* Species: Feline * Age: 8 * Sex/Neuter status: Male/Neutered * Breed: Siamese/Norwegian Forest Cat * Body weight: 8lbs/3.67kg * History: None * Clinical signs: Frequent attempts at urination, low yield. Low water intake. * Duration: 3 weeks * Your general location: Canada * Links to any test results, X-rays, vet reports etc. that you have: The cat, Original urinalysis with struvite, Recent urinalysis with oxalate
Backstory;
About a year ago, I got a call from a friend of mine. She was out of town, but received word that her sister had gotten into some drugs (heroin and meth) and was found lying on their kitchen floor unconscious, and the animals had been removed from the home. She was gone for the better part of the month, so I was asked if I could provide a home for them until the whole situation was figured out.
When I got there, there was a dog and two cats. The dog was found locked in a kennel for an unknown number of days. He was visibly stressed, but overall okay. One cat (the mother) was found outside at 37C hiding under a deck, severely dehydrated. The other cat (The son, and the cat this post is about) was found hiding in the basement, seemingly okay.
I have previously lived with the two cats before, and knew a lot of their history, so they came home with me. It was decided that the house wasn't a safe place for them, so my place would be a semi-permanent home, at least until the sister was gone.
Fast forward a few months, and several thousand dollars into a vet bill, the mother had to be euthanized. Several months later, the vet we brought her to was in the news for defrauding customers, and performing unnecessary euthanasia on animals. Long story short, we no longer use this vet. Unfortunately we found this out shortly after we had to put my own cat to sleep due to late-progression kidney disease.
The son, still seemingly alright. He was very vocal for attention, and had a fairly rapid (at least from my perspective; I'm no expert) rate of breathing. However, he had always been this way. I'm not sure if he had ever been taken to the vet for it. I asked the previous owner, but he had bounced between homes for much of his life so she wasn't entirely sure.
Current, past few weeks;
Roughly 3 weeks ago, I came home from work to see Tootles (the cat) use the litterbox about 15 times in an hours time. I checked each time (after the first few, anyway) and saw that there were 4-6 drops of urine expelled, every time. I packed him into a carrier, searched for a new vet, and off we went.
The new vet seemed great, and did a short exam, feeling his bladder, etc. and requested a urinalysis. They took him away, and returned after a short while saying that his bladder didn't have enough to run a test and that we would have to collect the urine at home. He gave us a collection kit, and we came back the next day with just enough of a sample to run the test. When we got back, the vet wasn't there and we saw another one.
He informed us that Tootles had "a few" crystals in his urine, and that they were caused by a PH that was more on the basic side of the scale. The PH was 5. He said it was a low to moderate risk based on the number and size of the crystals, and we should keep an eye on things in case they progressed, but as long as we changed the diet he should be fine. He also said there was an infection that needed to be treated, and a concerning amount of blood in his urine. He prescribed two weeks of antibiotics (Clavamox, 0.75ml twice daily by mouth) and 4 days of pain medication (Buprenorphine, 0.8mg/ml twice daily by mouth) with instructions that if the cat appeared to be in distress after the pain meds were done, there was a standing order to refill one more time.
He also told us to change his diet from the current food (Tiki Cat dry food, and no wet food as we could never get him to eat any. He has a catnip allergy, and won't take treats or touch human food either. You can leave tuna or chicken out and he walks away) We came home with Hill's Science C/D wet and dry food, and he took to both instantly. We couldn't believe he was actually eating wet food; its the first time he ever has. GREAT!
We refilled once. However, when we went back to get the pain meds, we were given a quick visit to make sure we were watching for the right things, etc. Right things? The vet only said if he stopped urinating entirely, to bring him in. What right things? This is when the tech went over his results from the original urinalysis with us, and explained in greater detail. He had only 2 white blood cells in the sample, and this was likely due to the irritation in his bladder. No sign of an infection. The red blood cells were likely a response to the irritation in the lining of his bladder, and wasn't of concern as long as there wasn't any blood in his urine. There wasn't. However, she said the number of struvite crystals was alarming, and was considered very high risk at 50ppm, and we should watch for things like dragging on the floor, excessive cleaning/licking of the area, and avoiding the litterbox entirely. Thankfully we haven't seen any of those, but I'm glad somebody actually told us.
Fast forward a couple weeks, and it was time for the followup urinalysis. Still not urinating a lot, still not drinking a lot. His water dish would sit relatively untouched, but he would drink out of a jug if we filled it from the sink. Some of the time. He still eats the dry food, but stopped eating the wet food almost entirely. But overall, he was doing better and seemed to be in less pain and be more energetic/affectionate.
Low and behold, the vet says his bladder is empty again. Back home with a collection kit. it was, however, the mothers day long weekend and the vet was closed for the next couple days. My wife managed to get the sample, although there was a small amount and because of this there was a fair bit of sediment from the collection kit included in the sample. The vet said this would be fine.
I decided to wait while the sample was run, as it was only supposed to take about 20 minutes. 3 hours later, I was called in. New vet again. The struvite crystals were completely GONE! Wahoo! But there's a larger concern, since the same concentration of crystals was now found to be Oxalate. He says the machine could be wrong, but it would be costly to send the sample out to an actual lab, and he recommends taking the cat to emergency instead, and having a full battery of tests run. Xray, blood tests, more urine, ultrasound, etc. This would cost me, he estimated, between $1500-2500 per day that he was going to stay there and it would be an unforeseeable time. He then left for about 20 minutes, to consult somebody on Tootles' health plan. When he came back, he said that they can run a lot of the tests in house for cheaper, but it would still cost me $1100-1200. He then left again, this time for about 30 minutes. When he came back, he now had a different plan, and that was to give fluids via IV, and change his food to Royal Canin SO, and send him home for now. When I asked about the fluids, and if he was dehydrated, he said "a little". Then said if things don't improve noticeably, soon, we'll have to come back for surgery to have his bladder emptied, and worst case his penis removed to make his urethra larger to allow him to pass the crystals on his own.
At this point, I'm about $6500 deep on these two cats, which if I had the money I wouldn't care but its simply no longer available. I don't know who or what to believe, or what my best options are.
Should I be sitting at home waiting for this to resolve itself? From what I'm reading online, it never will, and it could just get worse. Should I be figuring out how to take out loans and take him into the emergency clinic?
Is it common to swing from one extreme to the other when treating with food that is supposed to prevent both? Could the sample have been read incorrectly based on either the sediment from the collection kit, or the fact that it sat in the fridge for a day or two? I'm at a loss here, and just don't want to see my boy in more pain.. or worse.
As of now, he's still not drinking a lot, but it is more than before. He seems to have taken, at least for now, to the new food both wet and dry. He has tons of energy, and aside from being vocal doesn't seem to be in pain but he could just be hiding it well. The final vet we had seen also attributes his rapid breathing and vocalness to the crystals, without examining him further for either, even though they've been quite long term. I'm not sure how long he has had the crystals in the first place.
Any help would be wonderful. Sorry for the long story, but I hope context helps. I included 3 photos at the top, one of Tootles, and one of each of the urinalysis.

Thinking back on every good memory, every moment with you, I want to see the good in you but you haven't proven it to me. What happened to my father? The one who used to play outside with me, the one who would take me on walks, the one who would shape me to be who I am today... Is he the same man standing before me? He's done crystal meth before, and he's almost died twice from it, he promised to never do it again and he still did. I'm so done with this, he may have been fun to be my dad when he was younger, but he never taught me how to be a person, how to clean the house, how to maintain a routine. My mother blames herself as well but I don't, she was fighting cancer, had to get a stomach surgery that she woke up from in the surgery room twice, she's also been dealing with lymphoma and lymphedema and can barely move or walk, she is in constant pain 24/7, when he does it, he starts singing and screaming in his sleep at the top of his lungs, he almost got us kicked out of our current place and he's the reason we didn't have enough to pay rent for the last place (he spent it on alcohol and drugs) I just feel I'm at the end of my rope, I have no friends or nobody to talk to, I don't have anywhere I go regularly, I feel like I can't do anything. And it makes me angry

1. 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Ninja Gaigin starts the user outside the diplomacy setting 3.1 There is a rangers side to the diplomacy mission 3.2 There is a chinese side to the diplomacy mission 3.3 There is an intermediary area mid where people are getting pervitin and amantadine injections for covid and a mingling 3.1.1 The rangers side has an okinawan base 3.1.2 The okinawan base has a mess 3.1.3 The okinawan base has gender segregated quarters 3.1.4 The female side has a bathroom 3.1.5 The male side has a bathroom 3.1.6 The base has a television in the main area 3.1.7 The base is cooking food at an industrial range 3.1.8 The base has sea level oxygen 16 bars of oxygen throughout the base 3.1.9 The base is lit with standard Lighting 3.2.1 The Chinese side has a Togo Palace and some residential area 3.2.2 The togo palace serves specific food from a coal tar process 3.2.3 Xi Jinpeng's Father has a house 3.2.4 Xi Jinpeng has a room in the house 3.2.5 There is a toilet in the house 3.2.6 There is a kitchen in the house 3.2.7 There is a school of modern arts near the house 3.2.8 The school of modern arts has computers 3.2.9 There is oxygen at sea level 16 bars and also Lighting 3.3.1 The intermediary area links these two districts of the American base and the Lamplight Simulation 3.3.2 People are getting their covid medicine in the intermediary area 3.3.3 People are getting recreational medicine in the intermediary area 3.3.4 People are getting plastic surgery or skin tag removal at the intermediary area 3.3.5 There are computers in the administration area 3.3.6 There is a nurse in the administration area 3.3.7 The administration area has 16 Pascals of oxygen Sea Level 3.3.8 The administration level has lighting throughout. 3.3.9 The level allows navigation throughout Live Game Profile and Class Main https : // www . dropbox . com / scl / fi / bepob14qwcqpqr4ysvq9a / Ninja-Gaigin . zip ? rlkey = 5r883vc6bgon6uox7j070ikf0 & dl = 0 4. The starforge starts the user at a user menu 4.1 The starforge allows the user to build a spaceship class C 4.2 The starforge allows the user to enter a story mode spaceship 4.1.1 The user menu has classes that the user can use 4.1.2 There are power classes which are like Lighting 4.1.3 There are weapons classes which are like weapons 4.1.4 There are medical classes which are like recreational or medical classes 4.1.5 There are armor classes which conflict with power classes 4.1.6 There are specific classes related to cat holding or LSP 4.1.7 There are the ability to assemble the classes on a nice enough computer into a whole class 4.1.8 There is an oxygen class which is neccesary 4.1.9 There is a water class which is neccesary 4.2.1 The story mode ship is drews ship 4.2.2 The story mode ship has a bridge 4.2.3 The story mode ship has a weapons container 4.2.4 The story mode ship has monies 4.2.5 The story mode ship has a secure compartment 4.2.6 The story mode ship has communications 4.2.7 The story mode ship has a toilet 4.2.8 The story mode ship has a galley 4.2.9 The story mode ship has various other equipment including a science lab and foodstuffs 4.3.0 The level allows navigation throughout https : // www . dropbox . com / scl / fi / r0usnq7o4skofol0k6ipv / Starforge-Advanced-Edition . zip ? rlkey = 8elxz0e4j5pdnvvb2pzg6fq8q & dl = 0

My parents have been divorced for about 20 years and they both remarried other people. Unless it involves me or my sister, they usually stay out of each other’s business.
Ndad has stage 4 cancer. I went NC with him in January after a lifetime of him belittling me, undermining my opinions/concerns (esp about his wife who I caught using crystal meth before he married her), devaluing my accomplishments, and treating me like a criminal. The final straw was him telling me I wasn’t qualified to give him advice about filing a complaint against his primary care physician…I’m a lawyer so giving advice is about 90% of my job. But more importantly, I was trying to look out for ndad because I could see very clearly that the doctor’s actions were potentially negligent and it wasn’t going to get any better. And what’s more, after him talking all that mess, I learned from another family member that he recently filed the complaint.
My mom—who I love dearly—has been trying to get me to re-establish contact with ndad. I told her back in January that I had made up my mind about going NC, wasn’t willing to discuss it more than once, and I didn’t want her to bring this up to me again. I set a very clear boundary. But over the past few months, she’s dropped little feelers to see if I might change my mind. This past Friday, she full on brought it up again after I called to share unrelated good news. She started saying stuff like “karma is real” and that she thought what I was doing is wrong. When I was expressing frustration at her for not respecting my boundaries, she accused me of “scolding” her and said she wouldn’t bring it up again, but the damage was done. I told her I was irritated and wanted to end the call, and we hung up.
I had scheduled a plant to be delivered to her for Mother’s Day, so she texted me this morning to thank me for it. I haven’t responded. I want to call her but I’m still irritated about her disrespecting my boundaries. What should I say?

I have been married for over 6 years. Was in a long term distance relationship with my husband before marriage. He was a normal guy, socialising, had a degree and a full time job in a company in his country. From a very well educated family. Things started to shift and I was noticing anger issues but because it was distance relationship I wasnt acknowledging it alot and always thought because we are far thats why we argue and his anger is because of that.
Anyways fast forward we got married in the UK, thats when I was discovering new things about him every day, his behaviour, his understanding, everything about him changed and I kept asking myself this isnt the person that you dated in the past. Few days into our marriage he casually said oh I was on crystal meth for one year and since then I stopped but before I came here my mental health was so bad that I had to tell my parents and they took me to see a psychiatrist and bear in mind this was few months before he came to the UK so his parents knew but they never told me.
In a nutshell for the past 6 years im dealing with someone who has severe mental health issues to name few: depression, anxiety, psychosis, anger issues, memory problems, brain impairment, not understanding or processing things straight away. I have taken him to so many doctors/psychiatrist NHS and private (btw private costs minimum £500 for 30 min session)… On top i'm financially responsible for everything. Fast forward to now, I have no more energy to spend on this marriage, I am now struggling with my own mental health because of all the problems that Im going through. It has affected my career, my health, I see the world in the most miserable way because Im dealing with someone you never imagine how difficult it is. I spend every second of my life on him financially, mentally and emotionally. I always give him my 1000% support but it got to a point now Im collapsing. What do I do? My brain tells me to get divorced because I cant handle it no more but at the same time I feel so guilty and feel so sorry for him and for what hes going through. How do I fix this or how do I get myself out of this?

The duo crucible knights is the worse fucking boss fight in this whole game it's godskin duo on fucking crystal meth everytime I attack one the other one comes and fucking rapes me like I'm a minor on Epstein island they make me want to kill myself and destroy my whole fucking setup whilst fucking fighting them whoever at from software thought it would be a good idea to have 2 fucking crucible knights in one boss fight can go jump off a fucking bridge

I've had this... person in my head for about 20 years now, and I have to give him the lore he deserves.
I'm not too good at drawing faces so it doesn't look like the guy in my head, it doesn't matter. It's more about his personality than his likeness.
𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 ⅩⅢ
AKA: Dark Santa, the Un-Santa, Ol' Snag, Saint Scrap
The great Shame of Christmas,
The bastard son of Santa Claus himself,
Patron Saint of Electrical Wire Scrappers,
———————— 🎄Santa comes down from the chimney.
🗡Snaggletooth comes up out of the toilet. ———————— 🎄Santa leaves gifts under the Christmas tree.
🗡Ol' Snag cuts your power and scraps your electrical wires. ———————— 🎄Santa Claus is portly from eating all the cookies, with a thick white beard, and laughs heartily, "HO HO HO!"
🗡Ol' Snag is gaunt, with burns and sores all over his hands from scrapping all the electrical wiring, and has an oily thin curly-q mustache, whacks off on your toothbrushes and growls, "OH OH OH!" ———————— 🎄If you leave milk and cookies out overnight, Santa will eat them, leaving a few crumbs and an empty cup of milk as evidence.
🗡If you leave your pets roaming about overnight, Snag will take them to train for cage-fighting matches, leaving any bells or collars behind as evidence. Also if you leave your cell phone sitting out he will try to get into it for blackmail purposes. ———————— 🎄Santa wears a fluffy, red & white winter coat, big belt, red pants, with big black boots, and you can hear him because he's got bells on.
🗡Ol' Snag wears a tattered lime-green wife-beater and faded turquoise sweatpants with stains and you can't hear him because he's barefoot. ———————— 🎄Santa Claus has a magical gift sack that has unlimited space for storing all the gifts he gives out.
🗡Ol' Snag has a magical rolled-up sweatpants leg which can be rolled forever which has unlimited space for storing all your wire and valuables. ———————— 🎄Santa loves children and enjoys Christmas because it's all about giving. But he has a naughty list and a nice list and if children are naughty he gives them a lump of coal instead of gifts, but this is because he "loves them and he wants them to be good." (Supposedly)
🗡Ol' Snag enjoys Christmas because it's all about getting. He doesn't keep any lists because he finds generally finds children more-or-less equally shitty. The only value children have to him is that they're easy marks. ———————— 🎄Santa rides a sleigh pulled by reindeer with one special reindeer at the front whose nose glows so bright that it allows them to see at night.
🗡Ol' Snag rides a scooter pulled by a pack of hyena with one special hyena at the front with rabies, whose mouth foam froths so white, that it shines at night and lights the way. ———————— 🎄Aside from leaving gifts under the Christmas tree, If you hang stockings up, Santa Claus will stuff small gifts inside them.
🗡Aside from leaving jizz on your toothbrush, if you leave your toilet seat up, Ol' Snag will drop a turd in there for you because he's always got the shits. If the toilet seat is closed however he gets angry and pulls the lid off the top of the toilet and hides a turd in the toilet tank. ———————— 🎄Santa has a workshop on the north pole with many elves that are busy making Christmas presents. Mrs Claus is Santa's other half and she lives up there with him.
🗡Ol' Snag has a sweatshop on an abandoned cargo ship on the equator. They make counterfeit cigarettes, cheap fentanyl, crystal meth, and disinformation propaganda for supporting various genocidal warlords around the world. Instead of elves working for the Un-Santa, his staff is mostly the blackmailed children of whom he had accessed their phones in his night-time house visits. One particular child caught his attention, which he kidnapped and abused for 2 decades. In Snaggle's warped mind, this child was like a prodigal son. He eventually escaped from Snaggle's captivity to become a hermit in a cave on a mountaintop. That child grew up to become the famous Grinch Who Stole Christmas. ———————— I think it would be fitting such a character truly gets their traits from many people, not just me. A character like this isn't really living up to their potential without being created from the minds of an aggregate cultural source.
So let's go!
What else would the Un-Santa do? What else would he look like? What's his backstory? (Snaggletooth Stinkeye Henchoker is just a placeholder) we can change it, but I like Ol Snag because he takes, and Henchoker is cuz he whacks it in people's bathrooms. Other ideas are welcome all around.
This is an opportunity for us to vomit forth our most depraved, foul, offensive, appalling ideas formed into a singular lump of a miserable schmuck.
I've been adding traits alongside the original Santa's traits to show the lore-pairing that I've sourced but any format should do. Let's birth this magnificent Tulpa.

I'm staying with my cousin in Santa Monica but I'm originally from Ireland. The first thing that struck me was how many people are on the street.
I understand that the majority are either mentally ill, suffering from substance abuse problems or both. Where I'm from, alcohol is the substance that can lead people into that position. My cousin here says it's a tie between crystal meth and opioids. Is that true?

I sat down with my morning coffee and opened my email. It was bursting at the seams as usual.
I clicked on the first link and started skimming through its contents.
I grew up in a haunted house… normally used to this stuff… this was the first time I was ever scared.
Interesting.
There was a video file attached. I clicked on it.
It was a video from a doorbell camera. The video feed looked out onto a beautiful wrap-around porch complete with flower boxes and an American flag blowing in the evening breeze. A few bugs flittered by, but I couldn’t see why I had been sent the video. Then I saw it.
Just barely visible in the darkness, peeking from behind the flower boxes was a face. It didn’t move, you’d think it might be a statue by how still it was, and although about 75% of the face was obscured by the flower box, I could tell it wasn’t human. The skin looked rough, like papier-mâché and the proportions were off. It was a bit uncanny.
The wind blew the flowers in the flower box revealing slightly more of the face. One of the face’s large, unblinking eyes was exposed. Like I said, the proportions were off. It was too big, with no lashes or brow, just a giant white circle with a smaller black circle in the middle. It looked almost cartoony. It started directly into the camera. I started to think someone had just placed a creepy mask in front of the camera until I saw it blink.
A shiver ran up my spine and I had to turn around to check my own surroundings. I have to do that sometimes when I get scared. Just a habit from childhood.
When I turned back to the video screen the face was gone. The video clip ended a few seconds later.
Nope, hell nah. I am not getting involved with whatever that was.
I send a message back:
Heyyyy,
Yuck! Pretty weird, but I can’t help with that, sorry! Maybe try the police?
I opened the next email.
We have something in our house. I can’t sleep. I’m worried for the safety of my daughter.
Blah blah blah.
Another video file was attached.
The video was from a mother’s cell phone as she crept silently through a house. She arrived outside of a bedroom door decorated with unicorns and a sign that read, “Sarah’s room,” in bold letters under which another sign spelled NO BOYS ALLOWED.
I could hear something from the other side of the door. It’s quiet at first, but as the camera draws nearer I could make out the muffled sounds of children whispering to each other and the sounds of toys being dragged across a hardwood floor.
A hand comes into frame as the mother slowly pushes the bedroom door open revealing the messy room of a little girl. Toys are strewn everywhere, Barbies, Hot Wheels and ponies.
The girl who I presume to be Sarah is asleep in her bed.
The mother says quietly to no one in particular, “Don’t disturb my daughter. She needs to sleep.” There are a few seconds of silence. The mother lets out a sigh of relief feeling she’s won this battle. She takes a step towards her daughter, presumably to check on her or kiss her on the forehead, when a low growl fills the room.
“No,” the woman says quietly, but firmly, into the room like a mother would to a misbehaving child. There’s another few seconds of silence, then, like a lightning bolt, a long black arm lashes out from under the child’s bed, grabs a toy from the floor of the room and pulls it back into the shadows.
The mother screams in terror, the daughter wakes up screaming.
The video ends.
Nope. Don’t feel like messing with that one either. I still look under my bed all the time.
I shoot an email back.
Pretty Spooky!
This isn’t my area of expertise, looks like you might need a priest or a rabbi or shaman or those ‘spiritual’ girls you see at music festivals, but not me!
Hope this helps :P
On to the next email.
Ever since my roommate passed away, things have been going missing in my house. I think he might be haunting me. Is this a situation you could help with?
Bingo! Easy Money.
During the pandemic I started a side-gig as an online psychic to earn a little bit of pocket money. It started with Tarot cards and palm readings and has since evolved into…something else. Once COVID restrictions eased I started doing house calls. It’s a fun gig. I make good money and meet some VERY interesting people.
Only thing is I didn’t believe in any of this shit. I would make it all up.
I started off in my Zoom call days by reading a script I wrote with a couple friends after a few beers, I’ve got it memorized now. Actually, I’ve memorized several different scripts now. Sprinkle in a little improv here and there, and I’m as good as the real thing. Honestly, I think I’m just a good salesman. Confidence takes you a long way in this racket.
Sometimes I feel bad and think, “Maybe I should just start selling cars or something,” but I can’t give this up, it’s just too much fun. And it's so easy.
The thing is, when people lose a loved one, they start going a little bit crazy. They don’t sleep, they forget to eat, they are constantly stressed out dealing with funeral arrangements, grieving loved ones and restructuring their support systems. They get a little bit harebrained and eventually they misplace something. They forget they leave the TV on downstairs and hear voices when they are lying in bed. Sometimes they are so stressed and sleep deprived they straight-up hallucinate.
That’s where I come in. A knight in shining armor.
I tell them it will all be okay; I pass a message to them from their deceased loved one saying how proud they are of the person they have become. I prescribe some hot tea and a good night of sleep and bam – haunting nipped in the bud. The client gets a clear head and fresh start on the rest of their life and I get a pocket full of cash. The placebo effect is the real deal.
I knocked on the door of the tiny shotgun house 2 days later around noon. The door opened and a small Mexican man stood in the doorway wearing jeans and a black T-shirt with Tweety Bird and the Taz the Tasmanian Devil on it. He looked tired.
“Hi! Are you Pedro?” I asked the man.
“Yeah, are you…” He pulled out one of my business cards from his pocket, “Mystical Mike?”
Don’t laugh at the name. Magic Mike was already trademarked and alliteration is a winning business strategy.
“Yup that’s me”
I followed Pedro into the house and found myself standing in the living room. A basic set up with a TV, coffee table, couch and a loveseat. The other side of the room was occupied by a small and dirty kitchen. A small kitchen table bifurcated the two spaces. A short hallway connected the living areas to two bedrooms and a bathroom.
We sat at the kitchen table and Pedro gave me the rundown about what had been happening. His roommate passed away about 2 weeks ago under suspicious circumstances. He was a happy, healthy 28-year-old with a clean bill of health and no drugs in his system. Pedro found him dead in the bathtub. Heart attack was the official cause of death.
Since his passing, Pedro claimed things have been getting moved or going missing. He says he hears his roommate’s bedroom door open and close on its own some nights.
You know, typical ghost shit. This was going to be another easy client.
Now Pedro was Mexican, and Mexican means Catholic. Catholics grow up in a ritual rich environment - Reconciliations, confirmations, the transubstantiation of the communion. If your client is Catholic you can’t just walk around the house burning sage or an incense stick. You need a ritual. You need props.
I carry a bag of props with me to each jobsite. Every type of client needs a different type of prop. Among a few other knickknacks, it’s got a handful of Crystals for the ‘spiritual’ girls, incense and sage for the indigenous, a Bible, Torah and a Quran for the religious, an EMF reader for the skeptics or the scientifically inclined, a couple granola bars if I get hungry, and for the Catholics i have a few crosses and rosaries. I also have a Ouija board. Some clients go crazy for the Ouija.
I pulled out the Ouija board and Pedro’s eyes went wide. I immediately knew this was the right tool for the job.
“Are you sure about that,” he asked, pointing at the Ouija board, “I heard bad things happen after people use those things.”
“Don’t worry Pedro, you’re in the hands of a capable professional,” I lied, “I know exactly what I’m doing,”
I set up the board between us, lit some candles and burned the end of a stick of incense. Ready to blow Pedro’s mind.
Before starting I had one last question for Pedro, “What was your roommate's name?”
“Archibald”
“Oh god, seriously?” I couldn’t help it.
“Yeah, he went by Arch, so it really wasn’t too bad”
“Ok, yeah that makes sense. Let’s start this thing.”
I placed my fingers lightly on the planchette in front of us and coaxed Pedro to do the same as I started the ceremony. I started by reciting a few Latin phrases I had memorized after taking it as a foreign language in high school. It was mostly nonsense. It started off with the opening line from one of Cicero’s famous speeches that I was forced to recite for an oral exam, followed by a series of pauses and random words.
Quamdiu mihi consuli designato, Catilina, insidiatus es, non publico me praesidio, sed privata diligentia defendi!
Pūmilio!
Mea Culpa!
Habeas corpus!
If I ever come across a client who actually knows Latin, I’d be screwed, so it’s a good thing almost no one does.
I switched back over to English.
“Archibald! I call you to witness!”
I started moving the planchette slowly around the board, not landing on anything in particular, just to give Pedro the sense something was happening.
“That’s not you, is it?” Pedro asked, a thin mustache of sweat forming on his upper lip. He shook his head in disbelief, for a guy with a darker complexion he was very pale.
Again, I called out to the ‘spirits’, “Is this this spirit of Arch?”
I began to move the planchette towards the ‘YES’ section of the Ouija board, about halfway there I encountered some resistance. The planchette froze. I couldn’t move it. It was as if it was glued to the board itself. Weird.
Improvising, I called out another question, “What do you want from Pedro?”
My fingers tingled and seemed to grow hot as I tried to move the planchette, still it remained frozen in place. Then, slowly, the wooden planchette drifted to H then E. I glanced up at Pedro to see if he was fucking with me. His face was as white as a sheet of paper and he was taking huge deep breaths like a dying fish as he looked down at the planchette, horrified. I get the sense he was faking.
The planchette continued sliding around the board. K then N over to O then W then S.
HE KNOWS.
Pedro looked up at me for the first time since the ritual began. He was trembling.
“Pedro, what's going on?” I asked him, “What do you know?”
Just then, Pedro and I both pulled our hands back in pain as the planchette erupted in flames. This is when I started to feel like I was the one being conned. I looked under the table for magnets or any type of machinery that could manipulate my planchette. I waved my hand over the flaming wooden disk in case somehow Pedro had managed to rig some sort of thin wire to it. All my searches came up empty.
A primal fear grew in my belly.
The planchette started sliding quickly back and forth across the Ouija board stopping at letters too quickly for us to even register which letter it briefly rested on.
“No mames!” Pedro shouted, “What’s it saying?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” I had no idea what to do in this situation? Ask it to slow down? That made sense, “Excuse me, Ghost? Can you slow it down? You’re going too fast for us to understand you”
The planchette came to an abrupt halt and the small flame extinguished itself just as quickly. A beat later, Pedro and I heard a Click from across the room. The television had turned itself on.
Click click click
Pedro and I watched in silence as the television flicked through several channels before landing on a random daytime soap opera. It was muted. We watched the characters act out a silent argument on the screen for a few seconds before the TV unmuted itself just in time for one of the characters to shout, “I SAID-”
Click click. The TV cycled through some more stations.
Liam Neeson appeared on the screen, “Give me back–”
Click click click click
The TV stopped on a wounded soldier in the jungle who screamed, “My Leg!” before the television muted him.
Pedro gasped and clasped a hand to his mouth.
Click click click.
The TV stopped again, this time on a man in a beanie in a meth lab. It unmuted itself, “BITCH!”
Pedro got up from the table and walked into his room. I could hear him opening his closet and rummaging around.
Click click click.
I sat there in silence while the television started playing the Final Jeopardy music.
The whole experience was just too bizarre. I could feel everything I had known about the world melt and re-arrange itself in my head. What did any of this mean? What powers have I been tempting and tampering with the past few years, and worst of all – were all those emails I get everyday actually legitimate? I felt like someone had just poured ice water down my back.
I had figured they were just people pranking me. People who figured I was conning people and wanted to poke a little bit of fun.
I quickly packed the Ouija board and was about to leave the house, when –
Click click click click
Kendrick Lamar popped up on the screen, “Sit down. Be Humble.”
I sat my ass back down at the kitchen table. A few moments later Pedro walked back into the room carrying a disgusting looking prosthetic leg. He dropped it onto the table with a loud thud.
Click click click click click
“BURN IT” the television shouted; I didn’t see what was on the screen.
Click click click.
Samwise Gamgee was on the screen now, shouting at Frodo, “Throw it in the fire!”
Pedro pulled a lighter out of his pocket and moved towards the leg.
“Wait,” I said to him, “I’m not sure that is a good idea”
Pedro looked confused, “If we give it what it wants, won’t it leave me alone?”
He was desperate, and I understood that. The past 10 minutes had completely shattered my entire worldview, even so, I had watched enough movies to understand that when dealing with an entity like this, you shouldn’t blindly bow to its will. Giving an evil entity something that it wants might only serve to make them more powerful allowing them to tighten their grasp on you.
“I’ll take it,” I said reflexively. It was the first solution that entered my mind. I didn’t want to take it, but that seemed like the path of least resistance to get the hell out of this house where I couldn’t think.
“Be my guest,” Pedro pushed the leg towards me and pocketed the lighter.
The television was screaming at me.
Click click
“Idiot”
Click
“Fool”
Click click click click
“…What I do have are a very particular set of skills, skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you…”
I tossed the leg into my bag and headed towards the door.
“Wait,” Pedro called after me, “Don’t I need to pay you?”
I was so focused on getting out of this house I had completely forgotten. I turned to look at Pedro and saw behind him in the kitchen all of the gas burners on the stove were ignited and the cabinets all hung open. I couldn’t wait to get out of here.
“Just hit me on PayPal,” I said, turning again to leave.
“Wait,” Pedro called again, “Do you offer Apprenticeships?”
I stared at the man, dumbfounded. Apprenticeships? What am I, a welder?
“No” I answered
“Wait,” Pedro asked yet another time, “This was really cool and I’d like to be a part of it, what about internships?”
“Jesus Christ, man,” I was on the verge of breaking, I was physically repulsed by this house, my hand trembled on the doorknob, “Sure, you’re hired, just call me next week, you have my number.” Anything to make this guy stop asking me questions.
I pulled open the door and headed to my car. The last thing I heard from the tv before I closed it behind me was, “I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you”
That’s how I came into possession of the leg and my intern, Pedro, but things only got weirder from there.

I met this guy through a mutual friend, got introduced online and a month after we finally met in person. Im F30 he is M24. Everything happened really quick. Since the day we met he would spend every night at my apartment until he officially moved in. Within two weeks of knowing each other he asked me to be his girlfriend. I found it a bit quick but went with it. It took me a little longer to fall in love with him than it did for him. He was a drug dealer, and i know he used to take meth and ghb frequently. I dont take anything, the maximum ive done was at festivals ive done a little bump of coke or ketamine but thats about it. I was never into drugs but been arond it a lot. Within 2 weeks of knowing me he got a tattoo in my honor in his body. He said that it was okay because he was going to marry me.
He was a drug dealer but he also had a normal job in construction. He was good at every tradesman job. Very talented and hard working man. I told him i didnt want to date a guy who does hard drugs so he said he would quit for me. He did quit the ghb. And told me he had quit meth too because he would never risk our relationship. He would open up about his depression and how he had tried to killed himself before and was shattered that he had survived and that i give him hope to keep going with life. We would fight quite often and he would always be quite aggressive, and yell, been so disrespectful but next minute would say sorry and cry and say how much he loves me. I would always forgive but found it quite strange that erratic behaviour.
I was very much in love with him though. He was very jealous but i wouldnt mind, i like to just stay home anyway and im extremely loyal. I really trusted him too at this stage. 5 months into the relationship he proposed. I also found it quite quick but i was excited. He really wanted to get married and have kids. My family lives overseas but im very close to them (ive been in the country for 10 years, i owe my apartment and have travelled the world), his family lives in the same city as us but he would fight with them all the time and would always tell me how he has no family. He would message my mum a lot and call her his second mum, she would always give him advice and pray for him. His dream was to come to my country to meet my family, we were planning to do that soon. He got in trouble a few times with the drug dealing and got money/drugs stolen from him a few times. He would always be sad and say that he hasn’t no luck. Everything bad happens to him.
6 months into the relationship was the first time i went though his apple watch. I trusted him because he even gave me his password. I dont know what i had the urge to look. I found messages between him and a lady where he was saying ‘im keen for the 3some lets do it now i have something to do later on’ and the lady replied ‘awesome next time’. I was in disbelief. My heart sunk. He called the lady in front of me and explained how she was willing to pay me and him 10k for that. I dont know i kinda believed him but still, I wouldnt do that for money. But because it didnt end up happening i forgave him.
The fights kept happening but now i started to raise my voice too and fight back. I dont like who i started to become. Our highs were really high and our lows really low. He was extremely jealous and even would fight if he found i had a photo on instagram with a guy from 5 years ago. He was very insecure and think he wasnt good enough. He was a very good looking man but people would always tell him im much prettier than him. He felt inferior. I would assure him he was beautiful , and that the only thing i ask for is loyalty. We were about to start trying for a baby, he was so excited, he stopped with the steroids so he could be fertile again.
8 months in i went through his apple watch again, and this time i found a request he did in an escorting website to a 1hour full service. The escort didnt reply. So he didnt go. I dont understand, we would have sex every day and he would always cum in less than 3 min everytime. My heart sunk again. I told him what i saw and he blamed me, saying its because i make him feel like shit and he sent that request out of anger, the would never had gone. We werent even fighting on the day though, he just told me he had to go do a sale and was running late. I was so upset but decided to forgive again because he didnt end up going. But i already wasnt the same, the trust was broken.
I started seeing messages between him and a girl on snapchat where they would call each other baby/honey/love and talk about hanging out soon. He told me was because he would sell her drugs and thats how crack heads talk. I didnt buy his excuse, had a fight over that. A month later caught him talking to the same girl asking to meet up that night (it was a flirtatious conversation) while i was gonna be at a girlfriends birthday dinner. When i saw that messages that was another huge fight, and he said it was because that girl, lets call her Krystal, used to be a meth addict too so she understands him and they would just hang out. I didnt believe him but i again forgave him. 10 months in, i decided to look his snapshat again that he said he would only use to do sales, and caught i conversation with him and another girl back when we were 3 months in the relationship and were on a holiday, where he was sending videos of his dick and asking to meet up with the girl. My flight back home was earlier and he was meant to stay to do a job interview in that city. He was gonna meet the girl at 3pm. But then something happened with the job interview and he just decided to come home in the flight after mine. He didnt end up meeting the girl.
Also in his snapchat memories i found videos of him smoking meth every single month of the relationship. He even smoked meth from a bong i didnt even know that was possible. Meth while driving, meth meth meth. When i showed him i had all the videos, he threw my phone of the balcony and threatened to jump and kill himself. Police was called by my neighbours and police place a restraining order on him on my behalf. In every fight he would tell me he would kill himself. He would try to jump of my balcony (21st floor) .. send me photos with a cord around his neck.. saying he was gonna overdose.. once he started cutting himself with a knife .. i had to stop him countless times. He wouldnt speak to his family and wouldnt let me have contact with them. He said he had no friends, he knew so many people though. He was always out during the night ‘to do a sale’.
The relationship wasnt going good. I became a person im not proud of, all i asked was for loyalty. All this time i was getting him to doctors and therapists to treat his depression. I didnt know about the drug use. He was mixing the anti depressants with meth. I was considering a break up. He couldnt live in my apartment anymore because of the restraining order so he rented a house nearby. I told him I didn’t want a baby anymore or to be engaged, but stayed in a relationship . He lied through out the whole relationship.
Month 11, he started living by himself and we would fight even more. Because now i just think he is doing drugs every time he doesnt respond fast. He came over and again, messages to crystal, that he previously told me he had blocked. He blocked and unblocked her like 4 times by now. This time he didnt even let me see the messages. But they were long. He said she came to pick up drugs at his house two weekends in a row, but he never got with her. He wouldnt show me the messaged though. I was so angry i was so over it. How many times do i need to forgive? I hadnt even recovered from the last fuck up. Every 2 weeks i would find something. And all i asked was for loyalty. Every day since i would bring it up and we would fight. He would always say how he is ‘trying and trying’ but in my head it was like: so try harder, just be loyal, if its something u wouldnt like me doing, why are you doing it?
He would be so jealous even if reply to a random comment on an insta picture (i have a big following on instagram, so i would sometimes reply to a follower with an emoji, in the public comments). It would be the end of the world for him so even that i stopped doing it in the first month of relationship. Our fights was bad so police was called again. He had 4 court cases coming up, one for pesession of drugs, for a stolen number plates, driving under the influence.. the restraining order.. posession of a stolen motorbike.. he would always get in trouble. He believed he would have to go to jail from 6months to 2 years, but he hadnt gone to court yet.
I couldnt get over the fact he was still talking to the crystal girl even though for the past 4 months we had issues over her. Countless fights over it by now. He would get so scared that he would lose me but why would he do that then? He would always say im the only thing he loves, how im the only thing he cares about and the only thing he has. So why was it so hard to be loyal and go treat himself for his meth addiction. Why couldnt he go to rehab. He wouldnt tell me how bad was the addiction. But his friends now told me that in the month he was living at his new house, he started injecting meth. And they did it with him multiple times. His mental health was already bad, he told me he was gonna quit, and instead of stop smoking he started injecting? It makes no sense to me. Crystal was the one who ended up blocking him because i messaged her what was happening. 2 weeks after he still couldn’t show me the messages and we were still fighting over it. He was very depressed. He would always fight with his family. He wasnt talking to his 2 brothers. He sent me a video of him injecting himself saying he hopes he dies. I had never seen anyone injecting before i was shocked. I calmed him down and was ok after. On friday he aparently got in trouble with the police again. And Saturday me and him were kinda okay in the afternoon. He told me how he loves me so dearly and that he didnt deserve a wife and kids and dont know why he did. I calmed him down and said i love him too. But at night i went off at him, for everything again. I sent him some nasty messages calling him a cheater and that he gave me bills because he threw my phone off the balcony because i caught him cheating. All because he said he was gonna pick me up from work and he didnt pick up the phone after 10 miss calls. I said some hurtful things, but nothing that in a fight he wouldnt tell me worse. It doesn’t justify tho, i feel like after all the abuse i became an abuser.
He messaged me saying he was gonna hang himself that night and that it was gonna be my fault. And he did it. I got to his an hour later and i found him hanged. I have no words to describe how much i regret fighting with him that night. Its had been a month since and i still havent been able to leave my bed. It hasnt been a day that i didnt spend crying. I lost everything. He was my world. I miss him so much. Im such a horrible person i cant stop blaming myself. I dont know if i can live with this.

This is long, but please, please read it, I need someone to see me. I posted this to another subreddit too.
This is my story. Today I speak my truth.
TW// Sexual assault, goes into detail about my assult.
I was molested from ages to 4 to possibly 6. All by a man, a older cousin (around his 20's?) , who was distantly related to me, who was also homeless at the time. My extended family had taken him in, let him stay at their house for whatever reason.
I used to visit since I was maybe around 4 years old, pre kindergarten. When I started school, everyday my grandma, my grandmas sister, and that sisters daughter (around her 40's at the time) picked me up from school and went to their house. I had some good memories there, I even made friends with the kids next door.
This, man. Little kid me, I liked this cousin, I don't know why, I thought he was cool. He often let me play games on his consoles, I would go in the backyard with him.
However, my grandma, told me to not go alone in the backyard with him. She never told me why. You know, everyone as little kids never listen, they don't wanna be told what to do. So, me as a little girl, did it anyway, because she wanted to have fun with her favorite older cousin.
They still let me around him regardless, didn't stop him from taking me into the backyard alone.
One day, he took me in the backyard, behind the house. We were talking, and then I had found a piece of chalk and then, I started giggling and scribbling on the walls of the house. With him on my right, he took my free hand and started to make me touch his crotch. I looked up and he started grinning. I didn't understand what happened.
I fear, he may have done something worse. I think this because all of these memories were once suppressed memories. The instance above was remembered 3 years after the fact that it happened. I was in 4th grade, remebering what had happened to me, still not understanding.
But one of my earliest memories was when he took me in the backyard, I was about 4, before kindergarten. I remember what I wore. A white tank top with a pink butterfly in the middle, yellow and pink shorts. My mother had dressed me.
He took me in the backyard, in his tent (my grandmas sister, made him sleep in a tent in her yard because there were no rooms left) He sat me down, he was normal tickling me, then he stopped and said "I'm going to tickle you until you pee.", pulled down my shorts and you can piece what happened to me next.
This memory above, was also a suppressed memory that only resurfaced last year. I'm 16 now.
The kids I befriended above, were the neighbors. They didn't live there however, they were being babysat by their grandma since their mom was very young. Twins, boy and girl, so sweet. They were about 1 year younger than me.
I remember, I was hanging out with them infront of my relatives house, and the cousin, just came back home from somewhere, and was locking and putting away his bike. The kids say hi to him.
My grandmas sister pulled me aside, told me to not to let my friends around him because they (her and him) could "get into big trouble." Didn't say anything else.
I vaguely remember right after, my grandma whispering to her sister about him and something about a "registry" and about him not supposed to be around kids.
Years later, I realized, that meant he was a sex offender, and that I wasn't the only one he did this too, other children.
They let. me. around. a. child. predator. knowingly.
They KNEW. and did nothing about it. I feel so much anger.
They KNEW, what he did. They KNEW what kind of person he was, what he was capable of. They still let him around a child anyway, thinking it was okay. The fact that, they even housed him, took in such a disgusting person knowingly.
Last I saw him I was in maybe 4th grade, my family had saw him he was on the side of a gas station in the rain. He started crying. Wanna know what they said to him? "Don't worry, just let Jehovah forgive you." He didn't even apologize, or acknowledge the fact I was there. Didn't even look at me.
I came out to my mom recently, turns out years ago, the police department contacted her, she asked me if he touched me. I said no, because I never got that talk, what molestation was until it was far too late.
I still search for him. I look at sex offender regristies, maps, megans law so often. I can't find him. I don't really know his name specifically, because he also had a twin brother, they had rhyming names. His brother was a sweet soul, but had difficulty finding jobs because of his brothers name.
Also found out my grandma let her boyfriend sexually abuse my mom when she was little too. Always accused my mom of "taking her man away".
I can't find him. Also, last I heard he was in jail for crystal meth, I think he's out now. My mom said he was always on the run, making trouble everywhere he went. I really want to find him. Finally know his name. Some sort of closure.

Edit: sigh.
A hint: the protagonist engages in a fast-paced combat system where he hits people with a sword in order to shoot them some more
Edit 2:
It is a pixel indie game. Lots of things are various shades of purple or green. "Purple or green? We have to draw the line somewhere!" your character says, despite the fact he is both.

I've seen alot of speculation on drug addiction in past few days. So I wrote this, maybe this will shed some light on just how powerful METH really is. This is from my experience...
I feel lost in my own head/out of place in my own bed/this demon is alive, I thought that he was dead/pemotionally unfit/to deal with this shit/I just found my way out of this pit/stuck here/feel feawhat if I leave and come back and your not here/I'd be lost, id be sad/I prayed to God for the love we had/your so suttle and gentle and come across my body in waves/starving me of nutrition and keeping me up for days/playing with my head telling me it's all gonna be ok/I tried to leave you for years but never got away/I'd go to jail because of you and I would grieve you in mmy cell/wishing I could have you even though you bring me hell/I'd go to rehab for months build my mind and body back strong/but you would allow me to escape you, but not for very long/I sold you to people that chose you over their kids/I seen you make people do things they normally wouldnt have did/I wonder from time to time how I'd feel being free from you/how my life would carry on without having my friend to help me through/could I salvage what was left and gather all the pieces spread around/and put them all together and see the truth in what I found/you lied and gave me nothing for you I would have bled/and this is what you said/you told me that you loved me until my dying breath/its sad my first love wasnt a person, it was you, crystal meth!!!

Good morning I a patient at D.A.T (Drug and alcohol team) based in Cardiff. I have a diagnosis of ADD, Autism, BPD and C-PTSD and have had severe addiction issues with hard drugs since the age of 21 mainly crack, heroin and crystal meth. I have been free from crystal meth for 3 years and free from crack and heroin for 6 months. As part of my treatment, I was on the buvidal opioid receptor blocker injection, and me and the team at DAT decided I would come off the injection and move onto the Naltrexone pills for 6 months, with the goal to then quit everything this was all due to the massive steps I have made in my recovery. So on Tuesday morning I look my first Naltrexone pills and went to therapy as I usually do. This is the point where I realized something had gone wrong, I started shaking, spasming, vomiting, nausea and also diarrhea. I called DAT and they asked me to get back there straight away. The team the put me onto a bed and told me I was withdrawing because they haven't realized I had some of the injection still in my system. And it took hours to bring me round. . But now I need To go back on the injection which is the opposite of my goals.
So my question is are they in the wrong here? Can I I take legal action? As this could have pushed me back into addiction or even caused death.

Title. This piece of garbage, limp penis, atrocious, garbage, moronic cancer was designed by an idiot who is incapable of designing anything-- let alone creating anything worth a lick of value. The absolute pea brain idiot, the absolute cretin, the absolute moronic chode sucking troglodyte that designed this atrocious breath spamming cancer needs to be punched in the face, their face stomped into the ground repeatedly until there is nothing left but a messy paste and a crapstain left to match the absolutely disgusting state of the idiot's brain who designed this fight. It goes against everything I stand for but whatever sees this-- witch, priest, demon, or God-- I curse the fiend that designed this garbage with lupus and balls-fall-off-disease! I curse them to have an aneurysm on the toilet!
Genuinely-- it's as if all Japanese developers feel the idiotic hate erection to way overcompensate when they design the first 80% of their game to be too easy and then add absolute B.S.. It's like Crapcom heard every veteran of the series say "Hey, MHW is great, but it's too easy. I wish that they'd make the future games a little more like the old games" and then took Iceborne and combined it with the worst of the Old Gen games.
Velkhana personifies this as a whole. Pins you in a corner, spams tail attacks and positions itself where trying to dodge into-- ANY direction results in you getting hit, and it's breath spam is perfectly time to hit you whether you delay your invulnerable frames in the recovery animations or you rush it. I have triple carted twice because of this trogolodyte design, along with being stunned.
This garbage fight is everything wrong with the series.
I have gone back and played MH1, MHFU, started with Tri and 3U, 4U, World, Rise-- I have dealt with the Hip of Hyperdeath, the shoddy hitboxes, instant-rocket-no-startup Rathian, yet, those could all be played around... I have dealt with the absolute B.S. of being permastunned into a corner by a tackle spam Rath duo... and Velkhana still outmatches the sheer frustration of all 15 years of me playing this series.
It personifies everything bad with Iceborne-- the returning monsters having absolute B.S. hitboxes(being around Glavenus legs while it whips it's tail somehow counts as half your health being deleted), your armor-- regardless of if it's Ice-resist Barioth or Brachydios(both fully upgraded)-- means absolutely nothing. It's as if everything hits you with the power of a Dire Miralis or an MHFU Fatalis with two-shots galore. Something this fast and spastic constantly dodging and moving around, then hitting harder than even the hardest hitting enemies in the series is worse than even Kushala-- in the game where Kushala is at it's absolute worst in the entire series.
Not even mentioning the iceblight garbage.
Yes, I'm aware of AT Velkhana. No, I do not want to fight it, and I have faced the final boss and end-game challenges of every. single. game... and I refuse to even consider soloing that abomination right now.
Also: Animation locking when you clutch claw before a monster does a move, and then it decides to do an attack for that specific body part is atrocious. I can see why clutch claw gets so much hate-- because it is atrociously designed, yet, almost a necessity for the hunts in Iceborne.
I had my original profile deleted when I first downloaded Iceborne. I was so angry, and this fight alone makes me regret coming back and I want to go back to Rise, as at least you had escape options compared to the sluggish garbage you have to deal with. It's almost like playing a first playthrough of Elden Ring where everything is at Sekiro levels of speed and aggression while you're still stuck with two lead jail balls attached to your scrotum but a clip.
Oh, also: Not even mentioning it's breath crystals somewhat blending in so if you even try taking the fight casually then you will get hit by B.S. It also uses it's wide-range breath attack that one-shots you at 100 health that is UNDODGEABLE and too fast to sheath and dive with i-frames... not to mention the fact that it's ice breath somehow PHASES THROUGH WALLS at the best of times when you're seeking cover, and has 0 damage falloff.
Screw this piece of garbage Monster. Genuinely. I have not switched from Hammer but if I have to for this specific piece of garbage then I quit.
Edit: Beat it. I do not feel relief at all and only exasperated in my anger. I hope whoever designed this fight, again, gets punched in the face until they stop existing. No-- worse than that. I will boil my own urine and add cornstarch to make it a fine stew and force them to consume it.
And this is the most overdone, overused complaint-- but it is so clearly evident and necessary to say:

KILL YOURSELF, HANDLER!!! SHUT UP BEFORE I DOWNLOAD THE "Silent Handler" MOD!!! OFF YOURSELF NOW. THE BLACK GUY WITH THE LIGHTNING HAS A POINT. OFF YOURSELF NOW YOU TROGLODYTE UNTALENTED WANKER FACED FEMALE COOMER LOOKING ABOMINATION TO THE SERIES. AT LEAST AISHA(MH3) AND SOPHIE(MH4U) WERE CUTE AND HAD ACTUAL PERSONALITY. THIS IS MY STORY, NOT YOURS-- STOP CUCKING ME!!!

Edit 2: I have gotten into a groove. Being spastic in aggression seems to work much more and I was overthinking the fight, minus it still doing the animation-loop cancer. Not as bad, but those first few hunts are absolutely some of the worst in, again, 15 years. Now it's laughably easy, but sometimes the monster A.I. snorts a line of meth-laced cocaine and doesn't give you a moment to breathe.

The hedgehogs have discovered metalurgy and therefore 13 of them have 1/4" chain link armor in a 4 in 1 pattern. 16 at random have iron (can rust) knives measuring 1.39" long and suitable for stabbing or cutting. One hedgehod is not bloodlusted and is a cleric providing a speed and strength buff every 60 seconds lasting 15 seconds. Hedgehogs may be any combination of genus, but at least 50% must be Atelerus. The hedghog spines may be tipped in iron and sharpened, but this reduces hedgehog HP by 23.4%.
The alligator is from Florida and therefore torpid at current temperature conditions. It does, however, have access to crystal meth which will take affect 60 seconds after consumption, which must be accompanied be a hedgehog. Alternate scenario: The alligator has bath salts instead of crstal meth. The alligator may leave torpor after it's hit points are reduced to 75%.
The surroundings are adjacent to a swamp where the alligator begins.
Who would win?

Writing the following as objectively as possible:
My dad and I are in a terrible dispute, we haven't spoken in 6 years because of the following issue:
He bought a house with his pension funds and placed the house solemnly on my name. Told me to sign the offer to purchase. He said: "I love you my son. In this way I'm avoiding gift tax, and I trust you will share this house with your sister one day".
We both then lived in this house together, with my dad still in 'authority' regarding paying the bills etc. I was not expected to pay rent or anything like that. At this point my dad has been clean of drug use for three years when we moved in.
My dad then got cheated in a business deal, felt depressed and fell back into his drug habits. He started smoking crystal meth. This is after we've stayed in the house for about a year.
It became an evil nightmare in the house to put it lightly. I myself was not partaking in drug use. Had to often take him to the hospital/ psyc ward. The police was often on the scene, etc. At one point while he was mad on drugs, he shouted "You no longer deserve this house! You will transfer it back to me! It's the least you can do, is give me that respect!
Eventually after more than a year of hell, he was sent against his will to a strict rehab program, for a year.
While he was in rehab, the bank phoned me and said that he is blacklisted, has a huge overdraft and was behind on credit cards.
I had to make a plan for income. I got agents to start advertising the property for rent income. Some of the furniture was damaged, some still in good condition. The agent advised that it will be easier to get tenants if the house is unfurnished, rather than the state it is in now.
I was still traumatized and too scared to contact my dad. I proceeded to sell some of his furniture without his permission, to clear the house. I could then buy paint and other materials needed to fix up the house. I also had to remove a wall that was causing the garage to be unusable. I also moved out and rented a room/ bachelor flat.
I finally got tenants for rent income at the house, and started paying off my dad's debt with the banks. The rates and taxes were also in major arrears. This process of sorting out the house and getting tenants took long, a few months, as I was also working 6 days a week at my key cutting job.
I was also struggling financially and sometimes had to resort to use some of the rent income to survive. Also due to that I now also had my own rent to pay. I am 23 at this point.
My dad phoned me from rehab and started accusing me of theft. Stealing his furniture etc. He continued to be aggressive and insulting towards me, which made me wonder if rehab had actually worked because he is still the same angry person, which isn't the character he was before drug use.
I have since kept the house rented out, and payed him a monthly salary which is about 60% of the rental income. About 20% for maintenance, agent commission, and taxes. And then 20% for personal use as I've been struggling often to remain independent, even though I'm working hard everyday. My dad has no more debt, due to the rental income.
So the house which is legally 100% mine, helps me survive financially and keeps things stable as to my dad having a monthly income.
My dad still accuses me of theft and that keeping some of the rent is theft. Also that we can never have a relationship again if I don't transfer the property back to him. He insists it is his property as he is the one who bought it.
Please help me. What does God think of me? Am I doing the right thing? Must I give my dad the property back? He's been clean 3-4 years now, but what if he uses drugs again? If I use some of the rent, am I stealing from him? Whose house is it?

He calmly stared into the abyss With wishes of eternal bliss In pain, on the verge of death His life ruined by crystal meth
Meanwhile, she's having the time of her life Enjoying herself in the NewYork nightlife The pain he caused her, she hasnt forgotten But she's starting to move on from Austin
While Austin drowns in Self-Regret Smoking weed and cigarettes Mellisa's found a new brunette Who's smile is reminicent of a sunset
Now Austin see's him as an enemy To his quest for Mellisa's affection In his anger he fails to see His scary, almost cult like obession

He not super interested in debate on meds in AA, I don’t think we should take what ever a Dr thinks is a good Idea nor is AA and the steps the answer for every psychological problem in the world. I’m curious about people Individual experience with ADHD meds. I have long term sobriety, Have active in AA since the 90’s about 6 years ago I started taking anti depressants.
The decision was made with a sponsor and psychiatrist. I was a low bottom drunk but high function depressive. Think guy who has everything but constant negative thinking, anger issues, not sleeping. AA got me sober and kept me alive gave me the life I never dreamed of, the steps helped me clear out some horrific things and made me functional but long term I struggled with a few issues that where resolved with therapy and small does of anti depressant.
I’m also severely ADHD, and some other learning disabilities. I’ve developed pretty good ways of managing it and work in a creative industry that people like me are a little more accepted. But I’ve gotten older I can’t work 7 days a week anymore. I’m not a young erratic person who stays up all night because they waited till minute to finish something. In the last few years I’ve had a few things go south because of it.
I’ve always considered taking ADHD meds but I know they’re pretty speedy. Ephedrine (pre crystal meth) was a part of my drug use. Honestly really the only drug I did with any consistency. My Dr thinks it’s not an issue but A lot of Dr’s dont have a complete handle on addiction issues. I take any decision about medication very seriously. I’ve seen people go out because they take meds and go out because they don’t take meds so to me it’s a place that I need to be very careful.
We agreed I’d get 10 day perscription of ritalin once a day, and the idea is to try it for a week and see how it feel about it but honestly I’m pretty nervous about it.
My sponsor knows and is ok with the plan as well but what are people experience here, is it triggering? Do you get any type of euphoria from it? Do you feel high at all? Has anyone found ADHD drugs habit forming? If you take a weekend off do you find yourself craving them?
PS I’m not asking AA’s medical opinion on the topic, this form is not an AA meeting, I'm just looking for feedback from fellow sober travelers about there experience.

Technically this was a few days ago.
I was at a club with some friends and seen those private booths and seen an upper year from a different school I knew, he allowed me in, I got cake and invited to the afterparty. Looking back this was a red flag cause apart fromhim everyone in the booth were like 30 ir 40 years old and im only 18, but i was too drunk and was getting kinda bored. I'm already excited asl cause my mum never let me out so now that I'm in college the freedom felt good.
On the way one if the guys is telling me how I'm gonna be partying sith the big boys now etc. We get home and after awhile these guys start taking out crystal meth on the plate and after asking what it was the host, a woman who was celebrating her 40th birthday showed me how to do it and offered it to me. I did a few lines go back to hanging out with the guys and doing more shots in their room.
The woman was also pretty touchy and kept telling stories of guys she's been with and even pushed on the bed and started riding me to demonstrate how she did it and would also just come up to me and kiss me. I'd also see her and the other girl giving the guys lap dancing, and even asked me if I wanted to snort more meth on their tits or ass.
Some more time go by and they also bring out mdma, I see it, ask what it was, ask to try it and she teaches me how to do it. So now I'm absolutely plastered, high on alot of meth and now soon to high on mdma. It doesn't help that it seemed like they had an infinite supply of crystal cause they just kept doing more and more lines.
Some more time goes by and I start popping in and out of consciousness, I remember the woman giving me a lap dance and next thing I know being advised to leave. I had no clue what I did cause I was blacking so I remember asking why and if I did something wrong. One of the girls says that I basically took out my dick when she was dancing on me, I'm naturally shocked and embarrassed and start apologising profusely and cause I can tell I'm losing myself I agree to leave.
Next day I tell her I'm coming back to give them a gift and apologise alot again, they accept my apology, the other girl and one of the dudes tells me that since I'm young I should stop doing crystal and drugs cause they don't want to see me get addicted and say next time not to go overboard.
Naturally I feel horrible and I should cause that's not acceptable behaviour but at the same time, these are like 7 30-40 year olds teaching me how to do Crystal meth and mdma while cleary drunk and with the knowledge I'm 18. Like i never wouldve went mad if atleast one said no or did anything to stop me from doing any of the drugs. I'm not trying to completely pass blame cause I know I'm responsible as well for my own actions but I sort of feel like they're also partly to blame for giving me more alcohol, mdma and meth all while i was already drunk and clearly had no clue what i was getting into, it's not that surprising that it went bad.
In a way its good it went bad so i know to stay away from drugs and heavy drinking.
TL;DR: was offered a buttload of hard drugs for the first time and ruined a house party
Edit: for what it's worth, I didn't know they were going to do any drugs at the afterparty, more of a mix of curiosity and being drunk