Symantec endpoint protection 11 windows storage server

Windows 98

2012.11.21 21:52 keepishop Windows 98

This is the place if you want to discuss, or really do anything else, when it comes to the version of Windows released in 1998, Windows 98!
[link]


2024.05.21 22:20 Goldentesla69420ape Cheat Sheet for abbreviations: CompTIA Security+ (Plus) Certification

Here are all of the relevant keywords/abbreviations for the CompTIA sec+ exam.
Comment below if you have any questions, if I made a mistake, or if I missed something!
AAA: Authentication, Authorization, and Accounting ABAC: Attribute-Based Access Control ACL: Access Control List AD: Active Directory AES: Advanced Encryption Standard AES256: Advanced Encryption Standard with a key size of 256 bits AH: Authentication Header AI: Artificial Intelligence AIS: Automated Information System ALE: Annual Loss Expectancy AP: Access Point API: Application Programming Interface APT: Advanced Persistent Threat ARO: Annualized Rate of Occurrence ARP: Address Resolution Protocol ASLR: Address Space Layout Randomization ASP: Application Service Provider ATT&CK: Adversarial Tactics, Techniques, and Common Knowledge AUP: Acceptable Use Policy AV: Antivirus BASH: Bourne Again Shell BCP: Business Continuity Plan BGP: Border Gateway Protocol BIA: Business Impact Analysis BIOS: Basic Input/Output System BPA: Business Process Automation BPDU: Bridge Protocol Data Unit BSSID: Basic Service Set Identifier BYOD: Bring Your Own Device CA: Certificate Authority CAPTCHA: Completely Automated Public Turing test to tell Computers and Humans Apart CAR: Corrective Action Report CASB: Cloud Access Security Broker CBC: Cipher Block Chaining CBT: Computer-Based Training CCMP: Counter Mode with Cipher Block Chaining Message Authentication Code Protocol CCTV: Closed-Circuit Television CERT: Computer Emergency Response Team CFB: Cipher Feedback CHAP: Challenge-Handshake Authentication Protocol CIO: Chief Information Officer CIRT: Computer Incident Response Team CIS: Center for Internet Security CMS: Content Management System CN: Common Name COOP: Continuity of Operations COPE: Corporate-Owned, Personally-Enabled CP: Control Plane CRC: Cyclic Redundancy Check CRL: Certificate Revocation List CSA: Cloud Security Alliance CSIRT: Computer Security Incident Response Team CSO: Chief Security Officer CSP: Cloud Service Provider CSR: Certificate Signing Request CSRF: Cross-Site Request Forgery CSU: Central Service Unit CTM: Content Threat Management CTO: Chief Technology Officer CVE: Common Vulnerabilities and Exposures CVSS: Common Vulnerability Scoring System CYOD: Choose Your Own Device DAC: Discretionary Access Control DBA: Database Administrator DDoS: Distributed Denial of Service DEP: Data Execution Prevention DER: Distinguished Encoding Rules DES: Data Encryption Standard DHCP: Dynamic Host Configuration Protocol DHE: Diffie-Hellman Ephemeral DKIM: DomainKeys Identified Mail DLL: Dynamic Link Library DLP: Data Loss Prevention DMARC: Domain-based Message Authentication, Reporting, and Conformance DNT: Do Not Track DNS: Domain Name System DNSSEC: Domain Name System Security Extensions DoS: Denial of Service DPO: Data Protection Officer DRP: Disaster Recovery Plan DSA: Digital Signature Algorithm DSL: Digital Subscriber Line EAP: Extensible Authentication Protocol ECB: Electronic Codebook ECC: Elliptic Curve Cryptography ECDHE: Elliptic Curve Diffie-Hellman Ephemeral ECDSA: Elliptic Curve Digital Signature Algorithm EDR: Endpoint Detection and Response EFS: Encrypting File System EIP: Enterprise Information Portal EOL: End of Life EOS: End of Support ERP: Enterprise Resource Planning ESN: Electronic Serial Number ESP: Encapsulating Security Payload ESSID: Extended Service Set Identifier FACL: File Access Control List FDE: Full Disk Encryption FIM: File Integrity Monitoring FPGA: Field-Programmable Gate Array FRR: Fast Reroute FTP: File Transfer Protocol FTPS: FTP Secure GCM: Galois/Counter Mode GDPR: General Data Protection Regulation GPG: GNU Privacy Guard GPO: Group Policy Object GPS: Global Positioning System GPU: Graphics Processing Unit GRE: Generic Routing Encapsulation HA: High Availability HDD: Hard Disk Drive HIDS: Host-based Intrusion Detection System HIPS: Host-based Intrusion Prevention System HMAC: Keyed-Hash Message Authentication Code HOTP: HMAC-based One-Time Password HSM: Hardware Security Module HSMaaS: Hardware Security Module as a Service HTML: Hypertext Markup Language HTTP: Hypertext Transfer Protocol HTTPS: Hypertext Transfer Protocol Secure HVAC: Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning IaaS: Infrastructure as a Service IAM: Identity and Access Management ICMP: Internet Control Message Protocol ICS: Industrial Control System IDEA: International Data Encryption Algorithm IDF: Intermediate Distribution Frame IdP: Identity Provider IDS: Intrusion Detection System IPS: Intrusion Prevention System IEEE: Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers IKE: Internet Key Exchange IM: Instant Messaging IMAP4: Internet Message Access Protocol version 4 IoC: Indicator of Compromise IoT: Internet of Things IP: Internet Protocol IPSec: Internet Protocol Security IR: Incident Response IRC: Internet Relay Chat IRP: Incident Response Plan ISA: Interconnection Security Agreement ISFW: Integrated Security and Firewalls ISO: International Organization for Standardization ISP: Internet Service Provider ISSO: Information Systems Security Officer ITCP: Information Technology Contingency Plan IV: Initialization Vector KDC: Key Distribution Center KEK: Key Encryption Key L2TP: Layer 2 Tunneling Protocol LAN: Local Area Network LDAP: Lightweight Directory Access Protocol LEAP: Lightweight Extensible Authentication Protocol MaaS: Monitoring as a Service MAC: Media Access Control MAM: Mobile Application Management MAN: Metropolitan Area Network MBR: Master Boot Record MD5: Message Digest Algorithm 5 MDF: Main Distribution Frame MDM: Mobile Device Management MFA: Multi-Factor Authentication MFD: Multi-Function Device MFP: Multi-Function Printer ML: Machine Learning MMS: Multimedia Messaging Service MOA: Memorandum of Agreement MOU: Memorandum of Understanding MPLS: Multiprotocol Label Switching MSA: Master Service Agreement MSP: Managed Service Provider MSSP: Managed Security Service Provider MTBF: Mean Time Between Failures MTTF: Mean Time To Failure MTTR: Mean Time To Repair MTU: Maximum Transmission Unit NAC: Network Access Control NAT: Network Address Translation NDA: Non-Disclosure Agreement NFC: Near Field Communication NFV: Network Functions Virtualization NGFW: Next-Generation Firewall NG-SWG: Next-Generation Secure Web Gateway NIC: Network Interface Card NIDS: Network Intrusion Detection System NIPS: Network Intrusion Prevention System NIST: National Institute of Standards and Technology NOC: Network Operations Center NTFS: New Technology File System NTLM: New Technology LAN Manager NTP: Network Time Protocol OCSP: Online Certificate Status Protocol OID: Object Identifier OS: Operating System OAI: OpenID Authentication OSINT: Open Source Intelligence OSPF: Open Shortest Path First OT: Operational Technology OTA: Over-the-Air OTG: On-The-Go OVAL: Open Vulnerability and Assessment Language OWASP: Open Web Application Security Project P12: Personal Information Exchange Format P2P: Peer-to-Peer PaaS: Platform as a Service PAC: Proxy Auto-Configuration PAM: Privileged Access Management PAP: Password Authentication Protocol PAT: Port Address Translation PBKDF2: Password-Based Key Derivation Function 2 PBX: Private Branch Exchange PCAP: Packet Capture PCI DSS: Payment Card Industry Data Security Standard PDU: Protocol Data Unit PE: Protected Extensible Authentication Protocol PEAP: Protected Extensible Authentication Protocol PED: Portable Electronic Device PEM: Privacy Enhanced Mail PFS: Perfect Forward Secrecy PGP: Pretty Good Privacy PHI: Protected Health Information PII: Personally Identifiable Information PIN: Personal Identification Number PIV: Personal Identity Verification PKCS: Public Key Cryptography Standards PKI: Public Key Infrastructure PoC: Proof of Concept POP: Post Office Protocol POTS: Plain Old Telephone Service PPP: Point-to-Point Protocol PPTP: Point-to-Point Tunneling Protocol PSK: Pre-Shared Key PTZ: Pan-Tilt-Zoom PUP: Potentially Unwanted Program QA: Quality Assurance QoS: Quality of Service RA: Recovery Agent RAD: Rapid Application Development RADIUS: Remote Authentication Dial-In User Service RAID: Redundant Array of Independent Disks RAM: Random Access Memory RAS: Remote Access Service RAT: Remote Access Trojan RC4: Rivest Cipher 4 RCS: Remote Control System RFC: Request for Comments RFID: Radio-Frequency Identification RIPEMD: RACE Integrity Primitives Evaluation Message Digest ROI: Return on Investment RPO: Recovery Point Objective RSA: Rivest-Shamir-Adleman RTBH: Remote Triggered Black Hole RTO: Recovery Time Objective RTOS: Real-Time Operating System RTP: Real-Time Transport Protocol S/MIME: Secure/Multipurpose Internet Mail Extensions SaaS: Software as a Service SAE: Simultaneous Authentication of Equals SAML: Security Assertion Markup Language SCADA: Supervisory Control and Data Acquisition SCAP: Security Content Automation Protocol SCEP: Simple Certificate Enrollment Protocol SDK: Software Development Kit SDLC: Software Development Life Cycle SDLM: Software Development Lifecycle Management SDN: Software-Defined Networking SDP: Session Description Protocol SDV: Software-Defined Vehicle SED: Self-Encrypting Drive SEH: Structured Exception Handler SFTP: Secure File Transfer Protocol SHA: Secure Hash Algorithm SIEM: Security Information and Event Management SIM: Subscriber Identity Module SIP: Session Initiation Protocol SLA: Service Level Agreement SLE: Single Loss Expectancy SMB: Server Message Block SMS: Short Message Service SMTP/S: Simple Mail Transfer Protocol/Secure SNMP: Simple Network Management Protocol SOAP: Simple Object Access Protocol SOAR: Security Orchestration, Automation, and Response SoC: Security Operations Center SOC: System-On-Chip SPF: Sender Policy Framework SPIM: Spam Over Instant Messaging SQL: Structured Query Language SQLi: SQL Injection SRTP: Secure Real-Time Transport Protocol SSD: Solid-State Drive SSH: Secure Shell SSID: Service Set Identifier SSL: Secure Sockets Layer SSO: Single Sign-On STIX: Structured Threat Information eXpression STP: Spanning Tree Protocol SWG: Secure Web Gateway TACACS+: Terminal Access Controller Access-Control System Plus TGT: Ticket Granting Ticket TKIP: Temporal Key Integrity Protocol TLS: Transport Layer Security TOTP: Time-Based One-Time Password TPM: Trusted Platform Module TSIG: Transaction Signature TTP: Tactics, Techniques, and Procedures UAT: User Acceptance Testing UDP: User Datagram Protocol UEBA: User and Entity Behavior Analytics UEFI: Unified Extensible Firmware Interface UEM: Unified Endpoint Management UPS: Uninterruptible Power Supply URI: Uniform Resource Identifier URL: Uniform Resource Locator USB: Universal Serial Bus USB OTG: USB On-The-Go UTM: Unified Threat Management UTP: Unshielded Twisted Pair VBA: Visual Basic for Applications VDE: Virtual Desktop Environment VDI: Virtual Desktop Infrastructure VLAN: Virtual Local Area Network VLSM: Variable Length Subnet Masking VM: Virtual Machine VoIP: Voice over Internet Protocol VPC: Virtual Private Cloud VPN: Virtual Private Network VTC: Video Teleconferencing WAF: Web Application Firewall WAP: Wireless Access Point WEP: Wired Equivalent Privacy WIDS: Wireless Intrusion Detection System WIPS: Wireless Intrusion Prevention System WORM: Write Once, Read Many WPA: Wi-Fi Protected Access WPS: Wi-Fi Protected Setup XaaS: Anything as a Service XSRF: Cross-Site Request Forgery
submitted by Goldentesla69420ape to CompTIA [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 22:19 badlybane Using Private endpoints with a Datalake storage account

So I setup the Datalake with the Gen 2 storage account. Connected the private endpoint to a vnet peered to our DC network. Luckily we are already routing all subnets the new vnet is in. Allowed the Peers to use the gateway of the vpn network. Added the .privatelink.blob.core.windows.net to local dns. I can confirm I am getting responses from the private link I am getting no know hosts found.
Before I start deep diving into tracking packets and getting lost in the weeds. Does anyone know all the boxes I need to check?
submitted by badlybane to AZURE [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 22:16 PatientBig3902 SUMMIT RPV3 LF LSPD, BCSO, SAFR, DOJ WHITELISTED SERIOUS RP SEMI SERIOUS RP LORE FRIENDLY CARS CUSTOM CLOTHING PLAYER RUN BUSINESSES MULTIPLE CRIMES MULTIPLE CIVILLIAN ACTIVITES

šŸŒŸ Summit Roleplay: Your Ultimate FiveM Adventure Awaits! šŸŒŸ šŸ”’ Exclusive Access: Dive into a world of thrilling heists, intense action, and endless possibilities with our whitelisted QBcore server. Join the elite and experience the true essence of roleplay like never before. šŸ’Ž Master the Art of Crime: From daring bank heists and high-stakes yacht raids to store robberies, small bank jobs, and house break-ins, the adrenaline-pumping world of crime awaits. Craft weapons, run drugs, and dominate the underworld with your cunning and skill. šŸš— Ride in Style: Explore the city streets in style with our diverse selection of lore-friendly cars. Customize your ride to perfection and make a statement wherever you go. With custom clothing options, you can express your unique style like never before. šŸŽ³ Endless Entertainment: Take a break from the action-packed life of crime with activities like laser tag, diving, bowling, hunting, and fishing. There's something for everyone to enjoy in Summit Roleplay. šŸ­ Forge Your Path: Become a tycoon in our player-run business system. Open new businesses, climb the ranks, and dominate the market with your entrepreneurial spirit. Our friendly staff and welcoming community are here to support you every step of the way. šŸš’ Serve and Protect: Join the ranks of law enforcement or emergency services with our whitelisted jobs. From the fire department to the BCSO and LSPD, make a difference in the city and uphold justice with pride. šŸ”§ Master Your Craft: Delve deep into our full in-depth mechanic system and become a true expert in your field. Whether you're fixing up cars or fine-tuning weapons, precision and skill are key to success. šŸ Race to Victory: Embrace the thrill of illegal racing and car boosting. Test your skills against the best and claim your place at the top of the leaderboard. šŸŽ‰ Experience Exclusive Events: Participate in server events and earn exclusive items as rewards. From special heists to community challenges, there's always something exciting happening in Summit Roleplay. šŸ’¼ Endless Opportunities: From civilian jobs like building, window cleaning, farming, and trucking to daily side jobs for quick cash, the possibilities are endless. Your journey in Summit Roleplay is yours to shape. Join us today and embark on the adventure of a lifetime. Summit Roleplay is more than just a serverā€”it's a community built by players, for players. Don't miss outā€”join now and start your journey to greatness! šŸš€ https://discord.gg/summitroleplay
submitted by PatientBig3902 to FiveMRPServers [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 22:15 PatientBig3902 SUMMIT RPV3 LF LSPD, BCSO, SAFR, DOJ WHITELISTED SERIOUS RP SEMI SERIOUS RP LORE FRIENDLY CARS CUSTOM CLOTHING PLAYER RUN BUSINESSES MULTIPLE CRIMES MULTIPLE CIVILLIAN ACTIVITES

SUMMIT RPV3 LF LSPD, BCSO, SAFR, DOJ WHITELISTED SERIOUS RP SEMI SERIOUS RP LORE FRIENDLY CARS CUSTOM CLOTHING PLAYER RUN BUSINESSES MULTIPLE CRIMES MULTIPLE CIVILLIAN ACTIVITES
https://discord.gg/summitroleplay
šŸŒŸ Summit Roleplay: Your Ultimate FiveM Adventure Awaits! šŸŒŸ šŸ”’ Exclusive Access: Dive into a world of thrilling heists, intense action, and endless possibilities with our whitelisted QBcore server. Join the elite and experience the true essence of roleplay like never before. šŸ’Ž Master the Art of Crime: From daring bank heists and high-stakes yacht raids to store robberies, small bank jobs, and house break-ins, the adrenaline-pumping world of crime awaits. Craft weapons, run drugs, and dominate the underworld with your cunning and skill. šŸš— Ride in Style: Explore the city streets in style with our diverse selection of lore-friendly cars. Customize your ride to perfection and make a statement wherever you go. With custom clothing options, you can express your unique style like never before. šŸŽ³ Endless Entertainment: Take a break from the action-packed life of crime with activities like laser tag, diving, bowling, hunting, and fishing. There's something for everyone to enjoy in Summit Roleplay. šŸ­ Forge Your Path: Become a tycoon in our player-run business system. Open new businesses, climb the ranks, and dominate the market with your entrepreneurial spirit. Our friendly staff and welcoming community are here to support you every step of the way. šŸš’ Serve and Protect: Join the ranks of law enforcement or emergency services with our whitelisted jobs. From the fire department to the BCSO and LSPD, make a difference in the city and uphold justice with pride. šŸ”§ Master Your Craft: Delve deep into our full in-depth mechanic system and become a true expert in your field. Whether you're fixing up cars or fine-tuning weapons, precision and skill are key to success. šŸ Race to Victory: Embrace the thrill of illegal racing and car boosting. Test your skills against the best and claim your place at the top of the leaderboard. šŸŽ‰ Experience Exclusive Events: Participate in server events and earn exclusive items as rewards. From special heists to community challenges, there's always something exciting happening in Summit Roleplay. šŸ’¼ Endless Opportunities: From civilian jobs like building, window cleaning, farming, and trucking to daily side jobs for quick cash, the possibilities are endless. Your journey in Summit Roleplay is yours to shape. Join us today and embark on the adventure of a lifetime. Summit Roleplay is more than just a serverā€”it's a community built by players, for players. Don't miss outā€”join now and start your journey to greatness! šŸš€ https://discord.gg/summitroleplay
submitted by PatientBig3902 to GTARP [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 22:08 PatientBig3902 SUMMIT RPV3 LF LSPD, BCSO, SAFR, DOJ WHITELISTED SERIOUS RP SEMI SERIOUS RP LORE FRIENDLY CARS CUSTOM CLOTHING PLAYER RUN BUSINESSES MULTIPLE CRIMES MULTIPLE CIVILLIAN ACTIVITES

SUMMIT RPV3 LF LSPD, BCSO, SAFR, DOJ WHITELISTED SERIOUS RP SEMI SERIOUS RP LORE FRIENDLY CARS CUSTOM CLOTHING PLAYER RUN BUSINESSES MULTIPLE CRIMES MULTIPLE CIVILLIAN ACTIVITES
https://discord.gg/summitroleplay
Summit Roleplay: Your Ultimate FiveM Adventure Awaits!
Exclusive Access: Dive into a world of thrilling heists, intense action, and endless possibilities with our whitelisted QBcore server. Join the elite and experience the true essence of roleplay like never before.
Master the Art of Crime: From daring bank heists and high-stakes yacht raids to store robberies, small bank jobs, and house break-ins, the adrenaline-pumping world of crime awaits. Craft weapons, run drugs, and dominate the underworld with your cunning and skill.
Ride in Style: Explore the city streets in style with our diverse selection of lore-friendly cars. Customize your ride to perfection and make a statement wherever you go. With custom clothing options, you can express your unique style like never before.
Endless Entertainment: Take a break from the action-packed life of crime with activities like laser tag, diving, bowling, hunting, and fishing. There's something for everyone to enjoy in Summit Roleplay.
Forge Your Path: Become a tycoon in our player-run business system. Open new businesses, climb the ranks, and dominate the market with your entrepreneurial spirit. Our friendly staff and welcoming community are here to support you every step of the way.
Serve and Protect: Join the ranks of law enforcement or emergency services with our whitelisted jobs. From the fire department to the BCSO and LSPD, make a difference in the city and uphold justice with pride.
Master Your Craft: Delve deep into our full in-depth mechanic system and become a true expert in your field. Whether you're fixing up cars or fine-tuning weapons, precision and skill are key to success.
Race to Victory: Embrace the thrill of illegal racing and car boosting. Test your skills against the best and claim your place at the top of the leaderboard.
Experience Exclusive Events: Participate in server events and earn exclusive items as rewards. From special heists to community challenges, there's always something exciting happening in Summit Roleplay.
Endless Opportunities: From civilian jobs like building, window cleaning, farming, and trucking to daily side jobs for quick cash, the possibilities are endless. Your journey in Summit Roleplay is yours to shape.
Join us today and embark on the adventure of a lifetime. Summit Roleplay is more than just a serverā€”it's a community built by players, for players. Don't miss outā€”join now and start your journey to greatness!
submitted by PatientBig3902 to FiveMServers [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 22:07 hoffmann6383 A Spoofing Update

In this post I'll give an update on one of the leading civil spoofing cases. I believe what is happening in the NWBO spoofing case is directly relevant to GME - spoofing a stock to support a naked short position. A successful outcome for NWBO will set out the roadmap for GME to follow.
The Case: Northwest Biotherapeutics, Inc v. Canaccord Genuity LLC, 1:22-cv-10185, (S.D.N.Y.)
Market Makers: Canaccord Genuity LLC, Citadel Securities LLC, G1 Execution Services LLC, GTS Securities LLC, Instinet LLC, Lime Trading Corp., and Virtu Americas LLC
TIMELINE
December 2019: The fraud section of the DoJ "...has concluded spoofing and market manipulation are widespread, so general deterrence requires harsher sanction." [3]
December 5, 2017 - August 1, 2022: Defendant Market Makers engaged in 2,849 episodes of spoofing NWBO stock with the intent to lower the share price. [4] NWBO sold over 274 million shares at manipulated prices during this time period. Id.
December 1, 2022: NWBO filed a lawsuit against seven market makers accusing them of repeated "spoofing", an illegal practice to manipulate the share price of a stock. [5]
Citadel Securities labelled the case a "malicious lawsuit [that] blatantly misrepresents how the market functions in an attempt to shake down the world's leading liquidity providers." [6]
February 16, 2022: The Wall Street Journal publishes an article entitled "Justice Department Targets 'Spoofing' and 'Scalping' in Short Seller Investigation." [7] Forbes claims that "The U.S. Department of Justice is targeting dozens of prominent short-selling investment and research firms in a sweeping federal investigation that has gone on since last year, according to several reports, with prosecutors probing potentially illegal trading tactics." [8]
March 24, 2023: Reuters reports that "Short-selling, the practice of seeking to profit off bets that a stock will fall, is a key focus for U.S. prosecutors, and there will be more activity by the Justice Department in coming months, a top department official said on Wednesday." [9]
July 12, 2023: Defendant Market-Makers in NWBO's case claimed that the alleged spoofing was "...bedrock market-making activity..." that is "..**.**routine, regulated market making activity in virtually every stock in every trading venue across the country..." [10] (emphasis added)
February 14, 2024: Judge Woods adopted in full the findings of Magistrate Judge Stein in the NWBO Case. The Court stated, in relevant part:
"The FAC [First Amended Complaint] contains particularized factual allegations evincing all the indicia of spoofing." [11] (emphasis added)
March 1, 2024: The Financial Times publish an article about NWBO's Case entitled "'Spoofing' case might draw back curtain on high-speed trading firms". [12] The article opens with "File under: huge if true." Id. The article closes with "...if Citadel Securities and its ilk are to beat this case and prevent a string of copycat suits, they will probably have to give the rest of us more of a peek behind the curtain." Id.
THE FUTURE
I believe the NWBO case is likely to move into discovery. Similar to the Harrington spoofing case [13], I believe the clients of the Market Makers that engaged in spoofing will be unmasked and they will receive document/deposition subpoenas. These Market Makers and their clients could be facing the prospect of a civil and criminal case. and even the prospect of covering a substantial and possibly illegal naked short position.
NWBO's lawsuit claims that spoofing is being done to benefit a naked short selling scheme:
"And like here, the plaintiff alleged that defendants sought to benefit from their spoofing by obtaining shares at below-market prices in order to cover short positions established through a related alleged scheme of naked short selling." [14]
These allegations of a naked short selling scheme are being brought forth via NWBO's lead attorney, Laura Posner. Some relevant background on Ms. Posner:
"Prior to joining the firm, Laura was appointed by the New Jersey Attorney General to serve as the Bureau Chief for the New Jersey Bureau of Securities ā€“ the top securities regulator in New Jersey. In that capacity, she was responsible for administrating and enforcing the New Jersey Uniform Securities Law and regulations thereunder, as well as managing and overseeing the employees who staff the Bureau of Securities. Cases prosecuted under Lauraā€™s direction as Bureau Chief resulted in hundreds of millions of dollars in recoveries for New Jersey residents and more than 20 criminal convictions." [15]
Are Market Makers and/or their clients using social media to suppress share price and support a potential naked short position?
There is a years long negative NWBO social media campaign on nearly every social media platform. One such platform, InvestorsHub, has nearly 25,000 message boards. [16] Of these 25,000 message boards the most read and posted on message board is NWBO, an obscure cancer vaccine company on the US OTC. A large percentage of the posts on NWBO's InvestorsHub forums are from admitted non-investors in the company that claim to be looking out for shareholders. These white knights protecting the retail have been at forums like InvestorsHub posting negative NWBO narratives for years on end. Maybe these are truly people taking time out of their day to look out for retail's best interest, or maybe they are part of the naked short selling scheme referenced in the NWBO case. I'm hopeful that both the civil and a potential criminal case get to the bottom of the question of whether there is a large unreported and potentially illegal naked short position in NWBO.
The more data we see via the NWBO spoofing lawsuit, the more questionable social media behavior we see, the more I believe we might have a significant naked short position in NWBO. It doesn't make sense to see such a comprehensive social media campaign and extreme amounts of spoofing for a measly 4.48% short interest (per Fintel) in a small obscure US OTC company.
GME
I believe the NWBO case follows the same pattern as what we've seen with GME - a large naked short position supported by illegal market manipulation via spoofing and a social media campaign. It will be interesting to see how the NWBO case turns out as I believe it will be directly relevant to GME. The NWBO spoofing case could set out the exact roadmap for GME to follow.
[1]https://cohenmilstein.com/case-study/northwest-biotherapeutics-inc-securities-litigation/ā€¦ [2]https://nwbio.com/northwest-biotherapeutics-announces-marketing-authorization-applications-submitted-uk-mhra-dcvax-l-glioblastoma/ā€¦ [3]https://mvalaw.com/investigations-and-regulatory-advice/latest-doj-spoofing-settlementā€¦ [4]https://cohenmilstein.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/12/2nd-Amended-Complaint-NWBO-03182024.pdfā€¦ [5]https://cohenmilstein.com/biotech-company-says-citadel-other-big-traders-manipulated-its-stock-price-wall-street/ā€¦ [6]https://ft.com/content/4fe0f032-07e5-41d7-ac85-cceb252129a3ā€¦ [7]https://wsj.com/articles/justice-department-is-pursuing-wide-ranging-investigation-of-short-sellers-sources-say-11645019122ā€¦ [8]https://forbes.com/sites/sergeiklebnikov/2022/02/16/doj-investigates-short-sellers-for-potential-trading-abuses-including-spoofing-and-scalping/?sh=463ad05378fcā€¦ [9]https://reuters.com/markets/us/us-action-short-sellers-likely-next-few-months-doj-official-2023-05-24/ā€¦ [10]https://storage.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.nysd.590344/gov.uscourts.nysd.590344.115.0_1.pdfā€¦ [11]https://storage.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.nysd.590344/gov.uscourts.nysd.590344.137.0.pdfā€¦ [12]https://ft.com/content/4fe0f032-07e5-41d7-ac85-cceb252129a3ā€¦ [13]https://courtlistener.com/docket/46947528/harrington-global-opportunity-fund-limited-v-cibc-world-markets-corp/ [14]https://storage.courtlistener.com/recap/gov.uscourts.nysd.590344/gov.uscourts.nysd.590344.123.0.pdfā€¦ā€¦ [15]https://cohenmilstein.com/bio/laura-h-posne [16]https://investorshub.advfn.com/boards/hubstocks.aspx
submitted by hoffmann6383 to Superstonk [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 22:05 Kylerulez666 Anyone else with an AMD card not having DX12 as an option?

Finally servers are working it seems. (Thank God lol) However, I can't seem to enable DX12. I'm on Windows 11 with an AMD RX6700xt. Game isn't running bad in DX11, but would like to be able to turn on DX12. Anyone else having the same issue?
submitted by Kylerulez666 to XDefiant [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 21:53 SikerimSeni Thinking of upgrading my older SFFPC, which items can I still repurpose

So used to build / upgrade my PC regularly... then stopped... my PC is quite old now, thinking of upgrading but repurposing some of the parts if possible...
Main use case is for a windows Plex server (especially 4k transcoding) for when I'm on the go or such. the NAS can handle local but not transcoding.
Storage doesn't matter much, main storage is on my local Synology NAS... just mainly would want windows boot drive... these days more of a console gamer so no games really...
Current system..., built sometime in 2016
Parts to be retired:
Products I'd like to keep
I suppose the alternate is just putting it out to pasture and going for completely new SFF or a mini PC... what would you guys do.
submitted by SikerimSeni to sffpc [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 21:22 pelatho Many Apps keep crashing

I installed linux mint edge a few weeks ago to replace windows and while I enjoy mint and it works quite well, a lot of apps keep crashing somehow.
Blender 4.1 crashes randomly, haven't been able to find the crash log (I tried looking in /tmp and other directories). Also tried removing the one from flatpak and installing from blender.org manually.
Visual Studio Code often crashes when I also run blender OR stable diffusion. When this happens, I often need to open terminal and force kill "node" if I was running a node js server.
It seems it might be a RAM issue. Maybe it's not able to use SWAP or something? Or memory leak?
What's going on here? It's really annoying. Should I go back to windows? :\
Thanks in advance, and also here's my system information:
System: Kernel: 6.5.0-35-generic x86_64 bits: 64 compiler: N/A Desktop: Cinnamon 6.0.4 Distro: Linux Mint 21.3 Virginia base: Ubuntu 22.04 jammy Machine: Type: Laptop System: ASUSTeK product: ASUS TUF Gaming A17 FA707NV_FA707NV v: 1.0 serial:  Mobo: ASUSTeK model: FA707NV v: 1.0 serial:  UEFI: American Megatrends LLC. v: FA707NV.312 date: 08/11/2023 Battery: ID-1: BAT1 charge: 87.3 Wh (100.0%) condition: 87.3/90.2 Wh (96.8%) volts: 17.1 min: 15.9 model: ASUS A32-K55 status: Full CPU: Info: 6-core model: AMD Ryzen 5 7535HS with Radeon Graphics bits: 64 type: MT MCP arch: Zen 3 rev: 1 cache: L1: 384 KiB L2: 3 MiB L3: 16 MiB Speed (MHz): avg: 1215 high: 3625 min/max: 400/4603 cores: 1: 400 2: 400 3: 3625 4: 1979 5: 400 6: 400 7: 2018 8: 400 9: 400 10: 2140 11: 2018 12: 400 bogomips: 79049 Flags: avx avx2 ht lm nx pae sse sse2 sse3 sse4_1 sse4_2 sse4a ssse3 svm Graphics: Device-1: NVIDIA vendor: ASUSTeK driver: nvidia v: 535.171.04 bus-ID: 01:00.0 Device-2: AMD Rembrandt vendor: ASUSTeK driver: amdgpu v: kernel bus-ID: 35:00.0 Device-3: Sonix USB2.0 HD UVC WebCam type: USB driver: uvcvideo bus-ID: 1-4:2 Display: x11 server: X.Org v: 1.21.1.4 driver: X: loaded: amdgpu,ati,nvidia unloaded: fbdev,modesetting,nouveau,vesa gpu: amdgpu resolution: 1920x1080~144Hz OpenGL: renderer: NVIDIA GeForce RTX 4060 Laptop GPU/PCIe/SSE2 v: 4.6.0 NVIDIA 535.171.04 direct render: Yes Audio: Device-1: NVIDIA vendor: ASUSTeK driver: snd_hda_intel v: kernel bus-ID: 01:00.1 Device-2: AMD driver: snd_hda_intel v: kernel bus-ID: 35:00.1 Device-3: AMD Raven/Raven2/FireFlight/Renoir Audio Processor vendor: ASUSTeK driver: snd_pci_acp6x v: kernel bus-ID: 35:00.5 Device-4: AMD Family 17h HD Audio vendor: ASUSTeK driver: snd_hda_intel v: kernel bus-ID: 35:00.6 Sound Server-1: ALSA v: k6.5.0-35-generic running: yes Sound Server-2: PulseAudio v: 15.99.1 running: yes Sound Server-3: PipeWire v: 0.3.48 running: yes Network: Device-1: Realtek RTL8111/8168/8411 PCI Express Gigabit Ethernet vendor: ASUSTeK driver: r8169 v: kernel port: e000 bus-ID: 02:00.0 IF: eno1 state: down mac:  Device-2: Realtek vendor: AzureWave driver: rtw89_8852be v: kernel port: d000 bus-ID: 03:00.0 IF: wlp3s0 state: up mac:  Bluetooth: Device-1: IMC Networks Bluetooth Radio type: USB driver: btusb v: 0.8 bus-ID: 3-3:3 Report: hciconfig ID: hci0 rfk-id: 0 state: down bt-service: enabled,running rfk-block: hardware: no software: yes address:  RAID: Device-1: bpool type: zfs status: ONLINE level: linear raw: size: 1.88 GiB free: 1.26 GiB zfs-fs: size: 1.75 GiB free: 1.14 GiB Components: Online: N/A Device-2: rpool type: zfs status: ONLINE level: linear raw: size: 472 GiB free: 332 GiB zfs-fs: size: 457.38 GiB free: 316.97 GiB Components: Online: N/A Drives: Local Storage: total: raw: 476.94 GiB usable: 936.06 GiB used: 141.93 GiB (15.2%) ID-1: /dev/nvme0n1 vendor: Micron model: 2400 MTFDKBA512QFM size: 476.94 GiB temp: 34.9 C Partition: ID-1: / size: 327.14 GiB used: 10.18 GiB (3.1%) fs: zfs logical: rpool/ROOT/ubuntu_atzx0y ID-2: /boot size: 1.75 GiB used: 626.8 MiB (35.0%) fs: zfs logical: bpool/BOOT/ubuntu_atzx0y ID-3: /boot/efi size: 511 MiB used: 14.2 MiB (2.8%) fs: vfat dev: /dev/nvme0n1p1 ID-4: /valog size: 317 GiB used: 36.1 MiB (0.0%) fs: zfs logical: rpool/ROOT/ubuntu_atzx0y/valog Swap: ID-1: swap-1 type: partition size: 2 GiB used: 969.7 MiB (47.3%) dev: /dev/nvme0n1p2 Sensors: System Temperatures: cpu: 53.0 C mobo: N/A Fan Speeds (RPM): cpu: 2400 GPU: device: nvidia screen: :0.0 temp: 43 C device: amdgpu temp: 46.0 C Info: Processes: 552 Uptime: 11h 55m Memory: 14.86 GiB used: 12.4 GiB (83.4%) Init: systemd runlevel: 5 Compilers: gcc: 11.4.0 Packages: 2543 Shell: Bash v: 5.1.16 inxi: 3.3.13 
submitted by pelatho to linuxmint [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 21:01 XxiM7md Seedbox Provider Request (Budget $150+)

1) Are you OK with direct message offers from vendors?
Yes.
2) What are your main reasons for wanting a seedbox?
Jellyfin server for friends, Sonarr, Radarr, Bazarr, Ombi, Readarr,
3) Are you okay with sharing hardware resources with other users [shared] or do you need the seedbox hardware dedicated to just you [dedicated]?
Dedicated
4) Do you want someone else to be responsible for maintaining the seedbox software (operating system, applications) [managed] or do you want to do it all yourself [unmanaged]?
Managed
5) Please describe your seedbox experience. (You may wish to list any seedbox providers you've been with before.)
Seedboxes.cc, little experience.
6) Please describe your experience with Linux. (Most seedboxes run Linux and some knowledge of it may be helpful.)
None Whatsoever.
7) What is the high end of your budget? (Please give a specific amount and a currency. "Cheap" might mean something different to one person than it does to another.)
$500
8) Do you have preferences or requirements concerning payment? (Paypal, Bitcoin, etc.)
Won't do crypto. Paypal preferred but not required
9) Do you plan to use public trackers?
Yes
10) What kind of connection speed do you need? (Common answers would be 100Mbps, 1Gbps, 2Gbps, 10Gbps.)
10 Gbps
11) How much combined upload and download traffic do you expect each month? Include download of files from the seedbox to your local computer. If you don't know, tell us what upload amount per month would realistically make you very happy with your seedbox.
1-2TB
12) What is the minimum disk space you need?
2TB, more is preferred
13) Do you require a specific type of mass storage? (HDD, SSD, NVMe SSD) If other than HDD, please explain why you think you need this.
SSD
14) Do you require a specific torrent client?
Answer here...
15) Do you require any other applications on the seedbox? (e.g. Plex, Subsonic, Radarr)
Jellyfin, Radarr, Sonarr, Prowlarr, Bazarr (Bare minimum) Readarr, Ombi, Calibre, Jellystat Any Sync server (Bonus)
16) Do you require SSH access to the command line?
No.
17) Do you require access to a remote desktop?
No.
18) Do you require admin level (i.e. 'root') access? If yes, please explain why.
No.
19) Do you have any other specific requirements?
No.
20) Is there any other information you think might help in getting a useful recommendation?
No.
submitted by XxiM7md to seedboxes [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:48 Omnizoa Desktop Linux's 2 Biggest Missed Opportunities

I've been daily driving Linux for about 2-3 years now and there are two things that I feel like should be OBVIOUS Linux "features", but aren't:
1.) P2P PACKAGE MANAGEMENT - Literally why. Torrents are already a popular and trusted means of distributing Linux distros, why not packages? It decentralizes the burden to host, and therefor protects the package catalog from localized outages, attacks, and the maintainer simply fucking off. I don't trust a nameless, faceless repo maintainer any more than I trust a random download off CNET. If repositories were trackers with verified uploaders instead, you could accomplish the same thing with less trust lavished on a select few privileged (and/or burdened) individuals. Users wouldn't be left out in the cold if their distro experiences an outage, or a harddrive failure, or is DDoSed, or is simply discontinued.
2.) SELF-CONTAINED PACKAGES - In the same vein of independece, I am incredibly disappointed that projects like Appimage are maligned in favor of Flatpak or even native system packages. Admittedly, these formats can reduce disk space by consolidating libraries or runtime environments, but the biggest issue with these sorts of packages is that they cannot be run alone, independently of either their package manager, or a complicated web of dependencies you may or may not have and may or not still be available in your repo.
As an example, when the Citra project was pulled down in response to legal threats from Nintendo, the Flatpak suddenly stopped working, but the Appimage didn't. Your local offline apps shouldn't have to dial home to run, I think Windows has made a perfectly good case for why this is fundamentally a bad thing. On the other hand, Windows has also made a perfectly good case that a single file is a practical format for software distribution. Whether it be an .exe, or an .app, or an .apk, if you have the hardware to run it, it should run, I don't want to have to download a dozen other packages to run one package. If for no other reason that for the sake of software preservation, Linux should normalize self-contained apps. And even if you don't like Appimage for whatever reason, there are other means of distributing programs in self-contained files, just look at Itch.io, and you'll see .run or .x86_64 files that can run a game, out of the box, on Linux, without ever having to query a repository server or a laundry list of external dependencies.
These may be unpopular opinions, but I don't really understand why, especially considering how much the Linux userbase harps on independence and decentralization. I want MORE independence, MORE decentralization, I want a distro I can just as easily run and install software on regardless of whether the project devs and/or repo maintainers are alive, dead, asleep at the wheel, under attack, experiencing an outage, just rm rf'd a server, or decided to pull a [insert evil fuckery here].
submitted by Omnizoa to linux [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:43 CDown01 J.'s Journals: The Lieutenant

Previous Entry
Writing these things has made me realize how different I sound these days. Back when all this started Iā€™m not sure I even spoke English and I certainly didnā€™t speak like I do now but to be honest, I donā€™t remember. Trying to recall things to write has made me realize exactly how many little things Iā€™ve forgotten over the years. The sights, the sounds, all those fade into the background of most events.
Even something as visceral as Archerā€™s basement still takes me a while to recall clearly. I wonder if itā€™s more than just my long life, we do age after all. I mentioned before that sunlight is not deadly to vampires like myself but very unpleasant, that and it makes us more normal. In the sun I wonā€™t be as strong as I would be in the dark and by my assessment I age in the sun as well. Not any faster than a normal person but I do age, its why I donā€™t still look like that little boy stuck in Paris anymore.
I did spend quite some time in Paris before I left or rather, escaped. Iā€™m not sure I ever would have left if not for the war. I didnā€™t have many friends there save for otherā€¦ Iā€™m not sure what to call themā€¦ entities? Whatever you want to cal it I had some friends in the more supernatural parts of the city. A vampire named Belle had become a sort of mother figure to me over the years spent there.
I met her by chance one night as I sated myself in an alley. I was ready to fight but she just laughed and flashed her own fangs at me, ridiculing me for being so careless. It was under her wing where I learned everything I know now about vampires. Itā€™s where I realized not all vampires endure sunlight as well as I do, if anything that one trait is whatā€™s most unique about me according to her. But thats not the story I want to tell on these pages tonight. I want to tell the story of lieutenant Marsh and the real beginnings of the organization that would become Chimera.
When war came to Paris that summer I was unprepared. I never expected the war to spiral out of hand so quickly or for it to force me out of my home. I was with Belle and a few more of her friends whose names escape me waiting out the worst of it and hoping things would blow over in the city soon. Obviously we were completely misguided, it was that sense of invulnerability again just the same as when I was a boy. The world was our playground and nothing could hurt us. It didnā€™t help that in some ways I really was invulnerable and it went straight to my head.
Only flashes of my memory from that day remain. I remember the nazi soldier kicking in the door and firing at Belleā€™s friends. I remember the screaming that abruptly ended in a single gunshot. I remember the trail of blood leading to her friends body where it lay staked to the ground in the sun. We heal fast, not instantly but much faster than a human. Put us in sunlight though, and weā€™re just as fragile as a normal person. It was the first time Iā€™d seen someone with abilities like ours die and it made me feel mortal again for the first time in decades.
The rest of the day is a disjointed blur. Belle and I fled the city, I blank out on the specifics of it but we made it out with some difficulty. After that we hunkered down for the night in a rickety old shack. I remember wanting to push on through the day but Belle protested, she didnā€™t deal with the sun as well as I did. When night finally fell we fled to the coast and managed to catch a ship heading towards the United States.
The trip was unpleasant to say the least, neither of us made good stowaways. We werenā€™t living life in the lap of luxury before by any means but we lived comfortably. This was a far cry from what we were used to in Paris and the welcome we received was even worse. Apparently fleeing for your own survival is a crime, both of us were separated and sent to prison on our arrival to the states for stowing away on the ship.
That was the last time I ever saw Belle, I get letters from her every now and then but I havenā€™t seen her in person since. She does well for herself, works in D.C. as a sort of handler for the supernatural. Regrettably she does work with Chimera, says they have the best interests at heart for the supernatural but she doesnā€™t see what I see out here. She doesnā€™t know the part I played in its creation, what it really stood for in the beginning. Chimera tends to kill first these days rather than actually try to help or give the supernatural some kind of place in the world. I think thats why I havenā€™t been to visit her, I just donā€™t want to argue with a friend as old as her. Funnily enough I donā€™t think anyone knows sheā€™s a vampire. I doubt theyā€™d take that very well, sheā€™d probably lose her position. They must have suspicions though because theres no way sheā€™d be able to get letters to me without Baelen knowing about it. Every few months they keep showing up though and I always make sure to write her back.
Anyways Iā€™m getting off topic, back to my story. I was in prison for months until an offer came my way, serve the rest of my sentence or enlist in the army and be a free man when I came back, if I came back. Of course I took the offer, I didnā€™t realize how suspicious that deal sounded at the time but it actually played out exactly as they said. I also didnā€™t have much of a choice in the matter either. It was hard to get my hands on any blood when I was almost constantly under watch and I could feel the effects it was having on me. I figured it would be best to get a change of scenery.
The next week I was off to training then not long after, we shipped out to the trenches and met the commander of the platoon Iā€™d been assigned to. Thatā€™s the first time I met Lieutenant Johnson Marsh and what a man he was. That first day I was convinced Iā€™d never see a smile ever again, the trenches were a horrible depressing place. But there Marsh was, laughing and smiling and just generally enjoying life with the rest of the platoon. He was either crazy or stupid, thats what my first thoughts about him were. I remember those clearly even today but I couldnā€™t have been more wrong. If anything he may have turned out to be one of the smartest men I ever knew.
The first few weeks were spent holding our position from the germans. It was brutal but I found I was a decent shot with the rifle I was given. Marsh on the other hand spent those weeks barking orders at us and keeping us in line. He never used a rifle like most of the soldiers used. Instead he kept a Beretta m9 with him at all times. That weapon was the only one I ever saw him use. I remember the name only because he was so found of explaining everything there was to know about the gun to me whenever I questioned him about it. You could immediately recognize the pistol as his by its strange grip. One side of it had a picture of an idyllic scene of a manor house in the middle of a sprawling field. The other had a painting of a woman, his wife Iā€™d guess but he never actually told me if that was there case. He seemed to spend the nights staring with longing at each side of the artistic grip.
Iā€™d never really had a family, even with Belle Iā€™d always felt like I was a bit of an outsider. There was so much I didnā€™t know about how normal people lived. Even though Iā€™d had friends in Paris we were always kind of hidden away in our own personal corner. There was this separation between us and normal life, even between the other supernaturals in the area.
Here I felt like I was part of something though. Sure I was still lost but so was everyone else, we could be lost together and Marsh would always set us straight in the end. There was something about the man, some piece of him that just understood what we were all going through. He expected a lot from us but he was never unreasonable and several times even argued with command on our behalf when ridiculous orders came our way. I actually wanted to serve with him. The rest of the platoon wasnā€™t bad but theyā€™d all been given the same deal as me. They were all just there to get out of prison. Iā€™m still not sure what Marshā€™s story was, he always kept that to himself but any of us wouldā€™ve taken a bullet for that man.
Our first real assignment came maybe three months into my period of indentured service. Our platoon was tasked with rescuing a captured American scientist and capturing a German scientist. The scientists in question were Frank Smith and Stein Hoffman and no, the irony of those names is not lost on me, fits the two of them though. Iā€™m sure doctor Frankenstein wishes he was successful as those two. But before those orders could be acted on we had to overtake a German trench surrounding the compound they were staying in.
That fight was bloody and we lost several good men in the chaos. At one point a trench gun was shoved into my arms and I launched myself into the German trench. I wouldnā€™t be surprised if ghost stories are still passed around of what I did that day. After I made my way over and into the German trench I lashed out with all I had. Moving with superhuman speed and lashing out with both the bayonet affixed to my gun and my fangs, I fell upon the Germans. They stood little chance as I tore into them and all by my lonesome I ensured weā€™d face no more resistance.
Marsh was the first over into the now silent trench, Iā€™m glad it was him because Iā€™m not sure anyone else wouldā€™ve understood like him. I was holding the German officer to the trench wall, fangs buried in his neck as I fed when I heard footsteps behind me. I dropped him and turned to see Marsh staring questioningly at me. I mustā€™ve been a sight to see, blood dripping from my mouth and covering my bullet torn uniform. Marsh steadied himself for a moment and shouted back to the rest of the platoon,
ā€œBoys hold up a second! Just get down and stay up there a minute wonā€™tcha!ā€
All of a sudden he took a step forward and a well mannered grin took its usual place on his lips.
ā€œThough You didnā€™t care for sauerkraut J.?ā€
The joke stunned me, I fully expected him to shoot me then and there, put me down like the abomination I mustā€™ve looked like to him.
ā€œLieutenant Iā€¦ā€
But Marsh raised his hands to cut me off.
ā€œCommandā€™d probably want me to shootā€™cha, hell maybe I aughtā€™a but I donā€™t think itā€™d be right. You seem decent, little odd sure but youā€™ve got heart, I see it in the way you look out for the boys. Plus I always figured there was someā€™n off about you. The way you stay outā€™a the light always seem a little faster and stronger than anyone got the right to be just didnā€™t figure itā€™d beā€¦. That.ā€
Marsh told me pointing to the punctures in the officers neck.
ā€œThank you lieutenant, Could we keep this between us though sir?ā€
ā€œDrop the formalities J. Jesus! Weā€™re all friends here.ā€
ā€œI just donā€™t want the others to know, they may not be as understanding as you.ā€
ā€œNo can do, but you can tell emā€™ yourself. Alright men, get on down here!ā€
In all my years Iā€™d never had to explain myself to anyone up until that point. I guess that day my number was up but I never knew just how understanding people, normal people could be. Iā€™d always lived around the supernatural in Paris, didnā€™t interact much with the normal people I saw in the streets every day, I didnā€™t have to. Iā€™d always assumed there was a reason for that but in the moment I realized there wasnā€™t, not really. Iā€™d just avoided normal people because I feared what theyā€™d think if it came out that I wasnā€™t like them.
Of course There were some of the men that objected toā€¦ what I was. Most of them took after Marsh though. They didnā€™t really care what I was, Iā€™d proven to them I was a good person and thats all that mattered. I just wish theyā€™d been right about me back then because the truth was I still hadnā€™t learned to care, not really. Even the ones who objected came around eventually and that night Marsh finally came clean to me about why exactly he was so accepting.
According to him heā€™d always assumed there was more out there, things beyond human that lived on the fringes of society. Even he always thought he sounded crazy. I was the proof he needed to convince himself he wasnā€™t. Marsh also told me what we were really doing with the scientists. Both Frank and Stein researched the supernatural, their projects were as secret as secret could be. Marshā€™s interests and theories, as personal as he tried to keep them showed up in his file somewhere. The higher ups had handpicked him for this mission because of it. The official story was that Frank had been captured but in reality he defected to further his own research with a like minded individual. Our mission was really to force Frank back into the fold and take Stein along with him.
The more he talked the more I could tell his heart was fully committed to this mission and the final assault tomorrow. Iā€™d never seen someone soā€¦ alive. In my extremely long life I donā€™t think Id ever felt that kind of conviction myself. So I promised him Iā€™d have his back tomorrow no matter what.
Morning broke and with it our assault began. Intel on the German defenses was shoddy at best but we never expected what weā€™d actually run into. At least three times our number acted as guards so a distraction was in order to give us a window of entry. A few of the men would handle the distraction ā€œhowever they saw fitā€ to quote Marsh. Then Marsh and I would make our way into the compound itself and the rest of the platoon would cover us.
For what its worth most of the plan went off without a hitch. A tremendous explosion signaled Marsh and I to press the advantage and rush the confused soldiers that lay in front of us. Some actually turned and ran from me, apparently word of my stunt in the trenches yesterday had spread quickly. The rest of the platoon followed behind us but then our luck ran out with the roar of an engine.
An honest to god panzer tank rolled out of a tunnel we hadnā€™t seen that ran under the compound and turned its barrel towards us. I almost didnā€™t hear the blast from how slow time seemed to move. But move it did as the explosion of the shellā€™s impact scattered bodies left and right. The shell impacted behind us but the sheer force of the blast threw Marsh and I to the ground, knocking us unconscious.
When I slowly came to my eyes couldnā€™t believe what I was seeing. A man dressed in red priestly robes with a matching red top hat was walking between the bodies. When he approached one that groaned out with agony heā€™d kneel down and whisper things I couldnā€™t hear to them, after that heā€™d snap his fingers. sometimes the person he was talking with would disappear other times they would fall silent and sometimes it didnā€™t appear that anything happened at all.
Just the sight of the man terrified me and I wasnā€™t sure why. It was an instinctual reaction, the second I lay eyes on him I froze up and ice cold fear crept its way up my spine. When people accuse me of being the devil this man is who I think of. Even today Iā€™m not sure what it is he does or why. What I do know is that he never looks the same. Iā€™ve seen him appear as male, female, even as an animal on a few occasions but I can always tell. The second Iā€™m near him no matter what he looks like the same old feeling comes over me.
Once my vision had finally focused in on the man he seemed to notice without ever looking at me. I blinked and suddenly he was there, kneeling over me.
ā€œWould you like to live.ā€
He rasped down at me with a voice that seemed to boom around me no matter how quiet it mustā€™ve actually been. I felt like a child again, staring at Archer for the first time. Iā€™d never really had to fear death before but here I was, sure I was about to meet my end right here. In all honestly I wasnā€™t injured all that bad, I probably couldā€™ve survived with or without this man help. But something told me that if I said no heā€™d make sure I would die right here.
ā€œYeā€¦yā€¦ yesā€
I stuttered out, barley able to form the words through the pain that stabbed throughout my body.
ā€œYou will be my instrument for one night at a time of me choosing.ā€
The man replied. I stayed silent as I stared into his eyes, trying to determine if the sunglasses he wore were tinted or if his eyes really did burn with an infernal red light. The man cocked his head as if waiting for a response to his question. Iā€™m not sure if question was the right word though, there wasnā€™t much of a choice for me.
Looking back there was always a choice, maybe I couldā€™ve survived on my own merits, found another way. In the years to come Iā€™d wish I just said no, even if it wouldā€™ve cost me my life. But thats not what happened. I nodded and the deal maker snapped his fingers. As soon as he had dark clouds flooded the sky and blocked out the sun, allowing my body to begin repairing itself. The man moved on to where Marshā€™s body lay and probably made him the same deal as I felt my body healing. Despite that, my consciousness faded again as I strained to try and hear what the man would say to Marsh.
We never actually discussed the man at all. Not then and not in the years since. Maybe that was all an unspoken part of Marshā€™s deal. Maybe both of us just wished that man was nothing more than a waking dream, a vivid hallucination. Whatever the case neither of us ever mentioned that man to each other.
The next time I woke up I was chained to a table next to Marsh. We had been captured and brought before the very scientists we were here to apprehend. There were guards around but they all seemed to be waiting for some kind of order. I was certainly surprised when that order came in perfect English, even more surprised when the order was to let us down so we could talk.
Frank and Stein ended up being quite reasonable people. The two let us stay in relative comfort in the compound as long as we agreed to stay and leave them to their work. That was all the convincing it took for me. I understand that the men Iā€™d served with were all dead and that these two were in some way responsible. Maybe that shouldā€™ve bothered me more, today it certainly wouldā€™ve. Back then I didnā€™t think the same way, they accepted me for what I was but only briefly, only out of respect for Marsh. What did the lives of people Iā€™d known for so short a time really matter? Writing this now just makes me realize how cold I was before, I didnā€™t care for anything beyond myself. Iā€™d made no efforts to find Belle since we were separated and how long had I known her, 100 years, more? I may have pretended I cared but when push came to shove I simply tried to make sure I survived.
Marsh wasnā€™t as cold as me, in fact he almost immediately reached for where his pistol shouldā€™ve been when he was unchained. It took Frank, Stein, and myself weeks to convince him that helping would be the right decision. He didnā€™t like it at first but little by little I think the scientists grew on him. The guards Iā€™d seen our first day here seemed to thin out the longer we stayed. Wether that was a gesture of trust or simply because they were needed for more important duties I donā€™t know but it certainly eased Marshā€™s mind.
I merely observed the scientists most of the time until Stein asked me for a sample of my blood. It didnā€™t surprise me that he knew what I was but for obvious reasons I was hesitant to give it to him, especially considering what Iā€™d seen so called doctors do with vampire blood. Eventually he wore me down and I gave let him take a sample just to shut him up. After that I became more involved in their research though not by choice. They had me showcasing my abilities and tested the effects of sunlight on my blood. On a few rare occasions Stein even injected it into other prisoners that were brought in, something I put a stop to very quickly. T
hat sample of blood is why Frank and Stein are still around today. Somehow they managed to isolate whatever part of my DNA allows me to age so much slower than a normal person. They took that and spliced it into their own DNA against my recommendations. The crazy thing was it actually worked. Sure they had a newfound appreciation for rare steaks but beyond that I didnā€™t notice any of the effects that combining vampire DNA with your own would usually have.
As Marsh and I assisted the scientistā€™s research however we could we both came to the realization that they needed each other to function. Stein lacked a moral compass and was prone to suggest unethical or risky procedures, sometimes going so far as to carry them out without informing Frank. Frank on the other hand preferred caution in everything he did and sometimes I noticed him personally taking and shredding requests Stein had written for test subjects, hazardous materials, or samples from supernatural entities. The two kept a very delicate dance of checks and balances. Stein ever the daring mad scientist and Frank always playing the role of overly cautious genius.
Marsh and Frank got along extremely well near the end. The two would be up at all hours of the night as Frank explained what kind of things really existed in the world. Marsh always shared these ideas of a world where the supernatural and the normal could live together and I think Frank shared that vision. It wasnā€™t possible, still isnā€™t but treating the supernatural as something other than monsters couldnā€™t possibly be a bad thing. I think thats where the idea of the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs really came from, those talks Marsh had with anyone who would listen.
Overtime one of our favorite conversations was what we would do when the war was over and we could leave this compound. Stein wasnā€™t sure he would, if his research wasnā€™t going to a man whoā€™d simply use it to cause more conflict he wouldnā€™t mind staying. Frank wanted to return home, if that was even possible and he asked if Stein would join him. Those two had also become close friends through our months in the lab. That checks and balances relationship they had made them basically inseparable. Marshā€™s answer surprised me though, he said he wanted to get out of the military and start a program, something to help the supernatural live closer to normal lives. At least keep tabs on them so that the quality of their lives might improve. I was stunned, I couldnā€™t believe heā€™d throw his career away just to chase this pipe dream of his. I didnā€™t even know Marsh was concerned with that kind of thing. I didnā€™t have an answer of my own so I said Iā€™d join Marsh and help with this program idea of his. Actually, even Frank and Stein seemed to agree with Marshā€™s way of thinking. Little did we know the war would end less than a month after our talk and weā€™d all get the chance to actually put Marshā€™s little idea to the test.
Once the Americans had come and discovered the compound pretty much abandoned aside from us we were all taken prisoner and shipped back to America. We were all interrogated and they either heard what they wanted to hear, or decided anyone weā€™d talk to about our experiences would assume we were just crazy. We were released back into society under constant surveillance. They even gave us a sizable home in D.C., it was certainly bugged to its core but thats exactly what we wanted.
Through the next year we used Frank and Steins knowledge and my supernatural nature to track down entities all over the country. We made sure that everything was discussed and planned out in the house. That way however was listening knew exactly what we were doing and how successful it was. It wasnā€™t all sunshine and rainbows though, some entities would rather we didnā€™t know about them. Others were naturally aggressive but some we were actually able to help.
Our escapades as a group of four didnā€™t last much past the first year. Mostly because our master plan of using the bugs worked perfectly. Olā€™ uncle Sam had been listening in and wanted his chance at calling the shots but it meant we became a legitimate organization, the BSA. Technically the acronym was already taken but no one ever complained and Marsh never came up with anything better.
We spent 4 years doing everything we could to improve the lives of supernatural beings everywhere. Not every one of our endeavors was a success but we did some good in the world. One such project was blood banks for vampires. While the blood that gets donated is used for transfusions and the like some was put into cold storage for the BSA. That got distributed to vampires who had come to an agreement with us to stop hunting humans for blood. Some vampires were even selected for jobs at these blood banks, under the supervision of BSA agents of course.
The more human supernaturals like werewolves, vampires, and succubi even used us to find jobs in the world. We made in roads for the supernatural in daily life because of it. Werewolves would use their strength for government construction. Vampireā€™s long lives made them excellent archivists or history teachers because they actually been there for those events. A succubusā€™s ability to understand and control someones emotions and reactions made them excellent therapists and conflict deescalation specialists. Those are just some of the fields we managed to get the supernatural involved in. While they usually had to hide their natural they were wildly successful.
Everything went well until that fourth year when I first met Baelen. He was headstrong from the beginning, the powers that be were grooming him for leadership. He was everything they wanted, he followed orders and didnā€™t question things to much. In short, he was the perfect solution to the inconvenience the four of us caused running the organization as we saw fit. But baleen had a mean streak, he didnā€™t want to protect the supernatural so much as he wanted to put them in their place. Unfortunately a lot of the research we provided had scared pretty much everyone above us who had never even entertained the idea of the supernatural until now. That meant Baelenā€™s ideas of monitoring and segregating the supernatural population were popular. So popular that suggesting culling their numbers to keep them in check and under the thumb of the BSA was an idea they actually entertained. That sentiment caught on and our orders became more and more militant.
Every time we disregarded them to do things the way we had envisioned the consequence grew steeper. Eventually Frank, Stein, Marsh, and I just couldnā€™t stand to see what our BSA had become so we left. We couldnā€™t do anything else to stop what was coming from the inside, no point in going down with the ship.
After that Baelen quickly ended up heading the whole operation. He still took orders directly from government officials and when the BSA became part of homeland security it became Chimera division. Why they chose such a stupid name Iā€™ll never know but the organization was a shadow of its former self. Before we looked out for the supernatural, tried to help. Under Baelen Chimera just exists to monitor the supernatural and ā€œcorrectā€ any issues uncle Sam decides to have with them. Theyā€™re glorified enforcers that donā€™t give a damn how the supernatural actually have it. Thatā€™s not to say some good people donā€™t work for them, people like Belle and even Marshā€™s own daughter as far as Iā€™m aware.
It sickens me to think I was a part of it though, for all the good we did maybe it wouldā€™ve been better if Johnson Marshā€™s pipe dream wouldā€™ve stayed just that. I can do a lot but I canā€™t change the past so I guess weā€™ll never know. A while ago I heard that something had happened in a little nowhere town out in New Mexico. Pretty much dropped off the face of the Earth. The only reason I even heard about it was through Belleā€™s letters. Apparently Chimera had to do some huge cover up job and decided it was better if the town just never existed. Maybe I should go myself and see if I canā€™t piece what happened together. Could be that someone else out there has it in for Chimera and is a whole lot more direct about it than me. Iā€™m just imaging it was some runaway experiment Frank and Stein got up to. I wonder where those two ended up, Iā€™ll have to check up on them sometime. This journal writing is digging up a lot of memories for me but thats probably a good thing. Write them down before I forget again. I think thatā€™ll be all for today then, why do I keep addressing these like someoneā€™s reading them? Not much point to that is there?
submitted by CDown01 to CreepsMcPasta [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:42 CDown01 J.'s Journals: The Lieutenant

Previous Entry
Writing these things has made me realize how different I sound these days. Back when all this started Iā€™m not sure I even spoke English and I certainly didnā€™t speak like I do now but to be honest, I donā€™t remember. Trying to recall things to write has made me realize exactly how many little things Iā€™ve forgotten over the years. The sights, the sounds, all those fade into the background of most events.
Even something as visceral as Archerā€™s basement still takes me a while to recall clearly. I wonder if itā€™s more than just my long life, we do age after all. I mentioned before that sunlight is not deadly to vampires like myself but very unpleasant, that and it makes us more normal. In the sun I wonā€™t be as strong as I would be in the dark and by my assessment I age in the sun as well. Not any faster than a normal person but I do age, its why I donā€™t still look like that little boy stuck in Paris anymore.
I did spend quite some time in Paris before I left or rather, escaped. Iā€™m not sure I ever would have left if not for the war. I didnā€™t have many friends there save for otherā€¦ Iā€™m not sure what to call themā€¦ entities? Whatever you want to cal it I had some friends in the more supernatural parts of the city. A vampire named Belle had become a sort of mother figure to me over the years spent there.
I met her by chance one night as I sated myself in an alley. I was ready to fight but she just laughed and flashed her own fangs at me, ridiculing me for being so careless. It was under her wing where I learned everything I know now about vampires. Itā€™s where I realized not all vampires endure sunlight as well as I do, if anything that one trait is whatā€™s most unique about me according to her. But thats not the story I want to tell on these pages tonight. I want to tell the story of lieutenant Marsh and the real beginnings of the organization that would become Chimera.
When war came to Paris that summer I was unprepared. I never expected the war to spiral out of hand so quickly or for it to force me out of my home. I was with Belle and a few more of her friends whose names escape me waiting out the worst of it and hoping things would blow over in the city soon. Obviously we were completely misguided, it was that sense of invulnerability again just the same as when I was a boy. The world was our playground and nothing could hurt us. It didnā€™t help that in some ways I really was invulnerable and it went straight to my head.
Only flashes of my memory from that day remain. I remember the nazi soldier kicking in the door and firing at Belleā€™s friends. I remember the screaming that abruptly ended in a single gunshot. I remember the trail of blood leading to her friends body where it lay staked to the ground in the sun. We heal fast, not instantly but much faster than a human. Put us in sunlight though, and weā€™re just as fragile as a normal person. It was the first time Iā€™d seen someone with abilities like ours die and it made me feel mortal again for the first time in decades.
The rest of the day is a disjointed blur. Belle and I fled the city, I blank out on the specifics of it but we made it out with some difficulty. After that we hunkered down for the night in a rickety old shack. I remember wanting to push on through the day but Belle protested, she didnā€™t deal with the sun as well as I did. When night finally fell we fled to the coast and managed to catch a ship heading towards the United States.
The trip was unpleasant to say the least, neither of us made good stowaways. We werenā€™t living life in the lap of luxury before by any means but we lived comfortably. This was a far cry from what we were used to in Paris and the welcome we received was even worse. Apparently fleeing for your own survival is a crime, both of us were separated and sent to prison on our arrival to the states for stowing away on the ship.
That was the last time I ever saw Belle, I get letters from her every now and then but I havenā€™t seen her in person since. She does well for herself, works in D.C. as a sort of handler for the supernatural. Regrettably she does work with Chimera, says they have the best interests at heart for the supernatural but she doesnā€™t see what I see out here. She doesnā€™t know the part I played in its creation, what it really stood for in the beginning. Chimera tends to kill first these days rather than actually try to help or give the supernatural some kind of place in the world. I think thats why I havenā€™t been to visit her, I just donā€™t want to argue with a friend as old as her. Funnily enough I donā€™t think anyone knows sheā€™s a vampire. I doubt theyā€™d take that very well, sheā€™d probably lose her position. They must have suspicions though because theres no way sheā€™d be able to get letters to me without Baelen knowing about it. Every few months they keep showing up though and I always make sure to write her back.
Anyways Iā€™m getting off topic, back to my story. I was in prison for months until an offer came my way, serve the rest of my sentence or enlist in the army and be a free man when I came back, if I came back. Of course I took the offer, I didnā€™t realize how suspicious that deal sounded at the time but it actually played out exactly as they said. I also didnā€™t have much of a choice in the matter either. It was hard to get my hands on any blood when I was almost constantly under watch and I could feel the effects it was having on me. I figured it would be best to get a change of scenery.
The next week I was off to training then not long after, we shipped out to the trenches and met the commander of the platoon Iā€™d been assigned to. Thatā€™s the first time I met Lieutenant Johnson Marsh and what a man he was. That first day I was convinced Iā€™d never see a smile ever again, the trenches were a horrible depressing place. But there Marsh was, laughing and smiling and just generally enjoying life with the rest of the platoon. He was either crazy or stupid, thats what my first thoughts about him were. I remember those clearly even today but I couldnā€™t have been more wrong. If anything he may have turned out to be one of the smartest men I ever knew.
The first few weeks were spent holding our position from the germans. It was brutal but I found I was a decent shot with the rifle I was given. Marsh on the other hand spent those weeks barking orders at us and keeping us in line. He never used a rifle like most of the soldiers used. Instead he kept a Beretta m9 with him at all times. That weapon was the only one I ever saw him use. I remember the name only because he was so found of explaining everything there was to know about the gun to me whenever I questioned him about it. You could immediately recognize the pistol as his by its strange grip. One side of it had a picture of an idyllic scene of a manor house in the middle of a sprawling field. The other had a painting of a woman, his wife Iā€™d guess but he never actually told me if that was there case. He seemed to spend the nights staring with longing at each side of the artistic grip.
Iā€™d never really had a family, even with Belle Iā€™d always felt like I was a bit of an outsider. There was so much I didnā€™t know about how normal people lived. Even though Iā€™d had friends in Paris we were always kind of hidden away in our own personal corner. There was this separation between us and normal life, even between the other supernaturals in the area.
Here I felt like I was part of something though. Sure I was still lost but so was everyone else, we could be lost together and Marsh would always set us straight in the end. There was something about the man, some piece of him that just understood what we were all going through. He expected a lot from us but he was never unreasonable and several times even argued with command on our behalf when ridiculous orders came our way. I actually wanted to serve with him. The rest of the platoon wasnā€™t bad but theyā€™d all been given the same deal as me. They were all just there to get out of prison. Iā€™m still not sure what Marshā€™s story was, he always kept that to himself but any of us wouldā€™ve taken a bullet for that man.
Our first real assignment came maybe three months into my period of indentured service. Our platoon was tasked with rescuing a captured American scientist and capturing a German scientist. The scientists in question were Frank Smith and Stein Hoffman and no, the irony of those names is not lost on me, fits the two of them though. Iā€™m sure doctor Frankenstein wishes he was successful as those two. But before those orders could be acted on we had to overtake a German trench surrounding the compound they were staying in.
That fight was bloody and we lost several good men in the chaos. At one point a trench gun was shoved into my arms and I launched myself into the German trench. I wouldnā€™t be surprised if ghost stories are still passed around of what I did that day. After I made my way over and into the German trench I lashed out with all I had. Moving with superhuman speed and lashing out with both the bayonet affixed to my gun and my fangs, I fell upon the Germans. They stood little chance as I tore into them and all by my lonesome I ensured weā€™d face no more resistance.
Marsh was the first over into the now silent trench, Iā€™m glad it was him because Iā€™m not sure anyone else wouldā€™ve understood like him. I was holding the German officer to the trench wall, fangs buried in his neck as I fed when I heard footsteps behind me. I dropped him and turned to see Marsh staring questioningly at me. I mustā€™ve been a sight to see, blood dripping from my mouth and covering my bullet torn uniform. Marsh steadied himself for a moment and shouted back to the rest of the platoon,
ā€œBoys hold up a second! Just get down and stay up there a minute wonā€™tcha!ā€
All of a sudden he took a step forward and a well mannered grin took its usual place on his lips.
ā€œThough You didnā€™t care for sauerkraut J.?ā€
The joke stunned me, I fully expected him to shoot me then and there, put me down like the abomination I mustā€™ve looked like to him.
ā€œLieutenant Iā€¦ā€
But Marsh raised his hands to cut me off.
ā€œCommandā€™d probably want me to shootā€™cha, hell maybe I aughtā€™a but I donā€™t think itā€™d be right. You seem decent, little odd sure but youā€™ve got heart, I see it in the way you look out for the boys. Plus I always figured there was someā€™n off about you. The way you stay outā€™a the light always seem a little faster and stronger than anyone got the right to be just didnā€™t figure itā€™d beā€¦. That.ā€
Marsh told me pointing to the punctures in the officers neck.
ā€œThank you lieutenant, Could we keep this between us though sir?ā€
ā€œDrop the formalities J. Jesus! Weā€™re all friends here.ā€
ā€œI just donā€™t want the others to know, they may not be as understanding as you.ā€
ā€œNo can do, but you can tell emā€™ yourself. Alright men, get on down here!ā€
In all my years Iā€™d never had to explain myself to anyone up until that point. I guess that day my number was up but I never knew just how understanding people, normal people could be. Iā€™d always lived around the supernatural in Paris, didnā€™t interact much with the normal people I saw in the streets every day, I didnā€™t have to. Iā€™d always assumed there was a reason for that but in the moment I realized there wasnā€™t, not really. Iā€™d just avoided normal people because I feared what theyā€™d think if it came out that I wasnā€™t like them.
Of course There were some of the men that objected toā€¦ what I was. Most of them took after Marsh though. They didnā€™t really care what I was, Iā€™d proven to them I was a good person and thats all that mattered. I just wish theyā€™d been right about me back then because the truth was I still hadnā€™t learned to care, not really. Even the ones who objected came around eventually and that night Marsh finally came clean to me about why exactly he was so accepting.
According to him heā€™d always assumed there was more out there, things beyond human that lived on the fringes of society. Even he always thought he sounded crazy. I was the proof he needed to convince himself he wasnā€™t. Marsh also told me what we were really doing with the scientists. Both Frank and Stein researched the supernatural, their projects were as secret as secret could be. Marshā€™s interests and theories, as personal as he tried to keep them showed up in his file somewhere. The higher ups had handpicked him for this mission because of it. The official story was that Frank had been captured but in reality he defected to further his own research with a like minded individual. Our mission was really to force Frank back into the fold and take Stein along with him.
The more he talked the more I could tell his heart was fully committed to this mission and the final assault tomorrow. Iā€™d never seen someone soā€¦ alive. In my extremely long life I donā€™t think Id ever felt that kind of conviction myself. So I promised him Iā€™d have his back tomorrow no matter what.
Morning broke and with it our assault began. Intel on the German defenses was shoddy at best but we never expected what weā€™d actually run into. At least three times our number acted as guards so a distraction was in order to give us a window of entry. A few of the men would handle the distraction ā€œhowever they saw fitā€ to quote Marsh. Then Marsh and I would make our way into the compound itself and the rest of the platoon would cover us.
For what its worth most of the plan went off without a hitch. A tremendous explosion signaled Marsh and I to press the advantage and rush the confused soldiers that lay in front of us. Some actually turned and ran from me, apparently word of my stunt in the trenches yesterday had spread quickly. The rest of the platoon followed behind us but then our luck ran out with the roar of an engine.
An honest to god panzer tank rolled out of a tunnel we hadnā€™t seen that ran under the compound and turned its barrel towards us. I almost didnā€™t hear the blast from how slow time seemed to move. But move it did as the explosion of the shellā€™s impact scattered bodies left and right. The shell impacted behind us but the sheer force of the blast threw Marsh and I to the ground, knocking us unconscious.
When I slowly came to my eyes couldnā€™t believe what I was seeing. A man dressed in red priestly robes with a matching red top hat was walking between the bodies. When he approached one that groaned out with agony heā€™d kneel down and whisper things I couldnā€™t hear to them, after that heā€™d snap his fingers. sometimes the person he was talking with would disappear other times they would fall silent and sometimes it didnā€™t appear that anything happened at all.
Just the sight of the man terrified me and I wasnā€™t sure why. It was an instinctual reaction, the second I lay eyes on him I froze up and ice cold fear crept its way up my spine. When people accuse me of being the devil this man is who I think of. Even today Iā€™m not sure what it is he does or why. What I do know is that he never looks the same. Iā€™ve seen him appear as male, female, even as an animal on a few occasions but I can always tell. The second Iā€™m near him no matter what he looks like the same old feeling comes over me.
Once my vision had finally focused in on the man he seemed to notice without ever looking at me. I blinked and suddenly he was there, kneeling over me.
ā€œWould you like to live.ā€
He rasped down at me with a voice that seemed to boom around me no matter how quiet it mustā€™ve actually been. I felt like a child again, staring at Archer for the first time. Iā€™d never really had to fear death before but here I was, sure I was about to meet my end right here. In all honestly I wasnā€™t injured all that bad, I probably couldā€™ve survived with or without this man help. But something told me that if I said no heā€™d make sure I would die right here.
ā€œYeā€¦yā€¦ yesā€
I stuttered out, barley able to form the words through the pain that stabbed throughout my body.
ā€œYou will be my instrument for one night at a time of me choosing.ā€
The man replied. I stayed silent as I stared into his eyes, trying to determine if the sunglasses he wore were tinted or if his eyes really did burn with an infernal red light. The man cocked his head as if waiting for a response to his question. Iā€™m not sure if question was the right word though, there wasnā€™t much of a choice for me.
Looking back there was always a choice, maybe I couldā€™ve survived on my own merits, found another way. In the years to come Iā€™d wish I just said no, even if it wouldā€™ve cost me my life. But thats not what happened. I nodded and the deal maker snapped his fingers. As soon as he had dark clouds flooded the sky and blocked out the sun, allowing my body to begin repairing itself. The man moved on to where Marshā€™s body lay and probably made him the same deal as I felt my body healing. Despite that, my consciousness faded again as I strained to try and hear what the man would say to Marsh.
We never actually discussed the man at all. Not then and not in the years since. Maybe that was all an unspoken part of Marshā€™s deal. Maybe both of us just wished that man was nothing more than a waking dream, a vivid hallucination. Whatever the case neither of us ever mentioned that man to each other.
The next time I woke up I was chained to a table next to Marsh. We had been captured and brought before the very scientists we were here to apprehend. There were guards around but they all seemed to be waiting for some kind of order. I was certainly surprised when that order came in perfect English, even more surprised when the order was to let us down so we could talk.
Frank and Stein ended up being quite reasonable people. The two let us stay in relative comfort in the compound as long as we agreed to stay and leave them to their work. That was all the convincing it took for me. I understand that the men Iā€™d served with were all dead and that these two were in some way responsible. Maybe that shouldā€™ve bothered me more, today it certainly wouldā€™ve. Back then I didnā€™t think the same way, they accepted me for what I was but only briefly, only out of respect for Marsh. What did the lives of people Iā€™d known for so short a time really matter? Writing this now just makes me realize how cold I was before, I didnā€™t care for anything beyond myself. Iā€™d made no efforts to find Belle since we were separated and how long had I known her, 100 years, more? I may have pretended I cared but when push came to shove I simply tried to make sure I survived.
Marsh wasnā€™t as cold as me, in fact he almost immediately reached for where his pistol shouldā€™ve been when he was unchained. It took Frank, Stein, and myself weeks to convince him that helping would be the right decision. He didnā€™t like it at first but little by little I think the scientists grew on him. The guards Iā€™d seen our first day here seemed to thin out the longer we stayed. Wether that was a gesture of trust or simply because they were needed for more important duties I donā€™t know but it certainly eased Marshā€™s mind.
I merely observed the scientists most of the time until Stein asked me for a sample of my blood. It didnā€™t surprise me that he knew what I was but for obvious reasons I was hesitant to give it to him, especially considering what Iā€™d seen so called doctors do with vampire blood. Eventually he wore me down and I gave let him take a sample just to shut him up. After that I became more involved in their research though not by choice. They had me showcasing my abilities and tested the effects of sunlight on my blood. On a few rare occasions Stein even injected it into other prisoners that were brought in, something I put a stop to very quickly. T
hat sample of blood is why Frank and Stein are still around today. Somehow they managed to isolate whatever part of my DNA allows me to age so much slower than a normal person. They took that and spliced it into their own DNA against my recommendations. The crazy thing was it actually worked. Sure they had a newfound appreciation for rare steaks but beyond that I didnā€™t notice any of the effects that combining vampire DNA with your own would usually have.
As Marsh and I assisted the scientistā€™s research however we could we both came to the realization that they needed each other to function. Stein lacked a moral compass and was prone to suggest unethical or risky procedures, sometimes going so far as to carry them out without informing Frank. Frank on the other hand preferred caution in everything he did and sometimes I noticed him personally taking and shredding requests Stein had written for test subjects, hazardous materials, or samples from supernatural entities. The two kept a very delicate dance of checks and balances. Stein ever the daring mad scientist and Frank always playing the role of overly cautious genius.
Marsh and Frank got along extremely well near the end. The two would be up at all hours of the night as Frank explained what kind of things really existed in the world. Marsh always shared these ideas of a world where the supernatural and the normal could live together and I think Frank shared that vision. It wasnā€™t possible, still isnā€™t but treating the supernatural as something other than monsters couldnā€™t possibly be a bad thing. I think thats where the idea of the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs really came from, those talks Marsh had with anyone who would listen.
Overtime one of our favorite conversations was what we would do when the war was over and we could leave this compound. Stein wasnā€™t sure he would, if his research wasnā€™t going to a man whoā€™d simply use it to cause more conflict he wouldnā€™t mind staying. Frank wanted to return home, if that was even possible and he asked if Stein would join him. Those two had also become close friends through our months in the lab. That checks and balances relationship they had made them basically inseparable. Marshā€™s answer surprised me though, he said he wanted to get out of the military and start a program, something to help the supernatural live closer to normal lives. At least keep tabs on them so that the quality of their lives might improve. I was stunned, I couldnā€™t believe heā€™d throw his career away just to chase this pipe dream of his. I didnā€™t even know Marsh was concerned with that kind of thing. I didnā€™t have an answer of my own so I said Iā€™d join Marsh and help with this program idea of his. Actually, even Frank and Stein seemed to agree with Marshā€™s way of thinking. Little did we know the war would end less than a month after our talk and weā€™d all get the chance to actually put Marshā€™s little idea to the test.
Once the Americans had come and discovered the compound pretty much abandoned aside from us we were all taken prisoner and shipped back to America. We were all interrogated and they either heard what they wanted to hear, or decided anyone weā€™d talk to about our experiences would assume we were just crazy. We were released back into society under constant surveillance. They even gave us a sizable home in D.C., it was certainly bugged to its core but thats exactly what we wanted.
Through the next year we used Frank and Steins knowledge and my supernatural nature to track down entities all over the country. We made sure that everything was discussed and planned out in the house. That way however was listening knew exactly what we were doing and how successful it was. It wasnā€™t all sunshine and rainbows though, some entities would rather we didnā€™t know about them. Others were naturally aggressive but some we were actually able to help.
Our escapades as a group of four didnā€™t last much past the first year. Mostly because our master plan of using the bugs worked perfectly. Olā€™ uncle Sam had been listening in and wanted his chance at calling the shots but it meant we became a legitimate organization, the BSA. Technically the acronym was already taken but no one ever complained and Marsh never came up with anything better.
We spent 4 years doing everything we could to improve the lives of supernatural beings everywhere. Not every one of our endeavors was a success but we did some good in the world. One such project was blood banks for vampires. While the blood that gets donated is used for transfusions and the like some was put into cold storage for the BSA. That got distributed to vampires who had come to an agreement with us to stop hunting humans for blood. Some vampires were even selected for jobs at these blood banks, under the supervision of BSA agents of course.
The more human supernaturals like werewolves, vampires, and succubi even used us to find jobs in the world. We made in roads for the supernatural in daily life because of it. Werewolves would use their strength for government construction. Vampireā€™s long lives made them excellent archivists or history teachers because they actually been there for those events. A succubusā€™s ability to understand and control someones emotions and reactions made them excellent therapists and conflict deescalation specialists. Those are just some of the fields we managed to get the supernatural involved in. While they usually had to hide their natural they were wildly successful.
Everything went well until that fourth year when I first met Baelen. He was headstrong from the beginning, the powers that be were grooming him for leadership. He was everything they wanted, he followed orders and didnā€™t question things to much. In short, he was the perfect solution to the inconvenience the four of us caused running the organization as we saw fit. But baleen had a mean streak, he didnā€™t want to protect the supernatural so much as he wanted to put them in their place. Unfortunately a lot of the research we provided had scared pretty much everyone above us who had never even entertained the idea of the supernatural until now. That meant Baelenā€™s ideas of monitoring and segregating the supernatural population were popular. So popular that suggesting culling their numbers to keep them in check and under the thumb of the BSA was an idea they actually entertained. That sentiment caught on and our orders became more and more militant.
Every time we disregarded them to do things the way we had envisioned the consequence grew steeper. Eventually Frank, Stein, Marsh, and I just couldnā€™t stand to see what our BSA had become so we left. We couldnā€™t do anything else to stop what was coming from the inside, no point in going down with the ship.
After that Baelen quickly ended up heading the whole operation. He still took orders directly from government officials and when the BSA became part of homeland security it became Chimera division. Why they chose such a stupid name Iā€™ll never know but the organization was a shadow of its former self. Before we looked out for the supernatural, tried to help. Under Baelen Chimera just exists to monitor the supernatural and ā€œcorrectā€ any issues uncle Sam decides to have with them. Theyā€™re glorified enforcers that donā€™t give a damn how the supernatural actually have it. Thatā€™s not to say some good people donā€™t work for them, people like Belle and even Marshā€™s own daughter as far as Iā€™m aware.
It sickens me to think I was a part of it though, for all the good we did maybe it wouldā€™ve been better if Johnson Marshā€™s pipe dream wouldā€™ve stayed just that. I can do a lot but I canā€™t change the past so I guess weā€™ll never know. A while ago I heard that something had happened in a little nowhere town out in New Mexico. Pretty much dropped off the face of the Earth. The only reason I even heard about it was through Belleā€™s letters. Apparently Chimera had to do some huge cover up job and decided it was better if the town just never existed. Maybe I should go myself and see if I canā€™t piece what happened together. Could be that someone else out there has it in for Chimera and is a whole lot more direct about it than me. Iā€™m just imaging it was some runaway experiment Frank and Stein got up to. I wonder where those two ended up, Iā€™ll have to check up on them sometime. This journal writing is digging up a lot of memories for me but thats probably a good thing. Write them down before I forget again. I think thatā€™ll be all for today then, why do I keep addressing these like someoneā€™s reading them? Not much point to that is there?
submitted by CDown01 to NaturesTemper [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:40 CDown01 J.'s Journals: The Lieutenant

Previous Entry
Writing these things has made me realize how different I sound these days. Back when all this started Iā€™m not sure I even spoke English and I certainly didnā€™t speak like I do now but to be honest, I donā€™t remember. Trying to recall things to write has made me realize exactly how many little things Iā€™ve forgotten over the years. The sights, the sounds, all those fade into the background of most events.
Even something as visceral as Archerā€™s basement still takes me a while to recall clearly. I wonder if itā€™s more than just my long life, we do age after all. I mentioned before that sunlight is not deadly to vampires like myself but very unpleasant, that and it makes us more normal. In the sun I wonā€™t be as strong as I would be in the dark and by my assessment I age in the sun as well. Not any faster than a normal person but I do age, its why I donā€™t still look like that little boy stuck in Paris anymore.
I did spend quite some time in Paris before I left or rather, escaped. Iā€™m not sure I ever would have left if not for the war. I didnā€™t have many friends there save for otherā€¦ Iā€™m not sure what to call themā€¦ entities? Whatever you want to cal it I had some friends in the more supernatural parts of the city. A vampire named Belle had become a sort of mother figure to me over the years spent there.
I met her by chance one night as I sated myself in an alley. I was ready to fight but she just laughed and flashed her own fangs at me, ridiculing me for being so careless. It was under her wing where I learned everything I know now about vampires. Itā€™s where I realized not all vampires endure sunlight as well as I do, if anything that one trait is whatā€™s most unique about me according to her. But thats not the story I want to tell on these pages tonight. I want to tell the story of lieutenant Marsh and the real beginnings of the organization that would become Chimera.
When war came to Paris that summer I was unprepared. I never expected the war to spiral out of hand so quickly or for it to force me out of my home. I was with Belle and a few more of her friends whose names escape me waiting out the worst of it and hoping things would blow over in the city soon. Obviously we were completely misguided, it was that sense of invulnerability again just the same as when I was a boy. The world was our playground and nothing could hurt us. It didnā€™t help that in some ways I really was invulnerable and it went straight to my head.
Only flashes of my memory from that day remain. I remember the nazi soldier kicking in the door and firing at Belleā€™s friends. I remember the screaming that abruptly ended in a single gunshot. I remember the trail of blood leading to her friends body where it lay staked to the ground in the sun. We heal fast, not instantly but much faster than a human. Put us in sunlight though, and weā€™re just as fragile as a normal person. It was the first time Iā€™d seen someone with abilities like ours die and it made me feel mortal again for the first time in decades.
The rest of the day is a disjointed blur. Belle and I fled the city, I blank out on the specifics of it but we made it out with some difficulty. After that we hunkered down for the night in a rickety old shack. I remember wanting to push on through the day but Belle protested, she didnā€™t deal with the sun as well as I did. When night finally fell we fled to the coast and managed to catch a ship heading towards the United States.
The trip was unpleasant to say the least, neither of us made good stowaways. We werenā€™t living life in the lap of luxury before by any means but we lived comfortably. This was a far cry from what we were used to in Paris and the welcome we received was even worse. Apparently fleeing for your own survival is a crime, both of us were separated and sent to prison on our arrival to the states for stowing away on the ship.
That was the last time I ever saw Belle, I get letters from her every now and then but I havenā€™t seen her in person since. She does well for herself, works in D.C. as a sort of handler for the supernatural. Regrettably she does work with Chimera, says they have the best interests at heart for the supernatural but she doesnā€™t see what I see out here. She doesnā€™t know the part I played in its creation, what it really stood for in the beginning. Chimera tends to kill first these days rather than actually try to help or give the supernatural some kind of place in the world. I think thats why I havenā€™t been to visit her, I just donā€™t want to argue with a friend as old as her. Funnily enough I donā€™t think anyone knows sheā€™s a vampire. I doubt theyā€™d take that very well, sheā€™d probably lose her position. They must have suspicions though because theres no way sheā€™d be able to get letters to me without Baelen knowing about it. Every few months they keep showing up though and I always make sure to write her back.
Anyways Iā€™m getting off topic, back to my story. I was in prison for months until an offer came my way, serve the rest of my sentence or enlist in the army and be a free man when I came back, if I came back. Of course I took the offer, I didnā€™t realize how suspicious that deal sounded at the time but it actually played out exactly as they said. I also didnā€™t have much of a choice in the matter either. It was hard to get my hands on any blood when I was almost constantly under watch and I could feel the effects it was having on me. I figured it would be best to get a change of scenery.
The next week I was off to training then not long after, we shipped out to the trenches and met the commander of the platoon Iā€™d been assigned to. Thatā€™s the first time I met Lieutenant Johnson Marsh and what a man he was. That first day I was convinced Iā€™d never see a smile ever again, the trenches were a horrible depressing place. But there Marsh was, laughing and smiling and just generally enjoying life with the rest of the platoon. He was either crazy or stupid, thats what my first thoughts about him were. I remember those clearly even today but I couldnā€™t have been more wrong. If anything he may have turned out to be one of the smartest men I ever knew.
The first few weeks were spent holding our position from the germans. It was brutal but I found I was a decent shot with the rifle I was given. Marsh on the other hand spent those weeks barking orders at us and keeping us in line. He never used a rifle like most of the soldiers used. Instead he kept a Beretta m9 with him at all times. That weapon was the only one I ever saw him use. I remember the name only because he was so found of explaining everything there was to know about the gun to me whenever I questioned him about it. You could immediately recognize the pistol as his by its strange grip. One side of it had a picture of an idyllic scene of a manor house in the middle of a sprawling field. The other had a painting of a woman, his wife Iā€™d guess but he never actually told me if that was there case. He seemed to spend the nights staring with longing at each side of the artistic grip.
Iā€™d never really had a family, even with Belle Iā€™d always felt like I was a bit of an outsider. There was so much I didnā€™t know about how normal people lived. Even though Iā€™d had friends in Paris we were always kind of hidden away in our own personal corner. There was this separation between us and normal life, even between the other supernaturals in the area.
Here I felt like I was part of something though. Sure I was still lost but so was everyone else, we could be lost together and Marsh would always set us straight in the end. There was something about the man, some piece of him that just understood what we were all going through. He expected a lot from us but he was never unreasonable and several times even argued with command on our behalf when ridiculous orders came our way. I actually wanted to serve with him. The rest of the platoon wasnā€™t bad but theyā€™d all been given the same deal as me. They were all just there to get out of prison. Iā€™m still not sure what Marshā€™s story was, he always kept that to himself but any of us wouldā€™ve taken a bullet for that man.
Our first real assignment came maybe three months into my period of indentured service. Our platoon was tasked with rescuing a captured American scientist and capturing a German scientist. The scientists in question were Frank Smith and Stein Hoffman and no, the irony of those names is not lost on me, fits the two of them though. Iā€™m sure doctor Frankenstein wishes he was successful as those two. But before those orders could be acted on we had to overtake a German trench surrounding the compound they were staying in.
That fight was bloody and we lost several good men in the chaos. At one point a trench gun was shoved into my arms and I launched myself into the German trench. I wouldnā€™t be surprised if ghost stories are still passed around of what I did that day. After I made my way over and into the German trench I lashed out with all I had. Moving with superhuman speed and lashing out with both the bayonet affixed to my gun and my fangs, I fell upon the Germans. They stood little chance as I tore into them and all by my lonesome I ensured weā€™d face no more resistance.
Marsh was the first over into the now silent trench, Iā€™m glad it was him because Iā€™m not sure anyone else wouldā€™ve understood like him. I was holding the German officer to the trench wall, fangs buried in his neck as I fed when I heard footsteps behind me. I dropped him and turned to see Marsh staring questioningly at me. I mustā€™ve been a sight to see, blood dripping from my mouth and covering my bullet torn uniform. Marsh steadied himself for a moment and shouted back to the rest of the platoon,
ā€œBoys hold up a second! Just get down and stay up there a minute wonā€™tcha!ā€
All of a sudden he took a step forward and a well mannered grin took its usual place on his lips.
ā€œThough You didnā€™t care for sauerkraut J.?ā€
The joke stunned me, I fully expected him to shoot me then and there, put me down like the abomination I mustā€™ve looked like to him.
ā€œLieutenant Iā€¦ā€
But Marsh raised his hands to cut me off.
ā€œCommandā€™d probably want me to shootā€™cha, hell maybe I aughtā€™a but I donā€™t think itā€™d be right. You seem decent, little odd sure but youā€™ve got heart, I see it in the way you look out for the boys. Plus I always figured there was someā€™n off about you. The way you stay outā€™a the light always seem a little faster and stronger than anyone got the right to be just didnā€™t figure itā€™d beā€¦. That.ā€
Marsh told me pointing to the punctures in the officers neck.
ā€œThank you lieutenant, Could we keep this between us though sir?ā€
ā€œDrop the formalities J. Jesus! Weā€™re all friends here.ā€
ā€œI just donā€™t want the others to know, they may not be as understanding as you.ā€
ā€œNo can do, but you can tell emā€™ yourself. Alright men, get on down here!ā€
In all my years Iā€™d never had to explain myself to anyone up until that point. I guess that day my number was up but I never knew just how understanding people, normal people could be. Iā€™d always lived around the supernatural in Paris, didnā€™t interact much with the normal people I saw in the streets every day, I didnā€™t have to. Iā€™d always assumed there was a reason for that but in the moment I realized there wasnā€™t, not really. Iā€™d just avoided normal people because I feared what theyā€™d think if it came out that I wasnā€™t like them.
Of course There were some of the men that objected toā€¦ what I was. Most of them took after Marsh though. They didnā€™t really care what I was, Iā€™d proven to them I was a good person and thats all that mattered. I just wish theyā€™d been right about me back then because the truth was I still hadnā€™t learned to care, not really. Even the ones who objected came around eventually and that night Marsh finally came clean to me about why exactly he was so accepting.
According to him heā€™d always assumed there was more out there, things beyond human that lived on the fringes of society. Even he always thought he sounded crazy. I was the proof he needed to convince himself he wasnā€™t. Marsh also told me what we were really doing with the scientists. Both Frank and Stein researched the supernatural, their projects were as secret as secret could be. Marshā€™s interests and theories, as personal as he tried to keep them showed up in his file somewhere. The higher ups had handpicked him for this mission because of it. The official story was that Frank had been captured but in reality he defected to further his own research with a like minded individual. Our mission was really to force Frank back into the fold and take Stein along with him.
The more he talked the more I could tell his heart was fully committed to this mission and the final assault tomorrow. Iā€™d never seen someone soā€¦ alive. In my extremely long life I donā€™t think Id ever felt that kind of conviction myself. So I promised him Iā€™d have his back tomorrow no matter what.
Morning broke and with it our assault began. Intel on the German defenses was shoddy at best but we never expected what weā€™d actually run into. At least three times our number acted as guards so a distraction was in order to give us a window of entry. A few of the men would handle the distraction ā€œhowever they saw fitā€ to quote Marsh. Then Marsh and I would make our way into the compound itself and the rest of the platoon would cover us.
For what its worth most of the plan went off without a hitch. A tremendous explosion signaled Marsh and I to press the advantage and rush the confused soldiers that lay in front of us. Some actually turned and ran from me, apparently word of my stunt in the trenches yesterday had spread quickly. The rest of the platoon followed behind us but then our luck ran out with the roar of an engine.
An honest to god panzer tank rolled out of a tunnel we hadnā€™t seen that ran under the compound and turned its barrel towards us. I almost didnā€™t hear the blast from how slow time seemed to move. But move it did as the explosion of the shellā€™s impact scattered bodies left and right. The shell impacted behind us but the sheer force of the blast threw Marsh and I to the ground, knocking us unconscious.
When I slowly came to my eyes couldnā€™t believe what I was seeing. A man dressed in red priestly robes with a matching red top hat was walking between the bodies. When he approached one that groaned out with agony heā€™d kneel down and whisper things I couldnā€™t hear to them, after that heā€™d snap his fingers. sometimes the person he was talking with would disappear other times they would fall silent and sometimes it didnā€™t appear that anything happened at all.
Just the sight of the man terrified me and I wasnā€™t sure why. It was an instinctual reaction, the second I lay eyes on him I froze up and ice cold fear crept its way up my spine. When people accuse me of being the devil this man is who I think of. Even today Iā€™m not sure what it is he does or why. What I do know is that he never looks the same. Iā€™ve seen him appear as male, female, even as an animal on a few occasions but I can always tell. The second Iā€™m near him no matter what he looks like the same old feeling comes over me.
Once my vision had finally focused in on the man he seemed to notice without ever looking at me. I blinked and suddenly he was there, kneeling over me.
ā€œWould you like to live.ā€
He rasped down at me with a voice that seemed to boom around me no matter how quiet it mustā€™ve actually been. I felt like a child again, staring at Archer for the first time. Iā€™d never really had to fear death before but here I was, sure I was about to meet my end right here. In all honestly I wasnā€™t injured all that bad, I probably couldā€™ve survived with or without this man help. But something told me that if I said no heā€™d make sure I would die right here.
ā€œYeā€¦yā€¦ yesā€
I stuttered out, barley able to form the words through the pain that stabbed throughout my body.
ā€œYou will be my instrument for one night at a time of me choosing.ā€
The man replied. I stayed silent as I stared into his eyes, trying to determine if the sunglasses he wore were tinted or if his eyes really did burn with an infernal red light. The man cocked his head as if waiting for a response to his question. Iā€™m not sure if question was the right word though, there wasnā€™t much of a choice for me.
Looking back there was always a choice, maybe I couldā€™ve survived on my own merits, found another way. In the years to come Iā€™d wish I just said no, even if it wouldā€™ve cost me my life. But thats not what happened. I nodded and the deal maker snapped his fingers. As soon as he had dark clouds flooded the sky and blocked out the sun, allowing my body to begin repairing itself. The man moved on to where Marshā€™s body lay and probably made him the same deal as I felt my body healing. Despite that, my consciousness faded again as I strained to try and hear what the man would say to Marsh.
We never actually discussed the man at all. Not then and not in the years since. Maybe that was all an unspoken part of Marshā€™s deal. Maybe both of us just wished that man was nothing more than a waking dream, a vivid hallucination. Whatever the case neither of us ever mentioned that man to each other.
The next time I woke up I was chained to a table next to Marsh. We had been captured and brought before the very scientists we were here to apprehend. There were guards around but they all seemed to be waiting for some kind of order. I was certainly surprised when that order came in perfect English, even more surprised when the order was to let us down so we could talk.
Frank and Stein ended up being quite reasonable people. The two let us stay in relative comfort in the compound as long as we agreed to stay and leave them to their work. That was all the convincing it took for me. I understand that the men Iā€™d served with were all dead and that these two were in some way responsible. Maybe that shouldā€™ve bothered me more, today it certainly wouldā€™ve. Back then I didnā€™t think the same way, they accepted me for what I was but only briefly, only out of respect for Marsh. What did the lives of people Iā€™d known for so short a time really matter? Writing this now just makes me realize how cold I was before, I didnā€™t care for anything beyond myself. Iā€™d made no efforts to find Belle since we were separated and how long had I known her, 100 years, more? I may have pretended I cared but when push came to shove I simply tried to make sure I survived.
Marsh wasnā€™t as cold as me, in fact he almost immediately reached for where his pistol shouldā€™ve been when he was unchained. It took Frank, Stein, and myself weeks to convince him that helping would be the right decision. He didnā€™t like it at first but little by little I think the scientists grew on him. The guards Iā€™d seen our first day here seemed to thin out the longer we stayed. Wether that was a gesture of trust or simply because they were needed for more important duties I donā€™t know but it certainly eased Marshā€™s mind.
I merely observed the scientists most of the time until Stein asked me for a sample of my blood. It didnā€™t surprise me that he knew what I was but for obvious reasons I was hesitant to give it to him, especially considering what Iā€™d seen so called doctors do with vampire blood. Eventually he wore me down and I gave let him take a sample just to shut him up. After that I became more involved in their research though not by choice. They had me showcasing my abilities and tested the effects of sunlight on my blood. On a few rare occasions Stein even injected it into other prisoners that were brought in, something I put a stop to very quickly. T
hat sample of blood is why Frank and Stein are still around today. Somehow they managed to isolate whatever part of my DNA allows me to age so much slower than a normal person. They took that and spliced it into their own DNA against my recommendations. The crazy thing was it actually worked. Sure they had a newfound appreciation for rare steaks but beyond that I didnā€™t notice any of the effects that combining vampire DNA with your own would usually have.
As Marsh and I assisted the scientistā€™s research however we could we both came to the realization that they needed each other to function. Stein lacked a moral compass and was prone to suggest unethical or risky procedures, sometimes going so far as to carry them out without informing Frank. Frank on the other hand preferred caution in everything he did and sometimes I noticed him personally taking and shredding requests Stein had written for test subjects, hazardous materials, or samples from supernatural entities. The two kept a very delicate dance of checks and balances. Stein ever the daring mad scientist and Frank always playing the role of overly cautious genius.
Marsh and Frank got along extremely well near the end. The two would be up at all hours of the night as Frank explained what kind of things really existed in the world. Marsh always shared these ideas of a world where the supernatural and the normal could live together and I think Frank shared that vision. It wasnā€™t possible, still isnā€™t but treating the supernatural as something other than monsters couldnā€™t possibly be a bad thing. I think thats where the idea of the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs really came from, those talks Marsh had with anyone who would listen.
Overtime one of our favorite conversations was what we would do when the war was over and we could leave this compound. Stein wasnā€™t sure he would, if his research wasnā€™t going to a man whoā€™d simply use it to cause more conflict he wouldnā€™t mind staying. Frank wanted to return home, if that was even possible and he asked if Stein would join him. Those two had also become close friends through our months in the lab. That checks and balances relationship they had made them basically inseparable. Marshā€™s answer surprised me though, he said he wanted to get out of the military and start a program, something to help the supernatural live closer to normal lives. At least keep tabs on them so that the quality of their lives might improve. I was stunned, I couldnā€™t believe heā€™d throw his career away just to chase this pipe dream of his. I didnā€™t even know Marsh was concerned with that kind of thing. I didnā€™t have an answer of my own so I said Iā€™d join Marsh and help with this program idea of his. Actually, even Frank and Stein seemed to agree with Marshā€™s way of thinking. Little did we know the war would end less than a month after our talk and weā€™d all get the chance to actually put Marshā€™s little idea to the test.
Once the Americans had come and discovered the compound pretty much abandoned aside from us we were all taken prisoner and shipped back to America. We were all interrogated and they either heard what they wanted to hear, or decided anyone weā€™d talk to about our experiences would assume we were just crazy. We were released back into society under constant surveillance. They even gave us a sizable home in D.C., it was certainly bugged to its core but thats exactly what we wanted.
Through the next year we used Frank and Steins knowledge and my supernatural nature to track down entities all over the country. We made sure that everything was discussed and planned out in the house. That way however was listening knew exactly what we were doing and how successful it was. It wasnā€™t all sunshine and rainbows though, some entities would rather we didnā€™t know about them. Others were naturally aggressive but some we were actually able to help.
Our escapades as a group of four didnā€™t last much past the first year. Mostly because our master plan of using the bugs worked perfectly. Olā€™ uncle Sam had been listening in and wanted his chance at calling the shots but it meant we became a legitimate organization, the BSA. Technically the acronym was already taken but no one ever complained and Marsh never came up with anything better.
We spent 4 years doing everything we could to improve the lives of supernatural beings everywhere. Not every one of our endeavors was a success but we did some good in the world. One such project was blood banks for vampires. While the blood that gets donated is used for transfusions and the like some was put into cold storage for the BSA. That got distributed to vampires who had come to an agreement with us to stop hunting humans for blood. Some vampires were even selected for jobs at these blood banks, under the supervision of BSA agents of course.
The more human supernaturals like werewolves, vampires, and succubi even used us to find jobs in the world. We made in roads for the supernatural in daily life because of it. Werewolves would use their strength for government construction. Vampireā€™s long lives made them excellent archivists or history teachers because they actually been there for those events. A succubusā€™s ability to understand and control someones emotions and reactions made them excellent therapists and conflict deescalation specialists. Those are just some of the fields we managed to get the supernatural involved in. While they usually had to hide their natural they were wildly successful.
Everything went well until that fourth year when I first met Baelen. He was headstrong from the beginning, the powers that be were grooming him for leadership. He was everything they wanted, he followed orders and didnā€™t question things to much. In short, he was the perfect solution to the inconvenience the four of us caused running the organization as we saw fit. But baleen had a mean streak, he didnā€™t want to protect the supernatural so much as he wanted to put them in their place. Unfortunately a lot of the research we provided had scared pretty much everyone above us who had never even entertained the idea of the supernatural until now. That meant Baelenā€™s ideas of monitoring and segregating the supernatural population were popular. So popular that suggesting culling their numbers to keep them in check and under the thumb of the BSA was an idea they actually entertained. That sentiment caught on and our orders became more and more militant.
Every time we disregarded them to do things the way we had envisioned the consequence grew steeper. Eventually Frank, Stein, Marsh, and I just couldnā€™t stand to see what our BSA had become so we left. We couldnā€™t do anything else to stop what was coming from the inside, no point in going down with the ship.
After that Baelen quickly ended up heading the whole operation. He still took orders directly from government officials and when the BSA became part of homeland security it became Chimera division. Why they chose such a stupid name Iā€™ll never know but the organization was a shadow of its former self. Before we looked out for the supernatural, tried to help. Under Baelen Chimera just exists to monitor the supernatural and ā€œcorrectā€ any issues uncle Sam decides to have with them. Theyā€™re glorified enforcers that donā€™t give a damn how the supernatural actually have it. Thatā€™s not to say some good people donā€™t work for them, people like Belle and even Marshā€™s own daughter as far as Iā€™m aware.
It sickens me to think I was a part of it though, for all the good we did maybe it wouldā€™ve been better if Johnson Marshā€™s pipe dream wouldā€™ve stayed just that. I can do a lot but I canā€™t change the past so I guess weā€™ll never know. A while ago I heard that something had happened in a little nowhere town out in New Mexico. Pretty much dropped off the face of the Earth. The only reason I even heard about it was through Belleā€™s letters. Apparently Chimera had to do some huge cover up job and decided it was better if the town just never existed. Maybe I should go myself and see if I canā€™t piece what happened together. Could be that someone else out there has it in for Chimera and is a whole lot more direct about it than me. Iā€™m just imaging it was some runaway experiment Frank and Stein got up to. I wonder where those two ended up, Iā€™ll have to check up on them sometime. This journal writing is digging up a lot of memories for me but thats probably a good thing. Write them down before I forget again. I think thatā€™ll be all for today then, why do I keep addressing these like someoneā€™s reading them? Not much point to that is there?
submitted by CDown01 to DrCreepensVault [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:40 The_Bulk_Biceps āœØFire Fly Gaming Community, Since 12/2019āœØ[Anticheat][Whitelisted]

āœØFire Fly Gaming Community, Since 12/2019āœØ[Anticheat][Whitelisted]
We have a diverse gaming community of members from around the globe. Our current game offerings are Ark: Survival Evolved, Ark: Ascended and PalWorld dedicated servers. Servers are configured to be well featured with choice mods, plugins and settings to make for a great gaming experience ran on our own in house server rack. Palworld has three servers each with their own difficulty levels. All servers have decreased egg timers relative to their difficulty but not vanilla by any means. Stamina and food drain are half of vanilla. Raids are currently not enabled on any of them due to the ongoing memory related issues. Server restarts are every 6 hrs to clear the ram. Decay is set at two weeks. The full list of setting specifics are on our discord in the palworld category.
Why choose Firefly?: ā”  Years of experience running our own server hardware. Regular backups on and off site, performant server optimizations, fast connection speeds (fiber line), minimal downtime, regular world maintenance, no over provisions of servers. We ain't Nitrado:P ā”  Admin staff who actually care about our players. ā”  Player driven game experience forms the core of our community. ā”  Starter packs available!
Join our Discord Server for all server rules, info, announcements and shenanigans https://discord.gg/R6ARSssfhp
RATES Days last 1hr, nights .5 hrs, decay time is two weeks. Guilds are 5 player max
Normal(ish)/Vanilla Difficulty Server DeathPenalty=Item, PalEggDefaultHatchingTime=15.000000,
Medium difficulty Server PalCaptureRate=0.800000, PalSpawnNumRate=1.2500000, PalDamageRateAttack=1.000000, PalDamageRateDefense=0.800000, PlayerDamageRateAttack=0.800000, PlayerDamageRateDefense=1.400000, DeathPenalty=Item, PalEggDefaultHatchingTime=5.000000,
Hard difficulty server ExpRate=0.500000, PalCaptureRate=0.500000, PalSpawnNumRate=1.500000, PalDamageRateDefense=0.400000, PlayerDamageRateAttack=0.400000, PlayerDamageRateDefense=1.800000, EnemyDropItemRate=0.800000, DeathPenalty=All, PalEggDefaultHatchingTime=24.000000

ASE Server List


šŸ§¬ Abberation fireflygaming.servegame.org:20495
šŸ’Ž Crystal Isles fireflygaming.servegame.org:20485
šŸŒŽ Extinction fireflygaming.servegame.org:20515
šŸ² Fjƶrdur fireflygaming.servegame.org:20585
šŸš€ Genesis Ship fireflygaming.servegame.org:20635
šŸ–„ Genesis Sim (Needs Valguero DLC) fireflygaming.servegame.org:20555
šŸ¾ Ragnarok fireflygaming.servegame.org:20535
šŸŒµ Scorched Earth fireflygaming.servegame.org:20505
šŸž The Center fireflygaming.servegame.org:20525
šŸŒ“ The Island fireflygaming.servegame.org:20475
šŸ‘ Valguero fireflygaming.servegame.org:20545
šŸ—ŗ Lost Island fireflygaming.servegame.org:20615
šŸ“ Caballus fireflygaming.servegame.org:20645
šŸŒŒ Zelos fireflygaming.servegame.org:20695

ASA PvE: Most settings are similar to our ARK:SE Cluster

press the ` key and copy the command below to direct connect to the servers from the games main screen

Session Name Map
FireFlyGaming Island [XPx1][TMx3][Hx2] šŸŒ“ open fireflygaming.servegame.org:7777
FireFlyGaming Svartalfheim [XPx1][TMx3][Hx2] šŸŖ™ open fireflygaming.servegame.org:7783
FireFlyGaming Reverence [XPx1][TMx5][Hx2] šŸ™ open fireflygaming.servegame.org:7786
FireFlyGaming Amissa [XPx1][TMx5][Hx2] šŸ›– open fireflygaming.servegame.org:7789
FireFlyGaming Temptress Lagoon [XPx1][TMx5][Hx2] šŸŖ¼ open fireflygaming.servegame.org:7792
FireFlyGaming Survive The Night [XPx1][TMx5][Hx2] šŸŒš open fireflygaming.servegame.org:7798
FireFlyGaming Scorched Earth [XPx1][TMx5][Hx2] šŸŒµopen fireflygaming.servegame.org:7795

Palworld Servers

Palworld servers are password protected with anticheat installed. You must join the discord to read our rules before joining.

Session Name Map
FireFly Gaming Palapagos Islands Vanilla šŸŒ“ 216.196.215.132:20680
FireFly Gaming Palapagos Islands Medium šŸŒ“ 216.196.215.132:20660
FireFly Gaming Palapagos Islands Hard šŸŒ“ 216.196.215.132:20650

Server Hardware (Self Hosted)

[h1]Server Hardware (Self Hosted)[/h1]
ASE Host AMD Threadripper 3970x 32 Core Cpu 3.2 GHz base clock 1TB NVME OS 1TB NVME SwapDrive 2TB ASM Backup Raid Array 12GB/s SAS Raid Array for Servers 256GB ECC 3200 DDR4 RAM 10Gb Lan links
ASA Host AMD Threadripper 3990x 64 core CPU 3.2GHz base clock 1TB NVME OS 1TB NVME SwapDrive 256GB Ecc 3200 DDR4 Ram 10Gb lan links
Palworld Host AMD 5950x 3.4Ghz 16 core CPU 128Gb ECC 3200 DDR4 Ram 1TB NVME OS 1TB NVME Swap Drive 12GB/s SAS Raid Array for Servers 10Gb Lan Link
Dedicated SQL Server AMD Ryzen 5 3.7GHz 5600X 128GB ECC 2666 DDR4 Ram 1TB NVME OS 1TB NVME SQL Drive 10Gb Lan Link
Backups Sent to offsite cloud storage daily Internet Bandwidth 600Gbps/350Gbps Fiber
submitted by The_Bulk_Biceps to PalworldServer [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:27 Treykays Too good to be true!?

Too good to be true!?
Hi all! Looking at this dealio - it's a P16v. 1st Gen.
Price is $2400CAD ($1750 US) on Lenovo.ca... What am I missing, are the first Gen P16v's garbage?
https://preview.redd.it/3csjc4qqot1d1.png?width=991&format=png&auto=webp&s=2a933023f6e90d993306cc4324ec83b70d3c65a9
submitted by Treykays to Lenovo [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:25 StunningVanilla7916 Creepy Neighbor

I (41F) live in Montana and a few years ago I was forced to relocate after my landlord decided to rent to her son. The community I had lived in for 11.5 years has become incredibly expensive ($787,000 median home price). Unfortunately, I was forced to relocate to another city and because of the unexpected move and associated costs, I moved in with a roommate. My roommate left to pursue better job prospects about three months after I moved in. Our unit was a triplex, so there were two gentlemen that inhabited the other units. I was never added to the lease as the property manager required a full deposit and I was not in a financially healthy spot at the time. I remained in the unit for 1.5 years on my own paying the rent and utilities.
I became very good friends with the man in the unit closest to mine. We will call the man Devin (52M). Devin was a disabled veteran in recovery. I also am a veteran, so he held a soft spot in my heart. We shared meals, hung out and discussed all of lifeā€™s mysteries, and would look out for one another. Devin had gone to treatment for 6-weeks, and I had watched his cat while he was gone. Our friendship developed over the course of 1.5 years. Devin had expressed romantic interest; however, right from the beginning I clearly informed Devin that I did not share those feelings and we would never be more than good friends.
Devin seemed to be lonely, which made sense; however, I am a person who requires alone time to recharge my batteries. I set strict boundaries for Devin as he wanted to hang out all of the time. I would catch him walking through the front yard multiple times a day to ā€œget the mail,ā€ which I believed was to see if I was outside so he could stop to chat. When I would leave in the morning to go to work, Devin was always outside to tell me I looked nice and to have a good day. I told him that made me feel uncomfortable and he should just send a text letting me know if he wanted to hang out and wait for a response. There were a couple of times I yelled at him for overstepping my boundaries. The first, I had just got home and pulled into my garage. I was on a phone call and had stayed in the car, Devin looked through the garage window to see if I was home. I was annoyed but didnā€™t really think much of it. The second, I was getting dressed in my room in the Summer, so the window was cracked. I felt this was safe as the window was not in a place that anyone should be walking by as it was on my patio at the back of the home. I caught Devin peeking through. I lost it. I let Devin know under no uncertain terms his behavior was inappropriate and that if he didnā€™t respect my boundaries, we would no longer be friends.
Last year, while I was still in the home, I had asked Devin to watch my dog for a couple of days so I could go to a family event out of state. Devin was happy to help, and I was very appreciative. Not long after I returned, I started to notice strange things in my home, but I really just thought it was me. For instance, I would be fairly certain I had locked my door in the morning when I left for work, but when I returned it would be unlocked. I would be sure I had shut off all the lights, but when I got home in the evening, one would be on. I really just thought it was absentmindedness.
Fast forward a couple of months, and my mom became sick with cancer. My sister watched my dog while I went to tend to my mom. My sister reached out to me and asked if anyone else had a key to my apartment. I let her know she had the only spare key but asked why. Similarly, she had experienced the same issues with lights and locks. I had not shared my concerns with my sister prior to her communicating hers with me as I really just doubted my own sanity. While I was out of town, I received a text message from Devin asking if I had a potato he could borrow. I let him know I was out of state with my mom who was sick. Devin did not reply, which was out of character, but I had noticed a change in Devinā€™s affect ā€“ he was more reserved and less friendly towards me. I thought it probably had to do with my firm adherence to my boundaries, which was okay. He didnā€™t have to like them, just respect them.
When I got back to town, one night I stayed over at my sister's house after helping her move. As mentioned above, I was struggling financially, so I would carefully budget and plan my weekly meals. The morning before my sisterā€™s move, I had placed three pieces of bacon into a Ziploc bag to be used later for a BLT. When I returned the following morning, much to my disbelief, there were only two pieces of bacon. I held the bag in my hands KNOWING that there had been three. No longer did I doubt myself. I called my sister and let her know that someone had been getting into my house (I ALWAYS) keep the place locked. The only logical thing that could have happened is Devin made a copy of my key when he had watched my dog in the Fall. My sister reminded me about the potato text ā€“ THE POTATO IN THE COUNTER BASKET WAS GONE!
I had enough information to be certain my neighbor had violated my trust and was no friend; however, I still wasnā€™t afraid of him. As I mentioned, he is a disabled vet and was somewhat feeble and sickly. I was not scared of a confrontation. I immediately went to the hardware store and purchased a camera that steams to your phone once the motion detector has been activated. I placed it facing the side door where Devin would enter. It also had two-way audio capability so my plan was that when Devin decided to enter my home again, I would see it and say over the camera something to the effect of, ā€œget the fuck out of my house, put the key you copied on the counter, and never try to speak with me again or I will contact law enforcement.ā€ As I wrote above, I was not on the lease, and did not want to be homeless, so I could not turn to the property manager for help and Devin knew it.
In the evenings, I started placing a jug of cat litter and a kitchen chair in front of the door that I knew Devin was accessing the apartment from, but I NEVER expected he would attempt to come in while I was at home and really, he had only taken a piece of uncooked bacon and a potato. Laying on the couch one night, watching TV, I thought that I had heard something sliding on the floor in the laundry room where the door was; but I knew there was no way he would come in while I was home. My cat was running around playing, so I decided it was probably just her and I was being paranoid because of all that had happened.
The next morning, while changing my laundry, I noticed the litter and chair had been pushed 3-4 inches. I checked the sensitivity of the camera and found that I was able to replicate by slowly opening the door. DEVIN TRIED TO COME IN WHILE I WAS HOME! WHY?! That morning, I took bear spray into the shower with me while my knees knocked. I was terrified. I felt vulnerable and violated. Devin knew that I knew now also. He knew that I had placed a barrier in front of the door. After that morning, he was never outside in the morning, nor did he walk through the yard to get his mail. I obtained a firearm for protection and did make a police report. The police officer was annoyed with me as I did not want him to approach Devin as all Devin would need to do is report me to the property manager and I would be homeless.
I am grateful that whatever he was up to was apparently thwarted. The fact that he tried to come in while he knew I was home gives me the heebie-jeebies. I wonder if he went through my underwear, watched me while I slept, etc. Since, my situation has greatly improved. I ended up moving out shortly after to take care of my mom. I got my own place again a few months ago. I will never put my trust in another neighbor for pet/house sitting again. It still blows my mind that I had some douche bag stealing from and likely stalking me. This story just solidifies one should always trust their gut. There were so many times that a red flag was screaming, and I just thought I was being crazy.
submitted by StunningVanilla7916 to creepyencounters [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:22 firewaterbadaboom Syncthing on a drone remote controller? Possible alternatives?

Hello, I wonder how much system resources Syncthing needs and if itā€™s the best solution for the following job. I'm looking for a tool to one-way sync drone footage saved on the DJI Smart Controller (running Android 7.1.2) via wifi to a laptop running Windows 11, both connected to the same wifi network. Everything should work automatically in the background on system startup without user interaction and transfer files with minimal delay as soon as they are created or modified, from the Smart Controller to the laptop (just when the DJI Pilot app gets the files from the drone during flight and saves them in specific folders on the internal or external storage of the Smart Controller).
Iā€™m a voluntary firefighter and the goal is that the incident commander can sit at the laptop and just has to click on a local folder in Windows explorer to review and process the latest data captured by the drone in real-time. Also the droneā€™s pilot shouldnā€™t have to do anything to initiate the transfer, but should be able to stop it easily.
I evaluated Syncthing on my Android phone and it seems to work that way and is relatively easy to set up, but I read that it may use a lot of system resources as it hashes all new files and transfers them encrypted. The Smart Controller is said to have rather low-spec hardware (Rockchip RK3399, 4 GB RAM) and needs to be able to still run the drone flight app plus screen capture during critical missions without stability issues and itā€™s battery should not get drained too fast. Also itā€™s a trusted, secure wifi and another layer of encryption is unnecessary; file history versioning by name and size is also sufficient (without hashing).
I came across the app SSHelper with rsync, as well as maybe an approach with ADB / wireless debugging. I have only rudimentary experience with rsync, SSH, ADB and other intricate Android / Linux stuff. Do you have any advice how to proceed, maybe even on proprietary software alternatives?
submitted by firewaterbadaboom to Syncthing [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:18 SpecificOk2359 Suggestions on Dell Inspiron 15 (16GB, IntelĀ® IrisĀ® Xe Graphics)

Iā€™m planning to buy a windows laptop, I would primarily be using my laptop for my coding, projects on tableau, powerbi and other softwareā€™s. So would really appreciate if you have any suggestion if this is the right option to go for. Iā€™m looking for laptops in $600 range
Thanks in advance!
Tech Specs Processor 12th Generation IntelĀ® Coreā„¢ i7-1255U (12MB Cache, up to 4.7 GHz, 10 cores)
Operating System Windows 11 Home, English, French, Spanish
Graphics Card IntelĀ® IrisĀ® Xe Graphics
Display 15.6", FHD 1920x1080, 120Hz, WVA, Non-Touch, Anti-Glare, 250 nit, Narrow Border, LED-Backlit
Memory * 16 GB: 2 x 8 GB, DDR4, 2666 MT/s
Storage 1 TB, M.2, PCIe NVMe, SSD
Case Carbon Black (Plastic)
Ports 1 USB 3.2 Gen 1 Type-CĀ® port with DisplayPort 1.4 (on 12th Gen Processor configured with Type-CĀ®)* 2 USB 3.2 Gen 1 ports (on systems configured with non Type-CĀ®) 1 USB 2.0 port 1 Power Jack 1 headset (headphone and microphone combo) port 1 HDMI 1.4 port (Maximum resolution supported over HDMI is 1920x1080 @60Hz. No 4K/2K output)
Slots 1 M.2 2230 slot for WiFi and Bluetooth card 1 M.2 2230/2280 slot for solid-state drive 1 SD-card slot
Dimensions & Weight Height (front): 0.67ā€“0.83 in. (16.96ā€“21.07mm) Height (rear): 0.83 in. (21.07 mm) Width: 14.11 in. (358.50 mm) Depth: 9.27 in. (235.56 mm) Weight (minimum): 3.65 lbs. (1.65 kg)*
Camera Plastic: 720p at 30 fps HD camera Single integrated microphone
Audio and Speakers Stereo speakers, 2 W x 2 = 4 W total
Wireless * Realtek Wi-Fi 5 RTL8821CE, 1x1, 802.11ac, MU-MIMO, BluetoothĀ® wireless card
Primary Battery 4 Cell, 54 Wh, integrated
Power 65W AC adapter
Palmrest Carbon Black without Finger Print Reader
submitted by SpecificOk2359 to Dell [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 20:05 TheDougmeister Setting up RAID 1 (new build)

I have tried this multiple times and am worried that I have screwed something up.
1st try: raw WD SATA drives 2nd try: booted into Windows & 'initialized' both in Disk Manager
I followed MSI's instructions for AMD RAID 1, but Windows does not recognize the array.
1) is it 'normal' for the BIOS 'System Status's to show the NVMe drive in M2_1 no longer as 'Samsung xxxxxx" but now as "AMD-RAID"? That sounds wrong to me...
2) how do I get Windows 11 to recognize the array?
submitted by TheDougmeister to pcmasterrace [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 19:57 LarryTheVassal Fellas how hard would I be getting ripped off?

Fellas how hard would I be getting ripped off?
I have decided that I wish to join the superior race, this is estimate is from a local shop and I wanted to see from the most knowledgable forum I know of if:
A. Iā€™m getting ripped off tremendously
B. If anyone of the parts of the rig are known bad apples
I know that the anti-virus will probably be next to useless and that Windows 11 has its fair share of problems. I also know that beyond a shadow of a doubt building a rig would be cheaper, but I donā€™t have the time energy or knowledge to put towards that endeavor. Anyways thanks for your time oā€™ great elitists.
submitted by LarryTheVassal to pcmasterrace [link] [comments]


2024.05.21 19:56 chr0nicsadness My family is horrible with pets

I'm gonna start this off by saying this is a vent post. It's really long and goes over all the big instances I can recall of animal cruelty happening in my childhood all the way to present, so it will be a lot of paragraphs. The timelines are estimates, but due to trauma I have poor memory involving dates when things happened, and this probably still isn't every incident, again just the big ones I can recall. Read at your own discretion.
I (19F) live with my grandparents (70M and 67F) and my parents (42 M 43 F). Due to some injuries from last year and some medical history, I am disabled and currently jobless, and in the process of trying to obtain disability, which is relevant for later.
Since I was as little as I can remember, my family has always had cats. I even grew up with some cats that ended up feeling like siblings for me not having anyone around them age to interact with until my sister was born when I was 8.
My parents have always loved cats, but I don't think truly ever valued cats. They've always been left outdoors, and eventually the elements always get them. I have never had a family pet that grew past the age 12. All of our cats have either been attacked by dogs that are also loose in my neighborhood, been suspected to have been tortured and unalived by neighbors, got sick, or got ran over, because my family doesn't care and will just 'replace" pets less than a year later.
When I was around 5, I had my very first pet kitten. This kitten was a runt, so it stayed small for a long time. It also was very hard to potty train, and because of this, they released it outside when it was maybe barely 7-8 weeks. He did good for about a month, but after that, he vanished. But there was evidence when he disappeared that there were large dog paw prints in our driveway because it was rainy that previous night, and his food bowl was dragged out in the yard, which he couldn't have done.
Also around 5, my aunt (at this time 13F) was living with us, as her mom (my mom's mom) wasn't taking good care of her and was in and out of jail. She had pet guinea pigs for a bit. My parents decided to feed the guinea pigs potatoes without doing any kind of research. One of them died. The other one was sick and anxious all the time, so my aunt decided to release it in our backyard? It was also winter. (I want to say that I do not blame her directly because she was still a child and in a similar situation to me, and my parents didn't care about the well-being of these poor guinea pigs anyways.)
And yet another story of around age 5, my dad bought the family a pet red-eared turtle. The tank was too small for her. My dad also thought it would be "funny" and "cool" to put fish in there with this turtle whenever we were about to go on vacation. She ate all the fish in the tank: Neons, goldfish, the tank cleaners, and whatever other fish species he put in that confined tank that wasn't more than 20 gallons. (Red-eared turtles alone need around 40 at minimum.)
But that's not all. While on vacation, both I and my 13 year-old aunt got baby yellow-belly sliders. We took them home, and we put them in the tank with our adult turtle. She ate the heads off of both of them. There was one goldfish left there as well, and I got traumatized seeing both the dead turtles, and seeing her eat that last gold fish in two chomps one time.
When I was around 6, my family randomly decided, "Let's own goats!" because they have a big backyard with an old shed. Well, they ended up buying a small amount of chicken wire fence and giving them outside of the barn about a few feet to move around when our backyard is fairly large and most of it wasn't being used. And we live in a residential area, so every night we had the goats, they would scream. My parents hated their screaming and started neglecting them more by giving them less attention, which only made them scream 24/7. Finally, my parents decided to give the goats to some distant family that has farmland. (We are in the south.)
When I was around 8-9, I got another cat. She was a pretty cat, but very mean and feisty. She didn't really like anyone, but I loved her regardless. This cat was too annoying for my parents to deal with because she had behavioral issues, and instead of taking her to the vet, they decided to make her start staying outside. She loved it, but a bit too much.
(Big TW: death and some descriptions of gore) One day, I had to help my mom deal with her corpse on the road. I was obviously really sad and fell into a deal depression. I also panicked and nearly threw up when I saw, because her eyeball was hanging out. It was so disturbing for a child to see. We buried her together, but I was made fun of one day by my parents for randomly crying about her death.
When I was around 10, I owned my third cat. She also had a brother from the same litter, and my mom had recently lost a cat that she did keep inside from kidney disease. I haven't had my own cat in a while, and they decided to adopt this sibling pair from the neighbors. I got the female, my mom got the male, because she is the type to insist that boy cats are better.
Anyways, I LOVED this cat. I did so much for her, and she loved me and followed me everywhere. We'd cuddle to sleep together. She was my best friend.
But my parents never got her fixed. They also never got the brother fixed. They ended up doing the tango (gross I know, but nature) and my cat had kittens a little bit less than a year old. Since she was too young for kittens, she at first didn't know what she was doing and even misplaced her first outside and ran to me while in labor with the second. I found that kitten and helped her with all 5 of her kittens, all girls also, and the kittens ended up getting close to me as well.
Of course, once they were around 6-7 weeks, my parents were wanting to start finding home for them. But they also had another idea in mind. They wanted me to get rid of my adult cat, and the brother cat as well, and we'd take one kitten. At first I was like no, but they manipulated me and convinced me a kitten would be better. I told them which kitten I wanted, and it looked a lot like my cat. But no, since they thought one of the cats might be distantly Siamese and thought it looked the coolest from it's tabby and Siamese-like pattern, they chose that one, and then dropped my beloved cat and her brother off at a cemetery, didn't even let me say bye. They just threw them away like pieces of garbage. And then I ended up resenting that kitten anyways for not being MY cat, so the family ended up crashing her as well, and she disappeared a few years later.
Around age 11-12, I somehow managed to have pet hermit crabs, another pet yellow-belly slider turtle, and two pet rabbits. My parents were basically throwing pets at me because I guess they felt guilty or something about what they did to me. I didn't end up taking care of any of them, and they all died of starvation and/or dehydration, and I still feel terrible about it. I was so depressed that I couldn't take care of myself either. And I was given animals on top of it, and I was forced to be a high schooler in school. The pets suffered at the cost of what? Why did I even have them?
Around age 13, my parents were driving me home from school, and we saw some Canada geese with their babies by a pond. I'm sure you know where this is going, considering everything else. My mom convinced me to jump out of the car with her, and she distracted the adult geese while I caught a baby one. I knew that in itself was bad, but I didn't know Canada geese were such a protected species.
The little guy imprinted on me. I loved him, he would follow me around the yard. But once again my parents got out that chicken fence, only this time it was on the side of the house, and no shed for him to take cover in (still like a few feet of movement max.) He was growing fast, and he was plucking his feathers. A neighbor noticed and told us to get rid of him or we'd call authorities. They lied and said we "found him and rescued him." I was told to lie about this narrative for years. They ended up dropping him back off at the pond we got him from about two months after we first got him. He couldn't fly, his family wasn't there. He was defenseless. I still feel terrible to this day, I know I was manipulated, but I was 13. And again, I defend my aunt and she was also 13, so I really don't know.
When I was 15, that first turtle I mentioned was still there at our house for all those years. She had quite literally been there for a decade. My parents got tired of having to clean her tank, and she was obviously too big for it as well. But was their response to upgrade tanks and the old filtering system that's been there all that time? Nope. While I was at school, he just...released her. And not in a pond or anything, you know, being an aquatic turtle. (Not like that would be better, but better than what he did.) He just put her outside, in our front driveway. She ran away surprisingly fast according to him. An aquatic pet turtle. Just released in a residential neighborhood. I'm totally sure nothing awful happened to her.( /sarcasm.)
When I was also 15, this was when the pandemic hit. I was super depressed and bored all the time. But then a female stray cat came to our house and had kittens behind a board against my grandparents house. I started fostering them and their mom immediately. I didn't know at the time that we had any no kill shelters nearby, and neither did my parents. When the kittens were old enough, we started rehoming them. There were 3 in total. 1 got a home. The other was still outside for some reason and disappeared. The other one became my pet, whom was at first the family pet. But then they decided that he was too annoying (because he was sweet and affectionate and not what they wanted out of cats which was mean, feisty, playful.)
He is the sweetest boy ever and is still alive to this day, but because I still live with my horrible family, he has to be outdoors, and he gets really scabby from the bugs outside during the summer. As soon as I can I will move out, take him to the vet, and take him out of this home. He shouldn't have to be here.
A few years ago, my sister (11F but maybe 9F at the time) got her own kitten. He ended up growing up to be sweet and affectionate like my cat, so neither her nor my parents want him and he's outdoors, so I'll probably try to take him too.
My sister now has her own new cat that's about a year old she got last year. So far she's not abandoning him since he's a mix of sweet and playful, but my parents have talked about making him indoor-outdoor, which really means "Indoor-outdoor for a few days but after a while we'll just leave him outside and let him stay there."
As a child, I was taught so many messed up things about animals. That dogs are disgusting, gross, and pets have no feelings, and I was taught that cats also have no feelings as a child, but that they are at least a more fun and less gross pet. In fact, in my parent's eyes, no animals have feelings or sentience or any of those things. They are just play things for our benefit. Because of this, as a child I also did not treat animals with the respect they deserve, and I acknowledge this. I have been unlearning so much of this behavior since I was about 13, the goose that I had was my wakeup call.
Please, I know it may seem crazy to some that I out of all people are speaking on this, but if you own animals, please keep them indoors. And with cats specifically, if they crave outside, harness train them. Buy/build a cheap patio in your window if possible. Just don't let them roam free. They will kill so much wildlife. Having to also deal with the grief of my pets killing and bringing dead rabbits, moles, birds opossums, etc. is also a lot. It heavily effects your surrounding ecosystem as well, because annually house cats are estimated to kill over a billion birds and over 6 billion mammals. That's disastrous, and could be avoided if there weren't so many bad pet owners.
Also, don't get animals that go in tanks/terrariums/cages in general if you don't have the money to get them the most spacious enclosure with ALL of their needs. Don't put fish in bowls, it effects their eyesight and shortens their lifespans SIGNIFICANTLY. In general, do not get a pet unless you have the financial means to do so AND if you've thoroughly researched that pet, get it ethically sourced, and if you make sure you have the mental capacity to care for an animal. ANIMALS ARE NOT TOYS. ANIMALS ARE NOT HERE FOR OUR ENTERTAINMENT, FOR OUR JOY. THEY ARE LIVING BEINGS WITH THOUGHTS, EMOTIONS, AND A LIFE. THEY DESERVE RESPECT AND DECENCY. NO, THEY DESERVE BEYOND DECENCY, THEY DESERVE TO BE WORSHIPPED AND NURTURED AND SPOILED BY US, NOT TORMENTED AND ABUSED! Thank you.
Also, if you somehow got this far, please read my previous story and give me advice on that one if you have the time, but if not that's perfectly okay. My living situation sucks, but hopefully things can change. I'm counting on a change to happen soon.
submitted by chr0nicsadness to confessions [link] [comments]


http://activeproperty.pl/