There are 10 levels of swordsmanship skill. Here is the explanation for each one:
- Level 10: The best swordsmen in history
- Level 9: Extraordinary swordsmen
- Level 8: Exceptional swordsmen
- Level 7: Master swordsmen
- Level 6: Expert swordsmen
- Level 5: Above-average swordsmen
- Level 4: Trained noblemen
- Level 3: Young squires
- Level 2: Child trainees
- Level 1: People who have never used a sword
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I made this tier list under two assumptions:
- In every era there is at least one level 8 swordsman. Therefore a character being stated to be the best of their era would qualify them for at least level 8.
- The high tiers in every era are at least level 7. Therefore a character being stated to be one of the greatest swordsmen of their era would qualify them for at least level 7.
Also the placements within each level are in order.
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Now here is the tier list along with justifications for every ranking:
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Level 10:
- Barristan Selmy (Equal in combat to Arthur Dayne if both have regular swords, meaning Barristan is slightly more skilled due to Arthur being a bit stronger physically.)
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Level 9:
- Arthur Dayne (GRRM's first choice for a trial by combat, meaning that he is the strongest warrior while wielding Dawn)
- Daemon Blackfyre (The strongest warrior of his day and is also stated to be superior to Aemon The Dragonknight)
- Gwayne Corbray (Stalemated Daemon Blackfyre for an hour)
- Jaime Lannister (Stated by GRRM to be the greatest swordsman at the time of AGOT, meaning he's more skilled than Garlan Tyrell)
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Level 8:
- Aemon The Dragonknight (Stated to be the best swordsman of his day and also one of the greatest knights in Westerosi history)
- Ryam Redwyne (Stated to be the best swordsman of his day)
- Garlan Tyrell (Stated to be a superior swordsman to Loras Tyrell who is already stated to be one of the best swordsmen of his era)
- Cregan Stark (Stated to be the best swordsman Aemon The Dragonknight has ever faced)
- The Smiling Knight (Had a lengthy duel against Arthur Dayne wielding Dawn but ultimately lost)
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Level 7:
- Syrio Forel (One of the most skilled swordsmen in Braavos and defeated armored men-at-arms with a wooden sword)
- Rhaegar Targaryen (Stated to be a strong warrior by Barristan Selmy and injured Robert Baratheon during their fight)
- Quentyn Ball (Stated to be one of the greatest knights of his day)
- Aegor Rivers (Implied to be one of the greatest knights of his day)
- Duncan The Tall (Defeated Lyonel Baratheon who is one of the greatest swordsmen of his day)
- Lyonel Baratheon (Stated to be one of the greatest swrodsmen of his day)
- Loras Tyrell (Stated by GRRM to be one of the greatest swordsmen at the time of AGOT)
- Gerold Hightower (Considered a worthy Kingsguard at a time when they were the greatest knights in Westeros)
- Aegon The Conqueror (Stated to be one of the greatest fighters of his day)
- Maegor Targaryen (Stated to be one of the deadliest warriors of his time)
- Qhorin Halfhand (The best swordsman of the Night's Watch and was able to adapt to losing the use of his right hand which Jaime Lannister was unable to do)
- Strong Belwas (Defeated a mounted armored warrior while Belwas was on foot)
- Sandor Clegane (Stated by GRRM to be one of the greatest swordsmen at the time of AGOT)
- Brynden Tully (Was considered an impressive swordsman by Jaime Lannister)
- Bronn of the Blackwater (Implied to stand a chance at defeating Gregor Clegane despite his inferior strength and size)
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Level 6:
- Gregor Clegane (Stated to be one of the greatest swordsmen during AGOT, though this is likely moreso because of his immense strength rather than his skill)
- Yohn Royce (Defeated Rodrik Cassel and Eddard Stark during a spar)
- Mance Rayder (Superior to Jon Snow)
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Level 5:
- Rodrik Cassel (Was the master-at-arms at Winterfell)
- Eddard Stark (Survived a fight against Arthur Dayne, although he had help)
- Jon Snow (Considered an impressive swordsman by Night's Watch standards)
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Level 4:
- Tywin Lannister (Is a trained nobleman)
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Level 3:
- Tyrion Lannister (Survived the Battle of the Blackwater)
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Level 2:
- Child trainees
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Level 1:
- People who have never used a sword
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There are a few characters who I wasn't sure where to rank such as Sandoq The Shadow and Beric Dondarrion. Where do you think they should be ranked?
Also what level do you think is the highest one a person without any talent for swordsmanship can achieve through training?

So you must have come across countless articles and posts by women on social media on this topic.
The reasons attributed to why women are happier single and opting out of relationships more than men fall into these 2 categories:

1. Women are more self-sufficient, have strong friendships and support systems that men lack
   
2. Men benefit from the emotional and domestic labor of women in relationships so being single makes them unhappier.
   

It seems no one wants to address the most important reason: That women don't need a serious/long term relationship to obtain sex, physical intimacy, and companionship, but most men do.
Perhaps a better comparison would be between an average looking woman and an exceptionally good-looking man or a male celebrity to find who's really happier single, and who enjoys the single life better. You'll get your answer pretty quick. Men are only unhappier being single because the standards for good looks and physical attractiveness in the casual dating, FWB, and hookup scene are way higher for them, effectively shutting the vast majority of them out of that market. Not because they aren't' self sufficient, can't do household chores, don't have close male friendships or support systems. These are all distractions from the real reason.
Let me put it this way: The single women who are 'happily single' are not truly single at all. They are literally doing everything that they're supposed to do in a relationship sans of shared finances and coparenting with multiple men without putting labels on it. When you say single women are happier than single men, you are not comparing celibate women to celibate men, because being single for most men means celibacy and zero validating experiences with the opposite sex. Being "single" means nothing for women.
What we are not willing to admit as a society at this point is that men face way more pressure to be conventionally good-looking than women. While a woman who's well below average looking by conventional standards with a wallflower personality and a mundane life can get on a dating app and have 1000 men willing to hookup by the end of the week, a man would need to be a tall, handsome male model with a lot going in life to have to have the same number and quality of short term/casual options.
Lets not be dishonest about this

Wade held Jasmine in his arms as he flew a low height down the long road to another section of the staryard, Tina on his back and Nathan and F right behind them in the air. Together, the five glided across the base grounds, taking care as to not irritate the aerial security during their search for the meeting room. Being outside for the flight, the group considered it a blessing that Wade's 'enhanced cooling unit' allowed his body to tolerate the breaching sun in the still cloudy sky, which, according to F, was dangerous to drones like her due to the inefficient cooling she and disassembly drones like her suffered from. Given F's physical fault, she had to fly under shady areas in order to safely traverse the base at day.
Originally, Wade and his friends had planned to walk to the meeting zone, but after running into a trooper experiencing a health mishap, the group did what they could to help the distressed officer. By the time he was brought to the medical ward by other soldiers, Wade found that him and his team would be at least a few minutes late if they kept on their way with their walk.
Deciding to speed things up, Wade, understanding the concern for performing such an effort, opted to carry the Fowleys around the base to the meeting area. Reluctantly, F decided to come along, carrying Nathan in a similar manner that Wade was carrying Jasmine. Taking notice of the time on his HUD, which read, "9:47 AM", Wade scouted for the building he and his friends were directed to. "8072" He said to himself, the number being for the building that would house the imminent meeting.
"They said it was down here, right?" Wade asked aloud to Tina before stopping himself in mid-air, the girl holding onto him tightly as he tried to speak over the growing sound of a retrofit Apache flying overhead.
Looking about, Tina nodded as she spotted the target building. "Yes, I believe that's the one over there!" Pointing past his head, Wade followed her finger to a large building ahead at his right. The structure was moderately tall, only about two stories high, with several soldiers and officers going in and out of the building. Wade smiled as he noticed the target number, as well as the big, bold words describing the building's designation. "8072, Briefing Center B"
"Good eye, honey. Hang on!" Continuing his low glide, Wade zoomed towards the building's entrance before stopping just meters above the ground, his two friends close behind as they slowed down as well. The troopers around them initially looked startled by the sudden arrival of Wade and his group, but quickly regained their composure as Wade hovered still above them.
"At ease! Just visitors." One of the soldiers declared as they identified the newcomers, who touched down before Wade let Jasmine down to her feet, Tina hopping onto the ground along with her.
Putting his hands up, Wade apologized for his swift surprise. "Sorry for the scare, we got delayed for a meeting we're invited to."
The soldier gave an understanding nod as he replied to the former worker drone sternly. "I can see that, just be a bit more careful next time, Mr. Carter. You gave the boys here quite a scare."
Wade returned the gesture in embarrassment as F put a hand to his back, chuckling at his efforts as Tina questioned the officer. "Is Mrs. J in there? She's the one who called for us."
The guard gave his reply as Wade and Tina pulled out their IDs for clearance. "Yes she is, Miss. The meeting's set to begin in under ten minutes." Checking the two drones' IDs, Jasmine and the others pulled out theirs as well, the watchman motioning another trooper over to verify the group. Once the guard finished checking the five's cards, he nodded in approval as the watchman spoke once more. "You're clear to enter."
"Thank you Sir, again, sorry about that spook back there." Wade replied with a smile as the trooper gave one of his own, the disassembly drone and his allies making their way towards the office door before stopping upon the call of a voice.
"Hey, Felice!" Wade turned to find the origin of the voice, F doing the same as the two quickly spotted a quartet of soldiers walking excitedly towards F. The disassembly drone glanced to her friends with a smile before turning back to the approaching entourage.
Wade examined the four troops as they got closer: Two human men, one woman, and a male worker drone. One of the male soldiers had short, blonde hair, and a small scar to the right side of their face. The second man bore a tan skin tone and had black hair, with blue strips that went down slightly in a mullet style. The woman bore a set of long, dark green hair, with the hair going down and over her left shoulder. As for the worker drone, he wore the standard green soldier helmet, single eye visor and all. He had no hair on him from what Wade could tell, and bore a pair of whiteish purple eyes on his visor.
As F walked over to the soldiers, the same one that called to her spoke again. "Felicity, I didn't expect to see you around here today! Where you been?"
The girl soldier interrupted his initial chatter. "Hang on Carlos, do you even know if she remembers us?"
"Aye, don't she have one o' them memory locks, or sumthin?" The drone added in a heavy Scottish accent.
F waved her hand as she replied to the group. "Easy, everyone. Thankfully I still got my memories, courtesy of my technician back at Central." Lowering her hand, F let down her usual persona as she gave a wide smirk to the soldiers, clearly pleased to see them. "Good to see you guys around here."
The soldiers gave light cheers to F as they all embraced her, the group having a surprise reunion as Wade and the others watched in surprise. These must've been F's old colleagues from when she was in the service, Wade thought. Quite the coincidence for them to be here at this base of all places.
Not bothering with the convenience of the matter, Wade shook the thought off as he and his friends watched F and her old friends breaking the hug, Tina wrapping an arm around her boyfriend as the second male human spoke to her in what the two discerned as Spanish. "Ay, who your new friends, F?"
"Oh, these guys?" F replied in the same language, quietly startling Wade and the others as they had never heard her speak like that until now. Glancing over to Wade, F motioned him and the others to come over. "Everyone, these are some friends I made in the past few days. Wade, Nathan, Tina, and Jasmine." She pointed her hand to the four as she said each of their names. "I met the boys here during my time on Ceres. Jasmine and Tina here are sisters."
The four soldiers gave various forms of excitement, ranging from hearty laughs to low woops and even a whistle from one of the guys. As F stood next to her old teammates, they each introduced themselves to Wade and his friends. The blonde soldier went first. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you all, name's Carlos, Lieutenant Marksman."
"I'm Private Alvaros, good with close-range and stealth operations." Said the tan soldier with a salute.
"Sergeant Lucia Vasquez, usually the one who leads this bunch around these days." The female warrior stated with a humorous smirk.
"And Corporal Duncan Wallace, at your service!" The soldier drone stated proudly as he saluted to the bunch in front of him, who gave warm smiles as Wade shook his hand.
"Quite honored to meet you all, seems you have quite the history with F." The former worker drone said as Carlos patted F on her back.
"Oh, we do! She's the one who took charge when we didn't! Did you all hear of the Pasting of Nola VI?" Jasmine and Tina gave nods of affirmation while Wade, not as familiar with such history, held his hand up in a questioning manner.
"I think, wasn't that the battle where the Navy just barely held the outpost in that system? From the Stryker Clan?" Wade asked as Carlos nodded approvingly to him.
"That's right, and if Felice weren't there, WE would've been the ones getting pasted!" Carlos' statement brought victorious cheers and "oorahs" from the group, F letting a blush loose as she chuckled at her team's praise of her efforts.
"Well, that's not wrong." Although she didn't want to break off from her friends and discuss the past few years since they'd last met, F remembered the briefing. Clearing her throat, she continued. "And as much as I'd like to chat about the good times, I've been called to a meeting here, as have Wade and his crew."
The soldier group gave understanding looks to F as Lucia spoke up. "Thought so, Carl here was real eager to see you, though."
"Maybe we can talk after the meeting?" Nathan proposed as the soldiers collectively nodded in agreement, F readying a smartcomm attachment before turning to face her friends again.
"We're probably getting low on time, you all go in, I'll catch up in a sec." Wade nodded in acknowledgement before taking Tina's hand, the lover drones continuing towards the briefing center as Jasmine and Nathan followed behind them.
Passing through the door, the four guests observed a short hallway, which seemed to split into two paths as they came closer to the other end. Looking to a sign on the wall above, they saw arrows pointing to two separate areas, "Primary Briefing Room; Main Lobby + Secondary & Tertiary" Going to the right, they entered the moderately active lobby, several officers walking and standing about in mass chatter. Walking over to the desk up against the wall to their left, Wade and his group waved a hand to the occupying attendant.
"Welcome, what do you need?" The desk attendant asked as Tina raised a finger to reply.
"We're here for a meeting, Mrs. J called us here."
The attendant nodded in understanding before directing an arm towards the other end of the room, where a single door stood. "She should be in the second briefing room down that way."
"Thank you." Tina replied warmly before she and Wade began walking towards the door, their friends behind them as they proceeded into the room.
The room beyond the door was quite sizable, a large circular table occupying the middle with several chairs surrounding it. The walls went up a few meters, with four whiteish blue lights illuminating the room. On the wall opposite to Wade and Tina were three monitor screens, all of which showed the USN in bright blue. In several of the seats were faces both familiar and unfamiliar, several men and women in varying styles of uniforms conversing about quietly or taking notice of the recent visitors. Standing up near the monitors were three people: A decorated officer whom Tina identified as a ship captain, and the so-called operatives, Tessa, albeit as a hologram, and J.
Walking slowly into the room, Wade gave a low wave of his hand as he tried to hide his nervousness. Noticing his shyness in front of the officers, Tina held his hand and rubbed his arm comfortingly while returning a pleasant smile to the staff in the room.
"Ah, Wade, Tina. Glad to see you all here." J stated with a smile as she scanned the group, raising a digital eyebrow as she noticed one missing guest. "Or, most of you, I see. Did F run off somewhere?"
Wade shook his head as he replied to his fellow disassembly drone. "Oh, no. She just ran into some old friends, she should be back-"
"Right now." F finished aloud as she entered the room, seemingly having heard Wade speaking about her absence. The warrior drone fast walked to Wade's team, taking a seat near them as they prepared to do the same. "Not too late, are we?"
"Not at all." The standing officer answered as the group took their seats, Wade and Tina sitting next to each other as they got comfortable. The captain examined the lot for a moment, glancing to J as he asked about them. "So, these are the ones you helped rescue from the Mojave?"
"Yes Captain, and they helped us out greatly in turn. This is Wade Carter, one of the captured drones whom became a disassembly drone before we could mount the rescue. The luckiest one, if you ask me." Motioning her arm over the others, she continued. "And there's his girlfriend, Mrs. Tina Fowley, and her sister Jasmine." Smirking to F and Nathan, she finished her friends' introductions. "And these two are Serial Designation F and Mr. Nathan, whom I've heard were once under your ranks."
The military captain gave a welcoming smile to the five as they returned the gesture, eyeing F and Nathan specifically before speaking to them. "Indeed they were, we still have records on their contributions to the colonies." Eyeing F, he continued. "Though, in Mrs. F's case, I won't blame her if she doesn't remember us. We've been very well aware of JCJenson's 'memory suppression' protocols when it comes to their DDs."
F laid back in her seat with a smug look as she replied to her former superior. "Well, my friend on the station's a good tech gal. She's... waived that hindrance from me."
"I see, that means your still with us, am I right, Mrs. Lee?" Unlike her friends next to her, F was not startled by her original name being said aloud, rather smiling proudly as she saluted to the captain. "Good to see you again."
"Pleased to be here, Sir." F replied as she lowered her arm, glancing to her companions next to her as J spoke up.
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Captain Preston Mitchell, commander of the USNV Vickers down at the stardock."
Wade gave a respectful salute to Preston as he spoke first. "It's an honor to meet you, Sir."
"Thank you, Mr. Carter. I've heard about your efforts from J, you did an admirable job back there, son." Wade failed to hide an embarrassed blush from the compliment, but it quickly faded as a beep sounded from a small device on the table. It was swiftly silenced by the captain as he tapped a button on the small, pyramid shaped timer, then facing Wade's group before continuing. "Though, as much as we could use some small talk, it'll have to wait till later."
"Indeed, we're running late at this point." Said another officer, a highly decorated member of the base with dark skin, dark grey hair and a thin beard. He immediately won the attention of everyone in the room as he spoke up. "I'm General Hugh Hood, overseer of this base. I'm certain you know some of the reasons you're here with us, correct?"
Wade nodded as he spoke to Hood. "Yeah, it's cause of those rogue agents from the JCJenson corporation." Glancing to J, the corporate drone nodded in affirmation before speaking herself.
"Tessa and I spent the last hours of yesterday evening clearing up the matter with General Hood, along with several other officials stationed here." She stopped as the middle monitor behind her flashed with a banner at the top, reading, "INCOMING TRANSMISSION", and in place of the USN emblem was a textless version of the JCJenson logo. Below the profile image was another two lines of text. "N. Jenson (Company Exec); Comms Source: Yottrite IV"
"And also told our boss about what happened here too, he wanted to give his say on this ordeal." Looking to the general, J asked him, "May I put him on?"
Hood only gave a nod of approval to the corporate drone before she picked up a remote on the table and tapped a button, accepting the call as the picture shifted to show a middle-aged man in a pristine-looking business suit on the screen.
Wade and Tina glanced to each other before J introduced their guest on the screen. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the CEO of JCJenson: Mr. Noor Jenson."
Jenson gave a pleased nod to his subordinate as he spoke to J. "Thank you for the pleasantries, J. I see we are ready to discuss our plans on dealing with this 'recall' disaster I've bore witness to on the news this morning?"
J nodded as she replied to her boss. "Indeed, I've explained to General Hood here about our efforts yesterday, and, as of recent, we've just received a message from a source we believe to be close to the company."
Mr. Jenson looked down to J attentively as he spoke to her. "Well, that's quite intriguing news, J. Do you have this message available for us to view?" J and Hood both nodded in affirmation, but didn't get an immediate reply as Jenson gazed to Wade and his friends. "...And I presume these are some of the drones rescued from one of the factories?"
Again, J nodded to her superior before explaining her colleagues. "Yes Mr. Jenson, the two drones at the front in particular were among those taken by the Administrator and their subordinates." Pointing an arm to Wade and Tina, she introduced the drone couple. "The disassembly drone here is Mr. Wade Carter, a brother to his-technically speaking-owner, the late Ron Carter. The latter helped us recover Wade during an initial raid inside the Nevada facility." When bringing up Ron, J gave an apologetic look to Wade as to show she did not mean to be offending on him and his brother's relationship. "And this is his romantic partner, Mrs. Tina Fowley. I heard she and her sister Jasmine are pilots."
Jenson looked over the two drones as his obedient employee described them to him, quietly sighing as Wade and Tina returned the gaze with nervous smiles. Once J finished, Jenson spoke to Wade. "I... would say it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Carter. But, given recent events, I don't hold fault to you for feeling frustrated at me for my... former subordinate's actions."
Wade shook his head lightly, taking Jenson's light apology with a faint smile as he replied to the CEO. "Actually, I don't. The only person I have such feelings put towards is," He hesitated for a moment, his anger at Dr. Halloway returning for a short moment before he eased himself. "..That bastard Halloway."
"The feeling's mutual, Mr. Carter. Dr. Halloway has been trying my patience for years now, especially with you and your fellow disassembly drones." Looking to J, then F, he returned his gaze to Wade before questioning him on his new body. "I don't know if J has told you of this, but if there's one truth my company has admittedly not held up to for a while, it's our quality. Recently, some of my research staff here made blueprints for an upgraded variant of the disassembly drone design. It's intended to fix several faults we expected to be nonexistent previously, most notably that atrocious cooling unit."
As a schematic pulled up on the left monitor, everyone glanced to the improved design before F spoke up about it. "If I may ask, Mr. Jenson, how big of an improvement is this new cooling unit supposed to be?"
"Good question, F. Frankly, it's supposed to do away with the issue entirely. Saves us from sacrificing enormous supplies of oil for the poorly built unit in the previous iterations. We even tested it with a repaired drone just a few days ago, and it worked flawlessly." Then, glancing to Wade again, he questioned the former worker drone on his new form. "Speaking of, how does your enhanced body feel, Mr. Carter? I'm certain it feels better to not have to-"
"Actually, Mr. Jenson," Wade interrupted, pulling out one of his canteens as he answered the CEO on his upgrades. "I guess Halloway changed up the blueprints, cause unfortunately this new cooling unit didn't cure the overheating problem. I... kinda learned that the hard way." Wade glanced to Tina apologetically, still feeling bad from her seeing him eat the corpse of the dead murder drone back at the factory.
The corporate CEO grimaced in frustration as he took in Wade's statement, already intolerant of the head researcher's actions as he replied. "...I was worried about that, Edgar always likes to run things his own way, making excuses for that 'Administrator' he watches over." Taking an agitated breath, he continued on with his spew on the two culprits of yesterday's events. "It was only because of all the very impressive creations and enhancements she and her research team provided that I tolerated them for so long, but this..." Sitting up straight in front of the camera, Jenson finished sternly. "J said the Administrator... Cyn, I believe? She was apparently something worse than we presumed originally, and I'm very inclined to believe so after yesterday."
"As well as the program tied to the Administrator, the AbsoluteSolver." J clarified before receiving an agreeing nod from Mr. Jenson, standing corrected on his placing of blame.
Raising a hand, Nathan asked about the supposed plans. "Yeah, about this "Solver Project", what do we plan to do about that?"
"Good question, Nate." Tessa replied as she crossed her arms before looking to Jenson and beginning her explanation. "Initially, we were going to investigate the other factories spread across Earth in order to get some more info on the Administrator before things get worse. But, just this morning, it seems someone else saved us the trouble." Just as Tessa neared the end of her sentence, J held up the remote again, tapping a few buttons before the left monitor shifted to show a slightly grainy video onscreen.
The video only showed a single being, a worker drone, dressed in a chrome suit and bearing a set of yellow eyes. Behind them was what appeared to be a vacant room, a few shelves holding many books within them standing still in the back. The drone's visage indicated they were filled with immense anxiety, terrified of being caught as they spoke quietly to the camera.
"I can only hope someone gets this in time, they're gonna be on me once they find out the transmitter screens are down!" Turning the camera, he showed what appeared to be a large factory room, several more of the mysterious conveyor belts like at the factory slotted next to each other. It was hard to discern every detail due to not only the window reflection, but also the dark lighting in the inactive conveyor room. Filming the room beyond, the drone continued. "Dr. Halloway's a madman, he's got more of those stolen drones being brought here and he's going to be overseeing it in the afternoon tomorrow! I've seen what happened back in Nevada, I can't take this any longer! I'm at coordinates ##.######, -###.###### Please, send someo-"
The suspicious, partially scrambled transmission immediately cut off to static, leaving Wade, Tina, and their friends with confused expressions as Tessa spoke up. "Yeah, that caught me by surprise too."
"So, that guy says they got more drones being sent 'there', but... where is there, exactly?" Jasmine asked with immense curiosity.
"I was hoping you'd ask that, Mrs. Fowley." The technician replied as she glanced to J, who tapped a few more buttons on the remote before speaking over her boss-friend.
"While the transmission itself isn't much to work off of, our friends from Comms over here managed to intercept the signal earlier, and even better, discern where it originated from." As J started her explanation, the screen shifted once more to show a large city, with one skyscraper highlighted in red as it was zoomed towards on the screen. "That scrambled audio wasn't a simple glitch, it was intentionally done so as to hide key information for us to uncover. Upon cleaning up the message, we managed to recover a set of coordinates, which direct to this structure here, in San Francisco."
Wade and his friends stared at the building in shock, examining the tall structure as it stood over the shorter buildings in the city. Tina broke the silence in her gaze. "So, this is another factory? It looks... terribly different from the one we got out of."
"Not exactly, Mrs. Fowley." Mr. Jenson answered, Tina and the others looking to him as he continued. "THAT is the Administrator's main laboratory, its location was kept on the down low so other authorities and terrorist groups wouldn't find out what the buildings true purpose was." Sighing, Jenson completed his reply. "But, with this recent mistake of Halloway's, that place has lost all purpose for us at the company."
Wade raised a hand to speak. "So, we're going to pounce on that place? Get Halloway before he runs off again?"
"Exactly." General Hood replied as he looked up to Mr. Jenson. "This whole 'recovery/recruitment' effort has gotten out of hand all across Sol. We've gotten countless reports of people being killed because of this, be it the brutal robberies here in Nevada or the bloodbath on Ceres. Even if Mr. Jenson refuses to cooperate, this has become a dire matter for us now. One way or another, this insanity will be stopped with due haste."
The CEO nodded in acknowledgement before explaining his own plans for the mission. "Speaking of cooperation, upon seeing what was happening at Earth, I ordered a detachment of our corporate starships in orbit at the time to depart for Sol in order to help with investigating the situation. They're not warships, but they are well-armed. I'll dispatch them to your authority upon concluding this call." Glancing to Wade and his team for a moment, Jenson continued. "As for the mission, I may not have much of a say, but let it be known that you have my blessing to do whatever it takes to end this madness. I don't care what you do with Halloway or any of his lackeys, or what happens to that facility down there... I want that program shut down."
"Thank you for the extra hands, Mr. Jenson. We'll make sure this Administrator is dealt with." Hood replied gratefully as Wade sat firm in his seat, Tina and the others following suite.
"General?" The former worker drone said aloud, catching Hood's attention before he made his request. "I know I'm not a soldier, but I want to help with dealing with Halloway and his grunts. After what he did, after losing my brother, I can't rest until I see that man stopped."
Tina raised a finger as well. "As do I, Wade could use a hand with those people, and given how we did during our escape run out of that place, I think the two of us make quite the duo." She glanced to Wade with a smirk as she referenced their combat prowess when flying together.
Nathan and F stood up before the latter gave her own request. "Sir, I wish to take part in this mission as well. I can also recommend Wade for you too, as I fought alongside him during the factory raid."
"Wouldn't mind giving a hand myself! And I'm sure my pal Kurtis would love to help, he's here at the base too!" Nathan added with a confident smirk, the group's determination encouraging Jasmine to stand up as well.
"I'd like to help too." She stated simply, a smile on her face as the general and his companions observed the five guests.
Admittedly, Hood knew it would be a bit absurd to allow these people to take part in an operation which would certainly involve bloodshed, especially considering most of them merely had civilian status at the moment. But, upon careful evaluation of the five, their desire to see this problem dealt with, and the fact that some of them had experience on the field...
He paused his train of thought as Captain Mitchell spoke to him. "General? I read up on the Fowleys' files when we recovered Mrs. Jasmine here, they provided service in their early careers." He smirked to the pilot sisters as he finished adding his say. "And to be frank, we need more people like them here. The records we have of them showed them to be damn fine pilots."
Tina blushed at the praise from Mitchell as she spoke to the general. "That is true, we uh... did get discharged for our... 'fancy maneuvering'."
"Sir?" Jasmine said, the general's attention on her as she added to the conversation. "Even if our flying is a bit out of protocol, Tina saved a lot of people on that starjet a few days back. I can promise you, she's an excellent woman to have at the wheel."
Glancing to Wade again, Hood took in his face, one of begging desperation as he spoke once more. "Please, Sir. My brother, the troops he brought from the Coalition, Halloway's gotten them all killed cause of this. I want to do this. I HAVE to do this, at least for them."
The good general took a deep, quiet breath, considering his decision once more before finally revealing it to Wade and his friends. "Mr. Carter, Fowleys? I'm probably making myself a fool for saying this, but you're permitted to assist us in this mission."
The drone couple contained their gratefulness in the form of ecstatic grins as Wade replied to the general. "Thanks, General. We won't let you down."
"And Mrs. Lee?" Hood said as he glanced to F, who returned the gesture as he told her, "You're technically under Mr. Jenson's authority, whatever his answer is, it's mine as well."
Bringing her yellow-orange eyes to her CEO, F awaited Mr. Jenson's answer. "F, yes? I heard Mr. Hood call you by a different name just now, I assume you have some experience with the army?"
The warrior drone nodded as she explained herself. "I once inherited the name of Felicity Lee, Mr. Jenson. I served under the USN Defense Forces before joining the DD Division." Then, glancing to the military staff near her, she finished with, "I had hoped to provide my enhancements to the Force one day."
Jenson gave a hint of a proud smile as he finally gave his decision. "Well, it seems you'll finally get that chance. From now on, even after this mission on Earth is over with, you're hereby dispatched to serve under the USN."
F admittedly couldn't hide her excited smirk as she flung a salute to her now former boss. "Thank you Sir!"
Looking up to Jenson, General Hood asked the CEO, "Mr. Jenson, how long until your ships can reach Earth?"
Jenson glanced down at his communication console as he answered the military leader. "At max speed, their Ion drives should be able to bring them into orbit in as little as one to two days. I believe there should be some ships within the system that could help as well."
"Signal them when you can, Mr. Jenson. We could use all the help we can get from them." The CEO nodded to Hood as he stood firmly to the viewer, the general turning to face Wade and his colleagues. "And Mr. Carter? We'll be mobilizing our forces immediately after this meeting concludes. It'll be a minute, but I want you to gather whatever items and belongings you'll need for this operation. Be ready to head to the flight pads in no more than three hours."
"Understood Sir!" Wade said with a salute, Tina, Jasmine and Nathan giving their own as Jasmine raised a finger.
"What about the area around the lab? That place looks like it's in the middle of the city."
J raised a finger as she told Jasmine and the others about their resolution of the civilian obstacle. "Shortly after reporting our findings on the transmission, Hood told us that they were sending in some teams to clear out the civilian population within several miles of the facility. Once we get there, it should be of no concern."
Jasmine sighed in relief as Tina spoke up. "So the people should be safe from any sort of danger?"
"Correct, Mrs. Tina." Preston answered before continuing. "Given the resistance Halloway and his men showed during the Coalition's raid, they most certainly won't hold back there."
"One more thing, Sir." Nathan asked. "The Coalition's going to help us out with this too, right?"
"You can count on it, Mr. Nathan." The Vickers' captain replied as he looked to J, then to Jenson as he spoke further. "I met the leader of the Coalition's detachment working with us when I was introduced to J and Mrs. Elliott here, they intend to see this conflict finished. I highly doubt they're willing to sit back and let us do this by ourselves."
"And their help will be much appreciated." Hood added, everyone's attention returned to him as he looked to Tessa, curious eyes scanning her holographic form. "And Mrs. Elliott, if I may. Do you mind heading down here to assist us in our investigations later on?"
"Funny you say that, General. I'm almost done with my own snooping around on the JCJ up in orbit, Cyn has some small departments of hers aboard, and I thought I'd gather some more intel before coming down." Glancing to Mr. Jenson, she saw him giving an understanding nod before returning her gaze to the military staff. "I should be down there by the evening, judging by where you're located."
"Do what you must, Mrs. Elliott. We could use whatever you find." Hood replied firmly as he turned once more to the JCJenson CEO. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Jenson. We will get to the bottom of this."
"It's my pleasure, General." Glancing to J and Tessa, he spoke to them once more. "J? Contact me when you've finished with Halloway and his Administrator."
"It'll be done, Mr. Jenson." The obedient servant answered before saluting firmly, receiving a final nod from her boss before he ended the transmission.
With their off-world guest out of the way, Hood looked to Wade and his friends, J, Tessa and Captain Mitchells sharing the gaze with them as the general spoke to them in finality. "Well, you know what comes next everyone. You're all dismissed for now. And remember, landing zone by 1300."
"We'll be there Sir." Wade said with a nod as he and his friends stood up, pushing in their chairs before making their way out to the door.
As they neared it, Wade stopped for a moment as they heard Hood call to one of his friends. "And F?" The soldier drone looked to the general as he continued. "Before we depart, would you mind changing your uniform? I believe it could help with identifying you from the other disassembly drones more easily." Glancing to J, then back to F, he finished with, "I recall hearing about the most formidable drones having clones prepared, yes?"
"Correct, Sir. I'll stop by the nearest barracks while I can." F replied before turning back to the door with her colleagues, Wade opening the door for them all as they passed through. After them, Wade passed through himself, shutting the door to the meeting room as he returned to the lobby.
Walking about together, F spoke to Wade and the others. "Well, that went smoothly. I'll be heading down to the barracks, then head over to your place to help out."
"Actually," Wade replied, raising a finger up as he asked his fellow murder drone, "You think you could bring your friends over? We could get to know each other while we're getting ready."
F glanced to Nathan with a smile before returning her eyes to Wade. "I could see about that. You're gonna like them, I can promise you that."
Taking Tina's hand, Wade walked with his girlfriend alongside Jasmine and the others, nearing the hallway they came through as they prepared for the walk back to the apartment.

Finding a non-feminist woman in 2024 seemed impossible… until Hinge saved my dating life.
Hello 🙋‍♂️ Little success story here. I am 31 and politically align as a moderate. (No, Reddit, that doesn’t mean I am a Conservative.) I wanted a traditional, good-hearted woman who respects traditional feminine and masculine roles, who will step into my frame and complement my life. This is a tall order in a major progressive city in 2024.
Some women want a tall man or a guy earning six figures. Well, a traditional family is simply what I wanted. I know this because I have spent most of my life courting girls who simply aren’t what I want. It's been incredibly bumpy with a lot of tears. In the last year alone, I must have been on dates with over 50 women, 10 of which turned into something more. Some were from Hinge, some from speed dating (which I highly recommend if you are more charismatic than pleasing looking like myself).
It got to the point where I was fed up. Date after date, yeah, a lot were subjectively beautiful, but they just weren’t doing it for me. Or when they did do it for me, there was always a bombshell she dropped: either an incurable STI, completely opposing political values, or she had two children. Or, of course, she was not feeling me. There was always something, and none of these 30+ women had the appreciation of traditional values I was looking for. All identified themselves as feminists, and my last three girlfriends have been far-left-leaning social justice warriors who disagreed with my views on pretty much everything. I tried dating some conservative women to see how that was, and well, let’s just say never again. 😂
I realized I needed to get proactive, hone in, and get specific about what I wanted and didn’t want, even if it seemed like an incredibly tall order.
My list was something like:
Slim athletic figure Beautiful smile No kids (but wants kids) No tattoos Respects traditional values Culinary skills Agrees men are success objects, women are beauty/emotional objects Not politically charged Caring, loving, trustworthy, understanding Great at sex Wouldn’t mind dating a guy who’s currently earning under average, who’s a little chubby, short, and whose teeth are slightly stained yellow and brown I know, right? Seems like I am dreaming. So I decided to not actively swipe like a madman because I was burnt out. I just swiped now and again and focused on my mission/purpose in life for a few months.
And the results were insane. It’s like what your mind focuses on, you attract.
I found the loveliest, most respectful, beautiful woman with every single thing on that list. She has a genuine burning desire for me, and we are now official. This happened three months after I made that list. It subconsciously hyper-focused my energy.
So yeah, even if you feel like what you want doesn’t exist or will never be interested in you, just keep going and never give up. You know most people out there are probably not a good match for you as a life partner, but some are.
And again, despite what you guys might think, I am not a conservative, I am not red-pilled, I am not a bigot or a racist, and I strive for an equal quality of life for everyone. I just know what I want, and clearly, that paid off.
Thanks for reading my success story. Have a blessed day, all.
Happy swiping!

I’ve noticed for a while that most of the best rockstars/musicians have been short/under 6’, specifically the men.
Prince- 5’2 Willie Nelson- 5’6 Bob Dylan-5’7 Axyl rose- 5’9 (this is average height however I’m including those under 6’ so that includes the 5’9 and 5’10 guys too) Elton John-5’8 Jimi Hendrix- 5’10 Michael Jackson- 5’10 James Brown- 5’6 Bruno mars- 5’5 Kendrick Lamar- 5’5 (I didn’t know he and Bruno mars were the same height!) Ray Charles- 5’9 Ice cube- 5’8 Eminem- 5’8 Doug E fresh- 5’8 Slick Rick- 5’7 Tupac- 5’9 (I always thought he was like 5’7..people who have met him in real life said he was way shorter than 5’9..I’ve seen many say he was actually around 5’6) Eazy E- 5’3 Daron Malakian-5’7 Serj tankian-5’10 John dolmayan-5’9 Little Richard-5’10 Angus and Malcolm young- 5’2-5’3 Freddy mercury- 5’10 Bob Marley- 5’7 Neal Schon-5’9 Ne-yo-5’8 Usher-5’8 Omarion-5’6
There’s a lot more. Of course there’s a lot of tall great musicians too however there’s more shorter ones. There should be a study done on this..anecdotally I also notice as a fellow band kid that a lot of the boys in band are shorter as well. Are height and artistic intelligence connected slightly? Maybe shorter men have to focus more on creativity and things they are good at because they don’t have automatic advantages in society? It would be an interesting study.

My fraternity is living with am infestation but we don't have the money to properly handle it.
A little background.
My fraternity moved into a large chapter facility that was previously occupied by a sober living home for men. This house was built in the 1970's, 3 stories tall, has 22 sleeping quarters, sits on over an acre of land, and has had 50 recovering addicts living there for the better part of 2 decades.
We moved in last September, and the house is in rough shape to say the least. It is obvious very little has been done in terms of repairs, maintenance, or just general upkeeping in the last 20 years. We discovered black mold upon move in, and within a week had a seen our first field mouse. The concerning part was that we would see them in broad day light (sometimes as early as 11am) scurrying through the kitchen while multiple people were in there talking and moving around. This level of brazenness raised some alarms for me immediately.
Basically, nothing was done for many months besides half-assing some shitty mouse traps around the house. The frat brother in charge of the house continued to downplay the situation, and our alum housing corporation is low on money due to lengthy legal battles over the deed (long story).
I'm saying all this to set the stage that I believe there are thousands of mice living in our house walls.
It has gotten to the point that brothers cannot sleep because when the lights are out the mice will be active in their room. Our pantry has unlimited food, and we often find rice scattered across the floor with concerning amounts of feces. There is SO much access to food (its frat house - and a shitty house so no one respects it). There was literally a point where a brother left 162 kraft singles outside in our grill area and no one threw it away for a couple weeks. Brothers will often have to chase the mice away from their food in the pantry, they are brazen and always active. We even had a brother be able to shoot one and kill it with an airsoft gun as it was just sitting atop his dresser. On top of that after a brief scan of the house you would understand that this place is built like a mouse paradise. There is so much space between the walls and everything is connected. Exposed piping networks with holes to lead them into other parts of the house. Lots of open are between walls. I believe their system could be disturbingly vast.
We have already found one nest because it was in a closet in our laundry room, which is connected to the pantry, and it also a frequented spot by our residents, so who knows whats in the walls.
Long story short, winter has come and passed since we moved in and things continue to get worse, due to the abundance of food and warmth. I believe this house has a serious infestation, and I do not think we will get real help that we need. Once an exterminator starts putting holes in the wall, I think we will find a concerning amount of black mold (we have already found spots of it, and some rooms aren't occupied because of how bad they are). This I would imagine will end up costing tens of thousands of dollars to solve, as I think the issue has became so bad that the whole or most of the house will need to be stripped to the studs. This is money our chapter doesn't have and our housing corp isn't willing to pay. Not to mention we have 20 brothers with signed leases for this August.
We have used exterminator traps and they kill them faster then we can replace the traps, but I think its too little too late. There was a mouse problem when we moved in and the enviroment we created for them is Eden.
Sorry for so much yapping, but I felt its a somewhat unique situation given the size of the home and how bad this infestation could really be. We are concerned for our health, and are questioning if parents will actually let their kids live here when they come to move in in August.
I am asking for advice and input. Since we probably cannot go the exterminator route due to the fact the house will probably be condemned when whats hiding in those walls comes to light, we are in a situation where we basically need a bucket to fix a sinking boat. What are some traps that can kill a lot of mice? How do we go about battling an infestation of this size? Is mold-x paint effective at protecting us against what is surely festering within the walls? Is it too far gone?
We are just college kids who are in over their heads and need some advice.
Thanks.

Why being transgender is not a sin, by MARK WINGFIELD NOVEMBER 9, 2018

Link to original post: https://baptistnews.com/article/why-being-transgender-is-not-a-sin/#.YYk6tE7MK72
I recently met a lovely young family in the northern suburbs of Dallas. They told me they previously attended a large Baptist church there – until their high school son became their daughter.
The mother was committed to her volunteer work in the church, and when she told the pastor who supervised that ministry area that her child was transgender, the pastor said: “That’s fine. We love everybody here. But it’s still a sin.”
“Blah, blah, blah, but….” Whatever comes after the “but” always negates whatever nice things were said in the first part of the sentence. Beware of the “but.”
Some would look kindly on the suburban pastor’s response because, after all, the pastor didn’t kick the family out of the church or condemn the teenager straight to hell. But.
Even among Christians who appear kind or progressive, too often the existence of someone who identifies as transgender gets chalked up to “sin.” No doubt that’s the root reason so many Christians happily pile on against transgender persons and their family members about bathrooms and schools, because in their heart of hearts, they don’t understand transgender identity and simply default to thinking it is a sinful lifestyle choice.

I think we all can agree that a “sin” is something we do that we shouldn’t do, something we have a choice about. If I eat an entire half-gallon of ice cream, I am likely guilty of the sin of gluttony. I didn’t have to eat the ice cream. If I fixate on why other people are more athletic and agile than me in my mid-life body, I probably am guilty of the sin of envy. There is a way for me to redirect my thoughts to avoid envy.
The same is not true of transgender identity. Emphatically and conclusively, this is not a choice. It is who a person is. Did you choose to have red hair? Did you choose to be tall or short? Did you choose to have the genetic markers you have? Of course not. Transgender persons are simply acknowledging that the gender identity assigned to them at birth because of physical anatomy does not match the brain, biochemical and genetic gender identity they know inside.
Since writing a column two years ago about understanding transgender identity – an opinion article that has been read more than 1 million times and led to giving a TED Talk on the same subject – I have conversed with hundreds of transgender persons and family members of transgender persons. That’s not just ministerially speaking. It really has been hundreds. Every one of those transgender persons has told me that they knew from their earliest awareness – from the time they were 4, 5 or 6 years old – that the gender anatomy they showed on the outside did not match who they knew they were on the inside.
There is an increasing body of scientific evidence to back up this assertion. For example, a 2008 study published in the Archives of Sexual Behavior found that female fetuses with increased prenatal exposure to androgens are more likely to have gender nonconforming behaviors. Researchers – including some theologically conservative ones – point to environmental factors that may be responsible for what appears to be an increase in transgender identity through endocrine disruption beginning in the 20th century. This is linked to industrialization, development of new chemicals and medicines.
But these environmental factors only explain an increase, not the presence of transgender identity, which has been documented for centuries. The American Academy of Pediatrics (not to be confused with a small association of conservative pediatricians often cited by critics of transgender rights) recently released a new policy statement explaining that variation in gender identity is a normal part of human diversity. For an excellent, lay-friendly description of the emerging science of transgender identity, look to this report from Harvard University.

I could quote chapter and verse for study after study, and that would not change the minds of some people who are determined to label as sinful anything they do not understand, usually because “the Bible says so.” In these cases, I ask people to tell me where in the Bible being transgender is condemned as sinful. The only answer usually offered is Deuteronomy 22:5, which says: “A woman shall not wear a man’s apparel, nor shall a man put on a woman’s garment; for whoever does such things is abhorrent to the Lord your God.”
Here’s the problem with even a literal reading of that passage: Transgender persons will tell you they are not “men” putting on “women’s” clothing or “women” putting on “men’s” clothing. Instead, they are declaring an identity much deeper than clothing; they are saying that they are dressing outwardly to match who they know they are on the inside. This is not cross-dressing, which is not the subject of this column. Cross-dressing is about finding pleasure in wearing certain clothes. Being transgender is about finding mental and spiritual peace by aligning outward presentation with inner being.
Occasionally, people will point to Genesis 1:27 as a condemnation of transgender identity: “male and female he created them.” Most transgender persons will tell you they believe God has, in fact, created them as either male or female; the problem is how they have been labeled by others who are not God.
Some people today identify as “gender fluid,” meaning they find in themselves bits of both male and female identity and cannot definitely say they are one or the other. While this may sound unsettling to some of us on first hearing, a return to Genesis might help. There we also learn that God created both “night” and “day” and that God separated “land” from “sea.” Yet we have no problem understanding the existence of dawn and dusk or marshes and everglades. Also, the point of Genesis 1 is inclusion, not exclusion. The ancient text tells us that God created everything: “and,” not “or.”
The other lesson we need to keep learning from Genesis is that all humanity is created “in the image of God.” Everybody. Without exception. When we look at others who are different than us and try to see in them the image of God, we gain new understanding and empathy.
Sometimes well-meaning Christians get this part but still can’t get over the “sin” label. So they will say things like, “All of us are sinners in God’s eyes, and it’s just that my sin is different than your sin.” That’s another way of saying, “I love you, but….”
There’s an easy way to remember why this is wrong: Transgender identity is about who a person is. It is about their fundamental being as humans created by God in God’s image – an image that God has declared to be good.

Im 22 years old not tiny short slim fit body but i am Tall and in proportionate, so im thinking on doing either my class 2 or 3 imca dive ticket. Keep in mind i have never dived before in my life only went snorkeling once as well and occasionally in an aquarium shark tank diving but literally just a little bit under water. I tho am very good at swimming and i learn quickly. But basically overall this is a mens industry, i though believe woman can do anything men can do they just need to work a little bit harder because of most men are stronger then woman. But Do woman actually get jobs as easily especially if you only have experience from just the course and nothing before that? And also internationally wise some countries or companies dont take woman or accept them well so i have heard, not sure if its true or not but For me once i set my mind on something i do it fully and right but is it worth it to start a course? Im really intrigued already of what i have red on the internet and heard in person from a few men in the industry that i know. I have googled as well this question and have seen there is a few woman in the industry but mostly first joined the navy or had a trade before joining which i dont have. Some places that i have done my research on do take woman for the courses but others i have heard is also just a money scheme thats why asking here is better for me then asking a company and they only see cash flow,really like some feedback or tips from you guys,i appreciate it a lot

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Name and House: Harwin Harroway
Age: 26
Cultural Group: Andal
Appearance: Harwin is built tall and strong, like the Warrior himself. He is handsome and he knows it well, with a smile that could win wars and capture hearts. Women want him, men want to be him, and most want to slap him.
Trait: Champion
Skill(s): Swords (e), Andal Knight (e), armoured.
Talent(s): Fishing x3
Negative Trait(s): N/A
Starting Title(s): Ser, Heir to Harroway's Town
Starting Location: Celebrations
Alternate Characters: N/A

Biography

Born 1 year before the conquest as the son and heir of Lord Godric Harroway, the young heir was raised with an idea of self and the Riverlands. From an early age, Lord Godric instilled in Harwin the idea of the Riverlands and her people, and their plight. While this was intended to grant the young heir a sense of purpose and indentity unimpeded by dragon's, all it did was produce within the young boy the idea of being a hero and a saviour.
It did not take long for him to pick up the sword and begin his training for knighthood and leadership. Something that he found himself to be rather proficient at, to say the least. He enjoyed his time in the training yards, and more importantly than that, he enjoyed the taste of victory. To him, there was no greater affirmation of his glory and his ability than that. And, given how quickly he was picking it up, maybe there was something to that idea of being a hero. Perhaps the Seven themselves were smiling down upon him, and the Warrior his patron.
As he grew older, these ideas only grew more prevelant. Growing into a handsome, strong young man only affirmed his arrogance, that he was the most interesting and gifted man on the continent. That Harwin Harroway was a name that would echo throughout the Kingdoms and beyond. And, who knows, perhaps he will be right in that regard.

Timeline

1 BC - Harwin is born.
3 AC - Roslin Harroway in born.
8 AC - Harwin begins his training.
14 AC - Harwin becomes a squire for his father.
18 AC - Harwin is knighted.
25 AC - Harwin arrives at the celebrations.

Family

Family Echo

AC

Name and House: Roslin Harroway
Age: 22
Cultural Group: Andal
Appearance: Meek and bookish, Roslin is fairly unassuming in terms of appearance; and she likes it that way.
Trait: Erudite
Skill(s): Medic (e), scholar
Talent(s): Fishing x3
Negative Trait(s): N/A
Starting Title(s): Scion of House Harroway
Starting Location: Celebrations

Hi everyone! So, i have been expanding my annotations on dates of events of ASOIAF in my AU and i just wanted to share my current list of dates.
Things to keep in mind:
1: WIP. I will only start this fic when i end my current one.
2; Is a AU that changes a lot of things, like: title names, shorter timespan, Valyria was a Empire, different marriages, it is a Rhaegar Wins AU, dragons never died out (but also never were super numerous, so there is dragons from canon that were hatched only later on and some are still alive by 298 AC). So, it is quite different, but still similar for future readers.
3: I have a Family Tree for this AU! Link in the comments.
So... the Timeline. Any questions? Let me know!
First Men Invasion - 2562 BC
The Grey King kills Nagga and becomes the High King of the Ironborn - 2380 BC
Children of the Light come to Valyria - 2262 BC
Rise of House Shell as Kings of the Broken Arm - 2233 BC
The Long Night - 2203 BC - 2198 BC
Arthur Fisher proclaims himself as King of the Riverlands after receiving the sword Avalon from a lake - 2185 BC
King Garth I Gardener's War for Mandervale and the Cockleswhent surrender - 2180 BC - 2175 BC
The Grey King dies - 2180 BC
King Garth II Gardener's War for Misty Islands - 2167 BC - 2160 BC
King Garth II Gardener's War for Blueburn - 2155 BC - 2151 BC
King Garth II Gardener's War for Coldmoat - 2147 BC - 2143 BC
King Garland I Gardener's War for Bitterbridge - 2140 BC - 2135 BC
King Garth III Gardener annexes Red Lake - 2117 BC
King Garth III Gardener annexes Old Oak - 2114 BC
King Garth III Gardener annexes Goldengrove - 2107 BC
Andahar (High Septon I) receives a vision from the Seven and founds the religion - 2107 BC
Hugor Sunderchane converts to the Seven - 2103 BC
Andahar (High Septon I) is executed and Hugor Sunderchane starts a Holy War against the Clans in revenge - 2100 BC
Kings Garth IV and Meryn II Gardener's War for Torrentpeak - 2099 BC - 2092 BC
The High Empire of the Andals is founded by High Emperor Hugor I Sunderchane - 2093 BC
House Mudd inherites the titles of House Fisher - 2087 BC
King Meryn II Gardener's War for Tumbleton - 2086 BC - 2081 BC
King Varald II Mudd conquers Blackwood Vale - 2055 BC
Urras Greyiron becomes High King of the Iron Islands - 1980 BC
Durrandon Conquest of Tarth and Doom of Morne - 1904 BC - 1902 BC
King Garland II Gardener annexes the South Reach - 1864 BC
King Monfryd I Durrandon conquers Duskendale - 1734 BC
King Monfryd I Durrandon conquers Maidenpool - 1733 BC
Maidenpool gets Independence - 1714 BC
Duskendale gets Independence - 1713 BC
Riverlands vs the Alliance of Five - 1565 BC - 1553 BC
King Domlech I Mudd conquers Duskendale - 1562 BC
King Domlech I Mudd conquers Stokeworth - 1559 BC
King Domlech I Mudd conquers Rosby - 1556 BC
King Domlech I Mudd conquers Hayford - 1554 BC
King Domlech I Mudd conquers Blackwater Rush - 1553 BC
1st Draconic Conquest - 1532 BC - 1520 BC
Fall of Aliegor and rise of Valyria - 1520 BC
King Tywin I Lannister tries to take Goldengrove by force after feeling insulted by House Gardener and loses - 1481 - 1480
First Ghiscari War - 1398 BC - 1386 BC
Second Ghiscari War - 1339 BC - 1331 BC
Third Ghiscari War - 1298 BC - 1293 BC
Forth Ghiscari War - 1264 BC - 1260 BC
Fifth Ghiscari War - 1245 BC - 1242 BC
Urron Greyiron ends the Kingsmoot - 1232 BC
Andal Invasion of the Vale - 1200 BC - 1188 BC
First Sarnori War - 1176 BC - 1173 BC
Andal Invasion of the Riverlands - 1172 BC - 1066 BC
Andal Invasion of the Stormlands - 1168 BC - 1065 BC
Second Sarnori War - 1166 BC - 1161 BC
Andal Invasion of the Dorne - 1065 BC - 1050 BC
Andal Invasion of the Westerlands - 1161 BC - 1134 BC
Third Sarnori War - 1148 BC - 1142 BC
Andal Invasion of the North - 1146 BC - 1133 BC
Andal Invasion of the Reach - 1129 BC - 1111 BC
Forth Sarnori War - 1117 BC - 1115 BC
Andal Invasion of the Iron Islands - 1105 BC - 1087 BC
Fall of House Greyiron - 1087 BC
Fall of House Mudd - 1066 BC
King Edmure I Tully creates Riverrun (region previously disputed between Blackwoods and Brackens) - 1066 BC
King Alyn I Blackwood wins Trial by the Seven and House Blackwood remains faithful to the Old Gods - 1066 BC
Conversion of House Toland, Fall of House Tor and Rise of House Jordayne - 1063 BC
Fall of House Shell and Rise of House Martell - 1062 BC
Fall of House Grace and Rise of House Allyrion - 1061 BC
Fall of House Brim and Rise of House Uller - 1059 BC
Conversion of House Dayne - 1056 BC
Conversion of House Blackmont - 1055 BC
Conversion of House Fowler - 1053 BC
Conversion of House Yronwood - 1050 BC
First Rhoynish War (First Turtle War) - 1041 BC - 1035 BC
Second Rhoynish War (War of Three Kings) - 1017 BC - 1014 BC
Benedict Rivers takes Avalon from the ground and founds House Justman - 1007 BC
Third Rhoynish War (Second Turtle War) - 999 BC - 993 BC
Forth Rhoynish War (Fisherman's War) - 975 BC - 966 BC
Fifth Rhoynish War (First Salt War) - 949 BC - 945 BC
Riverlands vs the Alliance of Five - 949 BC - 939 BC
King Benedict II Justman conquers Hayford - 946 BC
King Benedict II Justman conquers Blackwater Rush - 945 BC
King Benedict II Justman conquers Rosby - 942 BC
King Benedict II Justman conquers Stokeworth - 940 BC
King Benedict II Justman conquers Duskendale - 939 BC
Sixth Rhoynish War (Third Turtle War) - 923 BC - 913 BC
Seventh Rhoynish War (War on Dagger Lake) - 889 BC - 883 BC
Eighth Rhoynish War (First Spice War) - 858 BC - 849 BC
Ninth Rhoynish War (Second Salt War) - 828 BC - 825 BC
Tenth Rhoynish War (Forth Turtle War) - 802 BC - 795 BC
Eleventh Rhoynish War (Second Spice War) - 776 BC - 766 BC
Battle of Volon Therys - 768 BC
Rhoynish Invasion of Dorne - 766 BC - 748 BC
Norvos bends the knee to Valyria - 766 BC
Pact of Womanhood - 757 BC
Qhoredian Age - 731 BC - 566 BC
First Andal War - 726 BC - 720 BC
Second Andal War - 718 BC - 713 BC
Qhoredian invasion of the Riverlands - 716 BC - 712 BC
Fall of House Justman - 712 BC
Third Andal War - 711 BC - 707 BC
King Perceon III Gardener exiles House Manderly - 707 BC
Forth Andal War - 705 BC - 702 BC
Fifth Andal War - 700 BC - 697 BC
Sixth Andal War - 695 BC - 693 BC
Seventh Andal War - 691 BC - 688 BC
Rise of House Teague when Torrence Teague finds Avalon and is proclaimed King of the Riverlands - 581 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers Willow's Wood - 579 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers Blackwood Vale - 575 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers Riverrun - 574 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers Southstone - 573 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers Acorn's Rest - 570 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers Wayfarer's Rest - 567 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers Seagard - 565 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers the Crossing - 561 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers the God's Eye - 558 BC
King Torrence I Teague conquers Esgaroth - 555 BC
King Benedict IV Teague conquers Maidenpool - 538 BC
The Millennial Valyrian Celebration - 520 BC
The cursed line of Rowans - 414 BC - 383 BC
King Arlan I Durrandon conquers Tumbleton - 383 BC
King Arlan I Durrandon conquers Blackwater Rush - 372 BC
King Arlan II Durrandon conquers Hayford - 356 BC
King Arlan II Durrandon conquers Rosby - 352 BC
Valyrian Colony of Dragonstone is founded - 351 BC
King Maldon V Durrandon conquers Stokeworth - 326 BC
King Maldon V Durrandon conquers Duskendale - 324 BC
Battle of the Six Kings / Fall of House Teague and Dondarrion Conquest of the Riverlands - 290 BC
Main line of House Targaryen leaves Valyria and settles in Dragonstone - 114 BC
Doom of Valyria - 102 BC
Hoare Conquest of the Riverlands - 90 BC - 87 BC
Construction of Harrenhal Starts - 42 BC
Prince Horonno Qhaedar is deposed and executed by the Elephants - 4 BC
Aegon's Conquest starts / creaton of New Valyria (AU King's Landing) - 2 BC
Burning of Harrenhal and fall of House Hoare - 2 BC
Field of Fire - 1 BC
Aegon the Conqueror splits the Reach in North Reach (ruled by House Tyrell) and South Reach (ruled by House Hightower) - 1 BC
Aegon the Conqueror is officialy crowned as Emperor Aegon of House Targaryen, first of his name, Emperor of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Ten Kingdoms and Protector of the Empire - 1 BC
First Dornish War - 7 AC to early 10 AC
1st Great Tourney - 10 AC
Second Dornish War - late 10 AC to 14 AC
Death of Emperor Aegon I Targaryen - 37 AC
Faith Militant Uprising - 41 AC to 48 AC
Death of Emperor Aenys I Targaryen - 42 AC
Maegor Targaryen usurps the throne - 42 AC
Death of Emperor Maegor I Targaryen - 48 AC
Emperor Jaehaerys I Targaryen marries Alysanne Targaryen, the only child of Maegor the Cruel and Ceryse Hightower - 48 AC
Princess Aerea Targaryen marries King Rodrik III Arryn of the Vale - 60 AC
Princess Viserra Targaryen marries the young heir in the line of White Harbor - 87 AC
Baelon the Braven is chosen as heir of the Empire under the Principle of Proximity - 92 AC
The Great Council - 101 AC
Death of Emperor Jaehaerys I Targaryen - 103 AC
Conquest of the Stepstones - 106 AC - 115 AC
Death of Emperor Viserys I Targaryen - 129 AC
Dance of Dragons (DRAGONS DON'T GO EXTINCT) - 129 AC - 131 AC
Suicide of Emperor Aegon II Targaryen - 131 AC
Emperor Aegon III Targaryen marries Jaehaera Targaryen for political concerns - 131 AC
Princess Baela Targaryen marries Duke Aethan II Addam Velaryon of Driftmark - 132 AC
Princess Rhaena Targaryen marries King Lyonel I Hightower of the South Reach - 132 AC
Prince Viserys Targaryen returns to Westeros with the Rogares - 134 AC
Prince Viserys Targaryen claims his dragon and ends the political drama between Westeros and Lys - 135 AC
Death of Emperor Aegon III Targaryen - 157 AC
Conquest of Dorne - 157 AC - 161 AC
The Dornish Treachery / Death of Emperor Daeron I Targaryen - 161 AC
Death of Emperor Baelor I Targaryen - 171 AC
Princess Elaena Targaryen marries Count Aelyn I Alyn "Oakenfist" Longwaters of Nimmark - 171 AC
Death of Emperor Viserys II Targaryen - 176 AC
Summerhall emerges as the title of the second in line to the throne - 179 AC
18th Great Tourney filled with political tensions - 180 AC
Emperor Aegon IV Targaryen ends the good relations with House Rogare - 181 AC
Emperor Aegon IV Targaryen knights Daemon Blackfyre - 182 AC
Daemon Blackfyre, authorized by the Emperor, claims Morghon the Cannibal - 183 AC
Death of Emperor Aegon IV Targaryen and legitimized Great Bastards - 184 AC
First Blackfyre Rebellion - 196 AC
Ashford Tourney - 209 AC
Death of Emperor Daeron II Targaryen - 209 AC
Second Blackfyre Rebellion - 212 AC
Third Blackfyre Rebellion - 219 AC
Ser Duncan the Tall wins the hand of Princess Daella Targaryen in the 22th Great Tourney - 220 AC
Death of Emperor Aerys I Targaryen - 221 AC
Princess Rhaenys "Rhae" Targaryen marries Duke Vaemond II Velaryon of Driftmark - 221 AC
Death of Emperor Maekar I Targaryen - 233 AC
Forth Blackfyre Rebellion - 236 AC
Imperial Prince Viserys IV Duncan Targaryen of Dragonstone is disinherited - 239 AC
Princess Rhaelle Targaryen marries Prince Ormund Baratheon - 245 AC
Prince Steffon Baratheon hatches a dragon - 246 AC
Fifth Blackfyre Rebellion / War of the Nine Penny Kings - late 260 AC
Death of Emperor Aegon V Targaryen - late 260 AC
Reyne-Tarbeck Rebellion - 261 AC
Prince Stannis Baratheon hatches a dragon - 264 AC
Death of Emperor Jaehaerys II Targaryen - 266 AC
Defiance of Duskendale - 277 AC
Year of the False Spring - 281 AC
The Baratheon Rebellion - 282 AC - 283 AC
Imperial Prince Rhaegar I Targaryen of Dragonstone defeats King Robert I Baratheon of the Stormlands in a dragon duel - 283 AC
Imperial Prince Rhaegar I Targaryen of Dragonstone defeats King Stannis I Baratheon of the Stormlands in a dragon duel - 283 AC
Death of Emperor Aerys II Targaryen / Trial of Jaime Lannister - 283 AC
Emperor Rhaegar I Targaryen settles the war and takes Lyanna as his second wife in a shady way with the help of the High Septon, but the Empire is tense because of it - 283 AC
Prince Brynden Tully is appointed to the Imperial Guard - 284 AC
Benjen Stark decides to be by the side of his sister in the capital and becomes a ward of the Blackfish - 284 AC
Dowager Empress Rhaella I Targaryen marries Maegor Monford Velaryon - 284 AC
Jaime and Cersei are caught and Cersei is forced to marry Ser Addam Marbrand - 285 AC
Prince Jaime Lannister marries Ashara Dayne - 285 AC
Benjen Stark is knighted by the Blackfish - 286 AC
Benjen Stark is appointed to the Imperial Guard - 289 AC
Greyjoy Rebellion - 289 AC
29th Great Tourney - 290 AC
Princess Rhaenys Targaryen is promised to Prince Robb Stark - 290 AC
Prince Jaehaerys III Targaryen of Summerhall leaves as a ward to King Eddard II Stark of the North and Benjen goes with him - 290 AC
Princess Asha Greyjoy marries Prince Edmure Tully as part of the agreement in the Greyjoy Rebellion - 292 AC
Prince Viserys Targaryen marries Princess Arianne Martell in a Dornish Matrilineal Marriage and moves to Sunspear - 293 AC
Imperial Prince Aegon IX Targaryen of Dragonstone is bethroted to Princess Margaery Tyrell - 294 AC
Princess Vanora Martell hatches a dragon - 295 AC
King Jon I Arryn of the Vale dies - late 297 AC
Prince Jaehaerys III Targaryen of Summerhall goes to New Valyria with House Stark - 298 AC

This will be very long get ready.
I am f(21) and during the pandemic I developed this habit of going on Omegle to chat with random strangers. I did this since 2020 up until Omegle shut down. I would put tags related to being a bigger woman, such as bbw, chubby, etc. however one night I decided to just go on with no tags. So in one of the many nights in which I would drink a lot and get stupid drunk and go on Omegle and get purposefully taken advantage of sexually by strange men, I met this one guy who since then I have been utterly OBSESSED with. And I need help forgetting him. He’s this really tall Arab man who is Egyptian. Our first interaction on Omegle was pretty blurry for me and don’t remember much because I was drunk. But I do remember him asking to see my breasts and I did and he came. After that I didn’t really think about him until the next day I get a call from an unknown number. And it was HIM! apparently I gave him my number that night. Then we FaceTimed later that night and I noticed he was calling obviously cuz he was in a very horny mood. Now because i was sober this time, I didn’t really have the confidence so when it came really sexual I hung up and blocked him. I think maybe 2 days later he texted me through his work number. And for some reason this is what had me hooked. Usually when I block people they get the hint. But even though it was so minimal what he did it still felt like to me he went out of his way. And I did find him attractive. He told me to tell him straight up that if I wasn’t interested that he will leave me alone for good. And tbh I became interested so I engaged more with. We became I guess friends with benefits but strictly online cuz he lives 6 hours away from me. We started talking every night then one night he casually mentioned he is ENGAGED. Because I didn’t want to make it seem like a crazy obsessed girl which I am I made it seem like oh okay cool. However I felt guilty, and I felt jealous at the same time. But I had a reality check and this is why I am writing this for advice. It’s gonna be a year in june of me and him talking. At first we used to talk every night. Now he only calls me when he needs to rant about his fiancée or his family back home. It’s like once a week now. And the worst part is that he consumes my thoughts. And I know he doesn’t care about me like that not Even in the slightest. I even gave him 100 bucks when he was on vacation in Egypt because he was running low on money which he never paid back. That was in November we are now in May. He also told me he was going to give me a gift from Egypt never did. Yes I am very stupid for wanting a man that is toxic, a cheater. But I got so use to him and he got so used to me being there every time. I’ve tried blocking him but every time I unblock him cuz I literally have his number memorize. Also, if you couldn’t tell, he’s a narcissist. When I first met him online I was still a virgin then when I lost my virginity I told him about it, and it was a big mistake. He called me all the horrible names and said I wasn’t pure and I was disgusting and that should have lost it to him. Btw he’s 29 years old so there’s a small bit of an age gap but I like older men hence the daddy issues.
How do I stop thinking about him? How do I stop anticipating his calls? How do I stop letting him from dictating my happiness? When he ignores me for a week or 2 weeks or even the whole two months he was in Egypt I begin to be super sad, or irritable. It’s affecting my life. I wish I never met him, how am I so obsess with a guy I have never touched. The only way I can think about solving this issue is by obsessing over someone else preferably someone from the same state.
Please no judgment. Just advice.

This will be very long get ready.
I am f(21) and during the pandemic I developed this habit of going on Omegle to chat with random strangers. I did this since 2020 up until Omegle shut down. I would put tags related to being a bigger woman, such as bbw, chubby, etc. however one night I decided to just go on with no tags. So in one of the many nights in which I would drink a lot and get stupid drunk and go on Omegle and get purposefully taken advantage of sexually by strange men, I met this one guy who since then I have been utterly OBSESSED with. And I need help forgetting him. He’s this really tall Arab man who is Egyptian. Our first interaction on Omegle was pretty blurry for me and don’t remember much because I was drunk. But I do remember him asking to see my breasts and I did and he came. After that I didn’t really think about him until the next day I get a call from an unknown number. And it was HIM! apparently I gave him my number that night. Then we FaceTimed later that night and I noticed he was calling obviously cuz he was in a very horny mood. Now because i was sober this time, I didn’t really have the confidence so when it came really sexual I hung up and blocked him. I think maybe 2 days later he texted me through his work number. And for some reason this is what had me hooked. Usually when I block people they get the hint. But even though it was so minimal what he did it still felt like to me he went out of his way. And I did find him attractive. He told me to tell him straight up that if I wasn’t interested that he will leave me alone for good. And tbh I became interested so I engaged more with. We became I guess friends with benefits but strictly online cuz he lives 6 hours away from me. We started talking every night then one night he casually mentioned he is ENGAGED. Because I didn’t want to make it seem like a crazy obsessed girl which I am I made it seem like oh okay cool. However I felt guilty, and I felt jealous at the same time. But I had a reality check and this is why I am writing this for advice. It’s gonna be a year in june of me and him talking. At first we used to talk every night. Now he only calls me when he needs to rant about his fiancée or his family back home. It’s like once a week now. And the worst part is that he consumes my thoughts. And I know he doesn’t care about me like that not Even in the slightest. I even gave him 100 bucks when he was on vacation in Egypt because he was running low on money which he never paid back. That was in November we are now in May. He also told me he was going to give me a gift from Egypt never did. Yes I am very stupid for wanting a man that is toxic, a cheater. But I got so use to him and he got so used to me being there every time. I’ve tried blocking him but every time I unblock him cuz I literally have his number memorize. Also, if you couldn’t tell, he’s a narcissist. When I first met him online I was still a virgin then when I lost my virginity I told him about it, and it was a big mistake. He called me all the horrible names and said I wasn’t pure and I was disgusting and that should have lost it to him. Btw he’s 29 years old so there’s a small bit of an age gap but I like older men hence the daddy issues.
How do I stop thinking about him? How do I stop anticipating his calls? How do I stop letting him from dictating my happiness? When he ignores me for a week or 2 weeks or even the whole two months he was in Egypt I begin to be super sad, or irritable. It’s affecting my life. I wish I never met him, how am I so obsess with a guy I have never touched. The only way I can think about solving this issue is by obsessing over someone else preferably someone from the same state.
Please no judgment. Just advice.

This will be very long get ready.
I am f(21) and during the pandemic I developed this habit of going on Omegle to chat with random strangers. I did this since 2020 up until Omegle shut down. I would put tags related to being a bigger woman, such as bbw, chubby, etc. however one night I decided to just go on with no tags. So in one of the many nights in which I would drink a lot and get stupid drunk and go on Omegle and get purposefully taken advantage of sexually by strange men, I met this one guy who since then I have been utterly OBSESSED with. And I need help forgetting him. He’s this really tall Arab man who is Egyptian. Our first interaction on Omegle was pretty blurry for me and don’t remember much because I was drunk. But I do remember him asking to see my breasts and I did and he came. After that I didn’t really think about him until the next day I get a call from an unknown number. And it was HIM! apparently I gave him my number that night. Then we FaceTimed later that night and I noticed he was calling obviously cuz he was in a very horny mood. Now because i was sober this time, I didn’t really have the confidence so when it came really sexual I hung up and blocked him. I think maybe 2 days later he texted me through his work number. And for some reason this is what had me hooked. Usually when I block people they get the hint. But even though it was so minimal what he did it still felt like to me he went out of his way. And I did find him attractive. He told me to tell him straight up that if I wasn’t interested that he will leave me alone for good. And tbh I became interested so I engaged more with. We became I guess friends with benefits but strictly online cuz he lives 6 hours away from me. We started talking every night then one night he casually mentioned he is ENGAGED. Because I didn’t want to make it seem like a crazy obsessed girl which I am I made it seem like oh okay cool. However I felt guilty, and I felt jealous at the same time. But I had a reality check and this is why I am writing this for advice. It’s gonna be a year in june of me and him talking. At first we used to talk every night. Now he only calls me when he needs to rant about his fiancée or his family back home. It’s like once a week now. And the worst part is that he consumes my thoughts. And I know he doesn’t care about me like that not Even in the slightest. I even gave him 100 bucks when he was on vacation in Egypt because he was running low on money which he never paid back. That was in November we are now in May. He also told me he was going to give me a gift from Egypt never did. Yes I am very stupid for wanting a man that is toxic, a cheater. But I got so use to him and he got so used to me being there every time. I’ve tried blocking him but every time I unblock him cuz I literally have his number memorize. Also, if you couldn’t tell, he’s a narcissist. When I first met him online I was still a virgin then when I lost my virginity I told him about it, and it was a big mistake. He called me all the horrible names and said I wasn’t pure and I was disgusting and that should have lost it to him. Btw he’s 29 years old so there’s a small bit of an age gap but I like older men hence the daddy issues.
How do I stop thinking about him? How do I stop anticipating his calls? How do I stop letting him from dictating my happiness? When he ignores me for a week or 2 weeks or even the whole two months he was in Egypt I begin to be super sad, or irritable. It’s affecting my life. I wish I never met him, how am I so obsess with a guy I have never touched. The only way I can think about solving this issue is by obsessing over someone else preferably someone from the same state.
Please no judgment. Just advice.

Synopsis:
An engineer in another world—blending science and magic to achieve greatness in a world where skills and levels reign supreme.
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Ethan was just a plain old engineer, but everything changed when he was reborn into a world of skills, levels, and magic. With his advanced knowledge far ahead of the time period he finds himself in, this new reincarnated life will be much different than his last, especially because he can construct, deconstruct, and reconstruct runes—something no one else can do.
But with royal politics, looming tax collectors, a mountain of debt, dungeon incursions, cults, and hostile fantasy races mixing together into a cocktail of bullshit that threatens to bury his dreams; Ethan must bridge the gap between steel and sorcery to grow stronger. — Runecrafting is slow burn. — What to Expect: - Weak to very strong progression - Hardcore wish fulfillment - A balance of action, kingdom building, and runecrafting. - MC will trigger an industrial revolution, revolutionize magic, modernize agriculture, communication, commerce, textile production, education, transportation, sanitation, weapons manufacturing, leisure & entertainment, and medicine.
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Chapter 03

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"Business opportunity?" Jack blinked, amused. "Intriguing. One doesn't often hear a noble propose such a thing to a [Necromancer]."
Roland shifted uncomfortably.
Ignoring him, Ethan leaned back in his chair.
"Let's just say these are unorthodox times, Jack. And frankly, the problems plaguing Holden call for equally unorthodox solutions." He gestured towards a nearby chair. "Do have a seat, and allow me to elaborate. It concerns a matter of public health, and specifically, a rather lackluster product currently on the market. One common folk cannot even afford."
Jack raised an eyebrow, taking the offered seat. "Public health and [Necromancy]? This does get more interesting by the moment, my lord."
Ethan leaned forward again.
"I'll be blunt. It's the Blight, Jack. You're undoubtedly familiar with its unpleasant effects." He wrinkled his nose slightly. "The lethargy, the nausea…and the frankly horrendous stench that clings to the afflicted."
"The Blight has stages, my lord. But yeah, I get the gist. Though, I confess, raising the recently departed isn't exactly..."
Ethan chuckled. "Not quite, my friend. While your talents with the departed are impressive, I have a different skillset in mind. One that involves cleanliness."
Jack's smile vanished, replaced by a wary arch of an eyebrow. "Cleanliness? You want a [Necromancer] for scrubbing floors?"
Ethan leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "Not scrubbing floors, precisely. What do you know about the Blight, Jack?"
"It's more than a mere sickness, my lord. It's a clinging parasite that latches onto the unfortunate soul and slowly devours their life force. The early signs are subtle—a sickly sweet odor, lethargy, pale clammy skin."
Jack shuddered dramatically, and continued. "Then comes the hunger. An insatiable craving that gnaws at their insides. The victims start developing a craving for raw flesh instead. Their mere touch becomes corrupting, causing plants to wilt and wounds to fester. Disembodied whispers of the spirits torment them, sapping their willpower—they're like a sweet escape from their suffering. It chips away at their will to fight, turning them inward until they become shells of their former selves."
Ethan blinked. Jack had a knack for theatrics and being dramatic, it seemed.
"In the final stages, the body decays into a walking corpse driven by an unquenchable hunger to consume the life force of others."
"Okay, stop," Ethan raised his hand with a sigh. "Who does the Blight infect?"
Jack took a deep breath. "That's the interesting part, my Lord. The Blight only seems to affect those with little to no mana. It's like mana acts as a shield. Majority of peasants are mana-less. It's a common disease, my lord. Even nobles suffer from the Blight; mostly children given that their mana is still developing."
"So, mana is our solution?" Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think no one's arrived at this conclusion given that the Blight is such a common occurrence you'd think there'd be a cure?"
"There is a cure, my lord. But—"
"It's way too expensive."
"Indeed, that is correct, my lord."
"Regardless, our solution here is sanitation. You see, the Blight thrives in filth. The stench, the lethargy, it all stems from a miasma that festers in unsanitary conditions. It eats on people's lifeforce. And the current concoction on the market does little to combat it. There's a simple solution—people are aware of it—but sadly, it's expensive, not as effective as it should be, and frankly, an insult to hygiene."
"Oh, are you talking about soap, my lord?"
"Soap," Ethan confirmed. "More specifically, newly made soap. As soap's made with magic here, it has slight mana in it—although it's a different matter altogether that said mana dissipates. Regardless, if bought new and used, it helps with the Blight. However, we need better soap. The current offerings are woefully inadequate, and at exorbitant prices. I envision a mass-produced, affordable soap that can combat the Blight's effects, doesn't lose mana, and can invigorate people."
Jack considered this for a moment. "And why, my lord, would a noble like yourself be concerned with such mundane matters?"
"Jack," Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone turning icy. "I believe you forget yourself. It is not your place to question nobility. I suggest you remember your place and focus on the task at hand."
Jack's face turned ashen. He quickly lowered his eyes. "I apologize, my lord."
"You are forgiven." Ethan didn't particularly enjoy being a noble, but now that he was one, he needed to maintain certain boundaries.
Though Ethan had been slightly taken aback, Jack was right. Nobles seldom cared about peasants. Even less when it came to the Blight. Any and all solutions currently available for this very normal cause of death were expensive. Current brick they sold as 'soap' was inadequate, had pathetic fragrance, and performed even less when it came to hygiene. So, most peasants die due to lack of money. They couldn't buy soap, and the concoction for the Blight was too expensive.
But I don't really think like the nobles, as I am not one.
Silence stretched between the two for several long moments, and in that silence, Ethan considered the consequences.
The consequences of Ethan's plan would be far-reaching. There definitely would be a political firestorm. Soapmakers, likely well-established guilds with ties to influential nobles, would see their profits plummet and their influence challenged. They'd spread rumors about Ethan's soap being inferior or even dangerous, and might even resort to sabotage, threats, blackmail, or the like. Ethan might also face resistance from other barons who profit from the inflated price of Blight remedies.
I need to be prepared for whatever they throw at me, 'cause they definitely will.
Beyond the immediate political struggle, there could be social unrest. Slower, more expensive production methods often employ a larger workforce given that [Mages] weren't always available to make soap. There had to be a manual process discovered by the [Mages] of this world—though having tried the soap himself, it was quite lacking.
Ethan's plans for mass-produced soap could lead to unemployment among those currently making soap. He'd need to be prepared to address these concerns, perhaps by retraining displaced workers or offering them jobs in the new production facilities. Though, then again, the guilds he'd poach the unemployed people from wouldn't take it lightly.
Regardless, I need to do it. Fuck the guilds. I don't think Theo's dad will let anything happen to him—aka me now.
Theo's family was rather big. His father, Lord Alexander Lockheart, was arguably ruthless and cold, but he usually held his family's interest in his mind—knowing him and his militaristic nature, Ethan didn't doubt he'd latch onto the opportunities to make some hefty sum of money—money which he could use to fund his militaristic endeavors. The man was ambitious.
*Theo's the 4***^th child of the Lockhearts. Even aside from Theo's dad, he's got five siblings: three older and two younger siblings. Two of whom, I can easily rely on. The eldest sibling, Maximillian, or Juliana, who is the second eldest. Benson's the third child, and he doesn't like me much, so Maximillian and Juliana are my only hope—though they're kind of disappointed in how Theo behaved, they wouldn't let something happened to me*, especially knowing that I, "Theodore Lockheart", am turning over a new leaf. Not to mention Theo's mom's too soft.*
Knowing his safety wouldn't be an issue, Ethan looked at Jack. He had only spoken like Theo to make sure he could set a proper boundary with Jack. Deciding that the awkward silence had gone for far too long, he spoke with a lighter tone.
"Though, if you must know, the Blight doesn't discriminate. It cripples the poor, yes, but it also weakens soldiers and undermines trade. A healthy populace is a productive populace, one that can pay taxes and contribute to the well-being of the entire barony. Besides," he added, a sly smile returning, "imagine the profit. Affordable, effective soap for all? It would be a goldmine. I'm especially looking forward to the reaction of noblewomen. They'll be in a frenzy. They'll be begging for this soap. We'll be swimming in coin."
Which I need given the looming tax and Holden's fucked up financial situation...
Unaware of what was going through Ethan's mind, Jack tapped his chin thoughtfully. "And, with all due respect, my lord, why do you need my help? What possible use could a [Necromancer] have in the realm of soap-making?"
Ethan leaned back, a smile playing on his lips. "While your skills in manipulating life force are undoubtedly impressive, Jack, it's your less publicized talent I'm particularly interested in."
Jack's eyes narrowed for a moment. "You mean...?"
"Imbuement." Ethan said.
Ethan wasn't too sure, but given that [Necromancers] and [Witches] were infamous classes, he'd heard rumors. They often imbued objects. Corpses in [Necromancers'] case and certain objects in [Witches'] case. It wasn't mana that they imbued exactly, but something else—which he had no clue about—that let them have control over the corpse/object they imbued. But, given that these two classes were the most affordable ones that could imbue anything at all and were experts in that regard, Ethan was pretty sure Jack could achieve his goal.
That was his theory, of course. It all depended on how long they could hold the mana inside the soap. Making the soap affordable and high quality—that he could handle. Keeping the mana within it, though, and getting some decent returns? Well, that depended a lot on Jack.
Jack ran a nervous hand through his scraggly brown hair, his eyes glinting.
"What if we could imbue the soap with mana?" Ethan said. "It would disrupt the Blight's ability to feed on life force. Think of it as a sort of 'static' that interferes with the Blight's 'signal'. So, we imbue mana into soap."
Jack frowned, considering this. "That's an interesting idea, my lord. But how would we create such a thing? Soap is expensive to make; you would have to employ mages—"
"Leave the soap to me. Deal with imbuing mana instead. As a [Necromancer], you have a unique understanding of life force and how it can be manipulated. I believe that with your help, we can develop a method to imbue soap with mana that stays in for as long as possible—you are the expert in imbuement, after all. The soap would then not only clean the body, but also create a sort of protective barrier against the Blight." He leaned back in his chair, watching Jack's reaction closely. "So, what do you think? Are you up for it?"
-2-
Ethan hummed as the carriage came to a stop near the house where those infected by the Blight were being kept under quarantine, in the company of Roland. The house wasn't luxurious by any means, it was quite small really. But it had been secured to allow them to observe the tainted. Ethan exited the carriage along Roland and Jack, and soon they were greeted by a tall, slender man in robes.
"Ah, Lord Theodore. It is my utmost pleasure to meet your esteemed self." the robed man bowed. His voice was even, but there was a wariness there—clearly, the man was not comfortable dealing with Ethan, or more like, Theodore who was infamous for his... nature.
Ethan wasn't happy with how the people of Holden and everyone acquainted with Theo regarded him, a reputation that likely spread more than just this town, but he couldn't do anything about it. Logically, he'd just need to deal with it one step at a time.
"No need to be so tense... Sir Miller." Ethan briefly checked his memory to bring up the information of the man.
Miller was the head physician of Holden.
"Esteemed guest," The man was still bowing, clearly uncomfortable and unable to bring himself to stand straight before a notorious lord such as Theodore. "Do not concern yourself with trivial manners and come in. The tainted have been secured, and preparations made, so please, this way."
The man led Ethan inside and after crossing through an empty room, they reached a space sectioned off by iron grills. A group of men armed with spears surrounded the door from the outside—they were armed with spears so they could deal with anyone that reached the third stage and became a brain-dead zombie without getting near them. The tall and burly men eyed Roland and Ethan, on alert at a noble's presence.
Ethan covered his face in a mask, stepped over the grills, into the open hall with rows of beds lining both sides, where about ten people lay, most on their back. If they noticed their Lord, the people lying on the bed didn't act like they noticed anything. "Please, Lord Theodore...!" Miller said. "You mustn't get near!"
"Nothing to worry, I won't be tainted," Ethan said. He was a [Mage] after all, and unranked one, but a mage nonetheless. He looked at the patients one by one.
They do look sickly... it is one thing hearing about it, but this is far more eye opening... Sighing, Ethan turned around and walked out.
"Jack, do your thing."
"Yes, my lord." Jack said as Ethan made it to Roland.
"Roland, we need to go to the Deadwoods, you and I."
Roland appeared apprehensive but did not question Ethan's intentions.
As Ethan and Roland walked out, Jack got started on the subjects. Ethan looked ahead. Grassy meadows stretched far and wide, dotted by occasional trees and bushes. The sun's golden rays washed over the land, leaving an orange tinge on the distant mountains. To the west of Holden lay the Deadwoods—easily spotted, as it stood as an ominous expanse of darkness in the otherwise brightly lit region. A mountain range stretched behind the Deadwoods and clung to the earth, meeting the borders of Corinth.
Ethan had to admit, the place was a sight to see despite how much the Deadwoods stood out like a sore thumb amidst all this greenery. Even then, the Deadwoods held a unique allure. Ethan got into the carriage with Roland in tow, then with a light jolt the carriage started moving. It was being pulled by two horses.
"With all due respect, my Lord, this seems unwise, no?"
"It'll be fine," Ethan reassured. "We have guards with us, and I have you to protect me."
"Why, is it not better to simply let us know what you require so we may fetch it in your stead?"
Ethan smiled, but didn't answer.
The Deadwoods soon came closer as the carriage sped up, drawing near to a stretch of meadows with trees scattered every few paces or so.
The carriage rattled as it went over a particularly large bump. Ethan gave a quick glance at Roland—the man had grown quieter since their departure. Clearly, he was contemplating what sorts of heinous plans his new lord had in store.
Suddenly, the carriage lurched to a halt. Ethan poked his head out of the window and called, "What's the hold-up?"
The driver gave an apologetic bow. "There's a large rock in the road, my lord."
"Then have the guards get rid of it." Ethan's voice carried a subtle note of annoyance. He really didn't have time for delays—as a rule of thumb, he usually hated them.
"My lord," Roland said. "It's a trap. We're under attack."
An arrow slammed right beside Ethan's head the next instant.
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Morten: Jeg skjønner ikke hva rollen min som mann er.
Det er en godt innarbeidet morgenrutine. I likhet med havregryn til frokost, tur med hunden Deedee og kampsporttrening.
Før han går på jobben som lærer, åpner Morten (35) Tinder. Deretter sveiper han til høyre så mange kvinner datingappen tillater han. Det betyr at han er interessert i disse kvinnene.
Dette ritualet har han gjort sju dager i uken siden han logget seg på appen i 2013, bare med unntak av noen korte Tinder-pauser.
Jeg sveiper egentlig helt ukritisk alle kvinner Tinder gir meg lov til å sveipe. Jeg kaster ut nettet bredt for å se om jeg får noe tilbake, sier han.
Så langt har flere hundre tusen høyresveip gitt han åtte – mislykkede – dates.
Jeg er ikke spesiell Nettavisen møter Morten og hunden Deedee på busstoppet Harebakken utenfor Arendal. Mannen, som er stor i all forstand, både i bredden og i høyden, er kledd i joggebukse og svart T-skjorte.
– På grunn av størrelsen min kan jeg kanskje virke litt truende på noen damer. Å være over én–åtti, som mange kvinner ønsker, har i alle fall ikke gitt meg noen fordeler, kan han fortelle med et lett skuldertrekk på vei til hans røde tomannsbolig som ligger en kilometer unna busstoppet.
Utover størrelsen, og den noe utålmodige hunden hans som biter i båndet og vil leke, virker Morten harmløs.
Læreren i naturfag, samfunnsfag og matte, viser seg dessuten også være både reflektert og ha en rekke spennende hobbyer som kampsport, gitarspilling og tegneserier.
– Men jeg er ikke spesiell. Jeg er ganske ordinær, og har ikke særlig hell med meg utseendemessig. Det tror jeg er en av de viktigste årsakene til at jeg ikke får napp på Tinder, sier han.
Det er en godt innarbeidet morgenrutine. I likhet med havregryn til frokost, tur med hunden Deedee og kampsporttrening.
Før han går på jobben som lærer, åpner Morten (35) Tinder. Deretter sveiper han til høyre så mange kvinner datingappen tillater han. Det betyr at han er interessert i disse kvinnene.
Dette ritualet har han gjort sju dager i uken siden han logget seg på appen i 2013, bare med unntak av noen korte Tinder-pauser.
– Jeg sveiper egentlig helt ukritisk alle kvinner Tinder gir meg lov til å sveipe. Jeg kaster ut nettet bredt for å se om jeg får noe tilbake, sier han.
Så langt har flere hundre tusen høyresveip gitt han åtte – mislykkede – dates.
– Jeg er ikke spesiell Nettavisen møter Morten og hunden Deedee på busstoppet Harebakken utenfor Arendal. Mannen, som er stor i all forstand, både i bredden og i høyden, er kledd i joggebukse og svart T-skjorte.
Og ser man til forskningen har han smertelig rett i dette. For datingplattformen er ikke for de ordinære.
Tinder: lite effektiv arena Medianmannen må nemlig sveipe gjennom rundt 100 kvinner for å få 1 match. Videre må det hele 57 matcher til for å få 1 date.
Det kommer fram av en fersk artikkel publisert i Evolutionary Behavioral Sciences skrevet av to datingforskere. De to forskerne ved NTNU og UiO sammenstiller mye av forskningen gjort på Tinder i artikkelen som handler om ufrivillig singelliv.
Medianmannen defineres som en mann som har noen forhold i løpet av livet, men som ikke klarer å få seg one night stands.
En litt grov sammenstilling de to forskerne gjør i artikkelen av aktuell Tinder-forskning, viser at denne medianmannen må sveipe 30.000 kvinner for å oppnå et forhold av kort eller lang karakter.
Konklusjonen de trekker er at «Tinder er en lite effektiv arena for å finne seg en partner» for de fleste menn.
– Ola Nordmann vil nok oppleve Tinder og slike arenaer ganske likt med hvordan Morten har opplevd dem, sier Mads Larsen, en av forskerne bak artikkelen. Til vanlig er han forsker ved Senter for miljø og utvikling ved Universitetet i Oslo.
Medforfatter og NTNU-professor, Leif Edward Ottesen Kennair, forklarer hvorfor «vanlige menn» ikke lykkes på Tinder.
– Tinder er bildebasert og et sted folk ser etter sex. Siden kvinner generelt er mer kresne i kortidsseksuell sammenheng, søker de etter de seksuelt mest attraktive mennene, sier Kennair.
– På grunn av størrelsen min kan jeg kanskje virke litt truende på noen damer. Å være over én–åtti, som mange kvinner ønsker, har i alle fall ikke gitt meg noen fordeler, kan han fortelle med et lett skuldertrekk på vei til hans røde tomannsbolig som ligger en kilometer unna busstoppet.
Utover størrelsen, og den noe utålmodige hunden hans som biter i båndet og vil leke, virker Morten harmløs.
Læreren i naturfag, samfunnsfag og matte, viser seg dessuten også være både reflektert og ha en rekke spennende hobbyer som kampsport, gitarspilling og tegneserier.
– Men jeg er ikke spesiell. Jeg er ganske ordinær, og har ikke særlig hell med meg utseendemessig. Det tror jeg er en av de viktigste årsakene til at jeg ikke får napp på Tinder, sier han.
Statistikk viser at kvinner er langt mer kresne på Tinder. For hver mann en kvinne høyresveiper, så høyresveiper mannen ti kvinner. Det viser tall som kommer frem i artikkelen til Kennair og Larsen.
– Fordi kvinner sveiper så få menn til høyre, og fordi mange menn sveiper ukritisk, får mange kvinner svært mange interesserte. Det gir dem mange attraktive menn å velge blant. Derfor blir ikke de «vanlige» mennene valgt, sier Kennair.
Nettavisen har sendt artikkelen i sin helhet til Tinder, hvor referanser til studier forskerne har hentet statistikk fra, og basert uttalelser på, er oppgitt. Tinder presiserer likevel i sitt svar at de har bedt om dataene eller metodikken for den siterte studien gjentatte ganger, uten å ha mottatt det, og fortsetter:
– Basert på Tinders data og forståelse av våre medlemmer, er funnene fremhevet i denne studien unøyaktige og villedende.
De hevder til slutt at Tinder har resultert i over 75 milliarder treff og at langvarige forhold er det mest populære forholdsmålet på Tinder.
Det gjelder imidlertid ikke Morten. Hans egen Tinder-statistikk er relativt begredelig.
For i løpet av de snart tolv årene han har vært aktiv på plattformen, er hans suksessrate langt under én prosent. Faktisk litt under bare tre promille, ifølge Mortens statistikk.
– Veldig demotiverende Et relativt konservativt regnestykke, ut ifra den Tinder-bruken Morten forteller han har hatt gjennom sine rundt 11 år på Tinder, (der vi trekker fra rundt ett år med Tinder-pause) viser følgende tall:
20 høyresveips om dagen gjennom fem år med gratisversjon av Tinder = 36.500.
100 høyresveips om dagen gjennom fem år med betalingsversjon av Tinder som gir et ubegrenset antall høyresveips = 182.000.
Totalt har Morten altså høyresveipet om lag 218.500 kvinner i løpet av ti aktive år.
Og hvor mange har likt han tilbake?
Rundt tre til fem i måneden anslår 35-åringen, noe som blir 600 i løpet av ti år, eller 0,27 prosent av dem han har likt.
I underkant av tre promille av de damene han har likt, har altså likt han tilbake.
– Det er jo veldig demotiverende, og jeg vet at jeg burde slutte med Tinder og sjekke på en annen måte, men jeg sitter fast i et mønster. Det er vanskelig å endre en vane. Dessuten vet jeg ikke hvordan jeg sjekker live fordi jeg aldri har prøvd det, sier Morten.
-Jeg har prøvd det meste 35-åringen forteller om en barndom og ungdomstid med mobbing som frarøvet han selvtillit og sosial trening.
– Mye av sosial samhandling handler om å trene, om å prøve og feile. Jeg fikk aldri trent. Jeg har alltid vært veldig sosialt usikker, og det har vært helt utelukket for meg å sjekke opp en kvinne IRL, sier 35-åringen i det han låser opp døren til den røde tomannsboligen han kjøpte for to år siden.
Inne i ungkarsboligen er det kjemisk fritt for grønne planter. To gitarer henger på veggen, og på kjøkkenet står buret til Deedee. Han setter instantkaffe, en kaffekopp og en vannkoker på bordet før han fortsetter.
– Jeg vet rett og slett ikke hvordan jeg skal behandle kvinner og hva jeg skal snakke med dem om. Jeg vet ikke hvordan jeg skal oppføre meg fordi jeg ikke skjønner hva rollen min som mann er, sier han.
Da Tinder kom i 2012, og ble populært i Norge i 2013, var derfor plattformen et naturlig valg for den da 23 år gamle sosialt usikre mannen.
Men da, som nå, hadde han lite hell med kvinnene han høyresveipet.
– Jeg har prøvd det meste. Sveipe få kvinner, sveipe mange. Ha aldersspenn helt opp til 40 år, utvide radius. Jeg har i perioder vært slankere, og mer overvektig slik som nå. Jeg har betalt og ikke betalt. Resultatet er uansett det samme. Jeg får nær null respons, og de få jeg har fått respons fra har alltid vist seg å være uaktuelle, sier han.
Han forteller om et par av de åtte datene de få Tinder-matchene har gitt han. Alle de åtte datene har han bare møtt én gang.
Ble ganske pinlig Den siste var for rundt et halvt år siden. Den ukrainske damen han hadde chattet med en stund, viste seg IRL å ikke kunne et ord norsk eller engelsk.
– Det ble egentlig ganske pinlig da vi satt overfor hverandre og ikke kunne kommunisere i det hele tatt. Jeg var bare glad da daten var over, sier han.
Den neste siste daten var for rundt seks år siden med en lokal kvinne. De møttes på kafé, og ifølge Morten var hun opptatt av å få fram problemene sine.
– Det første hun begynte å fortelle om var hvor hardt hun hadde hatt det i livet, og det er for å være helt ærlig ikke det første jeg ønsker å høre om på første date. Det ble ingen god opplevelse og jeg valgte å si ifra at jeg ikke ville noe mer, sier han.
– Hvordan får de mange avvisningene deg til å føle deg?
– Frem til midten av 20-årene gjorde de meg sint. Jeg skylte på kvinnene, og tenkte at de var kresne. Jeg så på meg selv som et offer. Det er bra ikke Andrew Tate eksisterte da for da hadde jeg nok blitt sugd inn i hans univers. Nå preller avvisningene mer av. Jeg har blitt vant med dem og har blitt flinkere til å rasjonalisere forklaringene på hvorfor jeg blir avvist, sier han og fortsetter.
– Jeg tenker for eksempel at mangel på sjanser ikke handler om kvinner, men om dagens online-datekultur hvor man må ha en visuell bekreftelse før man i det hele tatt kan starte en relasjon. I denne er jeg, og mange andre, sjanseløse, sier han.
Det er imidlertid ikke alle som takler avvisningene like rasjonelt som Morten.
Forsker Mads Larsen peker på at det er en tydelig korrelasjon mellom å bli avvist av kvinner og kvinnefiendtlige holdninger.
I tillegg peker han på at avvisningene har en rekke negative konsekvenser for enkeltpersonenes liv.
– Om du som mann klarer å levere i den øverste prosentilen på disse appene, kan dagens dating være givende. Men for de aller fleste menn har det siste tiåret skapt et datingregime som blir stadig mer dystopisk. Det har en rekke negative konsekvenser for individer og samfunn, sier Larsen.
Han peker på at når en stadig større andel menn blir utestengt fra både uforpliktet sex og pardannelse, så får flere menn redusert livskvalitet og trekker seg mer vekk fra samfunnet.
Morten kjenner seg igjen. I dag lever han i en monoton tilværelse som ikke gjør han lykkelig.
Jeg vil ha noen i livet mitt En tilværelse der han går på jobb, sover, går på tur med hunden, spiser og så sover igjen.
– Det er ikke noe bra liv, og jeg vil ikke ha det slik for alltid. Jeg vil ha noen i livet mitt, sier han.
Ønsket er relativt beskjedent. To unger, et lite hus. En å kunne prate med og dele noen interesser med.
– Jeg vil ha en som vil tilbringe tid med meg, og som jeg også ønsker å tilbringe tid med. Vi må ha noe å snakke om og gjøre sammen. Men jeg må innrømme at jeg synes det er vanskelig å se det realistisk for meg. Virkeligheten er jo ikke slik.
Kilde - Nettavisen

PC
Reddit Account: FatalisticBunny
Discord Tag: Freed#4998
Name and House: Bors
Age: 43
Cultural Group: Dornish
Appearance: Bors is a man with a square jaw, dark eyes, and a dark beard. He does not have as much hair as he had in his youth, though he is not balding, instead just preferring a short style. He is somewhat short, but has a bulky build with no shortage of muscle. He dresses plainly, like a worker, and his hands are calloused. https://imgur.com/a/vgOE1f2
Trait: Conqueror
Skill(s): Cunning[e], Tactician[e], Ambusher
Talent(s): Weaving, Propaganda, Nationalism
Negative Trait(s): N/A
Starting Title(s): Meria's Man, Commander of the Orphans of the Rhoyne
Starting Location: High Hermitage
Alternate Characters: N/A
Family Tree: Bors m. Arianne (d) Damon (d) Ynys Quentyn
AC
Name and House: Ynys
Age: 21
Cultural Group: Dornish
Appearance: Ynys is a tall woman, freckled and with blue eyes. She resembles her mother more than her father, and has a tendency to dress in bright, glorious colors. She is charming, and somewhat bouncy, far more than her somewhat dour father. https://imgur.com/a/PQPHPJM
Trait: Unscrupulous
Skill(s): Raider[e], Tactician
Talent(s): Sneakery, Bribery, Propaganda
Negative Trait(s): N/A
Starting Title(s): Daughter of Dorne
Starting Location: High Hermitage
Alternate Characters: N/A
Family Tree: See Above
Bio:
The deserts of Dorne are a hard place. Harder still, since the dragons came. Since you paid an extra hunk of silver on every coin so that the Princess could buy some jade amulets from Yi Ti, and another silver so that she could send it to her monarch. Since a thousand Dornish weavers and a thousand Dornish smiths were sent out to starve, because it became the fashion in courts to wear Reachman arms, and bear a sword in the shape of the Stormlords. Life was harder, in Dorne now, but the nobles didn't seem to bear any of it. Not most of them, anyways.
There were weddings, to be sure, but none that anyone less fortunate had ever been invited to. Grand celebrations, but all they meant to anybody real was that more men were coming south. And it was always men, because the way of things up there was that women were beneath. And of course, they brought that down with them too. The lords, and the princes, and their attendants and their households. These attitudes did not vanish into the air.
Not to the Queens and the ladies, of course, but to those who didn't have levies to protect them. Many knights had slapped a female servant for daring to speak out of turn, or refused to be taught by a woman master-at-arms. And that was just the tip of it. The Dornish were lustful by nature, the Westerosi told each other. They found that an excuse for all sorts of things, and for the sake of peace, one was just supposed to forget they had ever happened.
These were not the only attitudes that bled through. In Meria's age, the smallfolk had been respected. Not held so high as lords, but given bread and water in the case of famine. Some had risen high in Sunspear and the surrounding castles. But now, the Westerosi chafed to see the lowborn rise so high, and they swatted them down. It was not only birth that upset them. Certain things may be tolerated in a wife or husband who brought land or a dower. But to be served at a table by one with "shifty eyes?" To have your child nursed by a "dark-skinned" woman? All these lords, all these ladies, married in for the sake of peace, believed that the Dornish were lesser. That they were treacherous, wanton. Exotic, but untrustworthy, fickle and licentious. If left to their own devices, liable to poison you and eat your children. Perhaps they restrained these impulses for political gain, but the common people of Dorne were easy prey. And so, when given the chance, they were the ones that suffered.
Bors was not, initially, much of a soldier. He had fought against the Stormlands, in a great battle, although he had not known much about the war itself. He had been fighting for Dorne, and that was enough for him. He'd return home, and he'd become a weaver. One who had worked hard, and gotten employed at Sunspear. Who'd taken a wife, and had three children. He'd always been something of a good speaker, but he'd not had a mind for tactics, particularly. It had been a good life, and one in which he was well-satisfied. He was not an ambitious man.
Then, there had been a deal to bring in wool and cloth from some province in the Reach. Bors remembered when they had told him that they had a new weaver. His cheeks were pink, and he was a scarce twenty years old. A favorite of some Reachlord who had married a Toland, he heard. It didn't matter. He was out, and he needed to find some new work, or else he would be begging on the streets. He heard that they had started rounding up beggars. And so, Bors decided that he ought to join the fighting in the Stepstones.
It was a hard-fought campaign. Harder than the Stormlands. Bors saw good men die, drowning or stabbed. It was only because they were fighting for Dorne that he was able to push through. Princess Meria had died, and Bors intended to give her a grand farewell present. He came to be seen as something of a leader amongst the group, simply because he was a hard worker, and because he had an ability to rally the others, when they were uncertain.
What came of that war? Nothing. The Stepstones fell, but they held only one. The Dragon Queen constructed a grand citadel, with which to hold a knife to Dorne's throat forever more, with her wretched beat. And Deria Martell spat in her grandmother's face and bent the knee. She bowed, and every loyal man and woman of Dorne wept.
One might then decry the slow descent of Dorne into tyranny. The way Westerosi hatred and suspicion of one's neighbor crept in, poisoning the well. But it was not slow. They built up monuments to wealth in a city where their policies left people hungry, and thirsty. They took loiterers and debtors into the navy, forcing them to die to protect their rocks. Bors's eldest son, Damon, had liked to bet on horse races, on occasion, and hadn't had the funds to back it up. A pirate had put a spear through his face, eight days into his service. That same day, some cousin of Lord Drinkwater had paid his debts off, and they'd thrown a feast in his honor.
It was that day that Bors, and several of his men set off. And they burned a caravan, coming from the Reach. The bread that it carried, that which could be salvaged, was split amongst them. Any they could not carry, they left for the poor. That band has waned in sizes, over the years. And it's one by many names. The Orphans of Mother Rhoyne. Meria's Men. The Unbowed. It is not so strict an organization, as to have a roster. And its members are different, too. Some men fight, kill, and raid for a free Dorne. Some simply resist the Seven Kingdoms where they can. Some simply know that in their heart, the false king and his Queens will fall, and a free Dorne will rise again. All these are Bors's kin.
Bors himself would say that he is not important. That he is just one of a surging tide, hoping to free his fellow people from that which has been forced to see. But Bors has seen much, and he has learned to fight. He has learned to command. He carries within him a spirit unmatched by many. And that spirit is infectious. He had learned what it is to fight for Dorne, and he passes that spirit onto others. The skill in question is Conqueror, but that is not what Bors is, not truly. Bors defends his homeland, he defends his people, he defends the weak and defenseless from the true Conquerors. Bors is a liberator, in his heart, and he has honed his skills at that not only from his experience on campaign, but from his band, prowling the desert.
Some call Bors "The One Who Remains." And that is who he is, at heart. When the Martells pushed for Dorne to submit, Bors pushed for Dorne to remain. To remain free, to remain accepting, to remain Dorne. And when Bors pushed, with his skill and charisma, he found a great many more pushing with him. It is something of a misnomer though, after all. Those who fight for Dorne number far more than one.
Archetyped NPCs: Quentyn - General Mel - Bandit

I want to thank Meatcanyon and Wendigoon for starting Creepcast. I've played around with writing horror, and here is my first short story. I will post it for free in a few other places to see what people think. Please enjoy!
A Hike to Remember
By R.L. Oclen
Chapter 1
A woman sits with hastily pulled-up fire-red hair in the waiting room of the state patrol station. The procedurally sterile off-white walls and decade-old magazines do little for comfort. With her head hanging low, her shoulders pushing forward, and her boots rapidly tapping on the floor, something has to give.
"Please just let her be okay." The woman growls as a pair of officers come in from the field. The officers' demeanors quickly change when they see the familiar face.
"Tabitha, did Officer Nichols call you?" one of the state patrol officers asked sympathetically.
"Yes, he asked me to come in and pick up a few things," Tabitha said, shooting back a muted look.
" I'll let them know you're here." The officer said, nodding to Tabitha as they passed the security door. Tabitha leaned back against the hard plastic chair, staring blankly into the fluorescent light. She had done this dance in the macabre repeatedly over the past month. The last image of her younger sister, Lisa, still burned in her mind. Tabitha had always been protective over her younger sister after their parents died. A pang of guilt shoots through her chest as she thinks about her and Lisa's argument.
"Tabitha Hymm, Officer Nichols is ready for you."
"Okay," she stood up, shaking off her guilt, and followed the officer back. The familiar surroundings of the state patrol station blurred as Tabitha stared forward. She followed the officer as they came to a rustic wooden office door, which was embossed with "Officer Nichols."
The escorting officer turns the old brass door knob. "Sir, I have Tabitha Hymm here." A grizzled West Virginia Highway State Patrol veteran sits behind the desk and nods. The escorting officer steps aside, pushing the door open as Tabitha pushes past him and slumps in the awaiting chair like so many times before. An uncomfortable relationship had formed between the two, born out of necessity and duty.
"Cup of coffee?"
"No thanks. Let's just cut to the chase. You don't have anything new?"
The worn laugh lines and Officer Nichols's face flattens. His eyebrows contour sympathetically as he shakes his head.
"Tabitha, I don't have anything else new for you. I wanted to give you the clothes returned from the lab." Her face darkened at the same response she had heard many times.
"As we discussed two weeks ago, there is nothing new and no signs of struggle or foul play," Officer Nichols said while placing a box marked evidence on the table and sliding it forward. Tabitha began to weep at the realization of Lisa's clothes in front of her. In a coordinated queue, Officer Nichols brought out a box of tissues. Reluctantly, Tabitha took a few moments to unblur her vision.
"How does someone stop their car in the middle of the Remington West Virginia State Park, lock it, and then walk into the woods?" Officer Nichols clasped his hands together and sighed at her worn question.
"Tabitha, I wish I had an answer for why your sister stopped her car in the woods and simply walked off. We're still going through her cell phone, but no signs exist that anyone forced her. On that Tuesday morning, she pulled over to the side of the road, secured her car, and walked away." Officer Nichols said empathetically.
Tabitha became stoic at the same explanation she had heard many times before. " So what next?"
"You should go back to Ohio, and I'll contact you as soon as I have more information." She winced at Officer Nichols's words. Reality began to pull at her that bills and work wouldn't wait much longer.
"If I leave, she's gone for good."
" You staying won't bring her back." Officer Nichols said sympathetically.
" So is that it? She's just gone?"
" Tabitha, I'll be honest with you. In cases like this… when people do things like this. Recovery is harder in the spring due to the weather and the animals. You know her mental condition better than I do. I can't explain why she did what she did. But until I find a solution, a suicide note, some intention, or body. She's not here. Tabitha, I'm-"
" Don't you fucking say sorry!" Tabitha stood up, screaming at Officer Nichols, throwing the plastic chair backward against the wall. " I should just look for myself."
"No!" Officer Nichols said momentarily, gripping the desk as his face hardened, then relaxed. Tabitha was caught off guard by Officer Nichols, who was normally composed. "Tabitha, I know this is unbearable. I've sat on this side of the desk and had these conversations. Trust me; I need you to be safe if I need your help later."
Tabitha nods, knowing Officer Nichols is right. She reaches down, picks up the evidence box of her sister's belongings, and leaves.
" Tabitha, if you're heading home, don't stop your car; just keep driving." Tabitha stops to look at Officer Nichols, feeling an eeriness to his words.
" Goodbye, Officer Nichols," Tabitha said as she closed the rustic wooden door behind her. She counted the tiles as she exited the West Virginia State Patrol Station. Placing her sister's belongings carefully in the back seat of her Jeep, Tabitha then sat momentarily behind the steering wheel, staring at the emblem. The familiar numbness washed over Tabitha as she pushed the start button. She pulled onto the highway, driving to the motel that had been home for the last month or so. Muted pop music accented the drive back as her mind raced with questions. Once inside the two-and-a-half-star motel room, Tabitha sat her sister's belongings on the corner table, crumbled onto the bed, and cried.
***
Tabitha wiped the steam from the slightly spotted mirror above the bathroom sink. The hot water from the shower felt good and loosened some of the stress from her body. Looking back at her, Tabitha's face was framed by damp curls around her shoulders. Her face marked the stress of the past month. Frowning, she examined the bags under her eyes; sleep had to come tonight. Walking into the living area, She changed into her favorite gym shorts and oversized sleep shirt. The alarm on her phone flashed "7:00 am," so she could drive home five hours after breakfast.
Tabitha hated feeling comfortable in this once strange room, but falling asleep was getting easier now. Her eyes closed slowly as the ceiling fan droned evenly. At first, nothing came in her dreams, but she let her guard down and slipped further into sleep.
As she dreamed of floating overhead like a bird of prey, Tabitha soared over the vast Remington National Park. The high noon sun bore down on the crisp woods, perfectly contrasting sky and forest. The heat of the sun felt good on her feathers. Distant cries rang out through the dream-like forest, catching her attention. Tabitha tilted her wings toward the screams, feeling a sense of familiar curiosity.
She now recognized the sobs and cries for help as she flew closer, her sharp eyes locked on her sister leaning against a large oak tree. She glided overhead without care, examining the situation below. Lisa clung to the tree, her eyes darting back and forth, scanning upwards. Lisa's face reflected desperation, looking for help in any direction. Tabitha lazily circles Lisa several times before perching on a sturdy branch higher in one of the oak trees. She watched Lisa intently with hunger. She bellowed deeply, hearing the unnatural sound she made, catching Lisa's eyes. Lisa's expression changed; she became calm, almost uncaring, as she stared back at Tabitha's form. Hunger grew exponentially in Tabitha as she spread her large wings. Her large eyes gaze down at Lisa before diving straight for her sister.
Tabitha jolts awake to the alarm on her phone flashing "7:23 AM." She breathes in sharply, shaking off the last horrible thoughts from the reoccurring nightmare. The strange details become more vivid each time. The lingering memories of folk stories her mother told sat in the back of her mind. In those stories, the dead would reach out in dreams as a matter of warning. Leaning back on the headboard, she searched for the advice her psychologist gave her. During their last session, Dr. Ryland explained dreams are a form of self-actualization of guilt. He told Tabitha that it was natural to feel responsible when losing a loved one in this manner.
Tabitha grumbled, lightly running her hands through her red hair; she pushed everything to the back of her mind. "Get it together!" She grumbled to herself. She pushed herself off the bed and got ready to leave. It was going to be a long trip home, and the only thing she could do now was leave things in the authorities' hands. Packing up was pretty easy since she only cycled through the outfits she brought. The local laundromat must have made a small fortune off her. Tabitha took one last look at the box of Lisa's belongings before throwing them in her duffle bag. She was thankful she didn't have to spend another night in this room.
***
Tabitha sat behind the wheel, waiting for the 90's model minivan to finish their order so she could grab a breakfast burrito on the way out. Considering the situation, the Deer Stop Family Restaurant did have a good breakfast. Finally, pulling up to the 70-style drive-in board, Tabitha rolled off the order she had been accustomed to. " I'll take a large iced tea with the double breakfast burrito meal and hash browns, please."
" Would you like some happy hot sauce with that?"
" That's fine, and a few ketchup packets as well."
" Your total is $8.79. Please pull around."
She pulled around to her window, flashed her debit card, got the receipt, and waited for her food. Luckily, the young woman serving her wasn't very talkative in the morning. The last thing she wanted was a conversation about the weather or meaningless small talk.
" Here's your large iced tea and breakfast meal. Ketchup and happy hot sauce are inside."
" Thanks," Tabitha said while mustering her best fake smile. The woman only smiled and nodded as the service window automatically closed. She pulled into the parking lot and dug into breakfast. Turning the radio to the weather, Tabitha sat back and enjoyed her meal. The local DJ read through the headlines, making nonpartisan comments about politics and grumbling about improving the economy. Tabitha powered through the updates of the "out-of-state woman" who'd gone missing. It was nice that the local radio station gave Lisa's name, description, and a missing person's number for sightings or leads. Tabitha even interviewed with the local news and radio stations, hoping it would bring Lisa home. But she soon found all it brought was a sorrowful look from the locals as she interacted with them in her day-to-day life.
Finishing the last of her hash browns, Lisa wadded up everything in the paper bag and threw it in the back seat. The 9 AM weather report said it was nothing but clear skies and sun the rest of the week. Tabitha flipped the radio over to the greatest hit station, pulled out of the parking lot, and began her trip home. She memorized the roads, every bend and turn in the early weeks as she frantically looked for Lisa. There's something hypnotic about the trees: the way they flow together. The trees' green tops and the oak trees' wide trunks were a relaxing view. Tabitha enjoyed the lazy s-curves of the road, bending and winding around the hills and the trees. The occasional farmhouse or field dotted the sides of the road as she made her way to the main highway.
The blur of a semi-truck snapped Tabitha's attention as she pulled up to the mouth of the highway. She had four and a half hours ahead of her, which would be a long ride. Tabitha pulled onto the highway and picked up speed, noting sparse traffic. She relaxed into her seat, letting her gaze gloss over the blur of green foliage. Without warning, Tabitha caught a large shadow from the corner of her left eye. When she registered the black feathery form, Tabitha tensed up and slammed on the brakes as it swooped across the vehicle's hood. Quickly, she pulled the car safely off the road. She couldn't determine exactly what it was, but it was bigger than any bird she'd seen. It was a bird, right? Tabitha turned off her Jeep and grabbed the keys and cell phone. Standing before the Jeep, she looked over the grill to see if she made contact with the entity.
Bewildered, she scanned the tree line, spotting something in the distance. Sitting in the clearing of the large oak forest was an enormous black owl. It stared intently at Tabitha with bright, shiny yellow eyes. She pushed the lock button on her keys, causing the jeep to beep securely. She turned, looking across the open field, an enormous black owl perched in the upper branches of an old oak tree. Each step she took away from the road piqued her curiosity. Soon, Tabitha stood in the middle of the open field, staring intently into the eyes of the enormous owl.
The horn of a passing semi-truck blared, pulling Tabitha's attention away from the mysterious large creature. She looked back and saw that she had walked farther away from the Jeep than she had thought. She glanced back to the forest line only to see the enormous owl was deeper into the woods than before. She narrowed her vision to find the two large, bright yellow eyes staring back. Had it moved? The day's stress, care, and worry suddenly poured out of Tabitha. It was replaced by only curiosity and overbearing tranquility. She warmly smiled for the first time in months as her feet pulled her further into the woods.
Chapter 2
The tug of gravity pulls Tabitha to her senses as her body reacts, falling forward. Her arms thrust forward, bracing for impact. Water rushes around her face as she struggles to get her bearings. Quickly, Tabitha pushed herself up in the ankle-high stream she fell in. The haze slowly clears from her mind as she stares at the muddy water. The dull ache throbs up her legs. Tabitha can smell the sweat from her clothes. Her face contorted in panic as she quickly stood up in the water, looking for her cell. Thankfully, the device was still in her pocket, dry and unscathed.
"One o'clock. How can that be?" Tabitha says, slowly looking up from the screen to see the vast, dense West Virginia forest encompassing her view. She shakes her head back and forth with disbelief. A smile gently spreads across her face, with the last bit of tranquility leaving her body. How did I get out here? Her breathing becomes faster as her pulse begins to quicken. I'm in the forest. I'm all alone—just like Lisa!
"NO, NO, NO, NO! THIS FUCKING CAN'T BE HAPPENING TO ME!" Tabitha screams into the void of trees. Her eyes well up with tears as she crumbles to her knees, gripping her phone tightly to her chest. Her sobs ring out through the thick oak trees. Her breath slows a little as she regains her composure. She begins to search her mind for anything. What is the last thing I can remember? The image of the black shadow crossing her vision while driving flashes into her mind.
"Okay, I got out of the Jeep, the…then what?" Tabitha says, trying to refresh her memories. She thinks her memory is not just gone; it's a black void in her mind. Complete blackness fills her mind right after remembering locking the Jeep and then turning to see the…
"Fuck I saw something. What was it!" Tabitha says, frustrated with her mind. She knew there must be a logical reason she was out here. Officer Nichols warned her not to go looking for her sister. She wasn't stupid; she just said that as a last-ditch effort to get him to do anything. Now I'm here.
"Run!" Tabitha heard Lisa's voice in her ear. Before she could turn around, she heard a loud bellowing coming from overhead. Fear shot down her back, reminding her of the nightmares she had over the past month. She shot forward full bore as something crashed to the ground behind her. Glancing back as she ran, a black mass of feathers convulsed between the broken branches of the trees. Its slick black feathers rippled across its surface as its bones crackled and flesh tore. Its body contorted and twisted from the shape of an owl to something bigger.
"Run, Tabby! Don't let it catch you!" Tabitha pushed forward, hearing Lisa's scream beside her face. Her breath burned in her chest, and she moved past the old oak trees bent over the creek bed. Her feet slammed rapidly, splashing along the side of the creek. Another loud bellow comes from behind as the trees bend and break to the force behind her. A small opening in the rocky creek bed catches her sight from the left. She dives into the crevasses, not caring where the fathoms lead. Tabitha tumbles in the pitch black, taking scrapes and sharp jabs from the rocks as she tumbles further into the void.
She finally tumbles to a stop on the sandy, wet floor of the cave. Her body aches from the sudden burst of exhaustion. The cool water running around her body from the creek is soothing despite her bumps and bruises. Pushing herself up, she scoots out of the water. Feeling her way forward, she finds a dry spot to collect herself. Quickly pushing her hand into her pocket, she finds her phone undamaged.
The sound of footsteps pushing against the creek fills the void around Tabitha as the light steps move closer to each other up the underground creekbed. She slowly removes her cell from her pocket and then shines the camera light toward the sound. A pair of scratched and bruised pale bare legs hold up a frail form in front of her in the creek. She wears the darkness as a shroud with nothing else to clothe her. Tabitha froze, not wanting to shine the light further in the pale form before her.
"Tabby, turn your light off. You need to save your battery." Tabitha turned off the light and then rushed forward, embracing Lisa—the how or why didn't matter, only the now. The pale form hugged her tightly. Tabitha felt her cold, bare skin. The darkness couldn't hide the feeling of the marks across her back and torso.
"Lisa, I'm-"
"Hush! I don't have much time. This wasn't your fault! I'm with Mom and Dad now. You have to survive, Tabby! Listen. Wait until the sun shines through the cracks, making a trail out. Follow it down the creek until you come to the opening. You'll see a large hill you hike up for a cell signal. And remember…If you can't see it… It can't hurt you. I love you-"
Tabitha stumbled forward before catching herself. The void in front of her arms was only filled by cool air. She looked up and noticed a faint glimmer of light pushing through the ceiling. She sat down, relaxing against the limestone wall of the cave, waiting for the trail of light to form.
***
After a few hours, the light shining through the cracks of the cave ceiling was bright enough to lead Tabitha to the other side. She stepped onto the creek bed, thankful for the sun hanging lower in the sky. Scanning the sky, Tabitha saw only a few clouds. The foothills of Appalachia backdropped the forest as she scanned for the hill. Her eyes found the trail leading up the steady slope of an impressive hill. The top of the hill was bare. Part of the hill must have sheared off in a landslide, leaving the top void of trees and a jagged cliff face. Tabitha started her hike up the back of the hill. She was careful to stay under the heavy canopy of the old trees, hopefully avoiding the creature's eyes.
She did her best to quiet her mind while hiking up the trail. Come on, almost to the top, then I can call 911, she replayed repeatedly in her mind. Her adrenaline made up for the lack of food since morning. She drank some water from a clean spot in the creek. She was placing her bet on rescue rather than worrying about the water.
Leaning against one of the trees, Tabitha took out her cell and measured the signal.
"Damn it, nothing!" She swore under her breath. She listened nervously and cautiously peered her head out from the tree line. Standing at the tree line, the cell phone still had a low signal. She pushed her anxiety down with a swallow and slowly stepped forward onto the bare rock. Tabitha was now out in the open. She walked with the cell phone pointed upwards, measuring the signal. Within three feet of the cliff face, her signal bar punched up to full. Tabitha began to punch in the numbers just as a pair of large yellow eyes appeared. She felt her legs become weak, and her vision blurred as the creature snared her in its gaze.
Tabitha ducked, missing the giant owl's claws as it swooped for her. She squinted her eyes shut, momentarily breaking the hold of the infernal beast as it crashed to the ground, tumbling down the path of old trees. On her hands and knees, she tucked the dialed phone back into her pocket. She heard the creature's loud bellowing, followed by the snapping of bone and flesh ripping. It was changing its shape to finish her off.
Tabitha tried to get up, but the flash of its eyes did something to her. Her legs were numb, her stomach was in knots, and she could barely put a few thoughts together.
"If you can't see it, it can't hurt you." Tabitha heard clearly in her left ear. She quickly pushed herself into a sitting position and fumbled for the key chain in her right pocket. Pulling the long chain of keys, luck charms, and keepsakes, her father's Swiss army knife dangled at the end. She slowly opened the half-inch blade. Her body wholeheartedly rejected her plan and tried to fight her. Every internal warning system sounded as her body fought against her as she brought the blade against the corner of her left eye.
She didn't know if she could do it until the creature bellowed in her direction. With one quick motion, the half-inch blade sliced across her left eye. The world dimmed and then went black on her left side. Behind her, the beast's thundering gallop was getting closer. Tabitha plunged herself into total darkness with the last bit of her strength. Her hand gripped tightly around the bloody knife as she folded forward onto the ground. She could feel herself weeping blood. She squinted, doing her best to stem the tide of blood loss.
A large feathered paw drove into Tabitha's right side, flipping her onto her back. She lay still as the hulking creature stood over her. It remained motionless, and Tabitha was confused about why it didn't move or bite her. Then she started to giggle, just a little at first. Then, laughing madly into the creature's face as it growled back at her. She could not see it; she couldn't see anything. Her mind couldn't be eaten!
The creature roared into Tabitha's face while plunging one of its sharp claws into her shoulder. Tabitha screamed in pain, slashing the knife downward. The blade hit something soft, and she ripped the blade down, rending whatever she had hit on the abomination. A bright yellow, foul-smelling liquid gushed in a torrent over Tabitha's face. She turned to cough, having swallowed a portion of it. The creature reared back, squealing in pain. Its hind leg came down hard on Tabitha's leg, snapping her tibia. She jerked her leg up, causing the creature to tumble forward and fall over the edge of the cliff side.
Tabitha heard the creature crash below at the base of the hill. A large dead tree speared the creature through its chest. Tabitha could hear the labored whines of the creature as its cries became weak and slowed. A wave of sickness hit her as she rolled over and vomited. The foul smell drenched her. She did her best to focus, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the phone. By memory, she typed in the unlock pin. She held her breath and placed her thumb where the call button should be.
She could hear the call being made then, "911. What is your emergency?"
"Please help me! A bear has attacked me, and I can't see. I think I am on a hill."
"Ok, ma'am, stay with me! Do you know where you are located?"
"No, I'm lost. Please send help."
"It's okay. Stay with me on the phone, and I'll use the cell signal to try to find you."
"I'm on top of one of the hills. I think I am lying on a bare roc-" Tabitha slipped unconscious with the cell still tightly in her hand. Her body began to tremble and convulse.
"Ma'am! Ma'am! Stay with me. I have help on the way."
Chapter 3
A young man in military fatigues frantically compiles images and reconnaissance data from his drone feed. Confirming his hunch, he commands the winged surveillance drone to make a hard left and send a live video feed. His eyes widened as he saw a large owl-shaped shadow crash onto the top of a hill. He watches in awe as the sleek black owl twists and shifts into something much larger, like a grizzly. As the drone turns, he sees a woman at the cliff's edge trying to steady yourself on her hands and knees.
He bolts up from the command module, jotting down the drone's coordinates on one of the printouts. The drab government-issued office motif for the watch station blurs in the corner of his eye as he rushes down the hallway to the watch commander's office.
"Sir, recon has eyes on AMOS! And it's feeding!" the man said, swinging the heavy wooden door open. He took the hastily compiled file and pushed it forward to the commanding officer.
An older, tanned man quickly stands, reaching for the files. His brow furls, seeing his charge is awake. "Keep eyes on it! Go Adams!" The young man nods, turning on his heel and bolting for the drone command module. As his office door slams shut from the subordinate officer, he grabs his headset and frantically dials the closest military outpost to the coordinates.
"Hello, Sergeant Klein; this is Agent Smith of Black Watch outpost 7948! Shadow is active, code Alpha, Mike, Oscar, Sierra. The coordinates and data package have been sent. A civilian is on the ground; deploy strike-and-rescue ASAP.
"We'll be up in five, Agent Smith! The line cuts as Agent Smith closes out the call on his headset and rushes to the door. The normally quiet watch station buzzes alive, with personnel flooding the central command station. The background echoes resource allocation calls, frantic typing, and the hum of cold computers warming up.
"Adams, get our eyes back on Amos!"
"Coming back around in 30 seconds." Thirty sets of eyes stare at the three giant screens, anxiously waiting for the drone feed to clear the bank of trees. The camera clears the tre top to see the giant feathered grizzly rear back slinging its massive head away from its prey. Its large yellow right eye spews bright yellow liquid all over the red-haired woman and the cliff face. The giant feathered grizzly missteps, crushing the woman's leg and causing the creature to tumble over the cliff face.
"Fuck!" Agent Smith yells in horror as he watches AMOS fall four stories, impaling a sharp, 3-meter-tall log lodged in the boulders. The command center freezes wide-eyed at the flailing dying creature on screen. Agent Smith pulls his cell out quickly and dials.
"Klein, Scrub the current request! AMOS is down! Switch to rescue and harvest now!
"What, someone took out AMOS?"
"YES! It's at the bottom of the cliff, bleeding out essence! The woman is covered in it as well. Clean as much of it off her as possible before you take her to the ER.
"Understood!"
Agent Smith, in a rage, slings his phone straight forward, connecting with Private Adams's skull. Adams flinches at the sudden impact of the hard plastic and covers his head. Agent Smith grabs the table in front of him and flips it over, sending the computer equipment crashing to the government-issued tiled floor.
"A two-year cycle gone! All that essence is gone! Now I have to wait another 24 months for AMOS to resurrect!" Agent Smith screams, causing the rest of the staff to recoil away in fear.
"Jones!" Agent Smith says sternly, turning to a petite woman on his left. She stares at him, pleading.
"Yes Sir?'
"Get Officer Nichols on my office line. That fuck up has some explaining. He should have told us AMOS was awake."
"Right away!" Jones quickly sits back down and begins dialing Nichols, thankful she doesn't have to deal with Agent Smith further. The command center quickly shifts gears as Agent Smith returns to his office.
***
Two Weeks later…
"Tabitha… Tabitha… This is Doctor Wilhelm. Wake up." The kind older gentleman said as they gently nudged Tabitha in her hospital bed.
"Where am I?" Tabitha asked, waking from what felt like years of sleep. She sat up, the world still pitch black, but an odd sense of the world around her seemed to hum just behind her eyes.
"You're in the hospital, dear; you scared us. Do you remember anything?" He said as he sat down on the side of her bed.
Tabitha thought for a moment the last parts after she slashed her eyes were a blur. She remembers people yelling and the sound of two or three helicopters over her. " No, it's really all just a blur."
"Well, it's probably for the best. You had some very serious injuries. The first night, we honestly didn't think you would make it. Then…" The doctor trailed off with a concerned expression, not knowing how to explain things further.
Tabitha felt his pulse quicken somehow. She didn't understand it but fully felt or sensed the doctor beside her. She sensed the two other nurses standing at the end of the bed. Her body didn't hurt. She felt great. She felt hungry.
"Doctor, you said had. What happened to my injuries?" She said calmly, trying not to startle the old doctor further.
"Well, Tabitha, it's the closest thing to a miracle I've ever seen. You had violent seizures from the minute you hit the entrance of the ER. We couldn't even set your leg. The medications we gave you had a minimal effect, and you thrashed so much that we had to restrain you. Then, the early morning check-in found you in a deep sleep. All but your eyes were completely healed. So we switched gears to support care and treated your eyes the best we could." He said, watching her reaction.
Tabitha leaned back in her bed, taking in the wild account. "Do you know how I healed so quickly?"
"What happened to you is beyond all scientific reason. A miracle is the only way the staff and I can explain it. I know you have been through a lot, but I want to check your eyes."
"Thank you for all your help, Doctor Wilhelm." She said, sitting up in bed.
"You are most welcome, dear. Now I am going to unwrap your eye-dressing. Hold still, please." he said as he reached up and pulled on the bandage tape. Tabitha felt a quick tug and felt the bandages loosen from around her head. The doctor slowly unwrapped the bandages. The doctor's brow wrinkled as he examined the two large black scabs covering Tabitha's eyes.
"Tell me if this hurts at all, ok?"
"Yes, doctor." She relaxes as the doctor's gloved fingers pass over the scab. He pushes and gently tugs at the side of one, and it starts to lift. He pulls on the scab more, and Tabitha begins to sense the light as it hits her eyelid.
"Oh, I can sense the light, Doctor Wilhelm!" She said, smiling.
"Wonderful! Nurse Allen, please hand me some saline solution. I think a little water will loosen these right up. Hold still; this may feel cold," he said as he reached for the solution. She felt the cool liquid flush over the left eye, then the right. The scabs fell away with a gentle tug from the doctor. She could see the light shine through her eyelids. She grinned widely, happy to have some form of sight left.
"Please open your eyes for me," he said as he sat back on the bed. Tabitha slowly opened her eyes. The flood of light was almost too much, causing her to squint. After a few moments, she adjusted to the fluorescent lights. Three figures began to take shape in front of her. First, the distinguished older features of Doctor Wilhelm came into view quickly, followed by the brunette and blonde younger nurses standing at the end of the bed. Suddenly, her vision snapped into place, crisp and clear.
"I can see perfectly! This is amazing! Thank you, Doctor Wilhem!" she said, turning to look directly into his eyes, but he stared back at her unmovingly.
"Doctor Wilhelm?" she said as her expression became more worried. Doctor Wilhelm just sat staring, intensely focused on her eyes. His expression was overbearingly calm. She glanced at the nurses, rigidly staring back at her with trapped, calm expressions. Doctor Wilhelm began to twitch slightly. It traveled from the base of his spine out to his limbs, finally convulsing.
"Doctor Wilhelm, are you okay?" Tabitha yelled as the doctor began to have a seizure and fell on top of her bed.
"Help Him!" She screamed at the two nurses only to see both of them crumble to the tiled floor. One of them bashed her head off the bed frame. Tabitha recoils back from Doctor Wilhelm in terror as he starts foaming at the mouth. She climbs over the bed rail and hits the tiled concrete floor with a thud. Her adrenaline surges as she bolts for the door, looking for help.
At the entrance of her hospital room, she sees another nurse leaving the adjacent room. "Please, my doctor and staff need help!" As the male nurse turns to see Tabitha, he suddenly goes stiff before collapsing into a violent seizure, spilling his cart over with him.
"What's happening!" Tabitha screams, thinking something is in the air, or everyone has come down with something. A pair of security guards round the corner, hearing the screams and commotion.
"Ma'am, are yo-" The guard freezes mid-stride as he makes eye contact with Tabitha. Both men start to convulse and topple over, thrashing violently on the hard tile.
"No, no, no, no!" Tabitha yells as she darts into the women's bathroom, a few doors up the hall. She runs in, terrified of the situation. She approaches one of the sinks, bracing herself against the cool porcelain. Her stomach turns, and she dry heaves in the sink. She steadies herself while turning on the cold water. Leaning in, she takes a drink. As she looks up, a glint of two yellow eyes catches her. Tabitha stumbles backward on reflex. Then, she sees her reflection in the mirror. Two completely bright yellow eyes stare back at Tabitha. She screams at herself in the mirror, not feeling hungry anymore.
The end.
I will

The Number 47, Synchronicity & the Law of Time Courtney Jamal Dewar, aka Capital STEEZ, came with perfect timing. Wielding a higher message, he revealed to all those around him through his music and his being the corruption of society and all of its constructs. He was fascinated, some would say, obsessed, with the number 47. For him this number held a higher meaning on many levels. First and foremost, he felt it was about synchronicity. He made all of his homies, including myself, aware of how this is the quintessential random number. We literally began to see it everywhere. You can research the numerological significance of 47. Here are just a few: 47 appears to be the quintessential random number of the universe. When a number appears randomly, more often than not, that number is 47. In other other words, if you asked people to pick a number at random, more often than not, that number would be 47. Of course, if 47 shows up more than any other number then it isn’t truly random, but using the word random makes the whole phenomenon easier to describe. From a spiritual perspective, number 47 is a combination of the energies and attributes of number 4 and number 7. The vibrations of number 4 include those of productivity and application, inner-wisdom and practical-thinking, honesty and integrity, endurance and determination, conscientiousness and discipline. Number 4 also relates to our passion and drive in life. Number 7 brings the qualities of spiritual awakening and enlightenment, intuition and inner-knowing, psychic abilities and mysticism, independence and individualism, persistence of purpose and manifesting good fortune.
There is even a much-viewed YouTube spoof of Jim Carrey’s The Number 23, substituting—you guessed it–the No. 47. Jim Carrey's character named Walter is given a book titled The Number 23. Walter starts reading the book and notices striking similarities between himself and the main character, a detective named "Fingerling". Fingerling is obsessed with the 23 enigma, the idea that all incidents and events are directly connected to the number 23 (Weirdly enough when I was younger I was in cod team called 23Enigma) only noted it as of the coincidence.
Jim Carrey told reporters he was so captivated by the 23 enigma even before reading the script that he renamed his production company from "Pit Bull Productions" to "JC23." (Jesus Christ 23?) Oddly enough the first film Carrey worked on with Joel Schumacher his character The Riddler's real name was 'E. Nigma'. According to Carrey, he was reading a book about Psalm 23 when he was first given a copy of the screenplay to review. He said he asked a friend to read the script and "an hour and a half later he was on page 23, circling every 23rd word. That's the kind of thing I want to do to an audience." When he discovered that the first page of the script involved the lead character trying to capture a pit bull, he was "freaked out," given the change in name of his production company. (Pitbull productions) My Nicknames Pitty, short for pitbul (These are just speculations) Also I've gathered others inputs and went down a deep rabbit hole. Mind you, this is just connections that has been gathered over time, but the consistency of certain "coincidences" are interesting to say the least. Just try to piece together the connections even though it may be out of radar due to us living completely different lives.
James > Cleveland Cavaliers (Cavs) > Number 23 > Nicknames are King James & The Chosen One
Cavs is the nickname of my last name Cavanagh
When you flip the cleveland cavaliers logo upside down it is quite similar
(The hat I've worn since 14, P represents the nickname"Pitty:" short for pitbill a nickname ive had since i was around 10 years old.
Matthew writes that on 23 occasions Jesus blessed 47 people.
The Bible credits Jesus with 47 miracles.
The Declaration of Independence has 47 sentences. Originally published: 4 July 1776 (4/7)
1947 is when the UFO crashed at Roswel
The Tropic of Cancer and the Tropic of Capricorn are 47 degrees of latitude apart.
Capital STEEZ died from allegedly leaping from the Cinematic Music Group’ either gripping a bible or with it strapped on his back There is also the fact that a blood lunar eclipse will occur in New York at 3:47 am on STEEZ’s birthday in 2047, and then the lunar eclipse which will occur after this one is part of the Lunar Saros series 135. He said he named the song 135 for “5th dimensional synchronization”... whatever that means, this would be a massive coincidence.
How Many People Can See This Eclipse? Number of People Seeing... Number of People* Fraction of World Population At least some of the penumbral phase 4,070,000,000 When the Eclipse Happens Worldwide — Timeline Event UTC Time Time in Melbourne* Penumbral Eclipse begins 7 Jul at 07:47:47 Visible in Melbourne 7 Jul at 5:47:47 pm On capital steez birthday.
STEEZs last tweet “the end” Was posted December (23) 2012 The building steez died (The colliers office) is on 666 fifth avenue, 10103 10+10+3=(23), New York. The building was built in 1878 The bohemian grove was established in 1878 The address of the CMG label building is on 40 west (23)rd st, 10010, New York The Freemasonry Grand lodge of New York is on 71 west, (23)rd st 10010 NY. Directly located across the same building STEEZ died. Yeah. West 23rd st, w is the (23)rd letter in the alphabet. In Hebrew the letter W represents the number 6 The fraction 2/3 in decimals=0.666 The freemasonry grand lodge of New York was founded in December 15, 1782 15, 1782 1+5+1+7+8+2 = 24. December 24 the date that's etched on STEEZs tombstone. A police report about his death has never surfaced, information has never been released, but there is pictures of his gravestone (see here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuFVUJJR4Ug) and on that gravestone it says 24/12/12, which actually adds up to 48, yet he tweets on the 23/12/12 stating 'The End. Steez was ready to open up Pandora’s box and expose the illuminati occult in a way that has never been done before. It gets deep. Just think about it guys. Steez was an intellectual genius. He would obviously know that suicide actually makes u go to hell and not heaven. As a believer in the lord he would never commit suicide.
I'm not sure if you're paying attention to the ryan garcia trying to reveal how something tragic happened to him where he was taken to boheiman grove and forced to watch things i wont mention here People said his crazy and on drugs, sad thing is, I believe he is telling the truth Fast forward he wasn't on drugs and
Peep his song "Free The Robots" https://youtu.be/XcmR8DxuHBA
STEEZ has definitely made a positive impact on this world by introducing a new way of thinking and spirituality, even more of an impact than a lot of artists who are still alive... Capital STEEZ was 19 at the time of his death.
There is also gematria behind his death it has to do with numbers. I’ll explain what it is for those who aren’t aware of it. Gematria is the decoding of letters to numbers, it’s used to translate ancient Hebrew Scriptures. But it’s also the code for the entire world. The most basic way I can put it is that it’s as simple as ABC=123, they use these numbers thru media, and the thing that’s being shown on the media always correlates with Masonic numbers and words that correlate with whatever and whoever is being shown on the news or media and whatever event is taking place always correlates 100% of the time. In news, sports, music industry, Hollywood, politics, everything. In Numerology, which is different from gematria. After calculating his name I came across a lot of similarities when calculating mine in various forms.
While calculating his name i came across things relating to me like Like "Melbourne Victoria Australia, Royal Melbourne Hospital, june twenty fourth. From his name which connected to me personally as i was born in that hospital, thats the city i live and my birthday. The similarities left me wondering if it was actually real or not so I used multiple different calculators and paid for a membership on gematrinator to get maximum results and ended up noticing so much our mine and steezs calculations were similar answers in different form, and answers i got with his name ultimately connected to mine, vice versa. So i was intrigued and these are a list of numbers that matched up with our names. This is all speculation based on connections that seem to be very consistent peep this
Calculating these variations of our names such as Courtney Jamal Dewar / Courtney jamal Dewar Jr / Courtney Everald Jamal Dewar Jr / Capital STEEZ / Nathan Cavanagh / Nathan James Cavanagh / Nathan James Cavanagh Sciarra, calculations all listed together when I noted them all I didn't think to label to each name as I was so captivated by the coincidences I just kept going down the rabbit hole. I came across profound links to both our names that binds us both to the unique synchronicities that were to apparent to all be ruled as pure coincidence, such as his name calculating to my birthday, place of birth and city, and city i live to say the least.
These are calculations through gematria, some are our calculations mixed in this as I was just noting down every connection I noticed
The first and the last Eye Of Horus Total Eclipse the numbers of gods matrix coordinated universal time Capital Steez June Twenty Forth (my birthday) came up from steez name Lunar Eclipse Sacrifice July (2047 lunar eclipse on steezs birthday) The Central Intelligence Agency A WISE TALENTED MUSIC PRODUCER Royal Melbourne Hospital (where I was born) The Holy Bloodline Of Jesus The Return of Christ Exodus Luke synchronisation The Synchronicities Of Jesus The Book Of Revelations Vibrational Frequency Biblical Prophecy Melbourne Victoria Australia (where im from), came up on steezs calculations The Royal Bloodline The Divine Bloodline Of Jesus fourth of jew lie Energy frequency vibration The Holy Lineage Of Christ One Who Understands Mysteries december the twenty fifth. ..... speaks for itself A Door to another dimension New Moons And Solar Eclipse twenty four seven (my birthdays the 24th, his is the 7th) the victory of the lamb multidimensional royal regiment of scotland Golden Gate Sacrifice Gods Gift Clairvoyant The Chosen One The Two Appointed Ones Leaving For Heaven David And Daughter Of The Oath Are One Almighty God Roars Upon His Throne Powerful Great Grandma The Lord On Earth Donald Trump Assassination Lords Alignment The Lord Gods Here God Is Really Here God Birthdate Encoded End Of Times God Code The Code Of The Lord Lord Birthday Code Gods Provable Code Gods Alive Loser Access Into Heaven Twenty Three The Anunnaki Gods Jesus Is Coming A True Prophet The Seventh Seal What is Jesus's number? 888 Apollo Is The Beast Of Revelation See Fulfillment Of The Book Of Isaiah Prophecy The Serpent In Genesis Describes The Mark Of The Beast See The Forced Evil Mark Of The Beast Foiled The Victory Of The Lamb May The Lord Fill Your Heart Two Masters Is Cancer (steez and I are both Cancer) God Of Eternity We Are God Twins Maker Of New Earth A Two Edged Swords Xanax Vicodin Addiction (i struggled with bad) The Bible Is Intentionally Concealing Information The Galactic Jesus the Anointed One Moses Will Come The King Is Coming Miraculously Encoded By God Pyramids On Mars Forests On Mars Holy Spirit Of Zeus We Are Absolute Infinite Sent By The Gods Powerful Great Grandma999 Burning Alive The Gang Stalkers. (long story short I was a victim of whay they call gangstalking when I was reaching my peak or enlightenment and have been trying to get back to that state again, all I can describe it as is demonic torment) Enoch 777 on YouTube speaks on it good.) A Fourty Seven Mandating The Poisonous Jabs Knowledge Of God Brings Eternal Life Death Isnt So Scary Anymore Invictus Sol The Lion And The Lamb https://imgur.com/gallery/ztGPJGS The Lord Is Here Coming To Restore The Eternal Kingdom The Blood Of The Lamb Contact With A God Revival Jesus The Annointed One the key to it all I Am The Holy Grail Sun Moon Earth Revelation Nine Spirit World I Am The One Lord Jesus Christ I Know All Codes And Connections The Wisdom Of God Word Of The Lord Quantum Entanglement Theory The Anunnaki Path Almighty God Roars Upon His Throne 173 Enoch Chapter Ninety Five Pyramids Have Hidden Chambers Music Is My Life Revelation Five Everyone Is God Forever Jesus Walking With God Vision Of Gabriel New Revelation Seven Wonders Symbiotic Craft Thank You James (my middle name is James) Words Of The Bible Isaiah Fourteen Thirteen Trumps Last Son He Is Jesus Crown Chakra God Is You Gods In A Body The Resurrection Of Life The Book Lj Enoch King Jesus Gods Wrath We Are At War Truth Hidden In Plain Sight Double Conciousness The Anointed Lay Dead On The Cross Dragon Of China Is The Anti Christ. A Seed Of Jesse Angelic Guidance Black Pyramid Hidden Truth In Plain Sight King Messiah Heavens Dream Let The Decoding Fun Begin Add Up Letters Notorious Names The Child Of Christ Aliens Exist Spirit Of Moses C E R T I F I C A T E Of Baptism Of The Lord Of Christ Alchemist Fluoride To Heaven God Is Number Codes Numerical Language Learning Decoding Is Fun The Lord Of The Messiah The Book Of Hidden Messages Eight Eight Eight Nine Nine Nine Lost Books Of The Bible Rna Vaccine Maternal Ancestors Are Of Royal Descent You Are Gifted Frequency Turn Off Your Smart Phone I Am Eternal Life David Christ Gods Son The Sound Of Jesus Coming Help Others Realize Full Potential Implants During Surgical Procedures The Solar System And Thoughts The Reincarnation Of King David King David Divine Dna Is Activated Jesus Returns To Earth The Lion Of Judah Is With Us (Steez would speak about Judah)
Jamal Dewar; psalm twenty three Jesus son of God Nathan Day Revelation fourteen one Spiritual warfare Gang Stalker (experienced this myself) Satanic Cults Commit Suicide forty seven problem Bloodline of Jesus Christ The End (when this came up my jaw dropped.) And the God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you Amen The Holy Mother of Jesus christ Are you ready for whats coming july seventh twenty eighteen
Courtney Jamal Dewar, Jr: The Book Of Revelations Vibrational frequency MELBOURNE VICTORIA AUSTRALIA (where I live) Christ Resurrection Satan Rules The World The Divine Bloodline of Christ synchronization Biblical Prophecy Capital steez Exodus Luke The Divine Bloodline of David Second Christ The Return of Christ Jesus Resurrection Jesus Christ Bloodline
I added stuff from my name as it was so coincidental I didn't think to label them at first I just wrote down anything I thought added up This is just deep research into who reminds me of myself My instagram is mistapitty Listen to The Resurrection by Pitty https://on.soundcloud.com/Xn3nN
Listen to Revelation 22 by Pitty https://on.soundcloud.com/gBAja
Peep his song "Free The Robots" https://youtu.be/XcmR8DxuHBA
STEEZ has definitely made a positive impact on this world by introducing a new way of thinking and spirituality, even more of an impact than a lot of artists who are still alive... Capital STEEZ was 19 at the time of his death.
There are four gospel accounts of Jesus' life and ministry. Each of these emphasizes a unique aspect of his sacrifice and ministry. Matthew's focus is on Christ being the son of David and a King.
Look into the etymology of your name. - What Does Nathan Mean? The name Nathan means “Gift of God” or “God has given.” In the Old Testament, Nathan was a prophet and one of King David's sons; he acted as a messenger to King David and is considered one of Jesus' ancestors. (David name of my biological grandfather) (James is my middle name) - James is a classic, traditional and Biblical name (Saint James, of course, was Jesus's brother and one of the 12 apostles) meaning "supplanter" or "replacer." It's derived from the Latin Jacomus which also means "may God protect.
Every letter to Capital STEEZs full name calculates to 147 when done in reverse on the gematria calculator and mine equals to exactly 470 when done in reverse.
"Nathan James Cavanagh Sciarra" = 470 (Reverse Reduction) N a t h a n 104 13 26 7 19 26 13 J a m e s 87 17 26 14 22 8 C a v a n a g h 159 24 26 5 26 13 26 20 19 S c i a r r a 120 = 470 8 24 18 26 9 9 26 Reverse = 470
"Capital STEEZ" = 47 (Reduction) C a p i t a l 26 3 1 7 9 2 1 3 S T E E Z 21 = 47 1 2 5 5 8 Reduction = 47
"Courtney Everald Jamal Dewar" = 147 (Reverse Reduction) C o u r t n e y 41 6 3 6 9 7 4 4 2 E v e r e s t 41 4 5 4 9 4 8 7 J a m a l 35 8 8 5 8 6 D e w a r 30 = 147 5 4 4 8 9 Reverse = 147
On June 24th 2022: Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn are lining up in the pre-dawn sky, a planetary procession that could be seen above the eastern horizon And what’s even more remarkable about this month’s lineup is that the planets are arranged in their natural order from the sun. The best day to see the spectacle will likely be the morning of June 24 of 2022, weather permitting, as the planetary parade will be joined by the waning crescent moon. This is three days after the summer solstice (or winter in australia), which is June 21. What makes this so unique is the last time we had 5 planets aligned in this fashion, was in March of 1874.
All of the "classical" planets will be viewable in the early morning skies of June 24th 2022. Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn will be visible, all apparent to the naked eye even under urban light pollution. On the 24th, our moon will be situated between Venus and Mars, so you could say the Earth-Luna system will complete the "perfect" alignment. Under the darkest skies, one will be able to see seven planets in one sweeping gaze. The same year December 24th (25th in Australian time) the planets will align in their correct order outward from the sun for the second time this year, after a pre-dawn alignment in June was on my birthday. STEEZ is said to have died on the 24th of December 👉 https://imgur.com/gallery/0RVIxxA
In australian time it would've been the 25th as we are a day ahead
Alternatively, 25 December may have been selected owing to its proximity to the winter solstice because of its symbolic theological significance. After the solstice, the days begin to lengthen with longer hours of sunlight, which Christians see as representing the Light of Christ entering the world. This symbolism applies equally to the celebration of the Nativity of Saint John the Baptist on 24 June, near the summer solstice, based on John's remark about Jesus "He must increase; I must decrease." John 3:30 NRSV.[59] Now check out the following texts from the bible, they speak of the solstice here. 👉 https://imgur.com/gallery/0RVIxxA and I thought I should add this as it seemed to be quite a coincidence of the date i posted this somg and the content of the posts she made. It aligned with those geomatria calculations I made and i wish I could document snd explain why certain ones just synchronzie but it'd be to hard to comphrened.
"AFTER THE SOLSTICE, THE DAYS BEGIN TO LENGTHEN WITH LONGER HOURS OF SUNLIGHT, WHICH CHRISTIANS SEE AS REPRESENTING THE LIGHT OF CHRIST ENTERING THE WORLD. THIS SYMBOLISM APPLIES EQUALLY TO THE CELEBRATION OF THE NATIVITY OF SAINT JOHN THE BAPTIST ON 24 JUNE, NEAR THE SUMMER SOLSTICE, BASED ON JOHN'S REMARK ABOUT JESUS "HE MUST INCREASE; I MUST DECREASE." JOHN THE BAPTIST ANNOUNCES THE COMING OF THE LIGHT THROUGHOUT HIS LIFE, JOHN THE BAPTIST, ANNOUNCES THE COMING OF JESUS, THE COMING OF NEW TIMES, JOHN ANNOUNCES THAT GOD IS GRACIOUS TO HIS PEOPLE BY ANNOUNCING THE COMING OF THE SON OF GOD. BEHOLD, HE IS COMING WITH THE CLOUDS, AND EVERY EYE WILL SEE HIM, EVEN THOSE WHO PIERCED HIM; AND ALL THE TRIBES OF THE LAND WILL MOURN OVER HIM.” –ZECHARIAH 12:10-14; DANIEL 7:13-14 SO IT IS TO BE. AMEN (AGREED, YESHUA HIMSELF IS THE AMEN 3:14). “I KEPT LOOKING IN THE NIGHT VISIONS, AND BEHOLD, WITH THE CLOUDS OF HEAVEN ONE LIKE A SON OF MAN WAS COMING."
John the Baptist day is 24th of June.
"The flower of life, represents global consciousness and like there's this thing on the consciousness grid, the last piece, it has to be the flower of life and it has to align with the sun and all that stuff and it will wake up global consciousness & as i further in my ascension I hope to build it one day" "Some people might think this type of thinking, first of all this type of thinking might jump over a lot of people's heads" "I think humans need to lighten up, maybe try lighten up" - STEEZ
Someone regarding STEEZ: "Did he think there were codes in the Bible or something? I’ve heard him say he knows the “code” does anyone know what the code is? He was a truly enlightened person I wish I could understand him better."
STEEZ supposedly said he had to die now in order to save the Earth in 2047, which is when the world is supposed to end. Before he killed himself his friends say he withdrew not only from them, but rap in general, saying he was going to become a superhero.
(My birthday)24th of June 1999 = 2+4+6+1+9+9+9 = 40 STEEZ birthday) 7th of July 1993 = 7+7+1,993 = 2007.) 40 + 2007 = 2047
Now read a conversation he had on Facebook prior to death https://www.kanyetothe.com/threads/rip-capital-steez.354864/page-42?post_id=16781894&nested_view=1&sortby=oldest#post-167818 His song Dead Prez (credit to who found these calculations as this wasn't mine) If you wanna conspire a little, we technically have had 46 different president so far, tho truly only 45 different guys have been in office. This year, if we elect a new president they will be our 47th prezident. You could say that happens when the next president is elected, or when the second new president is elected because then there'd actually be 47 different people. On the contrary, you could predict that once 47 presidents have died, something very significant will happen because the song is about DEAD presidents. It'll happen in most of our lifetimes i wonder what will happen 2047?
https://imgur.com/a/bOpRy
FORTY, THE NUMBER: "Forty days was the period from the resurrection of Jesus to the ascension of Jesus some scholars note that 40 days in the Bible doesn't always mean 40 days literally, but may be a symbolic way of saying "a longer time. A master number and part of the “awakening code”. Also Jose Arguelles’s kin is 11 – he brought forth the Law of Time aka the World Thirteen Moon Cale In the Bible, next to the number seven, the number forty occurs most frequently.
Here's an article on Fader that's kind of aligns some things I've discovered.
https://www.thefader.com/2013/11/26/capital-steez-king-capital
Check out these images, not a lot of people would've seen these: h ttp://i.imgur.com/nPE90.png / http://i.imgur.com/sHtdM.png / http://i.imgur.com/ZcNu2.png - he thought he was the alchemist that had the key for world peahttp://i.imgur.com/ZcNu2.png Deshay posted this on Facebook after his immediate death: "Fxck.... This shxt jus rly fxcked me up. Me and Steezus JUST made plans to record on Saturday now hes gone. RIP Capital STEEZ" Joey said he believed he sacrificed himself for spiritual rebirth.
The End THE WIDELY ACCEPTED STORY is that Courtney ‘Jamal’ Dewar committed suicide by jumping off the Cinematic Music Building in Manhattan on 23.12.12 – which equals 47, the rapper’s favourite number. None of the city’s newspapers reported his death. As a result of inconsistent stories and a lack of police intelligence, confusion surrounds the heart-breaking event for the Dewar family. In a 2013 interview with Fader, an anonymous member of Pro Era said, “STEEZ told some of the Pros that he was thinking of killing himself by jumping off the building where Cinematic had its offices.” Dirty Sanchez a close friend of the late rapper recalled, “Nothing was working. Nothing. It was like too late. He made up his mind already.”
Today I will be briefly explaining the practice of Gematria. Gematria comes from ancient Jewish mysticism. It is the practice of combining the letter with the number, with the word. It is said this is how God created the world.
How does it work? Gematria has 4 major ciphers. The first two are easy as ABC, literally. For example A=1 B=2 C=3. And so on. The code can also be read backward from Z to A. This is called reverse ordinal. There are two more ciphers that are equally important but a bit more nuanced so for the sake of clarity I’ll leave those explanations to the work of Zachary K Hubbard. But to put Gematria into usable terms I’m gonna explain a decode I did recently. If you want to decode a word or phrase without doing the math yourself, there is an extremely helpful calculator at gematrinator.com it will give you all four cipher values for your word or phrase in an instant, as well as compare it with corresponding ciphers. Without further ado let’s look at this example:
Here I will outline some interesting numbers that coincide with the rapper Capital STEEZ and the numbers surrounding the music industry as well as numbers that come up with race, and other things I found eye grabbing.
(Credit to another user on here) First off I’ll start with Capital STEEZ, The interesting number here is the full reduction number, 47. It’s eye grabbing for many reasons, but we’ll start with a little back ground. Before Capital STEEZ’s (aka Jamal Dewar) death (suicide) in 2012, STEEZ was apart of an up and coming rap group known as Progressive Era, or ProEra for short. A known staple among these young men were the belief in “47 chakras” and “indigo children”. The two are a topic on their own, but the interesting part is that such a powerful number in Jamal Dewar’s life also coincides with the Gematria of his rap name. But that’s not it! Let’s continue
Capital STEEZ English ordinal: 137
Full reduction: 47
Reverse ordinal: 187 ( see pushed off a roof)
Reverse full reduction :70
Now keep an eye on 70, as we shall see him more as well.
Next we will decode the gematria of the reported means of STEEZ’s death, suicide. This is where I admittedly started getting intrigued.
Gematria of Suicide:
English Ordinal: 70
Full reduction: 34
Reverse ordinal:119
Reverse full reduction: 47
Wow. The exact same values but flipped.
Just a mere coincidence I’m sure But let’s continue .
With these next two we will see two repeats of values, one new value, 88 and a previously used value, 34. As well as 65
Jamal Dewar
English ordinal: 88
Full reduction: 34
Reverse ordinal: 182
Reverse full reduction: 65 ————————— Phrase: pushed off the roof
English Ordinal: 187
Full reduction: 88
Reverse ordinal: 245
Reverse full reduction: 65
And the next term we will decode will be Jamal’s occupation of rapper. Here we will see a reverse of our main number in question, 47, which I’ve found to be reoccurring as well.
Rapper
English ordinal: 74
Full reduction: 38
Reverse ordinal: 88
Reverse full reduction: 34
I’m beginning to sense a bit of a pattern here... But let me move on Now it’s time to get a little spicy
Jamal Dewar commited suicide on the night of December 23, 2012, though his wiki has his death on the 24 I believe as it was around midnight. Many articles coming out about his death including one I read from thefader.com reported his death on the 23rd. I specifically remember this detail because I was a huge fan of his and Pro Era at the time and it was a huge loss to the community.
December is the 12th month
12
23
12
Care to guess what that equals?
Yep. 47
Here are some other related phrases put into the gematrinator calculator:
Brooklyn New York (where proera is from)
223 79 182 74
Suicide by fall 128 56 223 79
Are you seeing the synchronization of these seemingly unrelated words and phrases?.
The word murder and murdered both have synchronized gematria with Jamal. We also see another repeat with 38, also found in the full reduction of the word rapper.
Murder
English ordinal: 79
Full reduction: 34
Reverse ordinal: 83 (38 reverse)
Reverse full reduction: 38
Murdered ,interestingly enough, though only being two letters away from murder, is actually more closely related numerically to jamals name and the word rapper, But there are similarities abound. Murdered.
English ordinal: 88
Full reduction: 43 (34 reverse)
Reverse ordinal: 128
Reverse full reduction: 47
Wow. This one really stands out to me. Every single number code number is used in the over all code of Capital steez just in this one word.
We see the repeats of 88 and 47 as well as the reverse of 34 for the first time and a repeat in the numbers of 128, which we saw as 182 above.
This one is slightly unrelated so I left it sort of by itself but I still maintain it’s validity as it’s use in the music industry is still relevant. That is the word racist. Race is huge in the overall narrative that msm tries to portray.
Racist
English ordinal: 70
Full reduction:25
Reverse ordinal: 92
Reverse full reduction: 47
racist and suicide are perfect matches on the front end and back end. 70 and 47.
Here’s another nugget.
The phrase : jumped to his death
English ordinal: 178 (pushed off the roof 187)
Full reduction: 70 (pushed off the roof 88)
Reverse ordinal:254 (pushed off the roof 245)
Reverse full reduction :83 (pushed off the roof 65)
Leap also shares 34 and 84.
Suicided 74 38 142 52
Occult
English ordinal: 74
Full reduction: 20
Reverse ordinal:88
Reverse full reduction:34
3 more repeats
The year of his suicide was a leap year
Leap year
English ordinal:83 Full reduction: 38 Reverse ordinal:133 Full res verse reduction: 43
Target audience: 133 61 245 83 Suicidal: 78 33 138 57 Hidden mission: 142 70 209 74 Some of these numbers are conjecture but there’s a lot of links between the numbers. 47/74 being the one of the more prominent, as well as 83/38, 34/43, 70, 245/254, 88, 33, 29/92/209, 182/128 all of these numbers connect in one way or another. Now it wouldn’t mean much if we didn’t know more about the nature of these numbers and how and where they appear. But since these number keep popping up in accordance to things like CONTROL GRID or MYSTERY RELIGION or SUPREME MATHEMATICS it seems almost impossible for it to be mere coincidence. Anyways I urge you guys to think for yourself and put in some work and see if you can find any use of this practice. God bless
Ps:
STEEZ’s debut album ”amerikkkan korruption” Came out on 4-7-2012 another 47. Vibration equals 47
A theory out there is that the cabal needed him to die because STEEZ was really bringing influence to more and more young minds with knowledge and the way STEEZ attacked and exposed certain things is not a good thing for those in power, the label that Joey wanted to sign when they were pro era, was a Jewish man named Jonny Shipes. if you’ve extensively went down the “rabbit hole”, like extensively, and you’d say you’re pretty “woke” (I hate that word), then you may know that most labels especially Jewish owned labels are basically the portals into The Illuminati cult, the Jesuit organization that controls the entire world. Oh and remember the news outrage, and investigation because of the 47 “swa stikkas” all over NY, yea you think these Jonny Shipes fucked with that? Nah. But this is all speculation.
It wasn’t long after Capital STEEZ's unfathomable passing on 12/23/12 – 12+23+12 = 47), which was only days after December 21, 2012, the precise date calculated by the great Mayans to be the end of a Great Cycle, that I received knowledge & became aware of the Law of Time. This seemingly new cosmology felt ancient and I quickly realized it had EVERYTHING to do with Synchronicity! I even found the number 47 to be ever ubiquitous throughout this 13 Moon calendar system.
"The next chapter is unstoppable. And yet, the greatest revolutions sometimes originate from the confines of impossibility, do they not? Break the code. It could make a leap and make possible a decision that defines the order of things that are." " Reality is a mathematical model which gets solved over and over again by the observer your thoughts are computations. And they render this world for you to call your own. Not all processors are alike. Different brains produce different realities. The variations go from the subtle to the drastic. Your mind defines how much you can taste. How much you can feel. How much you can understand. Perception defines perspective. We designed you and made sure to engineer your senses so you could perceive just what we needed you to. Neither more nor less. There are parts of time we preferred you remained blind to. It was a necessity."
The Law of Time, I found to hold the most profound yet simple teaching; our Time is not Money, Time is Art. I was able to grasp a greater vision of how we as humans have created an artificial timing system where our time here equates to how much money we can accumulate, where we are constantly stressed by this false belief of our making, and where there is never enough time… This system of our making and continuous propagation has only served to separate us from our Selves, from each other, and ultimately, from nature. Hence, resulting in the chaos and disharmony prevalent in the world today.
What is the greatest common factor of 23 & 47? 1 is the greatest number that 23 & 47 is divided to. The Chosen One @mistapitty ㄣ

The legend of la Lechuza is one that can be heard all over Mexico. It is said that a lechuza, or owl, specifically a white owl, is a bruja or witch that has taken the form of this owl. There are small owls that are believed to be witches, but the legend of La Lechuza is one giant owl. Some say it is a white owl, but there are stories and reports that it is black owl. It is 7 feet tall and has a wingspan of 15 feet. Although it is an owl, it is said to have the face of an old woman. This specific lechuza has been reported only in Chihuahua, Coahuila, Durango, Nuevo Leon and Tamaulipas and in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas and California, especially southern CA. According to most variations of the legend, the Lechuza was once a woman who was wronged and now seeks revenge. Sometimes villagers killed her child, other times the child was killed by a drunk (and she is known to attack drunkards). Some other versions of the legend tell that the witch herself was killed by locals and came back to seek revenge. Depending on where you hear the tale, the lechuza is sometimes just one bruja, but in other places, any bruja can become this giant owl, it is a witch that has sold her soul to the devil and they transform at night. Legend says that the cry of a Lechuza mimics the cry of a baby or whistles and they use it to lure you outside, to take you and make you their meal. Sometimes the cry of the Lechuza is said to be an omen of death, if you hear it, a family member will die. Some say dreaming of the Lechuza is also an omen of death. The Lechuza is so big that it can carry a grown adult in its talons. The Lechuza is said to bring storms with it and cannot be harmed by guns. It is also said to prey on human emotions, often appearing during domestic disputes and waiting for her next victim to storm outside. Some versions of the legend, the Lechuza only preys on adult men, drunks specifically, but in others the lechuza craves the blood of newborn babies and especially unbaptized babies. It is common to be told, “do not whistle three times at midnight” for it is an invitation for the Lechuza. It is said the Lechuza has swooped down on cars and can travel at the same speed. According to legend, salt can protect against it, and many put salt on their windows at night for protection. If you see it, you should also cuss her out to drive it away, but other versions of the legend say this may make it more mad, so be wary of this one. Tying a rope of 7 knots and hanging it on your door will also protect you, since it is a sign of acknowledgement and respect toward the lechuza. Some say praying can also save you, specifically the Magnifica (Magnificat), a prayer from the gospel of Saint Luke, but it must be recited in Spanish and then also backwards. There are many stories of sightings of the Lechuza, the following is Nuevo Laredo, in the 1950s: There was a lechuza terrorizing the town, and the locals came up with a plan to kill it. It was lured out of the trees by using a child as bait. When the Lechuza attempted to take the kid, locals fired at it with guns, but only hit its claws before it flew away. The next day, they went to the house of the bruja they believed to be the Lechuza and she answered the door with a bandaged leg. This is a story found on reddit, from the 90s or early 2000s: A 9 year old living south of San Antonio, TX, in between two little towns called Von Ormy and Lytle was at home alone watching Spongebob. The sun had just set and it was a full moon. (we’ll use a fake name), Child heard noises outside and thought it was their dad coming home from work and naturally went outside excited to greet their dad. However, their dad was not out there, instead it was a massive owl. It was sitting on a picnic table across the street and looking right at them. The massive bird was jet black. It stared for another 15 minutes but then left when the father arrived home. The kid told their grandma about this and she began praying and doing a limpieza (a cleaning) with an egg, and told the kid the story of the lechuza. The kid did not feel fear however, and wondered if the bird was there to warn them about something. Not too much later, there was a giant storm that damaged a lot, except the house and the picnic table where the lechuza was sitting.

I'm not sure if that post title even makes sense but it's kinda late and I can't sleep. Maybe you have black cat energy? Maybe I should stop these comparisons?
Anyway, in all seriousness, my name is Derek and in the interest of connecting with someone real I'm just going to keep it open and transparent. Maybe you'll do the same. I figured I'd give this reddit thing one more shot.
* 6'3"
* Bearded
* Full head of hair (though more grays are popping up all the time)
* If you're into burly Jason Kelce type men, I got you covered i.e tall, broad, hairy, handsome?
* I wish I had a better smile, but what can you do right?
* I oddly get complimented on my hands a lot. A woman really did tell me to model watches once. No idea why I wrote that here, but if you're into that, awesome haha
* Yes, I can probably fix most things around the house. Except electrical and plumbing - won't touch that.
* I can cook and I was also raised on the idea that if a woman cooks you a meal, even if it's not good, you eat all of it because she made it for you. Maybe a bit old fashioned but I don't disagree with it.
* I'm introverted (probably like most people here) but I like deep conversations and getting to know people.
* I have this thing where I seem to give off a beacon where perfect strangers will tell me their life story or what they're working through if given the chance. This applies to waiters, cashiers, this random guy at the gas station once. People in line at the DMV. Wish I was kidding.
* I have a small, but tight knit group of friends who I know I can count on for anything and I think that's more important than having a ton of friends who never text you back or only call you when they need something from you.
* I'm emotionally intelligent and a good listener. Therapy has helped me a lot over the years work out some issues with anxiety and relationships.
* Fully employed. Own my own house. Car's paid off. Debt free. Hoping to retire early.
* I think for 2024 the flex is actually *not* being busy all the time, like actually being in control of your schedule enough that you can do what you want, when you want.
* I love reading and I read a lot. Tell me what's on your TBR if you like. I'm also a huge history nerd so I'm actually really thinking about the Roman Empire.
* I hate the gym but force myself to go because apparently when you're past the age of 35 you can sneeze wrong or sleep wrong and throw out your neck or back. Fun!
* I will gladly be your plus one to a wedding and tell people we met in line at Target where you were definitely *not* buying anything you didn't need.
* No, I will *not* get things off the top shelf for you because you are a strong, independent woman who don't need no man (kidding, I'll get you a stepladder if you need it).
**What I'm looking for:**
Well, like most folks on here - a longterm relationship haha. Someone ideally I can provide a nice life for. Someone that enhances my life and I enhance theirs. But I'm also aware of how damn hard that is in 2024 and the year is almost half over. When describing someone I get along with I always apply what I call the "16 hour roadtrip" rule, i.e, could I go on a 16 hour roadtrip with this person and have the conversation feel effortless? Do we not run out of things to talk about? Can we tolerate the silences, the small talk, etc. I love making inside jokes with someone, people watching, and a woman who can make me laugh is pretty special in my opinion. We don't have to talk about our jobs, tell me what keeps you busy outside of work. What's your favorite show? What is your Roman Empire? (For the record, I don't think about it *that* much).
Look, I know attraction has to factor into this too. I'm a guy, I love feminine women. I like when I can take a woman out somewhere nice that she can dress up for and toss some heels on. Just being honest.
Anyway, I've probably rambled enough. Get in touch if this at least made you laugh or you're interested. Look forward to hearing from you.
**NOTE:** This came up a bit last time I posted and in case it wasn't clear in the post haha I'm looking for a relationship. That takes time and I'm definitely not looking to rush into anything at the drop of a hat. That being said I'm not looking for a penpal or an online chat buddy. Long distance is okay within reason. But I'm old and need sleep haha. So unless you have a cute British accent it may not be in the cards if you're 5 hours ahead or 5 hours back.