theodore was planning on doing.
-2-
When Roland left, Ethan found it easier to relax. The stiff, aristocratic manners these people employed were rather annoying to bear with. No, they were rather hard to imitate, more accurately. Because despite his efforts, he'd still found it hard to match their ways, but it was doable. Not good enough, yet, but doable.
"How should I, going forward, act, then?" he muttered. "Because if I've understood a single thing, it is this: Theo's character as I know it now will ruin any chance of me, well, earning anything, be that respect, wealth, power, or all three. Should I continue as him, then, or completely overhaul Theodore's character and pretend it's some epiphany? A spiritual enlightenment, perhaps?"
Ethan shook his head. Whatever it may be, he wasn't planning on being like Theo. Let's go with a gradual change in mannerism.
First, however, he needed to deal with the Blight issue. Which would be easily dealt with—all he had to do was pay the [Necromancer], or [Witch], from his own pouch. Then, he needed to figure out this town's financial status and everything else in order to organize a working infrastructure and create new financial opportunities. Afterwards, he could move onto his 'character', if that is indeed what his situation required. There's a lot to do.
Before everything, however, a bath.
After all, he reeked of sweat and alcohol, among other not-so pleasant scents.
...
It took no more than a few minutes for a handful of servants to prepare the bath. Hot water steamed inside the spacious tub as soap bubbles glistened—soap that was far too expensive for the common folk. Despite being a luxury, its quality was arguably trash. Regardless, this was all the people had in this world. A strong scent of lavender permeated the air and tickled his nose as he undressed. A few maids had prepared for his comfort and placed a silken bathrobe alongside a set of towels on a small table near the bathtub before he'd dismissed them, ordering them to inform the kitchen staff that he would like his meal soon.
Ethan relaxed his shoulders, took the robe with one hand, and tossed it carelessly nearby. It was fine silk. Ethan shook his head before proceeding with an easy grace into the water. It was hot. Yet, Ethan felt rather cold, despite the heat. It helped him relax, and with it, the stiff persona that was Lord Theodore faded.
Ethan sank deeper, letting his long blond locks loose. A quick thought made him bring his hand forward. What if... he could make a fire? Just a little one, like a candle flame. How cool would that be? He focused, willing a tiny spark to appear on his fingertip. Nothing. Just a sputter and a fizzle.
"Hmm," he mumbled, undeterred. "Maybe I need to practice."
He doubted it was just understanding. After all, the skill [Elemental Spells] had given him the barest hints of the basics of how to create a basic spark of flame. He lacked control over mana. [Magic Perception] allowed him to view his mana—flowing, fast-moving streams and spiraling, coiling vortexes. It was chaotic; it was a mess! Maybe if he calmed it down, he could actually make something happen?
Easier said than done, he quickly learned. When he moved it, it took no less effort than bending metal with brute force. The feeling was there, and the will, too. Just the act of 'moving' it alone was a herculean effort. It seemed nigh impossible.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong?
Humming, Ethan looked through the snippets of memories he'd gotten from Theodore. The memories, he found, weren't entirely useless; as his mind drifted back and forth from those flashes, he did remember something Theodore had seen last night... There! A memory from last night—a drunk mage at the bar, showing off with a fireball for some girl who didn't seem too impressed.
"Let's see how that trick works," Ethan grinned.
With [Magic Perception], he saw how the spell flowed. The "spell" was, in a way, forced outwards into reality through the use of symbols he quickly recognized as runes—at least that was what he assumed after seeing the fireball.
Ethan could easily recall the shape of the rune that'd appeared before the fire took form on top of the mage's hand.
I'm pretty sure it's not possible to view runes. I assume, at least, from what little fragments of memories I got from Theo. Anyway, let's move my mana in the shape, then.
He imagined the shape on top of his hand and willed the mana to pour into it. Soon, rune motes started forming out of thin air, ripping into reality. Forming into a shape he willed, a rune burned brightly and loudly atop his palm. As he drew his hand forward, flames burst into life, flickering before fizzling out.
[Basic Magic Script] — Lvl 1 -> Lvl 2!
Congratulations! You have gained skill: [Basic Rune Creation]!
"Whoa." Ethan stared at his hand, a wide grin splitting his face. So that's how it works! Runes, huh? That's awesome! Ethan felt like a child again. He couldn't wait to try again, this time with a smaller flame, as it appeared that a fireball was far too much for his lacking skill and control. Magic... it was epic stuff!
Before that, however, he looked at the new skill he'd gained.
~Basic Rune Creation – Level 1~
Type: Active
Effect: You have grasped the fundamental concept of using runes to channel and shape your mana for basic magical effects. The Connection between two of your skill—[Magic Perception] and [Basic Magic Script]—has resulted in the creation of a new skill. You can now create simple runes that allow for the manipulation of elemental energy on a small scale. As your skill level increases, you will be able to create more complex runes, allowing for more powerful and versatile spells. You may also learn to combine runes for even greater magical effects.
Ethan stared. Reading the description was a quick matter of concentration. It took him by surprise, however, when he realized it. Rune creation? Huh. Does that mean I can create anything? The thought alone was exciting. What about rune motes? Rune motes were fragments of runes, combining certain fragments could result in a full rune. I saw them congregating into the shape of a rune, but is it possible to just create rune motes and not a full rune? I should try.
Regardless of his thoughts, it was creation—
—and Ethan loved creation. Even as a child, he had never gotten tired of tinkering with things. He still recalled the time he'd gotten his first Lego set. Just putting random pieces together with no thought for a bigger picture—he'd loved that. He'd loved doing all sorts of stuff with Legos, creating different castles or other complex structures, but it was building something completely random and ridiculous, yet unique nonetheless, which gave him the most sense of satisfaction. It was fun. It was a hobby—a hobby that ignited in him a fire of passion for innovation.
It was then the thought of being a civil engineer had sprung up in his mind. To put it simply, a civil engineer is responsible for planning, designing, and constructing buildings. Though, that was just a general term. Ethan would have been perfectly happy had he chosen that. Unfortunately, his father had wanted him to become a boxer, instead.
The man wanted to become one himself in his prime, but due to health issues, he'd quit right before making it to a big league. He'd hoped his son would achieve what he couldn't and bring victory for the family. Even though Ethan hadn't exactly planned boxing as his future, but who could refuse the pressure his old man put on him? Especially when he'd been just a little boy?
It was another matter entirely that Ethan fell in love with boxing, too, as it made him feel alive. The sensation of a punching bag slamming against his fists? Nothing quite made his blood boil like that.
And oh, fighting in the ring. There was just something about the sport Ethan couldn't resist.
Something about creation, fighting, and experiencing a bit of both, had Ethan wishing he could try the other options that lay in front of him now.
Could he make a real spaceship, in this world?
It sounded silly as fuck and he knew it. Nonetheless, the temptation was still there, hovering and nagging at the edge of his mind, as ridiculous as his previous thoughts might have been.
Spaceships are cool, dammit.
That thought suddenly gave Ethan pause. "Let's just return to practice."
This time, fire flickered atop his fingertips for a second longer.
Another second was added on top of that after his third try.
The light was dim. However, it did mean something: improvement.
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 1 -> Lvl 2!
Grinning like an idiot, Ethan sank deeper into the hot bath water and brought his other hand up to repeat the exercise for the next half an hour or so, occasionally reading a notification that would come every now and then.
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 2 -> Lvl 3!
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 3 -> Lvl 4!
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 4 -> Lvl 5!
But no matter what, he couldn't get it to level up to level 6, nor could he level up [Basic Magic Script] from level 2 to 3.
Why not, though? I'm doing—
"Don't rush," he chided himself. "Your control is pitiful, shaping is trash, and your spellcasting is akin to tossing stones into the sea without even knowing how to make it bounce—guesswork is all you are, but it's a good start, I suppose."
As he set a handful of candle-like flames afloat on all five of his fingers, his lips quirked into a wide smirk. It was only a party trick. For now, that is. I need to find more about magic and learn. I've been winging it.
That was true; he didn't understand anything about magic. All he'd done so far was try to emulate the rune he'd seen in the memory snippet through the help of [Magic Perception] and cast a few party tricks. Was that impressive? He had literally no comparison to base off of, thus why he knew he needed to learn more.
Theodore's memories proved to be useless in this regard, too. His father hadn't found him worthy enough to be assigned a mage as a tutor. Theodore was a disappointment through and through, and that's why he'd been sent to rule the bordertowns.
He could cast the spell, yes, but he didn't understand the underlying concepts that fueled the magic or what the process was.
-3-
Ethan descended down the stairs that would lead him to the dining room where breakfast had already been laid out for him. Two maids were present as well. It was a feast of the likes he'd only ever read in fairy tales. Fried, scrambled, boiled eggs. Different shapes, sizes, and cuts. Cakes and pies in varying quantities and sizes. Grilled meat, smoked and salted. How could he ever eat everything alone?
Ethan exhaled and then dove in; however, he still maintained decorum as it was imperative to do so given that he was a noble now. Regardless, once done, he made it to the meeting room given that he had some people to meet today.
"Barely breaking even," Ethan muttered, flicking the parchment in his hand. He frowned at the financial situation of Holden, the town he was in charge of. The bordertowns consisted of a series of towns lying on the periphery of the borders. Each town was a barony in name, and nobles—especially troublesome nobles—were often sent here to practice ruling and to make them accustomed to how the common folk lived, so they could empathize with the people they ruled.
With how many bandits the region had had lately, the Blight, debt, tax, and interest that'd ramped up, Ethan's current situation was mind-fucking at best and a keg waiting to explode at worst.
I don't want to deal with Theo's issues.
Not only was this whole situation something Ethan did not want in the slightest, a whole can of worms that were Theo's problems was thrust into his hands. Ethan had held no fantasies of getting isekai'd. That was suicide in his books. He'd have been more than happy to die and meet oblivion. But now that he was here…
Leaning back into his chair, Ethan rubbed his eyes. Yeah, he needed to deal with everything and make the best of his situation to live a comfortable life. When Roland returned with a man in tow, Ethan hummed.
The man was young, younger than Roland, even. Black hair and sharp green eyes. He held himself high with confidence and Ethan recognized him instantly. Isn't he that mage from the bar?
"My lord," Roland bowed. "I have brought a [Necromancer] as per your command."
The [Necromancer] bowed and with a thin smile said, "Pleased to be at your service, my lord. The name's Jack."
Hm. So he wasn't a mage but a [Necromancer].
"Likewise," Ethan replied with a nod, then leaned forward, smiling. "Say, Jack, would you like to be part of a business opportunity?
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An engineer in another world—blending science and magic to achieve greatness in a world where skills and levels reign supreme.
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Ethan was just a plain old engineer, but everything changed when he was reborn into a world of skills, levels, and magic. With his advanced knowledge far ahead of the time period he finds himself in, this new reincarnated life will be much different than his last, especially because he can construct, deconstruct, and reconstruct runes—something no one else can do.
But with royal politics, looming tax collectors, a mountain of debt, dungeon incursions, cults, and hostile fantasy races mixing together into a cocktail of bullshit that threatens to bury his dreams; Ethan must bridge the gap between steel and sorcery to grow stronger.
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Chapter 02
-1-Roland cursed under his breath as he trudged down the muddy path toward Lord Theodore's manor. The late early morning sun cast long shadows, painting the desolate landscape in an even bleaker light.
Why was it only him who had to deal with Lord Theodore's bullshit? Just last night, Roland had to take care of all the complaints from the bar he'd found Lord Theodore at. Not to mention, he had to pay compensation to the wenches from his own personal funds.
And that wasn't even half the things he'd done yesterday alone.
After all, Lord Theodore was either busy abusing his power and bullying the people of the town, gambling, drinking, getting wasted with his face stuck up a prostitute, or doing his fourth favorite activity which, naturally, was a combination of the latter three. The man wasn't the brightest, but he wasn't quite dumb enough to avoid dealing with the problems the town of Holden faced.
Roland shook his head when he made it to the estate gates. As expected, there were guards, servants, and soldiers dashing left and right, but he was ignored. It was time to beg Lord Theodore to attend to his duties. None dared stop him, for he was a [Knight] appointed to Lord Theodore by his father—Lord Alexander Lockheart—and an acting advisor while said lord was being, well, his usual idiotic and selfish self.
So, Roland did what he had to; he moved past them all, and made for Lord Theodore's sleeping quarters where a handful of maids were all fussing about like hens with their heads chopped off.
Lord Theodore's quarters were not large by noble standards, but impressive all the same. Lavish and gaudy, just as he expected. Tapestries and drapes were hung up high all about the walls, and on the ground, there were expensive fur carpets.
After moving past the maids and butlers who were currently shuffling about like a horde of ants whose nest was threatened by a boar, he stopped before a silk drape that barred the way to Lord Theodore's bedchambers.
"Lord Theodore," he called.
Silence.
"Lord Theodore?"
Nothing.
Feeling a little annoyed, Roland frowned. "Lord Theodore," he called again. "With all due respect, are you presently attired?"
Nothing but a muffled sound came from the other side. Roland grimaced, and looked up at the ceiling in exasperation before dropping his hand and tugging the curtain aside. The inside of the bedchamber wasn't much to look at. Just your average nobleman's bedroom with a canopy bed big enough to fit twelve women side-by-side.
Most did, in fact, do just that.
A bookshelf stood on each wall, and at the far end was another drape that led to an enclosed balcony where he had the gall to throw his used clothes through during summer.
"Greetings, my lord," Roland said.
Lord Theodore, however, didn't answer.
He sat in front of a full-length mirror on the dresser. He had this listless sort of look, like he just didn't know how to deal with things. It wasn't an expression he'd ever seen on the man's face.
"Lord Theodore, are you well?" Roland inquired, a sliver of unease creeping into his voice. Though he found the young lord childish—given he was barely eighteen years old—Lord Theodore was his responsibility. He'd been Roland's responsibility when he was a little brat, and even now.
Theodore gave a startled response. "Ah, Roland? Yes, I am quite well."
"My lord, with all due respect, I implore you to be truthful. Has something transpired?"
Roland was anxious now. While he harbored no particular fondness for Lord Theodore, a sworn oath bound him to protect and care for the Baron. Granted, his master, Lord Theodore's own father, had afforded him considerable autonomy within Holden's borders—heck, he could even go as far as beating up Lord Theodore without consequences, if Roland deemed it reasonable and necessary—but his code of honor held oaths sacred. The son of the house Varian would rather lose an arm and his birthright than break a single [Oath] made.
"No, truly, I'm fine."
"If that is the case," Roland acknowledged with a curt nod, "then I bear news."
Lord Theodore furrowed his brow. "Good news, I trust?"
"I'm afraid not," Roland sighed. "Yesterday, our patrol in the Deadwoods encountered a band of brigands...…"
Lord Theodore's frown deepened. "While banditry is a common occurrence, it often heralds further troubles. Elaborate, Roland."
"Indeed, my lord," Roland continued, "these brigands weren't merely causing a ruckus. Apparently, they were engaged in combat with a rather formidable creature, vaguely humanoid in form."
Lord Theodore's posture stiffened. "Vaguely humanoid? Can you provide further details?"
Roland shook his head. "Limited information, I'm afraid. Only reports of unnatural speed reached our ears; it appeared to be engaged with wolves. Both fled upon human-contact, however."
Lord Theodore stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Did our men prevail against the brigands? And this creature—surely Captain..." he paused, searching for the man's name.
"Thomas," Roland supplied.
"Ah, yes, Thomas. Holden is geographically close to the Deadwoods. Sir Thomas wouldn't simply abandon such a threat near the bordertowns, would he? He and I may not see eye to eye on certain matters, but... surely he wouldn't leave such a threat unaddressed." Lord Theodore said.
Roland hesitated. "Captain Thomas chose to bypass us and directly inform the Crown of their discovery. He remained tight-lipped regarding specifics despite repeated inquiries."
Lord Theodore hummed thoughtfully. "If Thomas deems it worthy of the Crown's attention, then it surpasses our jurisdiction. Let's hope for their swift and decisive action. What of the brigands? Eliminated, I presume?"
"So it seems," Roland replied. "All but one met their demise. The sole survivor remains in a cell, though maddened beyond reason."
"I see. Is that for now?" Lord Theodore leaned back in his chair.
"Not quite, my lord. We've had a recent outbreak of the Blight, and we suspect it was an intentional spread. Unfortunately, the culprit remains unidentified."
Theodore's expression morphed into one of genuine shock. "Are these two seemingly unrelated issues connected, perhaps?" He asked.
"It appears to be the case, my lord." A sigh escaped Roland's lips. The Blight—a magical sickness that eats away at your life force, causes lethargy, nausea, and kills you, all while your body radiates a pervasive foul odor. It had recently taken hold on a few people of Holden. Why or how, Roland did not know.
"Those afflicted have been quarantined in a secure location far from Holden to prevent further contagion. Our physicians are doing their utmost to manage them. However, several have died already, and the remaining victims exhibit signs of feral behavior—meaning, they have already entered the late stage, I'm afraid. It's become imperative that they remain under quarantine, lest they either bite other humans—given there's hunger for raw flesh in the late stage—or they could infect the crops, causing them to decay. Consequently, the farmers, understandably anxious, have retreated into their homes."
They were likely waiting for their lord, incompetent as he may be, to deal with the situation. Yet, he had his hand up a wench's skirt more than actually trying to fix the issues... What can I do with him? Roland sighed.
Lord Theodore rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Roland."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Do you think the Merchant Guild would let me have another loan?"
Roland's lips thinned into a line, but he shook his head. "Regrettably, my lord, they would not. The Merchants' Guild has been cautious lately. There was this whole unpleasant affair with a prominent [Merchant Lord] named Bertram, you might know the name. Used to flaunt more gold jewelry than some of the highborn nobles. Turns out, he was embezzling.
"Apparently, he manipulated the Guild's books for months. Inflated trade contracts with nonexistent suppliers from faraway lands, siphoned off the extra profit into his own pockets. Clever, gotta give him that. Even forged shipping manifests to keep it all looking legit.
"Nasty business, that. Apparently, the esteemed Lord Bertram decided a little vacation was in order after everything, and wouldn't you know it, he packed a rather hefty sum from the Guild's coffers along for the ride as well. We're talking a near royal-wedding-sized dowry here, my lord. Vanished, all of it.
"The details are still murky, but rumor has it Bertram might have gotten tangled with pirates operating from the Broken Isles. One of the [Pirate Kings], perhaps—or most likely. So, the Merchants' Guild has been refraining from giving out loans. And, my apologies to say this, my lord, but you're a high-risk individual, and you already have quite the debt with them... They wouldn't want to give more."
Lord Theodore already had a mountain of debt on his name... The interest rate was more than what Lord Theodore could pay off even if the crops did better than planned. Given that the Adventurers' Guild of this sector had been rather short on manpower lately due to a dungeon incursion in the town, Corinth, lying beside theirs and given that Lord Theodore had a tendency for tax evasion and then laundering… Yeah, they were royally fucked. Even if in this situation, Lord Theodore wanted a loan for himself... Roland just gave up. Maybe it was time to return to his master, Lord Theodore's father, and just ask him to appoint him somewhere else—he couldn't deal with this scumbag anymore, not in his current state.
"I see, they wouldn't. Not surprising. It seems I'm going to have to hire a [Necromancer] by my lonesome."
Roland blinked. "That's..." a shock, Roland stopped himself from saying. [Necromancers] cost a hefty sum, and given that Lord Theodore was already under debt and likely the financial situation of Holden was anything but optimal, hiring a [Necromancer] would've put a huge dent in Holden's already meager reserves. However, Roland hadn't imagined, not in his wildest dreams, that Lord Theodore would be employing one by his lonesome.
Throughout his life, Roland had known this man to not even spare a thought to anything that wasn't his immediate self-gratification, or his amusement and satisfaction. How was the wastrel noble suddenly going to change?
"My lord, my apologies for asking, but why do you require a [Necromancer's] assistance?" Roland finally asked, schooling his shocked expression.
"Oh, I have some... theories regarding the Blight." Lord Theodore grinned. "And a [Necromancer] might just be someone who we need in order to solve this problem once and for all."
Roland was shocked to his core, once more. "But, my lord, the treatment for the Blight isn't something common folk can afford? So, how...?"
"Nonsense, Roland. Forget that rudimentary concoction they peddle as a cure. I envision a more... permanent solution. Issue a commission at the Adventurers' Guild—a [Necromancer] or perhaps a [Witch], their talents are equally suited for this task."
"Yes, my lord." Roland bowed, failing to comprehend what Lord Theodore was planning on doing.
-2-
When Roland left, Ethan found it easier to relax. The stiff, aristocratic manners these people employed were rather annoying to bear with. No, they were rather hard to imitate, more accurately. Because despite his efforts, he'd still found it hard to match their ways, but it was doable. Not good enough, yet, but doable.
"How should I, going forward, act, then?" he muttered. "Because if I've understood a single thing, it is this: Theo's character as I know it now will ruin any chance of me, well, earning anything, be that respect, wealth, power, or all three. Should I continue as him, then, or completely overhaul Theodore's character and pretend it's some epiphany? A spiritual enlightenment, perhaps?"
Ethan shook his head. Whatever it may be, he wasn't planning on being like Theo. Let's go with a gradual change in mannerism.
First, however, he needed to deal with the Blight issue. Which would be easily dealt with—all he had to do was pay the [Necromancer], or [Witch], from his own pouch. Then, he needed to figure out this town's financial status and everything else in order to organize a working infrastructure and create new financial opportunities. Afterwards, he could move onto his 'character', if that is indeed what his situation required. There's a lot to do.
Before everything, however, a bath.
After all, he reeked of sweat and alcohol, among other not-so pleasant scents.
...
It took no more than a few minutes for a handful of servants to prepare the bath. Hot water steamed inside the spacious tub as soap bubbles glistened—soap that was far too expensive for the common folk. Despite being a luxury, its quality was arguably trash. Regardless, this was all the people had in this world. A strong scent of lavender permeated the air and tickled his nose as he undressed. A few maids had prepared for his comfort and placed a silken bathrobe alongside a set of towels on a small table near the bathtub before he'd dismissed them, ordering them to inform the kitchen staff that he would like his meal soon.
Ethan relaxed his shoulders, took the robe with one hand, and tossed it carelessly nearby. It was fine silk. Ethan shook his head before proceeding with an easy grace into the water. It was hot. Yet, Ethan felt rather cold, despite the heat. It helped him relax, and with it, the stiff persona that was Lord Theodore faded.
Ethan sank deeper, letting his long blond locks loose. A quick thought made him bring his hand forward. What if... he could make a fire? Just a little one, like a candle flame. How cool would that be? He focused, willing a tiny spark to appear on his fingertip. Nothing. Just a sputter and a fizzle.
"Hmm," he mumbled, undeterred. "Maybe I need to practice."
He doubted it was just understanding. After all, the skill [Elemental Spells] had given him the barest hints of the basics of how to create a basic spark of flame. He lacked control over mana. [Magic Perception] allowed him to view his mana—flowing, fast-moving streams and spiraling, coiling vortexes. It was chaotic; it was a mess! Maybe if he calmed it down, he could actually make something happen?
Easier said than done, he quickly learned. When he moved it, it took no less effort than bending metal with brute force. The feeling was there, and the will, too. Just the act of 'moving' it alone was a herculean effort. It seemed nigh impossible.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong?
Humming, Ethan looked through the snippets of memories he'd gotten from Theodore. The memories, he found, weren't entirely useless; as his mind drifted back and forth from those flashes, he did remember something Theodore had seen last night... There! A memory from last night—a drunk mage at the bar, showing off with a fireball for some girl who didn't seem too impressed.
"Let's see how that trick works," Ethan grinned.
With [Magic Perception], he saw how the spell flowed. The "spell" was, in a way, forced outwards into reality through the use of symbols he quickly recognized as runes—at least that was what he assumed after seeing the fireball.
Ethan could easily recall the shape of the rune that'd appeared before the fire took form on top of the mage's hand.
I'm pretty sure it's not possible to view runes. I assume, at least, from what little fragments of memories I got from Theo. Anyway, let's move my mana in the shape, then.
He imagined the shape on top of his hand and willed the mana to pour into it. Soon, rune motes started forming out of thin air, ripping into reality. Forming into a shape he willed, a rune burned brightly and loudly atop his palm. As he drew his hand forward, flames burst into life, flickering before fizzling out.
[Basic Magic Script] — Lvl 1 -> Lvl 2!
Congratulations! You have gained skill: [Basic Rune Creation]!
"Whoa." Ethan stared at his hand, a wide grin splitting his face. So that's how it works! Runes, huh? That's awesome! Ethan felt like a child again. He couldn't wait to try again, this time with a smaller flame, as it appeared that a fireball was far too much for his lacking skill and control. Magic... it was epic stuff!
Before that, however, he looked at the new skill he'd gained.
~Basic Rune Creation – Level 1~
Type: Active
Effect: You have grasped the fundamental concept of using runes to channel and shape your mana for basic magical effects. The Connection between two of your skill—[Magic Perception] and [Basic Magic Script]—has resulted in the creation of a new skill. You can now create simple runes that allow for the manipulation of elemental energy on a small scale. As your skill level increases, you will be able to create more complex runes, allowing for more powerful and versatile spells. You may also learn to combine runes for even greater magical effects.
Ethan stared. Reading the description was a quick matter of concentration. It took him by surprise, however, when he realized it. Rune creation? Huh. Does that mean I can create anything? The thought alone was exciting. What about rune motes? Rune motes were fragments of runes, combining certain fragments could result in a full rune. I saw them congregating into the shape of a rune, but is it possible to just create rune motes and not a full rune? I should try.
Regardless of his thoughts, it was creation—
—and Ethan loved creation. Even as a child, he had never gotten tired of tinkering with things. He still recalled the time he'd gotten his first Lego set. Just putting random pieces together with no thought for a bigger picture—he'd loved that. He'd loved doing all sorts of stuff with Legos, creating different castles or other complex structures, but it was building something completely random and ridiculous, yet unique nonetheless, which gave him the most sense of satisfaction. It was fun. It was a hobby—a hobby that ignited in him a fire of passion for innovation.
It was then the thought of being a civil engineer had sprung up in his mind. To put it simply, a civil engineer is responsible for planning, designing, and constructing buildings. Though, that was just a general term. Ethan would have been perfectly happy had he chosen that. Unfortunately, his father had wanted him to become a boxer, instead.
The man wanted to become one himself in his prime, but due to health issues, he'd quit right before making it to a big league. He'd hoped his son would achieve what he couldn't and bring victory for the family. Even though Ethan hadn't exactly planned boxing as his future, but who could refuse the pressure his old man put on him? Especially when he'd been just a little boy?
It was another matter entirely that Ethan fell in love with boxing, too, as it made him feel alive. The sensation of a punching bag slamming against his fists? Nothing quite made his blood boil like that.
And oh, fighting in the ring. There was just something about the sport Ethan couldn't resist.
Something about creation, fighting, and experiencing a bit of both, had Ethan wishing he could try the other options that lay in front of him now.
Could he make a real spaceship, in this world?
It sounded silly as fuck and he knew it. Nonetheless, the temptation was still there, hovering and nagging at the edge of his mind, as ridiculous as his previous thoughts might have been.
Spaceships are cool, dammit.
That thought suddenly gave Ethan pause. "Let's just return to practice."
This time, fire flickered atop his fingertips for a second longer.
Another second was added on top of that after his third try.
The light was dim. However, it did mean something: improvement.
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 1 -> Lvl 2!
Grinning like an idiot, Ethan sank deeper into the hot bath water and brought his other hand up to repeat the exercise for the next half an hour or so, occasionally reading a notification that would come every now and then.
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 2 -> Lvl 3!
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 3 -> Lvl 4!
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 4 -> Lvl 5!
But no matter what, he couldn't get it to level up to level 6, nor could he level up [Basic Magic Script] from level 2 to 3.
Why not, though? I'm doing—
"Don't rush," he chided himself. "Your control is pitiful, shaping is trash, and your spellcasting is akin to tossing stones into the sea without even knowing how to make it bounce—guesswork is all you are, but it's a good start, I suppose."
As he set a handful of candle-like flames afloat on all five of his fingers, his lips quirked into a wide smirk. It was only a party trick. For now, that is. I need to find more about magic and learn. I've been winging it.
That was true; he didn't understand anything about magic. All he'd done so far was try to emulate the rune he'd seen in the memory snippet through the help of [Magic Perception] and cast a few party tricks. Was that impressive? He had literally no comparison to base off of, thus why he knew he needed to learn more.
Theodore's memories proved to be useless in this regard, too. His father hadn't found him worthy enough to be assigned a mage as a tutor. Theodore was a disappointment through and through, and that's why he'd been sent to rule the bordertowns.
He could cast the spell, yes, but he didn't understand the underlying concepts that fueled the magic or what the process was.
-3-
Ethan descended down the stairs that would lead him to the dining room where breakfast had already been laid out for him. Two maids were present as well. It was a feast of the likes he'd only ever read in fairy tales. Fried, scrambled, boiled eggs. Different shapes, sizes, and cuts. Cakes and pies in varying quantities and sizes. Grilled meat, smoked and salted. How could he ever eat everything alone?
Ethan exhaled and then dove in; however, he still maintained decorum as it was imperative to do so given that he was a noble now. Regardless, once done, he made it to the meeting room given that he had some people to meet today.
"Barely breaking even," Ethan muttered, flicking the parchment in his hand. He frowned at the financial situation of Holden, the town he was in charge of. The bordertowns consisted of a series of towns lying on the periphery of the borders. Each town was a barony in name, and nobles—especially troublesome nobles—were often sent here to practice ruling and to make them accustomed to how the common folk lived, so they could empathize with the people they ruled.
With how many bandits the region had had lately, the Blight, debt, tax, and interest that'd ramped up, Ethan's current situation was mind-fucking at best and a keg waiting to explode at worst.
I don't want to deal with Theo's issues.
Not only was this whole situation something Ethan did not want in the slightest, a whole can of worms that were Theo's problems was thrust into his hands. Ethan had held no fantasies of getting isekai'd. That was suicide in his books. He'd have been more than happy to die and meet oblivion. But now that he was here…
Leaning back into his chair, Ethan rubbed his eyes. Yeah, he needed to deal with everything and make the best of his situation to live a comfortable life. When Roland returned with a man in tow, Ethan hummed.
The man was young, younger than Roland, even. Black hair and sharp green eyes. He held himself high with confidence and Ethan recognized him instantly. Isn't he that mage from the bar?
"My lord," Roland bowed. "I have brought a [Necromancer] as per your command."
The [Necromancer] bowed and with a thin smile said, "Pleased to be at your service, my lord. The name's Jack."
Hm. So he wasn't a mage but a [Necromancer].
"Likewise," Ethan replied with a nod, then leaned forward, smiling. "Say, Jack, would you like to be part of a business opportunity?
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2024.05.21 06:35 theferalheart2526 Have sharp cartilage poking out through the tip of my nose since 5 years and it’s painful
For some background, I had a septoplasty few months before the covid lockdown happened. I noticed this abnormality within 4 months of surgery, by then the whole world was locked down.
Inside my nose I felt like what I can only describe as a massive portion of cartilage on one side of my nose that connects to the tip SNAPPING, till date I feel that stray piece of cartilage hanging on the inside on one side of my nose poking me inside the nostril, while the other end pokes out of my skin at the tip of my nose.
The nose tip cartilage poking situation is so awful that it has affected my self esteem and motivation to do stuff to a great extent. I am not boasting but overall I’m good looking and a lot of things I require to do need me to be social and in the public eye. From a girl who loved getting pictures clicked and being in front of the camera I’ve gone into a shell and feel ashamed of pictures of me being clicked. I feel perpetually stressed and embarrassed about this situation. To the extent that I don’t even like meeting people anymore, I cancel last minute meetings in case there’s a sudden inflammation in the site and it’s all swollen then it looks ugly, sometimes when I cannot avoid the meeting I mask up because it’s so noticeable and people ask me about it. No matter how much I try to pull it out with a tweezer and cut the portion that’s outside, visible there is still MORE ..and MORE poking out.
There are months when this part where the cartilage pokes out from gets horribly inflamed, it is painful, the thing that pokes out can’t be cut because it’s paining inside, it turns into this horrible big boil that’s red and visible even from a distance.
I also ended up with some sort of a deformity within months where my nose appears different from both side angles and the front. It’s called an inverted V shape deformity based on what I found online.
I also searched all of the internet but did not find a single photo that shows something similar with regard to the nose tip cartilage poking out.
I didn’t go back to the same surgeon who did this surgery in the first place because I discovered this kind of surgery wasn’t even his area of knowledge and expertise. Everytime I look at my nose I think about that doctor and curse him for what he did and myself for trusting him. All I needed was the dorsal hump to be straightened and my nose to look aesthetically proportioned and now I’ve ended up with all these issues.
Plus ever since corona virus happened I’m scared of going under the knife and I also am afraid to trust any surgeon. I also have been struggling financially and haven’t exactly had the resources to confidently go in for a revision surgery.
I also have this concern about whether what has happened inside can be resolved, I am in pain, it looks ugly too..both of that is just awfully depressing. Will the cartilage stop poking out after revision surgery, will that boil/inflammation sort of thing stop happening once and for all and can the scar be successfully removed.
I am venting but I also need advice. I will be comfortable sharing a picture with a doctosurgeon who is knowledgeable in this area, only over message.
I have never shared about how deeply this has impacted me before ever and this feel cathartic, I hope the power this situation has over me is finally taken away and this can be resolved.
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Inside my nose I felt like what I can only describe as a massive portion of cartilage on one side of my nose that connects to the tip SNAPPING, till date I feel that stray piece of cartilage hanging on the inside on one side of my nose poking me inside the nostril, while the other end pokes out of my skin at the tip of my nose.
The nose tip cartilage poking situation is so awful that it has affected my self esteem and motivation to do stuff to a great extent. I am not boasting but overall I’m good looking and a lot of things I require to do need me to be social and in the public eye. From a girl who loved getting pictures clicked and being in front of the camera I’ve gone into a shell and feel ashamed of pictures of me being clicked. I feel perpetually stressed and embarrassed about this situation. To the extent that I don’t even like meeting people anymore, I cancel last minute meetings in case there’s a sudden inflammation in the site and it’s all swollen then it looks ugly, sometimes when I cannot avoid the meeting I mask up because it’s so noticeable and people ask me about it. No matter how much I try to pull it out with a tweezer and cut the portion that’s outside, visible there is still MORE ..and MORE poking out.
There are months when this part where the cartilage pokes out from gets horribly inflamed, it is painful, the thing that pokes out can’t be cut because it’s paining inside, it turns into this horrible big boil that’s red and visible even from a distance.
I also ended up with some sort of a deformity within months where my nose appears different from both side angles and the front. It’s called an inverted V shape deformity based on what I found online.
I also searched all of the internet but did not find a single photo that shows something similar with regard to the nose tip cartilage poking out.
I didn’t go back to the same surgeon who did this surgery in the first place because I discovered this kind of surgery wasn’t even his area of knowledge and expertise. Everytime I look at my nose I think about that doctor and curse him for what he did and myself for trusting him. All I needed was the dorsal hump to be straightened and my nose to look aesthetically proportioned and now I’ve ended up with all these issues.
Plus ever since corona virus happened I’m scared of going under the knife and I also am afraid to trust any surgeon. I also have been struggling financially and haven’t exactly had the resources to confidently go in for a revision surgery.
I also have this concern about whether what has happened inside can be resolved, I am in pain, it looks ugly too..both of that is just awfully depressing. Will the cartilage stop poking out after revision surgery, will that boil/inflammation sort of thing stop happening once and for all and can the scar be successfully removed.
I am venting but I also need advice. I will be comfortable sharing a picture with a doctosurgeon who is knowledgeable in this area, only over message.
I have never shared about how deeply this has impacted me before ever and this feel cathartic, I hope the power this situation has over me is finally taken away and this can be resolved.
2024.05.21 05:44 Wonderful-Parking-87 Angry at my XH
My divorce is almost finalized, my ex and I, we both moved on. I moved two hours away, and live with my new partner. He moved in with his new girlfriend, back home. We have a 5 year old son together, and I have him 10 nights out of 14. My son just wants to see his dad…WHO really wants the bare minimum to do with him. His dad, could keep him every one of those four nights, that are his time, but purposely pushes our son off on my exes grandmother (our sons 76 year old great grandmother) and aunt (sons great aunt).
Through this whole process, my exes new girlfriend and I, we ended up hitting it off great. We really like each other. But more then that, she keeps me informed and tells on my ex. Like how, he still won’t step up and be a big boy, and would rather buy things like fancy phones, a PC, games, concert/festival tickets…she said that they hardly can afford food, and how his grandmother has to make sure they have food for our son every time they have him. We bred reptiles when we were together, but now since I’m out of the picture, he got back into it and bought species of venomous snake that has no anti venom, and keeps it out in the open just on the table with our son. The only thing preventing our son from getting into the animal is my ex telling him “don’t touch that.” My ex will stay up all night until 5am and play CoD, and then instead of picking up son up at pick up, will throw a tantrum and want to sleep and send his girlfriend. His girlfriend takes our son, and drops him off at his great grams…my ex doesn’t bother with him until 12pm Saturday and then meets me 5pm Sunday.
My exes new girlfriend, let me in on the fact the my ex is telling everyone how much better off he is now. How he’s getting to do everything he couldn’t do. And it PISSES me off. My ex was extremely abusive, in every way. He wouldn’t let me work, and the one time I did for 6 months, he made my life even more of a hell for months, until my only option was to quit or keep putting my son through his wrath. My ex couldn’t hold a job, and we would have to pick between groceries, or water. We would starve, or make sure the insurance was paid. Rent was never paid on time…because of this, I never let him keep a PC, or brand new consoles…we’d go to concert, but we could never afford fancy festivals. I considered all of those a privilege…food in the fridge with a child was more important to me, than a PC. It’s fine if he wanted to live off of DG Doritos and Mountain Dew, but I wouldn’t make our son do that.
But now he is living the life. It’s because his new girlfriend pays and does everything for him, she dishes the bill for everything. It’s not that I’m worse off, my partner and I make great money, and live the life we want to live, make more then my ex. But I just get mad, because my ex gets to brag about how great shit is, but it literally boils down to the fact he takes zero responsibility with our son. He will schedule a concert over his time with our son, and not blink twice. I just want to scream, I do everything. I put the money out for our son. I paid all the bills my ex racked up. I paid for the divorce. He can’t help with anything. But he can live the good life, and it’s literally because he doesn’t want to be a dad.
I hate how when he does have our son, it’s a photo opt. A brag. Like he has him one night every two weeks…he spends money on everything else, and can’t even keep food in the house. But he can take the picture and make himself seem like the man.
I said, I would never deny my son, his relationship with his dad, as long as his dad never lays a hand on him. Sometimes, I feel like the bad guy, cause in the eyes of my five year old his dad is a superhero. His dad doesn’t even want anything to do with him….the only reason he gets him the one night he does, is because his family makes him and told him he can’t abandon his son. So, the bare minimum it is.
Rant over
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Through this whole process, my exes new girlfriend and I, we ended up hitting it off great. We really like each other. But more then that, she keeps me informed and tells on my ex. Like how, he still won’t step up and be a big boy, and would rather buy things like fancy phones, a PC, games, concert/festival tickets…she said that they hardly can afford food, and how his grandmother has to make sure they have food for our son every time they have him. We bred reptiles when we were together, but now since I’m out of the picture, he got back into it and bought species of venomous snake that has no anti venom, and keeps it out in the open just on the table with our son. The only thing preventing our son from getting into the animal is my ex telling him “don’t touch that.” My ex will stay up all night until 5am and play CoD, and then instead of picking up son up at pick up, will throw a tantrum and want to sleep and send his girlfriend. His girlfriend takes our son, and drops him off at his great grams…my ex doesn’t bother with him until 12pm Saturday and then meets me 5pm Sunday.
My exes new girlfriend, let me in on the fact the my ex is telling everyone how much better off he is now. How he’s getting to do everything he couldn’t do. And it PISSES me off. My ex was extremely abusive, in every way. He wouldn’t let me work, and the one time I did for 6 months, he made my life even more of a hell for months, until my only option was to quit or keep putting my son through his wrath. My ex couldn’t hold a job, and we would have to pick between groceries, or water. We would starve, or make sure the insurance was paid. Rent was never paid on time…because of this, I never let him keep a PC, or brand new consoles…we’d go to concert, but we could never afford fancy festivals. I considered all of those a privilege…food in the fridge with a child was more important to me, than a PC. It’s fine if he wanted to live off of DG Doritos and Mountain Dew, but I wouldn’t make our son do that.
But now he is living the life. It’s because his new girlfriend pays and does everything for him, she dishes the bill for everything. It’s not that I’m worse off, my partner and I make great money, and live the life we want to live, make more then my ex. But I just get mad, because my ex gets to brag about how great shit is, but it literally boils down to the fact he takes zero responsibility with our son. He will schedule a concert over his time with our son, and not blink twice. I just want to scream, I do everything. I put the money out for our son. I paid all the bills my ex racked up. I paid for the divorce. He can’t help with anything. But he can live the good life, and it’s literally because he doesn’t want to be a dad.
I hate how when he does have our son, it’s a photo opt. A brag. Like he has him one night every two weeks…he spends money on everything else, and can’t even keep food in the house. But he can take the picture and make himself seem like the man.
I said, I would never deny my son, his relationship with his dad, as long as his dad never lays a hand on him. Sometimes, I feel like the bad guy, cause in the eyes of my five year old his dad is a superhero. His dad doesn’t even want anything to do with him….the only reason he gets him the one night he does, is because his family makes him and told him he can’t abandon his son. So, the bare minimum it is.
Rant over
2024.05.21 05:14 crunchygirl14 Umbilical Cord Cyst
Hi everyone I’m at FTM and 24 weeks pregnant. Today I was diagnosed with an umbilical cord cyst located near the placenta. I’ve been through the wringer this pregnancy with a large subchorionic hematoma diagnosed very early on (learned today that it was resolved) but one problem solved and another one gained. With my SCH there was so much information about it online and so many people in my bumps group who were currently going through the same experience. With this umbilical cord cyst I’ve been unable to find anything helpful online and the high risk doctor basically only told me what it is. I am looking for other people who have had the same diagnosis and could tell me their outcomes. I’ve seen a few posts of others saying they were diagnosed with an umbilical cyst but I haven’t seen anyone sharing their outcomes or labor experience with one. Since this was found later in pregnancy I’m assuming the cyst will probably be here through delivery and would like to know my risk for preterm delivery and C-section. I was really set on having an unmedicated vaginal birth and it looks like that may be out of the picture now if the cyst doesn’t resolve itself. Also do not know how to discuss this with family as I am a very private person and don’t think I can talk about it without crying. I’m going back in for a follow up in 6 weeks but until then I am just stuck being a nervous wreck.
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2024.05.20 23:35 --clapped-- Is Guildwars 2 right for me?
I know I know, low effort/faq/no value/"oh god, not this again"/"google it, genius"/you get the picture type post. Hear me out please, this isn't low effort (I've actually put a decent amount of effort into this), I'm just desperate. I've used google and understand some things but, not enough. To be honest, a lot of my googling would show posts related to GW1 or would just show lot of "GW2 Population in 20XX" posts so, please let me ask a few questions here. Any and all answers appreciated, thanks in advance!
I've been on the hunt for MY MMO for years at this point. I just cannot enjoy Tab targetting, not enough to get past the slow starts a lot of MMOs have. I feel like high level/end game raiding would be fun even with tab targetting BUT, actually getting to that point means grinding hours upon hours upon hours of dull tab-target grinding (or you know, buying a character boost but, as I'd still be a new player, that's a stupid idea. Even I know that). That basically rules out the big 2 for me; WoW and FF14. I've tried, I really have. I've even bought expacs on both as a way to sunken cost fallacy myself into committing to them. It never works.
New World, Albion, SoLo (rip solo), Lost Ark, Neverwinter, BDO, ESO, PoE. Tried them all. I like a few, Albion is fun and they just launched an EU server which is great for my British ass but, not a huge PVP fan. ANYWAY, you don't need to know that. TO THE POINT; is GW2 for me? I have a few questions I wanna ask in an effort to answer that question.
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk. (This post grew to be quite large so, I HAVE to be beating the low effort allegations. Surely).
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I've been on the hunt for MY MMO for years at this point. I just cannot enjoy Tab targetting, not enough to get past the slow starts a lot of MMOs have. I feel like high level/end game raiding would be fun even with tab targetting BUT, actually getting to that point means grinding hours upon hours upon hours of dull tab-target grinding (or you know, buying a character boost but, as I'd still be a new player, that's a stupid idea. Even I know that). That basically rules out the big 2 for me; WoW and FF14. I've tried, I really have. I've even bought expacs on both as a way to sunken cost fallacy myself into committing to them. It never works.
New World, Albion, SoLo (rip solo), Lost Ark, Neverwinter, BDO, ESO, PoE. Tried them all. I like a few, Albion is fun and they just launched an EU server which is great for my British ass but, not a huge PVP fan. ANYWAY, you don't need to know that. TO THE POINT; is GW2 for me? I have a few questions I wanna ask in an effort to answer that question.
- How community focused/social is GW2?
- Big fan of the FF14 community. Well, maybe not the community as a whole but, they seem friendly and it's a very SOCIAL game. That's great because I'm not trying to play an MMO so I can be alone the whole time you know? FF14 has a good dungeon finder, early game content was easy to find people to play with, ALL in game, none of it was external. Too many games rely too heavily on discord for their social components these days IMO.
- And I guess just; how easy would it be to find people to play with.
- GW2 has Action and tab target control schemes, I know that. How good is the Action side of it?
- Does it feel half baked, be honest.
- Kinda of similar to point 1, how much of the levelling is solo content?/What does levelling look like?
- Okay close your eyes, just do it BUT, keep reading at the same time so I can guide you on this hypothetical journey. Pretend you're a wee baby seamus again, new to GW2, level 1 even, what do the next 10? 20? 50? However many hours it takes to level up? hours of your ingame life look like? Are you alone? Or with some friends you brought along (must be nice)? Did you meet new friends? Did you meet them ingame or was it on a discord server? Are you doing Point A to Point B style quests or are you grouping up to do actually cool and fun things? You get the point.
- What is this games endgame?
- See, here is when I prove that I DID infact do some googling of my own: Apparently, GW2 has a 'set your own goals' style end game. Whatever tf that means. And, apparently, that boils down to legendary crafting and/or fashion collecting for a lot of players. So.. wtf is legendary crafting? I hope it isn't LITERAL crafting. New World style, gather a million and one resources to make this resource 20 times so you can craft THIS other resource and NOW you make a weapon (or legendary weapon in this case). Basically what's the end game/what is legendary crafting/ how does one craft a legendary.
- Does this game have raids? Big group content for end game?
- Expansions. How do they work? No one knows.
- That's a lie, I'm sure you all know. I'm sure I know, to be honest. They seem straightforward in GW2. Just beat main game, then do xpac 1, then 2, then 3, then 4 now. Could be wrong though. Elaborate please.
- I think I own the first 2? I'm like 90% sure that Amazon Prime gave me a deal a few years ago where I could get them both for lik £10. So I did because, well, it seemed like a good deal and I'm British. I'm almost sure it's treason or something if you ignore a good deal.
- Should I buy the other 2?
- What is there to do, OUTSIDE OF COMBAT.
- FF14 has housing and people just stand around being social, marying? Gathering, Trading etc. Anything along those lines here or is it ALL combat?
- Guildwars 3 her? I hardly know her.
- I don't know man, I saw something about Guild Wars 3 a few months back I think? This one I haven't googled yet and 100% could but, we're already here. Is Guildwars 3 happening? Anytime soon?
- Is game for me?
- Self explanatory. I feel like we've really bonded over these last few minutes to and hour (depending on how much ADHD you have). So, new best friend who knows me so well, do you think GW2 could be my forever MMO? What's that? You don't even really know me and need some more information? First of all, I'm kinda hurt but, if you insist! So:
- Tab targetting = bad :(
- Action combat = good :)
- BAD action combat = bad >:(
- Friendly people to play woth = good :)
- Opportunities to actually play with those people = good :D
- Having to use a Discord server to find said friendly people (essentially shouting into the void) = bad >:(
- Large scale group content = good :)
- Monotonous quest structure, of which I am mostly alone - bad >:(
- So, GW2 for me?
- Self explanatory. I feel like we've really bonded over these last few minutes to and hour (depending on how much ADHD you have). So, new best friend who knows me so well, do you think GW2 could be my forever MMO? What's that? You don't even really know me and need some more information? First of all, I'm kinda hurt but, if you insist! So:
- If yes, do YOU want to play with me?
- I'm clearly looking for people to play with, if I do end up commiting. So, lemme know.
- Could start a guild? Do some warring? Maybe even 2 times? I don't know man.
- Will this post be removed by moderators inside of 10 minutes?
- Time will tell. I really don't think this is low effort though. Please oh mighty reddit mods, I am pleading with your for but a HUMBLE chance. (I don't know why this bullet point looks different. I've edited it multiple times and it just isn't cooperating).
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk. (This post grew to be quite large so, I HAVE to be beating the low effort allegations. Surely).
2024.05.20 23:13 Hoxlegion Feeling judged for eating simple and bland food.
I have been following my diet for 2 months now. But here's the thing: I do it in the most basic and simple way possible. Microwave oatmeal with apple, protein shakes, boiled eggs on a bun, plain pasta, and veggies either in the oven or boiled, a banana, and sometimes a 10g piece of chocolate or just a weighted spoon of peanut butter for fats. But you get the picture. Anything that won't have me in the kitchen for over 5 minutes and not exactly culinary masterpieces.
It works for me now. It keeps me on track better than all the cooking I felt like I had to do in the past! I am within my calorie deficit and I always reach my macros and it is paying off on the scale. But sometimes when people ask what I had for dinner or lunch, I feel embarrassed, as if I am a child (27m btw). But I just can't keep my motivation if I need to cook. I don't mind the blandness, but the judgment (real or imagined) can be annoying.
I am a decent cook, I make meals when people are visiting or when I need to cook for more than 1 person or someone who isn't me, but I don't feel motivated to cook elaborately for myself.
Is it normal to feel self-conscious about it? Or should I be putting in more effort?
Changes made:
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It works for me now. It keeps me on track better than all the cooking I felt like I had to do in the past! I am within my calorie deficit and I always reach my macros and it is paying off on the scale. But sometimes when people ask what I had for dinner or lunch, I feel embarrassed, as if I am a child (27m btw). But I just can't keep my motivation if I need to cook. I don't mind the blandness, but the judgment (real or imagined) can be annoying.
I am a decent cook, I make meals when people are visiting or when I need to cook for more than 1 person or someone who isn't me, but I don't feel motivated to cook elaborately for myself.
Is it normal to feel self-conscious about it? Or should I be putting in more effort?
Changes made:
2024.05.20 22:11 hma_lynasae I am disgusted by men and I do not feel a single thing during intercourse with one
I (18F) am having a rough time figuring out what is happening with me. I had good examples of men around me growing up and was always protected from any kind of danger. My dad adored me, my grandpas played with me and took me fishing and on long forest hikes. There was NOTHING and NO ONE in my life that could’ve contributed to the disgust, fear and hatred I have towards men. These kind of feelings were present (more the fear) before I got into my very first relationship last year with a boy from school. He was kind towards me, made me feel safe and loved, respected me and made sure that I was always happy but after three months things changed. He started raising his voice at me and making jokes about raping me. I gave my virginity to him and I regret deeply. I told him to stop, he kept me in place and held my hands above my head until I started crying. He eventually let go of me and that was the moment I realized that this is not someone I want to have around.
After this experience, my resentment towards men only grew. Two months and a half ago, I had a sexual intercoures with a man. He performed oral on me and I remember sitting there in his bed and not feeling aroused at all. I couldn’t wait for him to be done with it already. We then had vaginal sex and it felt better than the oral one. I was close to having an orgasm and I genuinely felt pleasured but it went away as quickly as it came.
I received nudes from my ex and from this guy. I was looking at the pictures and I only felt disgust. I even went as far as asking the women in my life about how they feel when they see or picture a penis in their minds and none of their responses matched the way I feel. I watched heterosexual porn out of curiosity thinking that maybe it was the people I came across so far that couldn’t turn me on but my reaction was the same.
I do not HATE all men! I just hate men that think they are better than women and have those war time mentality. I hate being sexualized even though it is impossible to control something like this. I hate men who turn everything sexual and I utterly despise those who say shit like “game is game” and stuff. This is not something to brag/joke about and unless you are a victim you will never understand the pain of living with the thought that you offered yourself to a man who sexually abused you on multiple occasions. I feel worthless, incapable of being loved and painfully alone. I had to get this off my chest somewhere and I am crying while typing this so I apologize for any mistakes.
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After this experience, my resentment towards men only grew. Two months and a half ago, I had a sexual intercoures with a man. He performed oral on me and I remember sitting there in his bed and not feeling aroused at all. I couldn’t wait for him to be done with it already. We then had vaginal sex and it felt better than the oral one. I was close to having an orgasm and I genuinely felt pleasured but it went away as quickly as it came.
I received nudes from my ex and from this guy. I was looking at the pictures and I only felt disgust. I even went as far as asking the women in my life about how they feel when they see or picture a penis in their minds and none of their responses matched the way I feel. I watched heterosexual porn out of curiosity thinking that maybe it was the people I came across so far that couldn’t turn me on but my reaction was the same.
I do not HATE all men! I just hate men that think they are better than women and have those war time mentality. I hate being sexualized even though it is impossible to control something like this. I hate men who turn everything sexual and I utterly despise those who say shit like “game is game” and stuff. This is not something to brag/joke about and unless you are a victim you will never understand the pain of living with the thought that you offered yourself to a man who sexually abused you on multiple occasions. I feel worthless, incapable of being loved and painfully alone. I had to get this off my chest somewhere and I am crying while typing this so I apologize for any mistakes.
2024.05.20 18:36 slayvai Here is a good visual representation for why Saran is preferred to poly!
 | Took this picture after doing the same wash routine on skulltimate secrets 1(Saran) and SS2 fearidescent(poly) Draculaura to show how clear the difference in quality of their hair fiber is while drying. submitted by slayvai to Dolls [link] [comments] The polypropylene has a more plastic feel & acts less like real hair would as it doesn’t even look wet nor did it get as straight as the Saran. It also seems more see through or thinner to me. Both were shampooed using dawn then conditioned using standard conditioner for humans with hot water, no boiling. Also my bad for not taking before and after pics, I wasn’t planning to post when I took this but if anyone wants to see what they look like dry+styled I can take photos to post in the comments!! |
2024.05.20 18:20 RagingCacti Null Maiden Vigil Battle Report
Hey, all! I promised to give you all a report of my 2000pts Null Maiden game this weekend, and I have come to deliver. Original post with my list here: https://www.reddit.com/AdeptusCustodes/comments/1crys6e/null_maiden_list_for_shiggles/ My buddy, who played Alpha Legion using the leaked rules, and I got together to try out some lists and see how things went down. Lots of fun, and we definitely had some.... fun moments... My knight decided to be useless and missed WAY too many saves before failing to wound a Land Raider and subsequently dying. My buddy rolled double 6s to save the 6 damage wounds it was about to take... He was rolling hot the whole game, I most definitely wasn't. In the end, I won due to points. It basically boiled down to who could score the middle objective the most often. We DID fuck up a little bit with the rules, but we went back and rebalanced the points a little bit. I tried to get everything assembled before the game, but I failed. Note how the knight seems to grow parts between rounds... I was building him during movement phases. I tried to get pictures before every turn, but I missed a couple, so youre gonna have to live with that. The link to the imgur is here as well as in the link for the post ( https://imgur.com/a/QCGVION ). This post is going to get LONG, so Im gonna put up a (not so) TLDR here:
The main takeaway is this: I played this game all wrong. I focused units down instead of trying to throw a couple wounds at each unit so they would start taking BattleShock tests. I didn't actually get too many during this game. I could have, but I didnt. I also forgot about Desperations Price a couple times, which would have been great because of the psychers on the Alpha Legion side. That strat is kinda insane. Other notable strats that will be talked about later: Psy-Chaff Volley and Psychic Abominations. I wish I had used Anathema Blademastery, but I kinda forgot it existed for a second... next time. But long story short: Give your sisters Psychic Abomination if theyre in the open for any amount of time. Its 1CP to give them stealth, use it.
Sisters of Silence are way tankier than they are given credit for. They may be only T3, but the 3+ save is incredible. If you roll hot, a squad of 10 can take an obscene amount of punishment.
Vigilators are MVP. If you run sisters, run them with swords in a rhino. Theyre super killy, tho I was mostly against marines. They tend to fall off when you get to Terminators and above, but they can still do some major damage.
Flamers are good... ish. You need to throw a CP at them to get them to shine, namely the Psy-Chaff Volley. That strat is worth its weight in gold. Purgitation Sweep is.... middling at best. It might be good to get some extra value out of a squad that is starting to get small, but its not always worth it. Psy-Chaff is always worth it. If you play NMV, you want to save a CP to use it every round.
Prosecutors are in an interesting spot for me. I had a couple of bigger squads, but I dont think thats how I am going to run them anymore. See, Psy-Chaff activates after one of your Prosecutors shoot and hits a target. So you really want to have a lot of little squads of Prosecutors so you can maximize how many bolters hit a target for +1 AP.
Havocs now give me ptsd. Seriously, why cant Custodes get access to cheap anti-tank like this? They were brutal while they still lived. Legionaires are also kinda good for the points. Not the greatest things on the planet, but definitely solid.
Now, onto the full report.
Game Setup: Dawn of War Primary Mission: Deploy Servo Skulls Mission Rules: Scrambler Fields, Chilling Rain Alpha Legion Goes first
Round 1: Two Rhinos go down, lots of damage on the knight. A couple Sisters models go away, but he was focusing the big boy hard. my positioning was pretty bad, so I take full responsibility for what comes later on. I managed to get my Sisters into a good position and they flame the hell out of a squad of legionnaires. I used Purgitation Sweep and Psy-Chaff Volley. I got 54 attacks at -1AP.... but 5 Alpha Legion dudes die. It was underwhelming to say the least, but he was also rolling super hot (This trend continues). My knight gets close enough to wipe out an entire squad of Havocs. That felt good. Vigilators make the charge and kill 8 Legionaires in one go. This felt good, but then the Chaos Lord smacked back, and then it didnt feel good any more. Theres pictures in there of the before and after. The lord on a rock did some serious damage.
Round 2: More damage on the knight and hes now bracketed. A couple other things happen, but the main thing of note is this: The knight flamed out and entire squad of Havocs again, but Land Raider saved everything. Boxcars saved that thing from taking 12 wounds in one go. Im still salty about this, but Im sure my buddy is still giggling.
Round 3: Sisters are starting to fade fast, the knight is dead, and its not looking great for me. Im still ahead on points, but just barely. I managed to put the hurt on his center forces, though, so its looking good for points moving forward.
Round 4: The shop was closing, so we had to go quickly. Basically just points being scored and all that jazz. If the game kept going to a 6th round, I would have been cooked, but it wasnt so I pulled out a win.
Overall, it was a great session, and I am glad I tried out a Sisters only game. Im going to modify the list and give it another try, Ill keep you all in the loop when that happens! Happy Hunting.
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The main takeaway is this: I played this game all wrong. I focused units down instead of trying to throw a couple wounds at each unit so they would start taking BattleShock tests. I didn't actually get too many during this game. I could have, but I didnt. I also forgot about Desperations Price a couple times, which would have been great because of the psychers on the Alpha Legion side. That strat is kinda insane. Other notable strats that will be talked about later: Psy-Chaff Volley and Psychic Abominations. I wish I had used Anathema Blademastery, but I kinda forgot it existed for a second... next time. But long story short: Give your sisters Psychic Abomination if theyre in the open for any amount of time. Its 1CP to give them stealth, use it.
Sisters of Silence are way tankier than they are given credit for. They may be only T3, but the 3+ save is incredible. If you roll hot, a squad of 10 can take an obscene amount of punishment.
Vigilators are MVP. If you run sisters, run them with swords in a rhino. Theyre super killy, tho I was mostly against marines. They tend to fall off when you get to Terminators and above, but they can still do some major damage.
Flamers are good... ish. You need to throw a CP at them to get them to shine, namely the Psy-Chaff Volley. That strat is worth its weight in gold. Purgitation Sweep is.... middling at best. It might be good to get some extra value out of a squad that is starting to get small, but its not always worth it. Psy-Chaff is always worth it. If you play NMV, you want to save a CP to use it every round.
Prosecutors are in an interesting spot for me. I had a couple of bigger squads, but I dont think thats how I am going to run them anymore. See, Psy-Chaff activates after one of your Prosecutors shoot and hits a target. So you really want to have a lot of little squads of Prosecutors so you can maximize how many bolters hit a target for +1 AP.
Havocs now give me ptsd. Seriously, why cant Custodes get access to cheap anti-tank like this? They were brutal while they still lived. Legionaires are also kinda good for the points. Not the greatest things on the planet, but definitely solid.
Now, onto the full report.
Game Setup: Dawn of War Primary Mission: Deploy Servo Skulls Mission Rules: Scrambler Fields, Chilling Rain Alpha Legion Goes first
Round 1: Two Rhinos go down, lots of damage on the knight. A couple Sisters models go away, but he was focusing the big boy hard. my positioning was pretty bad, so I take full responsibility for what comes later on. I managed to get my Sisters into a good position and they flame the hell out of a squad of legionnaires. I used Purgitation Sweep and Psy-Chaff Volley. I got 54 attacks at -1AP.... but 5 Alpha Legion dudes die. It was underwhelming to say the least, but he was also rolling super hot (This trend continues). My knight gets close enough to wipe out an entire squad of Havocs. That felt good. Vigilators make the charge and kill 8 Legionaires in one go. This felt good, but then the Chaos Lord smacked back, and then it didnt feel good any more. Theres pictures in there of the before and after. The lord on a rock did some serious damage.
Round 2: More damage on the knight and hes now bracketed. A couple other things happen, but the main thing of note is this: The knight flamed out and entire squad of Havocs again, but Land Raider saved everything. Boxcars saved that thing from taking 12 wounds in one go. Im still salty about this, but Im sure my buddy is still giggling.
Round 3: Sisters are starting to fade fast, the knight is dead, and its not looking great for me. Im still ahead on points, but just barely. I managed to put the hurt on his center forces, though, so its looking good for points moving forward.
Round 4: The shop was closing, so we had to go quickly. Basically just points being scored and all that jazz. If the game kept going to a 6th round, I would have been cooked, but it wasnt so I pulled out a win.
Overall, it was a great session, and I am glad I tried out a Sisters only game. Im going to modify the list and give it another try, Ill keep you all in the loop when that happens! Happy Hunting.
2024.05.20 11:49 guiltyofnothing “Are you the lion? Can you breed me, alpha daddy?” A user has their rent increased and posts their landlord’s contact information to /r/Renters. Reddit lurches into action.
The Context:
Our drama takes place across two threads in /Renters, beginning with OOP posting a screenshot of a letter from their property manager informing them of a 100% rent increase.OOP includes the property manager’s contact information in the screenshot and says they “felt comfortable enough to share this man [sic] information because he's a scumbag piece of shit.”
The sub quickly moves into action.
The Drama:
Some question OOP’s story:I love how we are just taking the OP's word as truth, it's just as likely they did do $10k worth of damage Edit: when someone responds to you and then immediately blocks you it kind of illustrates that they know their point is weak at best.Is this all Biden’s fault?
Regardless, most landlords are scum.
Because they make you pay for the things you use?
Way too much, yes.
Just how much do you think the average landlord makes on a rental? I'm curious as to your thoughts, because I have actual numbers and I guarantee they are not nearly what you think.
Welcome to Biden America 🤣[Continued:]
You advocating for socialist housing policies? More renters protections? More tenants rights? Congrats man you’re more a socialist than I am.
Guaranteed he doesn't get it. XD
Nah. Obviously you morons don't get it. Probably don't own real estate either🤣. That's what happens when the country is becoming a third world country due to the far left policies of America today. I'm not saying how the guy went about raising rents went, but it's happening everywhere. But, come back and try again tomorrow. Maybe you'll be a little smarter when you wake up.
Wake up to what? The fact that presidents don’t dictate rent prices? Why does a studio apartment in Kalamazoo cost 1/5 what it does in Manhattan? Why did Biden decide that?
I didn't once mention the word president. I said the far left policies brought us to this point. So I see all you want to do is run your mouth, because you're blaming a president which I didn't do. Nice try though.OOP is condemned:
“Far left policies?” What specifically policies did the dems pass, that are considered “far left”, that cause landlords to raise rent prices more than inflation rates?
And you said “Biden America” so don’t play dumb now about not using the word President.
Hahaha, your low IQ is showing. I'm guessing 80 since you can spell, but that might just be a smartphone doing the heavy lifting.
Awe, did I trigger a snowflake? I see aim dealing with a keyboard warrior here, but would never say that to my face🤣. Get lost worm!
Doxing is wrong. OP this is shameful.Others defend the property manager:
Greed is wrong. Dox pieces of crap like this landlord more often any maybe then won't do shit like this.
Nah. It’s not only generally wrong it’s against reddits rules. It doesn’t matter what you think.
And no one CARES what YOU think about it. Go cry elsewhere
Doxxing isn't cool no matter the context bruh[…]
Yes it is
You’re lame
No it's not but that isn't doxxing.
You know this guy is just working a job to pay his bills too? A property manager isn't going to fully control rent prices and if he does price it they have a responsibility to their client (the owner) to charge the market rate.[Continued:]
While it's a shame that rent is increasing for OP, this company sent a fair warning advanced notice to either expect to pay up or find another living arrangement.
This guy did nothing wrong, didn't deserve for the Internet to white knight attack him, and you are an asshole.
ehhh,...bullshit!, the problem here is this Asshole is jacking up the rent %100, like everyone is made of money you complainer-motherfucker, greed= you get what you get, and the rents are way the fuck out of control just like everything else.
Sorry to break it to you that owners of investment properties aren't developing projects to shelter people out of the goodness of their hearts.
I'm not saying the system doesn't have flawed or isn't tough on people, but as a renter you need to face the reality that your rights to the property do not go further than the lease contract you signed.
Oh, they're doing it for profit? Real profound statement, dipshit.
Hey man go buy some homes and give people deals. Or keep crying online your whole life.
Yes, that’s how people make money. Stay broke lil bro
Yeah that was established by the OP genius. Most literate redditor right here, good lord lol[…]
Looks like I hit a nerve broke boy
yawn
as a human being with morals intact, maybe your responsibility is to the owner. You still owe it to the people who rely on you and your client (the owner) for housing to not raise rent 100x. Maybe it's legal, but it is absolute scumbag behavior. Maybe you aren't a scumbag, but you picked a career where they flourish[Continued:]
not raise rent 100x100x and 100% are completely different.
For all we know OP could have been locked into an extremely low rate on rent for the last ten years and this could be the first adjustment catching up to market rate. In a contract your only locked in for the length of the contract, and when that contract ends friendly reminder that you don't own the property nor have rights to it or in the future. Laws on rent increases vary based on area and there may not be anything illegal here.
While I wouldn't be happy if I was OP either due to the 100% increase being pretty significant, it's totally unreasonable to think you rent will never increase in the future.
Attacking a guy who had his personal info leaked on the Internet because you don't like the rental system is pretty pathetic behavior.
Simply put if you don't like renting go buy your own property where you don't have to deal with this.
Who the fuck is signing a 10 year lease for residential property?
Probably no one. Regardless your rights end with the lease expiration date in any circumstance.
There's something incredibly basic that goes over your head, along with people who argue like you.[Continued:]
Your entire strategy here is to enumerate descriptive truths (e.g your rights end at X point, property managers have a fiduciary responsibility to serve landlords, etc.) to imply normative ones (e.g therefore the behavior of the property manager or landlord is justified).
This isn't how ethics works. If it was, then the Holocaust would be justified. What the Jews did was illegal, they existed during the Nazi regime, which meant they had no right to life. That's a descriptively true fact, they literally lacked the right to life, and Nazis could engage in the exact same game you are playing, enumerating descriptive truths about the political reality of Germany in 1942 to justify rounding up Jewish people.
Descriptive and normative truths are built up the same way (through axioms and logic). However, the legality of something does not universally indicate how ethical something is.
If you want to continue playing the game of listing descriptive facts about the world, I have a fun one for you. The commodification of housing materially harms the working class, and has done so to such an extent that peasant revolutions within the past 100 years have literally rounded up landlords and shot them dead because of how much harm they were causing. This didn't require decades or centuries of anti-landlord rhetoric to dehumanize landlords, because the harm landlords cause is real and can be felt by people. Sometimes, when a large group of people are harmed enough, they get frustrated and revolt against said harm. That's a real risk landlords should realize they're engaging in, they tend to feel safe because the State backs the interests of the bourgeoisie, but that's not always necessarily going to be the case.
Thanks man I'm obviously going to rethink my stance that people shouldn't be doxxing this guy
You said a lot more than just an anti-doxxing stance. If all you said was "damn I wish this dude wanted doxxed", I wouldn't have bothered to comment. You mentioned a property manager's responsibility to serve the interests of the landlord. You mentioned your rights to the property ending with the expiration of the lease. These descriptively true facts were done to imply the landlord/property manager were behaving justly and didn't deserve to get doxxed.
Whether they deserve it or not, when one group consistently engages in harming another group, sometimes the other group fights back. The working class has very few avenues for actually fighting back against this sort of thing, and most of the tactics in this thread generally boil down to moderately annoying the landlord. They'll still evict the tenant, the tenant will still potentially become homeless because of housing commodification. The harm is still being done, and the landlord is benefitting from it.
Worse things have happened to landlords for engaging in this behavior, and they can happen again. It's not a game worth playing for anyone. It'd be best for everyone if landlords just fucked off and stopped scalping houses, but they won't. And peasants don't generally put up with this shit indefinitely.
Well damn man I wish that dude wasn't doxxed.
I appreciate the six paragraphs you wrote me and apologize if the economic model we have (that neither of us can change) has somehow hurt you today.
Yes, nobody can change economic models, yet they somehow change anyway, weird. It's almost as though the base-structure informs the super-structure, and as the contradictions of capitalism intensify, material harm skyrockets, people "radicalize" (see what used to be externalized costs actually internalized). Conversations are part of this change, the introduction of language and ideas allows people to navigate and reason about the harm they're feeling, and correctly place the blame, which is incredibly important.
If you look at the fascist movement in the U.S, you'll commonly see they actually agree on what's harming them (this is easy to tell). Rising prices (rent, groceries, etc.), shit pay, no control in decision making. However, they misunderstand the system.
People like you have baked capitalist realism into their heads (the system is immutable, this is the true way of the world, there's no reason to think or discuss an alternative because it's unreasonable), so they don't even consider that capitalism is the problem.
Instead they blame the Mexicans "not sending their best", or how LGBT communities are "attacking traditional values". They look for ways the world is changing, and assume that change is what's causing the harm they're feeling. You're an important part of the fascist pipeline, and even if you're not a fascist yourself, I'd suggest you get your head out of your ass before we literally live in a fascist dictatorship and this shit is illegal to discuss. Liberalism has many times devolved into fascism to prevent socialism. Bourgeoisie interests operate fine in fascist environments, so they'd prefer to move in that direction instead of something that actually fixes class contradictions.
Your right we should totally be cool with OP getting hundreds of redditors to harass this property managers personal life about an issue we all literally don't even know the full story of, because fascism.[Continued:]
Dude I'm going to stay out of this subreddit and genuinely wish you all well please try not to go postal next time rent increases.
At no point did I greenlight anyone's actions, and you responded to none of my points. Stop fabricating a strawman to justify your own position.
Hey man if you actually have the capacity to talk about what I'v been talking about the entire time I'll chat.
Please don't respond with anything about Hitler, bourgeoisie, fascism, economic disparity, or assumptions you have about me.
What do you think about OP getting hundreds of people to harass the personal life of this guy over something we all have limited info on a single side of the story. Justified or unjustified?
You discussed tenant rights, property manager responsibility, and even directly alluded to capitalist realism. It's an incredibly unfair tactic to mention all of these things, then the moment you get a rational response dismantling every one of your points, move the goalposts and back down from every point you've made in this entire thread except one.
Like everyone can scroll up and read, you're not fooling anyone into thinking your only point has been anti-doxxing. You just lack the capacity to have a genuine conversation, so you'll simply retreat from every point you've made instead of considering that maybe you were wrong.
I think what the OP is doing is harmful, but not as harmful as what the landlord did. I don't have enough information to say if it was justified or not, and neither do you. Sometimes harmful things can be done and they can be justified, especially in retaliation. I can list off a ton of extreme examples that are potentially justified but far more harmful than what either of these people are doing.
Well at least we agree what OP is doing is harmful.
Now I guess we need to ask should we or should we not harass real life people based on unverifiable stories from anonymous people online?
Sorry if you didn't like how I laid it all out. But i think not liking the realities of the rental systems isn't good enough justification to get hundreds of people to harass someone over what could potentially be a fabricated story, but that's just me.
Most reasonable diamond hands jokerIs a rent increase ever justified?
You said you were leaving.
Fuck apartment complexes! They raise it for zero reason and have no idea what they’re doing.”Rentoid”:
No reason, like higher taxes, higher demand, higher insurance rates, higher trash fees, higher utilities, on and on.
Tell me you don't pay your own bills, without telling me you don't pay your own bills.
Maybe these cooperate assholes should pay their own bills
They do.
Hahaha you’re trying to sell airbnb management and consultation, dude go read the book of matthew and become a better human.
Ah yes, doxxing. Classy 👌[…]
found the wannabe landlord
like ahh, yes, let’s be offended that the exploiter might face consequences for their actions
lol
Yea what do you expect from a rentoid sub lmao
tf is a rentoid what 😭
A term for renters used by toxic landlords and homeowners that believe themselves superior to people who rent.
they've got bootlicking down to a science i tell ya
No not really. Everyone in this sub admitting they are calling and texting him and harassing him online need to be more careful. And grow tf up
This guy deepthroats the whole boot
Child response. I'm sorry you willfully signed your lease and no one forced you too. Grow up
Haha 🤣 if I cared what you thought I’d ask how the shoe polish tastes. It’s honestly not even doxxing. That’s a letter they sent, with facts they provided, and a public number to be contacted at. Op is under no obligation to protect the management company from their own stupidity.
Our drama now shifts to a second thread where another user posts a screenshot of their texts to the property manager.
Some people question OOP’s story:So we’re just taking OP’s word that this actually happened? And the phone number on that letter is really his landlord? The low IQ Reddit mob mentality at its finest.[Continued:]
Google is your friend
I too can write a bullshit letter, stick a business’s phone number, screencap it and karma farm on Reddit. Unlike OP I’m not an idiot.
Sounds like you wrote the letter, mate.
You are making me rather confident in the assumption
I can tell you blindly accept whatever OP posts on Reddit. Easily manipulated.[…]
What are you talking about lol. Why are you so angry at a box of lights. Go to bed, or at least take a nap.
Same to you buddy. I’m baffled why you’re getting active over me calling out the truth.
Bro chill[…]
The lack of critical thinking on this sub is mind blowing.
It’s not about critical thinking, it’s about sending a message.
Sending a message on the premise that OP is being honest? If OP put your phone number there I bet you’d be singing a different tune.
Google the number. It belongs to that businessIs this all doxxing?
So we’re assuming the landlord wrote that letter? If you look at their properties nothing even comes close to the rents OP is claiming.
I think OP has successfully trolled you and a hundred other people.
Subreddits get shut down for this tho.
Oh man so you sent the landlord specific information about the person who posted it… so now he can go after them legally for “doxxing” him? 😬🫠🤔 who’s side are you on lol[Continued:]
Sharing a document you are a party to online that isn’t under NDA isn’t doxxing. OP didn’t ask Reddit to harass the landlord in the original thread. There’s nothing here to worry about since he’s not renewing his lease there.
Unless the landlord is in the….mob
OP said (in the text): "I felt comfortable enough to share this man(s) information because he's a scumbag piece of shit"
As any lawyer would tell you, intent matters, esp. in civil cases. -or- more pragmatically as any competent lawyer would tell you, if you're sweating $1k/month in rent, don't bank on legal technicalities to save the day when intentionally picking fights with entities with the capital to buy buildings.
The number is publicly available, you could literally say "please say nasty things to this number" and it would still be completely legal and any claim against it would be immediately laughed out of court.
I don’t know why you keep posting stuff similar to this. The behavior that you’re stating is completely legal is 100% not legal in Pennsylvania, where the area code for the number comes back to.
Harrassment is not legal behavior. And (3) engages in a course of conduct or repeatedly commits acts which serve no legitimate purpose, is language that could be used to define what’s going on here. It could also qualify under 4, 5, and 6.
Others upbraid people for ruining OOP’s life:The behavior that you’re stating is completely legal is 100% not legal in Pennsylvania, where the area code for the number comes back to.No lol.
Harrassment is not legal behavior. And (3) engages in a course of conduct or repeatedly commits acts which serve no legitimate purpose, is language that could be used to define what’s going on here. It could also qualify under 4, 5, and 6.Read the definition you just posted lol, OP did not do anything remotely quantifiable as harassment, he just posted the publicly available number, if OP is spamming offensive messages or something to the landlord sure but that is categorically not what is visible here. Further a customer complaint and warning is a legitimate purpose and is well established as protected speech thousands of times over. Unless you knowingly lie in a review you are protected completely. "This company sucks don't rent from them and here is their publicly available contact info" is completely indisputably first amendment protected speech everywhere in the US.
It is extremely funny that you would post evidence of yourself being wrong.
People have been calling and texting the number and some even stated that their calls and texts have been answered. The person who is answering is apparently the ownelandlord. That person is being harassed. Look at the comments describing what people are sending him. Pictures of their asses and random shit talk. That does not count as a customer review or a complaint.
All of that communication has been facilitated through the OP, who also stated that they intentionally left the contact information because they believe the landlord is an asshole.
Maybe stick to legal issues in Australia instead of trying to incorrectly educate Americans about our first amendment. Freedom of speech is not freedom to blow up someone’s phone because you don’t agree with their business practices. Even if they are unethical and shitty.
Congrats on fucking up OPs life even worse. Hope you step on a lego and learn to not text random numbers and step into a situation you were never a part of.Attacks become misogynistic:
hands you a box of tissue
What do you mean?
By texting the number, it could be considered outing the OOP for Doxxing which is illegal.
OOP could potentially be in legal trouble now because they forgot to edit out the contact information and posted it and people decided to text the number.
As a woman, I’d never be ok with you doing this unsolicited to anyone. But I’m having a really hard time having an issue with this landlord asshole looking at your asshole. 🤷🏻♀️
As a woman, you should be in the kitchen.
Aww, bless your heart. I know it’s hard, but just know, that with an attitude like that, you’ll die alone because no woman will want you. But, you already know that 💕💕 here’s hoping you learn to have a personality beyond misogyny before it’s too late!
He hasn’t had pussy since it had him. No worries there.
God you're limp.
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2024.05.20 08:28 Either-Lawfulness537 First walk in.
 | First walk in was a good experience with plenty of lessons learned. Setup as follows: submitted by Either-Lawfulness537 to backpacking [link] [comments] TL;DR Have a plan, carry water, travel light, have contingencies, don't become complacent, use the right pack, and be sure to eat and drink. Helikon Numbat (front pack) - multi-tool, map, compass, Lora device (meshtastic), snackies, pen, paper, sidewinder headlamp, 550 cord, batteries, and pistol (interior). Gloves, 1L canteen (pathfinder), and poncho (exterior). Helikon Bergen (Back Pack) - 2xMREs, mountain house meal, canteen, canteen stove, canteen cup, change of clothes (shirt, pants, 2x socks), woobie, 2L water bladder, 2L empty collection bladder, more snackies, first aid, tea, drink tablets, iodine tablets, fire starter, and some whiskey (interior). Thermarest sleep pad, bivy, tarp, gorka top, trash bag, saw, and e-tool (exterior) The overall weight was ~35 pounds. The plan: Originally meant to do a walk through hike/camp roughly 7 miles in the Appalachian mountains. Gave the family a secondary map of key locations, checking, alternate methods of contact, and dead stop emergency checkpoints. What happened: My second hiker bailed due to weather (luckily spectacular) since the forecast was thunder storms and rain. I doubled down and said I was going to proceed. I was thinking I would get drenched but the stubbornness proceeded to expectation to learn a hard lesson. This leads into my first mistake. I was expecting rain and thought gathering water would be easy with rain. I then decided to dump a liter of water to make it fit better in my pack. The hike was overall easy except when plotting on the digital map I got lazy and pinned the roundabout area of the camp site. This lead to confusion and an extra mile of walking up, down, then back up mountainous terrain. I was able to gather my bearings and eventually found the right location even though I wasted at least an hour and extra calories walking. Once the destination was reached I was able to drop gear and set up camp. It was a cliff overhang with high winds. I was glad I brought the gorka that I waterproofed but the extra weight of the ponch and tarp wore on me. The weather was unpredictable and I'd have and not need than not have and need. Given the situation I could of at least left the tarp, using the poncho/trash bag to cover my gear and the bivy to protect me while I slept. Back to issue one. I pretty much depleted my water with just a meter left between cooking, drinking, and tasty teas. I knew there were springs in the area and luckily passed by two on the walk. I went back to them both but the water was trickling out of the mountain side so it was difficult to collect. I was only able to gather half a liter. I got uppity with my water selection and should of settled for a full bladder with murky water instead of half of a half of water with little debris. Back at camp I needed to boil water so I made a fire. My friend was going to bring the fat wood so I improvised and used cotton balls with petroleum jelly. They worked well but if it was raining then it would of been difficult (for me at least) to build a fire. I was able to boil the water and use it the next morning. The following day (1000) I was calorie deficient and had muscle fatigue. I knew I couldn't make the 5-7 mile hike straight through even though it was downhill. I opted to return the way I came since it was closer. I usually don't eat an early breakfast so I wasn't hungry after packing up but knew I needed calories. I ended up forcefeeding myself slimjims, peanut butter, and a tiny chicken salad and crackers to fill the gap. This was not enough. During the walk back I knee the way and became lazy./fatigued. On the way up I was making sounds (crazy people sounds to alert wildlife) in order to avoid jumping black bears since it's cubbing season. I was so fatigued the gravity was doing my work and carrying my feet so I was focused on where they fell. As you see in a photo there is a cubby in a tree (in the pictures) that was within a stones throw. The mother was much closer. Luckily she looked at me, her and the other sibling ran. The mother had such agility that she was gone on the blink of an eye. At that distance I don't think I could have reached my pistol to stop her if she did charge. On top of that, my exhaustion would have just accepted fate. Gratefully, black bears are prone to running instead of charging. The deer and hiker I seen the day before were much more terrifying lol. I finally started on the steep downhill decent before the upwards climb to my parked car. I sat for a bit before going all the way down to cross a creek since I knew there was a goo 70 meters of straight incline after that between me and my car. Once I mustarded the will to walm down into the draw, I collected a canteens worth of water. I half anticipated having to stop halfway up the climb to boil it to drink or use it to eat. Additional complaint, the back pack is super tight/small. The thin shoulder straps aren't great for carrying weight a great distance. Good for hikes with food and water but overnight adventures are not so great. Once to the truck I immediately drove to town, didn't eat but instead got water and a milkshake lol. Over all I did six miles there and back and it smoked me. |
2024.05.20 07:09 CringeyVal0451 Married Mary (Part 11): WAR
WAR
A few days later, my phone buzz-chirped. I opened my messages to find several pics of Dennis' Jeep, a blurry mess of lights, and a final shot of Dennis leaning back in the driver's seat with his eyes closed and his junk out and at attention. And there was a caption.
"Consider us EVEN."
I saw red. The possibility of finding peaceful contentment with Whisky was a distant memory. A figment of my imagination. I wanted blood. I wanted to slap Mary's fat fucking face senseless. I wanted to rat her out to Chuck. I was livid. Angry heat spread from my sternum to my shoulders, and the sharp sting of wrath radiated through my being. I rang Mary.
Mary: How does it feel, bitch?
I couldn't make words. I was shaking. My head was spinning. All I could muster was a meek little, "Why???"
Mary: You owed me.
Me: Mary, I'm not screwing Whiskers. And how did you even FIND Dennis? Do you even LIKE him?
Mary: Totes! He's soooooo cute! We banged it out five or six times in his car, and then he told me to lie down in the parking lot. And then he pissed all over my titties! It was soooo hot!
Me: I don't believe you. Dennis is into some pervy-ass shit. But not piss.
Mary: Well, he told me you were too vanilla to do anything fun.
Me: YEAH. I didn't wanna get butt-blasted without a rubber by a guy who couldn't even be bothered to show up when we had plans. That's not being vanilla. That's having self-respect.
Mary: Guys don't like girls who make a big deal about self-respect. It's a major turn-off. That's why I get so much more boom-boom than you do. Hey! Now that we're done fighting, you can pick me up and take me out for sushi! I'll teach you how to make men happy and then you'll owe me dinner. I obviously pleased Dennis when you couldn't.
Words failed me yet again. I shouted a much, much filthier version of, "GO SCREW," hung up on her, put on my sneakers, and ran aimlessly through my neighborhood until I almost collapsed. Once I trudged back home, I smoked a shit-ton of cigarettes and drank a shit-ton of vodka (for me, which was like... three shots) and really did collapse.
Up to this point, I felt like I had been patient with Mary. More patient than she deserved. I probably hadn’t done her any favors by allowing her to behave like a fucking maniac while I did nothing more than gently suggesting alternative behaviors. I still wanted to have faith in her ability to grow (emotionally). But all of that came crashing down. For some reason, my formerly improved sense of self-respect crashed as well...
I texted Whisky, planned to meet him at his townhouse, and successfully banged him. It was absolutely a hate bang even though I didn't hate Whisky at all (yet). I'd never engaged in hate-fueled intimacy before. I didn't realize those two states could co-exist like that. As reluctant as I am to admit it, it was cathartic. And it was also admittedly unfair to Whisky because he had no idea what was happening. I had just used him to make myself feel marginally better about a guy I guess I still had some kind of feelings for.
In case I've been unclear, I'm fully acknowledging that my actions were immature, inconsiderate, and indefensible. Don't bang somebody just because you're mad at somebody else, kids. Nobody wins. Well, it might feel like winning for a short time. It's NOT. It's bad behavior. And I absolutely hold myself accountable. Did I deserve to get verbally abused by the psycho neckbeard lurking behind the mask of the man I’d just hate-banged? No. Unequivocally, NO. But would Whisky have been well within his rights to dump me in a spectacular fashion if he’d realized what I was doing in that moment? Abso-freakin-lutely. Hell, I would have totally deserved it if he’d booted me out of his house butt-naked and screamed insults from the window. An isolated hurling of insults is not the same thing as chronic verbal maltreatment within the context of a relationship. But that's a serious topic that feels out of place in this story.
So instead of calling me on my crap and giving my butt the boot, Whisky remained oblivious to what was going on in my misguided mind and took the hate bang to mean that our relationship had just gone to the next level. And he became even sweeter and more affectionate towards me. This made my skin crawl because all my feelings for Dennis (both good and bad) had just come flooding back with a vengeance. I had no idea what to do with them. Part of me wanted Dennis to hug me and apologize. Part of me wanted to punch him in the dick. Part of me wanted Whisky to hug me and assure me that I had value as a human being even if some Golden God hadn’t chosen me to be his partner. And then part of me wanted to snap at Whisky every time he touched me. "You're NOT the one I want, Asshat!!!!!!!"
But the truth was... I didn't really want Dennis anymore. I mean... I wanted him in theory, but I didn't want the real version. He was a flake. He was nasty. I couldn't wrap my head around his inconsistent, albeit devout, spiritual beliefs. He was indeed a braggadocious butthead. I suspected that he wasn't even a very nice person beneath his affable veneer. Even so, I was irrationally irate with Mary for deliberately stalking him and seducing him. Did she really think that would make me look at my relationship with Whisky differently? I hadn't stalked him. I hadn't even pursued him. In fact, I'd rejected him several times (albeit not out of respect for Mary). How are these two situations alike??? What am I failing to see here??? Maybe I was the villain. I certainly wasn't innocent. But neither was Mary.
I mean... Mary was friggin’ MARRIED. And she'd been going around blabbing indelicately about all her supremely nasty boom-boom (whether real or fabricated) with Whiskers, Scumbanger, Tech Guy, Artistic Director, and the Hoggs. How the living, breathing, God-forsaken FUCK had she decided that she was entitled to sexy time with my (former?) crush just because I was dating ONE of the innumerable guys she’d stalked once upon a time???? Gaaaahhhhhhhhh!
And then it got even worse. Dennis was almost finished with his graduate program and was planning to move to New York that summer, while I still had another two years to go (counting the internship). But we both worked in the Neuropharmacology Lab that semester, so I still had to see him every week. Even though nothing had happened between us in a long, long time, I never knew if Dennis was going acknowledge my presence or look right through me. The power of invisibility isn't all it's cracked up ti be. But the next time I saw him, following the Mary tryst, he very deliberately approached me and said in an almost apologetic tone, "Val? Can we please talk after lab?" I nodded.
He asked me to get in his car, but I couldn't stand the thought of sitting in the ghost of Mary's snail trail. I insisted that we sit in my car, and he didn't protest. The familiar scent of mandarins and mountain air wafted through my Prius as I steeled myself for a confrontation.
Dennis: I think your friend stalked me...
Me: The crazy bitch with the big boobs?
Dennis: Yeah... She messaged me on Facebook and she was talking like you'd told her about me and thought we should hang out. I said we should call you and invite you to come along, but she said you had a boyfriend. Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: I'm dating someone. But what does it matter?
Dennis: Oh. I guess it doesn't. Anyway, I met her at this 24-hour diner. She drank like... ten beers even though I told her I don't drink. She kept talking about her cat or something...
Me: Whiskers?
Dennis: Yeah.
Me: That's a guy. She used to have a thing for him.
Dennis: That’s a guy’s name??? Weird. Well, anyway... She got all sloppy and literally started doing mouth stuff to me under the table.
My stomach turned and my blood boiled. "I don't need to hear that. She already told me all about your night. She sent me pictures of your dick and she told me how you peed on her in the parking lot."
Dennis: She said I WHAT??? Babe! Er. Um. Val! I would never do that.
I gave him a skeptical stare.
Dennis: Hand to God! I didn't pee on her. But, wait... She took pictures of my stuff???
I took out my phone and showed him the pic. Dennis blushed ferociously and looked away. Finally, he said quietly, "I'm so ashamed of myself."
I sighed. "You're always ashamed of yourself. That's why I stopped fooling around with you. It felt like you were ashamed of me, too."
Dennis: Babe! No. I just have to get right with God.
Me: Well, have you talked to God about Mary?
Dennis: I'm not ready for that one yet. I feel dirty. Like... dirtier than usual.
Me: Well, now I feel kind of guilty. She's mad at me because I'm dating a guy she used to have a crush on. She went after you because she knew I used to have a crush on you.
Dennis: You had a crush on me??? For real?
At first, I scoffed (thinking he was being sarcastic). Then I looked at his wide eyes and realized that he might have actually been that clueless.
Me: Yes, Dennis. I massively had a crush on you. You knew that. But I was apparently too vanilla for you, according to Mary.
Dennis: What??? Babe! I never said you were vanilla. I said you were classier than her.
Me: Well... Thank you? If that really is what you said to her, I appreciate that.
Dennis (striking his version of a smoldering pose): So. Uh... You still have a crush on me?
Me: I think I'll always wonder what could have been if we were each just... slightly different people. But I had to move on. I knew you didn't like me in that way, and it wasn't fair to either of us.
Dennis: Well, for what it's worth, I wish it had been your mouth the other night.
I finally smiled a little bit. I wished the same thing. But I didn't say that out loud.
Oddly enough, having that somewhat respectful, somewhat reassuring conversation with Dennis quelled my anger at Mary... a little. Don't get me wrong; I was still pissed and I never let her get close to me again after that. But I also never made a big, dramatic show of telling her off. In my mind, that would have invited more unnecessary drama. By tacitly distancing myself and henceforth keeping her at arm's length, she wasn't able to freak out over anything and I was able to keep her out of my business.
Years and years later, even now that Mary is a functional person with a healthy BMI, and much better manners (most of the time), she is still wont to bring up her tryst with Dennis. While I genuinely applaud her for putting in the work and making some sensible changes, I'll never be super buddy-buddy with her again. The fact that she still throws Dennis in my face to this very day makes me suspect that there remains a touch of cray in her gray matter.
And where Whisky was concerned, I had finally felt some sense of closure with Dennis after the aforementioned talk. So I leaned into a new relationship. And it was fine at first. Not super hot, but also not super weird. Having learned from my disgusting mistake, I know that I tend to get tempted to speculate about incredibly offensive crap regardingFunky Whisky whenever his behavior is unremarkable and not in keeping with the delightfully repulsive tone that this audience tends to enjoy. So I'll end this chapter here. In the next proper installment, I'll finally shed some light on The Goblinization. But before I wrap things up, I need to write a one-off about The Pie Guy and bring back some classic cringe!
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A few days later, my phone buzz-chirped. I opened my messages to find several pics of Dennis' Jeep, a blurry mess of lights, and a final shot of Dennis leaning back in the driver's seat with his eyes closed and his junk out and at attention. And there was a caption.
"Consider us EVEN."
I saw red. The possibility of finding peaceful contentment with Whisky was a distant memory. A figment of my imagination. I wanted blood. I wanted to slap Mary's fat fucking face senseless. I wanted to rat her out to Chuck. I was livid. Angry heat spread from my sternum to my shoulders, and the sharp sting of wrath radiated through my being. I rang Mary.
Mary: How does it feel, bitch?
I couldn't make words. I was shaking. My head was spinning. All I could muster was a meek little, "Why???"
Mary: You owed me.
Me: Mary, I'm not screwing Whiskers. And how did you even FIND Dennis? Do you even LIKE him?
Mary: Totes! He's soooooo cute! We banged it out five or six times in his car, and then he told me to lie down in the parking lot. And then he pissed all over my titties! It was soooo hot!
Me: I don't believe you. Dennis is into some pervy-ass shit. But not piss.
Mary: Well, he told me you were too vanilla to do anything fun.
Me: YEAH. I didn't wanna get butt-blasted without a rubber by a guy who couldn't even be bothered to show up when we had plans. That's not being vanilla. That's having self-respect.
Mary: Guys don't like girls who make a big deal about self-respect. It's a major turn-off. That's why I get so much more boom-boom than you do. Hey! Now that we're done fighting, you can pick me up and take me out for sushi! I'll teach you how to make men happy and then you'll owe me dinner. I obviously pleased Dennis when you couldn't.
Words failed me yet again. I shouted a much, much filthier version of, "GO SCREW," hung up on her, put on my sneakers, and ran aimlessly through my neighborhood until I almost collapsed. Once I trudged back home, I smoked a shit-ton of cigarettes and drank a shit-ton of vodka (for me, which was like... three shots) and really did collapse.
Up to this point, I felt like I had been patient with Mary. More patient than she deserved. I probably hadn’t done her any favors by allowing her to behave like a fucking maniac while I did nothing more than gently suggesting alternative behaviors. I still wanted to have faith in her ability to grow (emotionally). But all of that came crashing down. For some reason, my formerly improved sense of self-respect crashed as well...
I texted Whisky, planned to meet him at his townhouse, and successfully banged him. It was absolutely a hate bang even though I didn't hate Whisky at all (yet). I'd never engaged in hate-fueled intimacy before. I didn't realize those two states could co-exist like that. As reluctant as I am to admit it, it was cathartic. And it was also admittedly unfair to Whisky because he had no idea what was happening. I had just used him to make myself feel marginally better about a guy I guess I still had some kind of feelings for.
In case I've been unclear, I'm fully acknowledging that my actions were immature, inconsiderate, and indefensible. Don't bang somebody just because you're mad at somebody else, kids. Nobody wins. Well, it might feel like winning for a short time. It's NOT. It's bad behavior. And I absolutely hold myself accountable. Did I deserve to get verbally abused by the psycho neckbeard lurking behind the mask of the man I’d just hate-banged? No. Unequivocally, NO. But would Whisky have been well within his rights to dump me in a spectacular fashion if he’d realized what I was doing in that moment? Abso-freakin-lutely. Hell, I would have totally deserved it if he’d booted me out of his house butt-naked and screamed insults from the window. An isolated hurling of insults is not the same thing as chronic verbal maltreatment within the context of a relationship. But that's a serious topic that feels out of place in this story.
So instead of calling me on my crap and giving my butt the boot, Whisky remained oblivious to what was going on in my misguided mind and took the hate bang to mean that our relationship had just gone to the next level. And he became even sweeter and more affectionate towards me. This made my skin crawl because all my feelings for Dennis (both good and bad) had just come flooding back with a vengeance. I had no idea what to do with them. Part of me wanted Dennis to hug me and apologize. Part of me wanted to punch him in the dick. Part of me wanted Whisky to hug me and assure me that I had value as a human being even if some Golden God hadn’t chosen me to be his partner. And then part of me wanted to snap at Whisky every time he touched me. "You're NOT the one I want, Asshat!!!!!!!"
But the truth was... I didn't really want Dennis anymore. I mean... I wanted him in theory, but I didn't want the real version. He was a flake. He was nasty. I couldn't wrap my head around his inconsistent, albeit devout, spiritual beliefs. He was indeed a braggadocious butthead. I suspected that he wasn't even a very nice person beneath his affable veneer. Even so, I was irrationally irate with Mary for deliberately stalking him and seducing him. Did she really think that would make me look at my relationship with Whisky differently? I hadn't stalked him. I hadn't even pursued him. In fact, I'd rejected him several times (albeit not out of respect for Mary). How are these two situations alike??? What am I failing to see here??? Maybe I was the villain. I certainly wasn't innocent. But neither was Mary.
I mean... Mary was friggin’ MARRIED. And she'd been going around blabbing indelicately about all her supremely nasty boom-boom (whether real or fabricated) with Whiskers, Scumbanger, Tech Guy, Artistic Director, and the Hoggs. How the living, breathing, God-forsaken FUCK had she decided that she was entitled to sexy time with my (former?) crush just because I was dating ONE of the innumerable guys she’d stalked once upon a time???? Gaaaahhhhhhhhh!
And then it got even worse. Dennis was almost finished with his graduate program and was planning to move to New York that summer, while I still had another two years to go (counting the internship). But we both worked in the Neuropharmacology Lab that semester, so I still had to see him every week. Even though nothing had happened between us in a long, long time, I never knew if Dennis was going acknowledge my presence or look right through me. The power of invisibility isn't all it's cracked up ti be. But the next time I saw him, following the Mary tryst, he very deliberately approached me and said in an almost apologetic tone, "Val? Can we please talk after lab?" I nodded.
He asked me to get in his car, but I couldn't stand the thought of sitting in the ghost of Mary's snail trail. I insisted that we sit in my car, and he didn't protest. The familiar scent of mandarins and mountain air wafted through my Prius as I steeled myself for a confrontation.
Dennis: I think your friend stalked me...
Me: The crazy bitch with the big boobs?
Dennis: Yeah... She messaged me on Facebook and she was talking like you'd told her about me and thought we should hang out. I said we should call you and invite you to come along, but she said you had a boyfriend. Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: I'm dating someone. But what does it matter?
Dennis: Oh. I guess it doesn't. Anyway, I met her at this 24-hour diner. She drank like... ten beers even though I told her I don't drink. She kept talking about her cat or something...
Me: Whiskers?
Dennis: Yeah.
Me: That's a guy. She used to have a thing for him.
Dennis: That’s a guy’s name??? Weird. Well, anyway... She got all sloppy and literally started doing mouth stuff to me under the table.
My stomach turned and my blood boiled. "I don't need to hear that. She already told me all about your night. She sent me pictures of your dick and she told me how you peed on her in the parking lot."
Dennis: She said I WHAT??? Babe! Er. Um. Val! I would never do that.
I gave him a skeptical stare.
Dennis: Hand to God! I didn't pee on her. But, wait... She took pictures of my stuff???
I took out my phone and showed him the pic. Dennis blushed ferociously and looked away. Finally, he said quietly, "I'm so ashamed of myself."
I sighed. "You're always ashamed of yourself. That's why I stopped fooling around with you. It felt like you were ashamed of me, too."
Dennis: Babe! No. I just have to get right with God.
Me: Well, have you talked to God about Mary?
Dennis: I'm not ready for that one yet. I feel dirty. Like... dirtier than usual.
Me: Well, now I feel kind of guilty. She's mad at me because I'm dating a guy she used to have a crush on. She went after you because she knew I used to have a crush on you.
Dennis: You had a crush on me??? For real?
At first, I scoffed (thinking he was being sarcastic). Then I looked at his wide eyes and realized that he might have actually been that clueless.
Me: Yes, Dennis. I massively had a crush on you. You knew that. But I was apparently too vanilla for you, according to Mary.
Dennis: What??? Babe! I never said you were vanilla. I said you were classier than her.
Me: Well... Thank you? If that really is what you said to her, I appreciate that.
Dennis (striking his version of a smoldering pose): So. Uh... You still have a crush on me?
Me: I think I'll always wonder what could have been if we were each just... slightly different people. But I had to move on. I knew you didn't like me in that way, and it wasn't fair to either of us.
Dennis: Well, for what it's worth, I wish it had been your mouth the other night.
I finally smiled a little bit. I wished the same thing. But I didn't say that out loud.
Oddly enough, having that somewhat respectful, somewhat reassuring conversation with Dennis quelled my anger at Mary... a little. Don't get me wrong; I was still pissed and I never let her get close to me again after that. But I also never made a big, dramatic show of telling her off. In my mind, that would have invited more unnecessary drama. By tacitly distancing myself and henceforth keeping her at arm's length, she wasn't able to freak out over anything and I was able to keep her out of my business.
Years and years later, even now that Mary is a functional person with a healthy BMI, and much better manners (most of the time), she is still wont to bring up her tryst with Dennis. While I genuinely applaud her for putting in the work and making some sensible changes, I'll never be super buddy-buddy with her again. The fact that she still throws Dennis in my face to this very day makes me suspect that there remains a touch of cray in her gray matter.
And where Whisky was concerned, I had finally felt some sense of closure with Dennis after the aforementioned talk. So I leaned into a new relationship. And it was fine at first. Not super hot, but also not super weird. Having learned from my disgusting mistake, I know that I tend to get tempted to speculate about incredibly offensive crap regarding
2024.05.20 06:13 mossyturtles Possible NES pin connector issues?
 | Short TLDR, I mostly need to know whether the pins have been bent and if I need to bend them back into place/boil it! I decided to grab a labeled broken NES today for fun since I’m interested in console repair, I don’t have much prior tech experience. I don’t have the cables to connect it to a tv at this point unfortunately. The system is really clean inside and outside there’s just a small amount of dust. When plugged into the ac adaptor and turned on, the red light blinks with a game loaded and empty. I cleaned the contacts on the game I have and it still blinked (I do not have another game, and the game I have is Nintendo verified). Disassembling the console, I don’t know what a good connector looks like so I can’t tell if I need to bend the pins. I could really use some help! I also included some pictures of things that might be issues on the motherboard + back & front of the motherboard in case there’s anything concerning I missed. submitted by mossyturtles to consolerepair [link] [comments] |
2024.05.20 06:03 southerngothicwitch EX Best Friend calls my work shit, & didn't know I heard everything.
So back in 2021, mine and hubby's friend's are getting married. The bride to be waited to long to find a photographer and only had 2 weeks til the wedding. As a budding photographer at the time I offered to take the pictures for them as a wedding gift. They're so happy I was willing to help and we get to work (choosing poses, people in the pics, ect). The big day arrives. I get there early to get to work. Ive gotten the brides first stage of pictures done and head up to get the groom's. As I'm coming back down the stairs I hear my ex best friend (lets call her liar)talking to the bride. Then as I'm about to walk back into the room I hear her say " I can't believe you're letting HER take your wedding pictures! They're gonna look awful! Her work is shit! My heart is broken. After years of friendship and her telling me she absolutely loved my work, then this. Look I understand everyone likes different things and that's perfectly fine. The world would be a boring echo chamber if everyone liked the same thing. I stood outside the room for a minute and I hear, "LIAR! How could you say that!? You're supposed to be her best friend and you've said numerous times how much you love her work!" She then proceeds to let ooze from her mouth, " I just lied to her so I could get free sessions, she's not a real photographer anyway!" At this moment I decided I'm walking in there! I opened the door and walk in, she of course fake smiles and does that typical hey. You know the one where you know they've been talking shit about you. I said hey passive aggressively back, while looking at her like I heard everything. She can't look me in the face the rest of the day. Day goes on, pictures are done, couple leaves for their honeymoon. I get home, edit the pictures, and look through them with the newlyweds after they get back home. They love them! They love everything about them. I send them to the newlyweds, they post them, and the comments start coming in. She sees likes the pictures, but no comments. Not 10 minutes after they posted them she messages me. "Hey!! I was wondering if you could do a session for me? I want some engagement pictures!" I don't answer right away because I'm mad as hell. I'm boiling over at the fact she had all the audacity to message and ask me this. I finally answer back. I asked her if she was sure she wanted me to do them since I wasn't a real photographer anyway and my work was shit. She blocked me. The trash took itself out. Thank you for reading and thank you Charlotte for all the laughs, the awesome videos and the tips for us photographers!
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2024.05.20 02:13 speedyBoi96240 Round 4: the phantom-weight champion versus the exalted seraph
 | Spitfire slumped over and trudged out of the arena. submitted by speedyBoi96240 to skylanders [link] [comments] His worldview had been altered severely. Not once in his life had he ever thought about giving an opponent respect on their deathbed. But there was just something about that fight that shook his head for him. He ended his round the least injured of anyone before him. An incredible feat considering the two before him were amongst the strongest skylanders. But not only that, round 3 had left the arena in the best state so far. Not many wounds lay upon the battlefield this time giving the cleaners a well deserved break after the catastrophic damage caused in the first 2 rounds. Ambush sat in the stands blown away by what he had just witnessed, other skylanders, mabu and greebles were loudly discussing the outcome. A large and intimidating figure loomed towards ambush. When it reached him a gruff yet booming voice greeted him. “AMBUSH MY GOOD FRIEND ITS NICE TO SEE YOU, WHAT DID I MISS?” Is what the man said. Ambush slightly startled turned to the man knowing exactly who he was. “Tri tip… ive told you countless times that you need to use your inside voice more often” ambush responded. “BUT AMBUSH MY GOOD FRIEND, THIS IS NO TIME FOR SILENCE, THIS IS TIME FOR UPROAR!” Tri tip countered. “Yes yes i suppose an event this exhilarating doesnt happen every day… now you asked what you missed correct?”. “YEYUP”. “Well that spitfire just turned our fellow miss boom bloom into past tense”. “WHAT?”. “I forget you're not the brightest… ahem, boom bloom is dead, spitfire killed her”. “WOAH, SOMEONE ACTUALLY BEAT A SENSEI? AMAZING!” tri tip seemed very happy for someone who had just lost a colleague and friend. “Disturbing priorities aside how is king pen doing?”. “OH YEAH I JUST SAW HIM, HE SHOULD BE SHIP SHAPE BY THE END OF THE NEXT ROUND HE SAID”. “Brilliant, i may have to fight again soon, i dont want him in the hospital for that”. “SO WHO’S UP NEXT?” Tri tip questioned. “Well if you had ever learnt to read you would see the notice board over there” ambush pointed to a large board hovering above the arena as if by magic. “WHEN ONE IS AS IN TOUCH WITH THE POWER OF THE CLUB AS I AM READING PALES IN COMPARISON MY FRIEND”. “Oh no doubt” ambush mocked “well it says the next to fight are night shift and knight light”. Tri tips eyes widened “NO WAY! THE KNIGHT LIGHT? YOU MEAN…”. “I do… the only knight i have ever trained, to surpass me…”. “WOW! I MEAN JUST WOW! WITH A MAN LIKE THAT FIGHTING MY CLUB WANES FOR MY ROUND EVEN MORE!” Tri tips joy could not be contained and exploded out into a destructive little dance that he performed so carelessly that he accidentally trampled a mabu or two yet failed to notice. Suddenly a voice echoed throughout the stadium. “ATTENTION VIEWERS OF THE MOST EXTRAVAGANT EXTRAVAGANZA TO GRACE THIS WORLD IN CENTURIES!” The voice seemed to be coming from speakers placed around the stands. “ROUND 4 OF THE TOURNAMENT WILL BEGIN SHORTLY! DONT FORGET TO PLACE YOUR BETS AND PLEASE MAKE SURE ANY CHILDREN WITHIN THE VICINITY ARE VACATED IMMEDIATELY”. “That’s the que tri tip…” ambush said. tri tip abruptly stopped his dance and swung himself onto one of the benches and yelled “OH SWEET! I CANT WAIT”. “No need to, looks like the fighters are already stepping up to the plate” ambush pointed out. “BRILLIANT! THEY REALLY DID MEAN SHORTLY WHEN THEY SAID SHORTLY!”. “Excellent observation…” ambush said as he rolled his eyes. Before anyone knew it the fighters of round 4 were staring each other down just like the six others before them. Knight light brandished his traptanium scimitar with a stoic expression on his face and night shift was shadow boxing the air inbetween the both of them. Both fighters took their professions before becoming skylanders very seriously. One was an all star in the ring, revered and highly admired amongst the viewership. The other was a knight like no other, an angelic swordsman that wore armour fashioned by the most esteemed blacksmiths and craftsmen skylands had ever known. Even with all of this being popular lore amongst skylands, no one could have forseen what would take place the millisecond the bell rang, no one except the two in the ring. Thats right, a ring, the very place night shift was the reigning champion in for most of his life, until he was forced out due to the officals having to ban his signature techniques. Thats right, they had to ban his fighting style to give anyone a chance. But in this ring… He was free. He could do anything he wanted to the man that stood before him. And night shift displayed his understanding of this once the bell rang… The vampiric boxer opened with a swift chomp to knight lights shoulder. And to everyones suprise… It broke through his armour… The same armour that had never been pierced, not even by the most divine weapons in skylands. Knight light was the only person who was unfazed. “Impressive…” Knight light praised. “You’re impressed by this, boy? Trust me this is nothing compared to what you have yet to see…” night shift stated condescendingly but truthfully. “Is that so? Then please, show me…” Knight light said confidently. Night shift smiled and responded with a technique he liked to call the over underhand. A powerful attack that ended 86% of his fights during his hayday. This involves throwing a simple over hand punch at range, then when the opponent least expects it, using his teleportation he would instantly move in close and throw a powerful under hand strike that embodies the true damage of the technique as opposed to the diversion the first hit is meant to be. So when he performed this on knight light you best believe it did some real damage. Knight light attempted a block on the over hand like so many did in the past. However he simply could not react to the under hand just like everyone else. The resulting damage from the attack left a boxing glove sized hole in knight lights armour revealing his stomach. “Remarkable, i never thoug-” knight light started before being interupted by a lightning fast barrage of punches that were thrown at him. Each punch dented his armour and spread cracks across its surface. Just after a few seconds of the barrage happening knight light had decided that he had had enough… He lifted his hand and bent his fingers like he was holding a sphere before launching a bright flash of light at night shift. “Fighting dirty are we? I can do that too…” knight light said as his opponent was violently blinded. Night shift still had his guard up however, so when knight light swung his scimitar with enough strength to cleave a mountain in two it was not a lethal blow. His knuckle had a chip in it and a tear in one of his coveted gloves was made but overall no problematic damage was taken. An impressive display of a boxing champions instinct that shocked the crowd. “WOW! THIS SHIFTY GUY HAS SOME REAL SKILLS” tri tip yelled to ambush over the cheering audience. “Indeed, however knight light isnt even attempting to win yet…” ambush responded. “WHAT!? THIS IS LITERALLY A FIGHT TO THE DEATH WHAT COULD HE BE WAITING FOR??” tri tip replied in a perplexed manner. “He knows that night shift is not just all stats”. “WHAT?”. “Sigh night shift has a trump card and knight light is trying to bait it out” ambush explained. “AHHH SO HE’S USING HIS BRAIN TO FIGHT! I NEVER REALLY GOT USED TO THAT” tri tip said honestly. “That is unfortunately excruciatingly evident…”. “YEAH WELL YOUR BIG FANCY WORDS HAVE NOTHING ON MY CLUB!” Tri tip yelled defensively. “Yes im sure thats the case, now lets just focus on the match” ambush redirected. “FINE! BUT ONLY BECAUSE THAT ONES THROWING A HAYMAKER!!”. and sure enough if you were watching the fight in that very moment you would see a still blinded night shift throw a devestatingly powerful punch that made a perfect connection with the skull of his opponent. A large shockwave was created by the impact and the tiles of the arena crumbled but more importantly knight lights helmet shattered into a thousand pieces. The man who's face had not been seen ever since his duty of protecting the starlight began… Had eyes cast upon that very face for the first time since then. Underneath he was not a gruff viking or an ascended immortal, instead he was just a person, like everyone else. All of the legends that were told about him had clouded everyones view of such a figure. The revealing of his face made knight light feel more human, it grounded him for the first time in a while, like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. So the act came off, the veil was lifted and he spoke… “you shitty old man…”. At the very sight of hearing such words from this man the crowd silenced themselves. “Do you really think anything you have done so far is impressive?” He continued “Do you really think someone like me could ever be compared to you?” “Well… i thought those things too, until that punch just now” knight light smiled a comforting smile “All of my battles and feats placed me on a pedestal that i wasnt worthy of in my eyes” “But you have just brought me down into a sport” “A place i can be myself and not the stoic hero everyone thinks i am” “So for that i thank you” “Ya done squirt?” Night shift grumbled obviously just regaining his eyesight. “I am” knight light responded. “Good, because all of this character development is real nice n’ all but i want to know why, even after everything i’ve thrown at you…” “You’re still in the same spot you started the match in” The crowd remained silent but in response to night shifts statement the silence grew louder. No one had realised it but even after taking hits that easily broke his armour not once had knight lights feet ever left the ground, not once had he ever been knocked backwards, not once had he cried out in pain and whats more? Not once had he bled. “Well you see… my armour is moreso for theatrics, batman has his outfit, superman has his and so does wonder woman” knight light answered. “Are you sassing me compadre?” Night shift snarled. “Not at all! It is strong armour no doubt but my armour is never what made me strong, no no you see my bones and muscles were enhanced by the starlight itself, after a millenia within its proximity, intern granting me enormous power”. “You talk like your blood is gold and honestly that makes my blood boil but what you're telling me scares me…”. “Why’s that?”. “Because if what you said was true that means… that swing you took at me whilst i was blind, was your absolute weakest possible attack”. “Atleast it wasn’t obvious” knight light chuckled. The crowd began getting loud at the changing tides, this fight just went from fairly even to a massive mismatch. However an interesting development in knight lights demeanour was noticeable as it was no longer pompous and gallant but he was a lot more lax despite still displaying faint hints of those aforementioned traits. “Since a funeral is gonna have to happen soon its best we get back to the fight” night shift yawned. “We probably should but don’t dig your own grave like that, its unbecoming of a champion”. “Oh i wasn’t talking about me pal… ive got no one to attend my funeral”. “Ah a lonely road you’ve paved i take it?”. Night shifts eye twitched with irritation “let’s just box, im sick of hearing shakespear”. “As you wish” knight light obliged and opened with a brutal yet glamorous attack. This attack wasn’t even initiated by so little as a gesture. It simply started with light pouring out of knight lights body. This light was very water like and flowed gracefully before sharpening and becoming rigid. Once solid it wrapped around night shift before he had any hope of reacting to such an attack. It then pulled him towards knight light who began to charge up a special type of swing. One that follows through beyond all the way. This technique was one that had slain many elderitch horrors in the past and its name was “the celestial vortex”. Once night shift was stunned, helpless and in range knight light let loose… He swung his scimitar, but not just regularly, like i said, beyond all the way. The second half of the celestial vortex consists of a 1080 degree spin with the traptanium scimitar. This means the attack encompasses the full area around knight light and strikes three seperate times with powerful blows. And so that is exactly what happened to night shift… The first hit ripped through his ghastly body, the second shattered his mortal bones and the third killed him. Or so everyone thought because although his body laid lifeless on the ground moments after the incredible attack, a coffin manifested around it out of nowhere. This coffin had an ominous aura that swirled in demonic fury around it. But not long after appearing it burst open and a good as new night shift was there ready to settle the score. “Suprise, im immortal” he said with an astonishing amount of hubris for a man who just got diced in three seperate ways. “So thats it is it?” Knight light in the arena and ambush in the audience understood the event at the same time and prefaced this with the exact same words. “THATS GOTTA BREAK SOME KIND OF RULE RIGHT!?” tri tip roared in signature sportsfan fashion. “Well surely an opponent that can’t die has a supreme advantage in a battle to the death yes, however there may be ways around it we are currently unaware of” ambush tried to approach the situation with logic and reason. “NA THIS GUY IS GONNA WIN THE ENTIRE THING, THIS JUST GOT BORING IM OUT” tri tip angrily hopped out of his seat and turned to leave the stadium. Instead he bumped into an individual almost as large as himself. It was king pen, still bandaged up a tad but overall he seemed in good health. “Now now tri tip, did the club not teach you patience?” King pen persuaded. “WHA- KING PEN YOU’RE BACK UP AND RUNNING ALREADY!?” Tri tip was startled by the sudden appearance of his leader, mentor and friend. “Why yes i am, and im glad to say i did not miss too much of this spectacular match”. “BUT YOU SAID YOU’D BE READY BY THE END OF ROUND 4”. “Oh silly tri tip, always being so dense, thats what i love about you, theres no bigger picture in your mind. Can’t you see the round is already coming to a close?” His words sounded harsh but they were comforting and professional in a strange way. “I- IT IS?”. “Just watch, my friend” king pen put a hand on the shoulder tri tip did not have his club over and guided him back into his seat then sat peacefully beside him. Night shift was still, his guard was raised and his eyes were focused. Knight light was obviously brain storming, desperately trying to find a way he could overcome immortality. But it wasn’t possible… There isn’t a way to kill an opponent that can’t die… All he could do was smile softly. “There may be nothing i can do to you vampire… however! I will put up my very best against you!” He said confidently. “Id expect nothing less” night shift replied in agreement with his philosophy. And so knight light engaged with a heavy swing downwards onto night shift who swiftly teleported out of the way. Knight light spun around with another ferocious swing that again was dodged easily. The powerful shockwaves from these attacks tore apart the arena violently. Many more swings were performed and each successive one had more power than the last. After 12 or so more attacks night shift performed his final dodge. Not to say he got hit no, he simply began charging up a powerful punch in response to knight lights onslought. This was no ordinary punch however. The way he tensed his phantom muscles was very unique. He held the power that he would normally release into one of his jabs. This subsequently multiplied the force that the punch would exert. But the main problem was that he had to hold the punch for a while. A feat that wasn’t easy with an actively attacking opponent. So when knight light began another swing, night shift tapped into a power that would majorly help him. This power allowed him to constantly teleport to every location simultaneously within a small area around knight light. This made him virtually unhittable. He called it “the ghost gods ring”. Knight light was completely perplexed by the sight of such an ability. His attacks halted and his brain was scattered in thought. But again everything has a downside and this technique drained night shifts stamina incredibly fast. At the very least he had to throw this powerful punch with enough energy to not make it a dud. However he only had this one chance to do it… It was an all or nothing approach but it was the only way he could ever hope to win. So he channelled both techniques for an entire minute. A minute is what he assumed to be the perfect amount of time but really he had no clue. A constant minute of being omnipresent in a specific section of the arena… A constant minute of having his very internal forces gestate and multiply within his muscles… This was an incredibly risky play to make, if he didnt end this with this attack he was absolutely done for. His body would be destroyed internally and he would be forced to die over and over again until he had regained enough energy to try it again. But now was the time to launch it… He methodically stopped his rapid teleportation behind knight light. Then he released all of the pent up force he had been holding in, into a full fledged super punch. The punch radiated power, it generated shockwaves just by existing. Reality warped and light bended around it. The size of the fist grew to a humongous size as if by the will of the universe. This attack was called “The pinnacle of punches” and it ended 1% of night shifts matches back in the day. It came into contact with knight light before he even realised what was happening. Steam was being let off in every direction and the surrounding section of the arena was levelled completely with nothing built by mabu remaining. Knight lights last few pieces of armour turned to dust. All that survived was his boots and his pants. Night shift struggled to keep the punch thrown. His vision swayed and his energy dwindled but he kept holding out for the win. Well he did until… His fist exploded. The sheer pressure of the clash was too much for his hand to take. Everyone including both fighters were absolutely gobsmacked with this development in the fight. But what they were to see next would set the precedent… that this fight was unwinnable… Knight light appeared to have taken zero damage from that attack. And whats worse was the fact that his feet were still in the exact same spot they had been in the entire fight. The first person to realise the match was a lost cause was none other than night shift himself. “So thats it huh…” he said in a hushed tone “You are one hell of a guy” “You took the best i had…” “And you’re not just still standing…” “You didn’t even budge, you didn’t even bruise” “The only one who got hurt by that hit was me” “And honestly i’d be pissed if it didn’t…” “That was the strongest punch i have ever thrown and im proud of it” “But more importantly im concerned about this match now…” “Neither of us can kill the other, i can’t put a dent on ya and you can’t put me down for good” “So what’re we gon’ do?” He finished “While i appreciate your praise and your power i actually did think of a way to kill you” knight light confessed. If everyone wasn’t already silent from shock they were now. “You did?” Night shift asked intrigued. “Yeah but before i show you i just wanted to say a few things” “I’ve never had such an intense fight” “Its been a real rollercoaster and to be quite honest at the beginning i thought you were just a grumpy old fart” “But you exceeded every expectation i had of you” “And just for you im gonna try to talk normally from now on” he finished the sentence with one last comforting smile “Hehe… i’d say your doing a great job, i understood every word you said just fine” night shift chuckled. The whole crowd was dying to know what knight light had in store for them. No one could believe a way to kill the unkillable existed. But little did they know… Knight light was about to invent one… “Alright!” He yelled to gather everyones attention “Observe! For you won’t see a more impressive attack as long as you venture within this realm!” He said raising his arms, one holding his scimitar “So much for talking normally…” night shift mumbled. All of the spectators viewed intently only to see… Knight light doing the unthinkable before doing the even more unthinkable. He stepped forward… For the first time in this match he had moved out of his starting position. A thing that would be commonplace in any other fight had become suprising to see in this one. But he didn’t step forward for no reason no, he took a stance with his scimitar over his head in the air. He was slightly crouched and he held his free hand outwards like he was stopping someone. His wings outstretched themselves as if ready to take flight. Now that all of the preparation was done he inhaled slowly then exhaled even slower… Suddenly a pool of light formed around his feet and expanded to encompass a large area around him. Then his body began to glow with a radiant light, like that of the sun. The very same light encircled his sword and began to wrap around it like a web that flexed and vibrated in a helix pattern. “Your fighting style reminded me of something…” he began “The way you made yourself seem numerous and the fact that every punch you threw was stunningly beautiful” “It just brought stars to my mind” “And what was around before the stars?” “Nothing” “So thats exactly what this attack will do” “Not nothing, but it will completely erase anything in its path, wiping anything from the face of reality” The crowd loudly discussed this revelation. Ofcourse it was so simple yet no one else had ever thought of it. The crowd seemed to understand the weight of these statements. But one question was asked numerous times within their discussions. Could an attack really remove something from the world for good? Well… Knight light would be about to answer that question… For when he swings his blade… The truth will be evident. “In a way this attack will be named after you…” knight light was still talking as the attack was charging “You inspired it…” the light danced around him in the air and shimmered on his body “And Im going to name it after the inspiration” his scimitar was glowing with a very volatile and unstable light that shifted tones so much no one could determine its colour “It must be an honour having to be killed this way…” his muscles tensed in response to the light moving on his body as if they were soaking it in like a plant “Likewise its an honour having to kill you this way…” the very air in the stadium began to sparkle like glitter “That’s why im calling this ability, the highest possible grade of attack that can ever be reached, “the brightest constellation” as soon as he finished those words knight light jumped into the air “I couldn’t have had a better opponent in this here match today… thank you” night shift heroically stood proud ready to embrace death as he said his final words. The jump knight light performed broke the sound barrier and created a sonic boom that sent people in the stadium flying off of their seats. The liquid light that covered the floor of the arena attempted to follow him up into the sky, this created a bunch of pillars that were formed out of this light. Once knight light reached the apex of his jump he began hovering in place with his wings. “I thank you too…” he muttered knowing that only he could hear anything he had to say. Then he readied his scimitar and began a skydive back down to the arena. Light encompassed his body like a cacoon. It swirled enchantingly around him. On the otherhand the light on his blade began to erupt with an unsettling degree of colour. Before he knew it he was nearing the ground. In preparation he held his sword in the swinging position. Then when he was within the boundaries of the stadium again he swung his blade horizontally towards night shift with the momentum of his skydive included. All of the light within his blade, surrounding him and on the floor of the arena shot at night shift. He landed shortly after. Before reaching night shift the light transformed into stars that were linked together by lines, they resembled constellations incredibly well. But they didn’t last long because shortly after coming into creation they detonated and discharged a beyond blinding amount of light. Everyone in the audience could not see as a result of this. The attack was the mother of all flashbangs and everyone going wild in the stands proved it. The fact that they could not see meant they could not know what happened to night shift. And that was the main focus right in this moment. Everyone NEEDED to know what had happened. But no one would get an answer until the first few viewers regained their eyesight. After 19 excruciatingly long and chaotic minutes the very first people able to see again witnessed the state the arena was in. The entire third of the arena night shift was stood in… Had been decimated… It looked as though it had been carved right down to nothing, it boasted a weirdly smooth and eerie shape. Almost like within a radius of that attack, things had indeed been set to zero. But no one knew how. No one except knight light. Who was smiling with a tear in his eye. he grimly said with a catch in his throat “i’ll come to your funeral night shift…”. THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT IS KNIGHT LIGHT, THE EXALTED SERAPH! |
2024.05.20 02:07 Soninetz Unbounce vs Elementor: This is the Ultimate Choice?
 | Looking to create a stunning website but torn between Unbounce and Elementor, both landing page builders? Which platform, the simplicity of Unbounce or the flexibility of Elementor, will best suit your needs for landing page builders? Dive into this comparison to discover which tool aligns with your website-building goals and design capabilities. Whether you prioritize ease of use or design freedom, understanding the differences between Unbounce and Elementor is crucial for making an informed decision. Let's explore the features, functionalities, design flexibility, and unique offerings of each platform in the WordPress ecosystem to help you choose the perfect fit for your next web project. submitted by Soninetz to AllPromos [link] [comments] Useful Links: Key Takeaways
Comparing Features and PricesDesign CapabilitiesUnbounce offers a drag-and-drop editor, enabling users to create customized landing pages with ease. On the other hand, Elementor focuses on widget-based design for websites and pages.Pricing PlansUnbounce provides pricing plans ranging from $80 to $300 per month, catering to various needs of businesses. In contrast, Elementor offers a free version with basic features and a Pro version priced at $199 per year, making it cost-effective for users.https://preview.redd.it/m8q71huk3h1d1.png?width=801&format=png&auto=webp&s=bebd6bbfdca2f5f2a5182e056d42011998e45e62 Step into boundless marketing success 🌟 Start your Unbounce Free Trial now! 🎉 Target UsersUnbounce primarily targets businesses looking to create high-converting landing pages for marketing campaigns. Meanwhile, Elementor caters to individuals and businesses seeking versatile design capabilities for websites and pages.Mastering Landing Pages with UnbounceDiverse TemplatesUnbounce offers 101 landing page templates across various categories like e-books, webinars, and more. These templates cater to different industries and purposes, ensuring a wide range of options for businesses.Simplified CreationWith Unbounce, creating landing pages becomes effortless as it eliminates the need for coding. Its user-friendly drag-and-drop editor allows users to customize templates easily without any technical expertise.High-Converting FocusUnbounce's emphasis on high-converting landing pages is a game-changer for businesses. By providing optimized layouts and features, it helps in maximizing landing page performance and enhancing lead generation efforts.Boosting Conversions with UnbounceCreating PopupsUnbounce offers a user-friendly interface for creating popups and sticky bars, crucial tools in capturing visitor attention effectively. These features can significantly boost engagement and conversions.Generating LeadsWith Unbounce, businesses can efficiently generate leads by designing captivating landing pages that drive customer interest. The platform's intuitive design tools make lead generation a seamless process.Useful Links: Driving SalesUnbounce plays a vital role in driving sales by providing customizable templates and A/B testing capabilities. This ensures that businesses can optimize their campaigns for maximum conversion rates.Feature ValueThe value of Unbounce's features lies in their ability to streamline the conversion optimization process. From drag-and-drop editors to mobile-responsive designs, every aspect is geared towards enhancing user experience and boosting conversions.Building and Optimizing with ElementorWidgetsElementor offers a wide range of widgets to enhance website design, including text, images, buttons, and videos. These design elements can be easily customized to create visually appealing web pages.Drag-and-Drop EditorWith Elementor's intuitive drag-and-drop editor, users can effortlessly create engaging popups for their websites. This feature simplifies the process of designing popups without requiring any coding skills.WordPress SuitabilityElementor is highly suitable for designing WordPress pages and websites effectively. As a powerful page builder within the WordPress ecosystem, Elementor provides users with the flexibility to customize their sites using various templates and plugins.Making the Right Choice for YouKey DifferencesUnbounce focuses on creating high-converting landing pages, offering a user-friendly platform with pre-designed templates. On the other hand, Elementor is a versatile tool for designing entire websites or individual pages with advanced customization options.Consider Your NeedsWhen deciding between Unbounce and Elementor, consider your specific requirements. If you need to create optimized landing pages to generate leads and drive conversions, Unbounce is the preferred choice. However, if you aim to design comprehensive websites or individual pages with intricate layouts, Elementor provides more design flexibility.Features, Pricing, and Use CasesEvaluate the features offered by each platform based on your business needs. Unbounce offers A/B testing, lead generation tools, and integrations to optimize conversion rates. In contrast, Elementor provides a wide range of widgets, templates, and responsive design options for building visually appealing websites.Making an Informed DecisionTo make an informed decision between Unbounce and Elementor, assess your budget constraints and desired outcomes. Unbounce pricing plans are tailored for businesses seeking high-converting landing pages. Meanwhile, Elementor's affordable pricing and extensive customization options cater to those looking to build professional websites without coding skills.Final RemarksAfter comparing Unbounce and Elementor, you now have a clear picture of their features, pricing, and capabilities. Unbounce excels in creating high-converting landing pages, while Elementor offers robust tools for building and optimizing websites. Ultimately, the choice between the two platforms boils down to your specific needs and goals. Consider your requirements carefully to make the right decision that aligns with your objectives and budget.Take the time to evaluate what matters most to you - seamless landing page creation or versatile website design options. Both Unbounce and Elementor have unique strengths that can benefit your online presence. Make an informed choice based on what will best support your digital marketing efforts. Your selection will play a crucial role in driving conversions and achieving success online. Elevate your conversion game 🚀 Kickstart with Unbounce's Free Trial! 📊 Frequently Asked QuestionsIs Unbounce suitable for beginners in creating landing pages?Unbounce offers a user-friendly interface with drag-and-drop functionality, making it ideal for beginners to create effective landing pages without coding knowledge.How does Elementor help in optimizing website building?Elementor provides a wide range of customizable templates and elements, enabling users to build and optimize websites easily and efficiently for better user experience.What are the key features that make Unbounce stand out from Elementor?Unbounce specializes in creating high-converting landing pages with A/B testing, dynamic text replacement, and easy integration tools, giving it an edge over Elementor in conversion-focused tasks.Can Elementor be used for creating complex website designs?Elementor's advanced design capabilities, including custom CSS options and responsive editing features, make it suitable for developing intricate and visually appealing website designs tailored to specific needs.How can one determine the right choice between Unbounce and Elementor for their project?Consider factors like your project goals (conversion rate optimization vs. website design), budget constraints, technical expertise, and preferred functionalities to decide whether Unbounce or Elementor aligns better with your requirements.Useful Links: |
2024.05.20 00:43 TurkInLosAngeles Why do my brass shells lose their luster after one night of air drying?
 | Here are the before (right after they come out of the wet tumbler) and after (exactly a day later with no forced air or anything) pictures of the same tray of brass casings (9 mm by the way) submitted by TurkInLosAngeles to reloading [link] [comments] For cleaning, I used Harbor Freight's wet tumbles with two horizontal sitting rubber barrels. In the chamber, there were about 200 decapped shells, about a teaspoon of Dawn dishwashing detergent, a teaspoon of Lemishine and hot tap water, not boiling. Time inside the tumbler was about 1 hour give or take few minutes. They came out shiny and outstanding as you see in the first picture. I was so happy. Come few minutes ago, when I checked them about 24 hours later, they were all yellowish with tints of iridescent looking pattern on some/most of them. What is causing this discoloration? Lemishine ?? https://preview.redd.it/cfmaqeb5ng1d1.png?width=733&format=png&auto=webp&s=8546db54a4c309ef704b6a51578a42761ddd6b77 https://preview.redd.it/x58vbslxmg1d1.png?width=735&format=png&auto=webp&s=4d250a26562e236ea34fceda7b90327583fd053c |
2024.05.19 23:32 Ancient-Mongoose-158 Red, dry skin
30 female 2 weeks postpartum. I had a grade 2-3 tear during delivery. Feels good down there now, no more pain. They didn’t put me on any antibiotics or anything, not sure if that’s normal?
Last few days I’ve had this redness and dry/scaly skin spreading to one side of my vagina and perineum. It’s slightly itchy, not painful. Doesn’t seem to be swollen or raised. Of course it’s the weekend so I can’t call the OB till tomorrow. Do you think I should be concerned about infection at all?
Image attached. NSFW. Be warned it’s a full on picture of the vaginal/perineal area. https://postimg.cc/7fvBXzq3
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Last few days I’ve had this redness and dry/scaly skin spreading to one side of my vagina and perineum. It’s slightly itchy, not painful. Doesn’t seem to be swollen or raised. Of course it’s the weekend so I can’t call the OB till tomorrow. Do you think I should be concerned about infection at all?
Image attached. NSFW. Be warned it’s a full on picture of the vaginal/perineal area. https://postimg.cc/7fvBXzq3
2024.05.19 20:29 deeptechsharing VA - Sounds From The Matrix 024 (2024)
STYLE...... EBM, Synthpop, Futurepop, Dark-Electro, Industrial
DOWNLOAD in 320kbps / FLAC: https://mp3db.pro/post.php?pid=27959
~Tracklist:~ 1. C-Lekktor - New World Disorder (Esa Remix) (4:59) 2. ELM - N W O (Conformity Mix) (4:00) 3. Aesthetische - Boiling Over (Celsius Version) (5:30) 4. First Aid Tech - Tech Under Your Skin (4:24) 5. To Avoid - 1989 (Single Edit) (3:34) 6. Alien Vampires - Witchy Bitchy (Speed Injektion Remix) - Feat. Dani Devine (3:29) 7. Komor Kommando - Get Off The X (3:44) 8. Cubic - BCL (Data Edit) (3:12) 9. Glis - Control (3:55) 10. AD:keY - Nackt (Pure Stomp Mix) (3:06) 11. Darkness On Demand - White Clouds (Maxi Version) (3:48) 12. Llumen - Bring Me Flowers (5:14) 13. Synapsyche - The Last Dying Flame - Feat. Chris Harms (Lord Of The Lost) (3:36) 14. Implant - I Wasn’t There - Feat. Noemi Aurora (4:36) 15. Digital Factor - Hold The Hope (3:55) 16. Aiboforcen - Heaven Knows - Feat. Noemi Aurora (5:34) 17. Mondträume - Picture Of You (5:00) 18. Neuroactive - Driven (Club Mix) (4:06)
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DOWNLOAD in 320kbps / FLAC: https://mp3db.pro/post.php?pid=27959
~Tracklist:~ 1. C-Lekktor - New World Disorder (Esa Remix) (4:59) 2. ELM - N W O (Conformity Mix) (4:00) 3. Aesthetische - Boiling Over (Celsius Version) (5:30) 4. First Aid Tech - Tech Under Your Skin (4:24) 5. To Avoid - 1989 (Single Edit) (3:34) 6. Alien Vampires - Witchy Bitchy (Speed Injektion Remix) - Feat. Dani Devine (3:29) 7. Komor Kommando - Get Off The X (3:44) 8. Cubic - BCL (Data Edit) (3:12) 9. Glis - Control (3:55) 10. AD:keY - Nackt (Pure Stomp Mix) (3:06) 11. Darkness On Demand - White Clouds (Maxi Version) (3:48) 12. Llumen - Bring Me Flowers (5:14) 13. Synapsyche - The Last Dying Flame - Feat. Chris Harms (Lord Of The Lost) (3:36) 14. Implant - I Wasn’t There - Feat. Noemi Aurora (4:36) 15. Digital Factor - Hold The Hope (3:55) 16. Aiboforcen - Heaven Knows - Feat. Noemi Aurora (5:34) 17. Mondträume - Picture Of You (5:00) 18. Neuroactive - Driven (Club Mix) (4:06)
2024.05.19 20:13 Kooky_Stranger_9615 Rant against food bloggers
So I am from jodhpur and recently went to a popular food joint Gypsy. I saw a quite famous local food blogger (40k+) following on the next table . She had ordered pav bhaji , took one bite , made a reel , clicked a gazillion pictures and asked the waiter for bill . She wasted the complete plate of food . Today I saw how she had uploaded a reel of the same place with some cheesy caption. It boils my blood to see food wastage when so many people in our country can’t afford 2 meals a day . I get that food bloggers have to make appealing content and may have to eat at multiple places at once but at most she could’ve gotten the food packed and given to some needy person . Have we given rise to this culture by subscribing to food vloggers ? Okay rant over
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2024.05.19 19:14 Creative_Choice_486 Can’t migrate Sonos to new Wi-Fi Network
 | I currently have $2,000 in paper weights because Sonos’ development team apparently can’t maintain basic functions of their app and refuses to fix broken functions which have been broken for years. submitted by Creative_Choice_486 to sonos [link] [comments] This has been a common complaint in the past, with the most prominent solution essentially boiling down to running an Ethernet cable to the speaker and factory resetting it. Well, that’s not an option now with Wi-Fi only speakers. And that was a different network migration issue. Now there’s a new flavor, you can’t migrate because once you try to reset the Sonos device, your account doesn’t own it anymore. Who owns it? Who knows. See attached picture when I try to update the device after adding it to the network under my only Sonos account. Yet again Sonos, a simple task has taken me over an hour, and it’s still not done. Updating my WiFi network has rendered my speakers useless, and your app is of no help. You keep releasing half baked software updates, and we’re forced to use your software to use our speakers, which are otherwise excellent products. I will continue to try to get this to work, if anyone knows of any workarounds I would appreciate it. |
2024.05.19 18:44 Anonymous_q13838484 National Devil’s Food Cake Day
 | Devil’s food cake is not your ordinary chocolate cake. It’s a unique mix of ingredients that brings out the chocolate. Recipes often call for boiling water, instead of milk, and some even add coffee to bring out the chocolate flavor! Mixing science with desserts, the cake gets its darker color from its higher pH levels due to the added baking soda. The cake uses cocoa instead of chocolate squares, making it even fluffier! Some say the cake gets its name to distinctly contrast from the Angel’s food cake, which is much lighter in comparison. As more and more types of cakes have been created over the years, “devil’s food cake” is often used as a catch all name for a super-choclatety cake that doesn’t have nuts. submitted by Anonymous_q13838484 to cake [link] [comments] To celebrate this amazing holiday, have a bake off! Invite over all your friends and have a devil’s food cake taste-test. Judge cakes based on overall look, flavor, and moistness. Make sure to keep the baker’s identities a secret to not throw off any of the judging or sway votes! Give out prizes like the coveted blue ribbon or a coupon to take a baking class! Test out your local bakeries. This day calls from some extensive research. Do a little google-ing to see which places offer the extra-chocolatey goodness, and put together your delicious itinerary of stops to try. Take along a friend and see if you agree on which cake was the best! Make sure to take pictures at each stop and tag them on social media with #NationalDevilsFoodCakeDay! Read up on devil’s food cake lore. Although there are conflicting tales, and published cookbooks to contradict the story, legend has it that the devil’s food cake was created at New York’s Waldorf Astoria Hotel. One account even suggests that a customer loved the cake so much, that she asked for the recipe. The customer got the recipe, but it came with a price—the Waldorf also served her a bill for $100. Now that’s an expensive cake! |