In the heart of Chicago, where the skyline pierced the heavens and the streets pulsed with life, there lived a man named Victor Kane. At 26 years old and a startling 6'3" in stature, Victor commanded attention effortlessly. His piercing gaze seemed to see through the very fabric of one's soul, and his knowing, flirtatious smirk hinted at secrets that few could ever fathom. Victor was a man of many faces, each one carefully crafted and expertly worn to blend into any situation, like a chameleon adapting to its surroundings. Each interaction with another human was as if it were another painting to be hung in the Art Institute of Chicago, a masterpiece of social maneuvering and charm.
To most, he appeared unremarkable, perhaps even a bit dim, an illusion he maintained with meticulous precision. Yet beneath this facade lay a mind as sharp as a dagger, honed by years of strategic thinking, manipulation, and the art of emotional deceit. Victor had learned from the best. His father, a man deeply entrenched in the shadowy world of organized crime, had mastered the art of bending reality to his will. A master chess player, he treated people like pieces on a grand chessboard, moving them at his whim, always six steps ahead. Victor had absorbed these lessons like a sponge, his young mind eagerly soaking up every tactic, every subtle nuance of control.
Battles with his father have left their scars, trailing off Victor like a snake's entrails as they slither through crowded streets, scanning for their next meal. They probe the aura of each passerby, tasting their energy, yet to their disappointment, they find no juicy, dirt-filled sponge of pain and suffering. They taste desires, yet nothing hits just right. Empty husks, devoid of the essence they crave. Living memories enshroud him in a cloud of black smoke, a spectral fog visible only to a witch. A demon, masquerading as a homeless man and muttering incoherent whispers, feels the snake's embrace tighten around him. He halts abruptly, turning to Victor with a knowing gaze. 'I see you,' he murmurs, 'Such discipline and composure may deceive the others, yet it's only a matter of time before they find you.' The homeless man continues his walk, pulling a black suitcase along, his tattered white shirt contrasting sharply with his black suit, and no tie to complete the ensemble.
Victor makes no comment, his mind a labyrinth of dark intentions and calculated moves. He viewed the world as a malleable entity, something he could shape and twist to suit his needs. The streets, the people, the very air he breathed; they were all part of a grand, intricate game where he alone held the key. He had no qualms about using others to achieve his goals, seeing them as mere tools in his grand design. It was a dangerous philosophy, one which required constant vigilance and adaptability. As he moved through the throngs of oblivious souls, he could almost hear the whispers of their deepest fears and hidden sins. The scars trailed behind him, living entities of their own, reaching out hungrily, desperate for a morsel of genuine suffering. Yet the city, with all its noise and chaos, offered little more than hollow echoes and fleeting shadows. Traces of happiness. Lost children in the never ending void of their own desperation. Victor's eyes flickered with a cold, calculating light. He was a master of this urban jungle, a predator in search of worthy prey. The demon’s warning lingered in his mind, yet it only fueled a burning hunger. He thrived in the shadows, where power and control were his for the taking. Each step he took was a step closer to his ultimate end goal, a twisted vision of dominance, only he could see.
In the distance, the city’s lights shimmered like false promises, yet Victor knew better. Beneath the surface, in hidden corners and forgotten alleys, darkness mirrored his own. In this abyss, he felt certain he would find what he sought: the true essence of his own hunger, the raw, unfiltered energy he could devour. Victor thrived on the underestimation of others, reveling when people perceived him as lesser. Such perceptions made his manipulations appear as innocent mistakes, acts of ignorance and oblivion. His favorite targets: those with inflated egos, individuals convinced of their invincibility.
"A person with a big ego is like an orgasm," he often mused, speaking as if to his shadow. "It's just so easy. Their first mistake: telling me we're not equals. Afterward, they reveal all the buttons and levers in their psyche. They hand me their own weapon on a silver platter, asking, 'Victor, please send me to meet Anpu. Please show me the gates of my own demise.' Their insanity begs to be freed from this curse of societal norms. Always the first mistake, then the rest follow." Laughter echoed from the snakes twining around Victor. As he whispered these musings, the words ensnared a group of Venezuelans nearby, inciting them into a frenzy of violence without understanding the spark. Victor watched, casually tossing a silver dollar their way as if to say, "Welcome to the sanctuary," his smirk a shadow under the flickering streetlights. He calls to the boys, 'there now before you boys get into trouble remember this, you're only seeing the lions teeth, yet you haven't seen what triggered it.' They stared at Victor, startled, as he bid them farewell with a two-finger salute from his left temple and continued wandering down the street.
A drone sliced through the air, its camera lens capturing the serpentine twists of the Chicago River below. Victor, watching its flight, was transported to his youth, to days spent cobbling together a demonic owl from discarded household trinkets and an owl decoy. He would pilot this macabre creation through his neighborhood, a spectral puppeteer orchestrating nocturnal ballets which both delighted and unnerved his unsuspecting audience. A sinister grin unfurled across his lips, a shadow's whisper, as memories of those simple machines mingled with the sophisticated arsenal he commanded today. In the digital age, Victor had become a maestro of manipulation, his tools refined yet no less mischievous. Social media platforms were his stage, targeted advertisements and spoofed numbers his actors, each one playing their part in his grand, deceptive symphony. With the deftest touch, he planted seeds of doubt, spun webs of misinformation, transforming allies into adversaries, stitching chaos into the fabric of daily lives with mere whispers masquerading as shouts. His schemes were crafted with such subtlety, woven so seamlessly into the warp and weft of reality, that his victims believed themselves architects of their own undoing.
The crowning jewel of his current machinations was a prototype drone, a whimsical homage to the contraptions of his youth yet imbued with the precision of modern technology. This drone, engineered to navigate from the chilly confines of his refrigerator to the steamy oasis of his rooftop hot tub, was a testament to his technical acumen. Crafted to be mended with mere baubles from any corner hardware store, it stood as a symbol of practical genius, a playful yet potent emblem of his enduring craft.
Victor glimpsed a universe of possibilities within this project, each drone a seed from which new opportunities might bloom. "Perhaps I could craft a model for a dive shop in Australia," he mused. "A sentinel to monitor the slow dance of decay among the coral reefs." Such a gift could forge pathways, perhaps even secure an internship, an opportunity to wield his 417 subclass visa before its flame flickered out. The prospect of traversing Australia's vast landscapes, of weaving his influence through uncharted territories and minds, sparked a thrill within him. Beyond the realm of circuitry and code, Victor possessed a profound mastery over the human psyche. He had the uncanny ability to read individuals, to delve into the murky depths of their insecurities and desires. With the finesse of a sculptor, he could mold a woman’s perception, convincing her of a soul-deep connection, crafting mirages of perfect compatibility. Yet, for all his prowess in the art of deception, Victor adhered to his own strict code. He eschewed physical violence, never staining his hands with assault; his dominion was the mind, his influence woven through the delicate fabric of psychology.
In Chicago's suffocating underbelly, Victor's father regarded him not with paternal concern, rather with venomous animosity. Their relationship was a battleground, devoid of affection or empathy, cloaked threats masquerading as concern. "Victor, if you don't see a psychiatrist, I'm cutting you off," he declared, his voice a cold hiss, a deeper wish for Victor's demise lurking beneath. Victor's laugh, hollow, echoing through the night, a sound devoid of warmth, knew well the true nature of the psychiatrist and the deeper machinations of his father's cruel intentions. His father viewed him not as a son, yet as a nemesis, a presence he wished to erase from existence. Surrounded by the oppressive cityscape, Victor stood alone atop his building, the L line screeching past, the lights below mere distant, watchful eyes. "Tomorrow, I bend reality once more," he whispered into the void, his voice merging with the cold wind sweeping the rooftops.
The relentless pursuit of his father's malice shadowed him into the darkest city corners where shadows moved with intent, whispering of ancient, sinister forces. Here, in the corner of his eyes an oozing of black liquid drenched an alley, a tar monster, a grotesque manifestation of the city’s darkest secrets, its gnarled face and gleaming teeth mirroring the twisted relationship endured. Against a backdrop of a city thrumming with malevolent energy, Victor pondered the fragile line between delusion and reality. "It's only delusional till it works, so is it really delusional?" he mused aloud, his words dissipating into the night where the distinction between madness and genius blurred by darkness.
Retreating from the alley, his figure melded into the shadows, each step deliberate, burdened with the weight of a cursed legacy. He was acutely aware of his dual role, both manipulator and pawn in a grander, more malevolent game, a game orchestrated by forces predating the city itself. Every movement influenced by the sinister energy pervading Chicago, a legacy of corruption and darkness intertwined with his own existence. Victor understood his every action overseen by the ancient entity had taken interest in him, an entity finding delight in his struggle, offering protection at a dreadful cost.
Emerging from the shadows back into the flickering city lights, Victor found no solace in the illumination yet his smile stretched reaching his eyes showing his gleaming razor sharp teeth. These lights did not offer hope only humor; they were beacons of a foreboding reality. He resolved to continue bending reality, wielding the cursed power both protecting, ensnaring him, and pointing out the irony of his situation. Day after day, he would play this dark game, a master of deceit entwined with an ancient force more profound and sinister than any could fathom.
With one final, lingering look at the alley where darkness reigned supreme, Victor Kane laughed, a hollow echo fading as he stepped into the nearby pub. Inside, the warm glow contrasted starkly with the night's chilling embrace, yet the shadows seemed merely to lurk at the edges, waiting. At their usual spot by the worn bar, he found Billy Smith, his old high school Basketball teammate, with two pints of beer ready. They clinked glasses, the sound slicing through the hum of conversations around them. "To the unexpected," Victor intoned, his voice laced with a hint of irony. As they settled into the rhythm of their catch-up, the conversation inevitably turned toward the unfolding news, the war in Ukraine, an event that had caught the world off guard.
"No one ever saw it coming," Billy remarked, his tone a mix of wonder and concern.
Victor's eyes flickered with a dark amusement, and raising his glass again, he offered a toast, this time in Latin, a language that carried the weight of history and secrets. "Ad profundis malorum," he declared, which translated to 'To the depths of evils.'
Billy paused, the words hanging between them like a veil being slowly drawn back to reveal a hidden scene. The toast was enigmatic, resonant with Victor’s acknowledgment of the chaos brewing both near and far, a chaos that, perhaps, only he could navigate.
As the night deepened within the grimy confines of the pub, where every corner whispered of misdeeds and the air hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and lost hopes, the laughter and chatter provided a deceptive cover for the profound game silently playing in Victor’s mind. His cryptic toast, "Ad profundis malorum," echoed a darker undertone amidst the jovial noise.
Across the bar, a woman with long jet black hair and piercing grey eyes watched Victor. Clad in a striking red full-grain leather trench coat, her presence was undeniably conspicuous, yet paradoxically, she remained unnoticed. Despite her short stature, she was fit, her features sharply defined, an attractiveness seemingly almost otherworldly amidst the grime of the pub. Curiously, not even the barkeep spared her a glance, as if she existed in a separate realm, visible only to those she chose to confront. As Billy excitedly shared his plans to open a dive shop with a taco bar on the roof, the woman’s lips moved in a whisper, her voice a soft, clear bell in the din, carrying a dire warning. "I know what you are. We found you." At that moment, a flashback surged through Victor’s mind, a haunting image of a colonial girl he once saw in the Fraser Experimental Forest. His girlfriend at the time had turned to him, her voice tinged with unease. "Victor, do you see what I see? The girl? Yeah, the girl. I can feel something following us. As if it knows what we are yet won't approach, yet I can feel it." This vivid recollection now seemed a prelude to the current moment, a chilling reminder the forces he had glimpsed back then were the same now declaring their presence.
The evening wound down with plans made and stories shared, yet the woman’s prophetic words and the ghostly memory of the girl hung unseen in the air, portending looming confrontations between the light she embodied and the shadow following Victor Kane. As the patrons began to drift away, the shadows reclaiming their territory within the pub, the mysterious woman’s figure faded into the background, her message delivered, her purpose yet unclear but undoubtedly intertwined with Victor’s fate.
The end.

I got up for a minute, and I came back to find my cat sitting on my laptop. After I relocated him, the game I was playing went from full screen mode to being stuck in a window frame with a light gray border. It's only this game, none of the other programs, and hitting F11 and Alt + Enter doesn't help. Nothing I do seems to let me run the program without this.
Any idea how I can fix this? Thank you in advance from my cat and I.

19M, 90-100kg, from a SEA country.
Got some discolouration and roughness of skin around the chest area last October. It typically presented as a brown-ish color on my skin. However, after exercise, it would be red instead Was diagnosed with Tinea Versicolor and received topical antifungal Mycoban. It helped to control the spread but not eliminate it. Since then, i had tried oral antifungal medication and a special antidandruff shampoo but both are not very effective in their results.
Recently, the nature of my work resulted in me having to wear unclean clothing for days while staying outdoors. The rash spread to the rest of my chest, back, neck, nether regions and arms. They seem to congregate closer to the folds on my body as well as my armpits and belly buttons. Apart from the brown-ish spots, they also present with extremely dry skin which has caused a lot of pain for me. Currently, i require painkillers and loads of moisturiser to be able to sleep, and i only average 3-4hours a day because of the pain.
Under the sun, my skin itches badly. I also develop red patches that have bumps on it. These patches are extremely painful under sun. I have photos but I am not allowed to post under this subreddit. They can be found in my profile (SFW)
Please tell me if this is tinea versicolor and how i could finally save myself

I 27f recently resigned from one of my jobs, cutting my weekly income from $650 a week to only $300. I have another job that pays monthly at a varying rate, depends how many hours i work but I generally get a pretty good income from it. The problem currently is that I'm 3 weeks away from that wage coming in and have had a lot of unforeseen expenses due to health this year so my savings are pretty much dried up. I wasn't expecting having a dramatic income cut and I'm a bit lost at sea for the moment.
My bills and rent are all accounted for its just day to day living that is a challenge at present, what with cost of living and fuel prices skyrocketing where I am. I'm studying for a degree so if I could avoid adding a 3rd job back in I'd really prefer that. Does anyone have any ideas how I could get the $300 to stretch and maybe save a bit of it each week? Like ratio for how much to spend on each thing etc
the expenses most important to me are for my cats necessities, groceries and fuel, anything else I can do without. this all happened in the last few days so any ideas would be really appreciated!

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Set	Hero	Price
Claszureme Incursion (Very Rare)	Faceless Void	70$ (sold out)
Steward of the Forbidden Chamber (Rare)	Templar Assassin	30$
Apocalypse Unbound	Ancient Apparition	12$
Fury of the Righteous Storm	Disruptor	6$
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Lineage of the Stormlords	Juggernaut	40$
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Carousal of the Mystic Masquerade	Rubick	8$
Evolution of the Infinite	Enigma	8$
Clearcut Cavalier	Timbersaw	8$
Blacksail Cannoneer	Sniper	8$
Crown of Calaphas	Shadow demon	18$
Secrets of the Celestial	Skywrath mage	8$
Beast of the Crimson Ring	Bristleback	12$
Ire of the Ancient Gaoler (U)	Arc Warden	30$
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Set	Hero	Price
Perception of the First Light	Dawnbreaker	18$
Forgotten Fate	Mars	10$
Perils of the Red Banks	Chen	12$
Stranger in the Wandering Isles (Unbundled)	Drow Ranger	50$
Pyrexae Polymorph Perfected ( Rare )	Ogre Magi	35$

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Set	Hero	Price
Twilight Hex	Dark Willow	15$
Litany of the Damned	Doom	15$
Caerulean Star	Enchantress	8$
Eyriebound Imperator	Skywrath Mage	20$
Anthozoan Assault	Tiny	25$
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Shadowleaf Insurgent	Hoodwink	$15
Scarlet Subversion	Riki	$15
Whippersnapper	Snapfire	$10
Hounds of Obsession	Chen	$10
Seadog's Stash	Clockwork	$10
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Crimson Dawn	Phoenix	$10
Forgotten Station	Terrorblade	$15
Dirge Amplifier	Undying	$15
Champion of the Fire Lotus	Monkey King	$10
Deathstitch Shaman	Witch Doctor	$10
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Angel of Vex ( Rare )	Invoker	$35
Dark Behemoth ( Very Rare )	Primal Beast	$50

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Set	Hero	Price
Transcendent Path	Oracle	$15
Darkfeather Factioneer	Phantom Assassin	$10

Hi all, I'm not a regular watcher, trying to get back in to it. Am a little confused by the little hybrid lightening logos on the TV coverage. Blue I'm assuming is deploying the boost, grey is off boost, but what is the difference between yellow with a circle around it and red? Thanks

So I moved from a county to another as I changed my job to a much better one March this year.
on my first day the neighbours were harassing me and knocking on my door in unreasonable hours asking me to move my car from my driveway as they have "an agreement" amongst themselves to keep my driveway for the neighbourhood bins!!
I have been shouted at and chased by one of them without considering that if there is any agreement then the landlord haven't mentioned it to me.
fast forward, I called the landlord and as he lives just down the road he showed up at my doorstep in 10 minutes.
the story begins here, he found out I have kittens (on top of the declared cats in the contract) and he went mad and started to be aggressive shouting and going mad and grabbing my 4 weeks old kittens to check if they have fleas! They shouting again then he left slamming the door behind him. Then he walked back and asked me how fast I can find another place? Then left completely.
I have CPTSD and what happened affected me badly so I sent him an email the next day stating that his behaviour made me suffer and I wouldn’t want to stay anyway after what happened and I want him to issue me the leave notice.
He then started throwing everything back on me saying that I am the one who’s requesting to leave and he wants to charge me for reletting costs nearly £500.
I moved out and hired a professional company to clean the property and claimed my full deposit back from the DPS. The landlord went mad and sent me an email requesting the reletting costs of £500 + the disposal of all the carpets of £830 + stains of the stairs of £50 + £75 as he said there’s a strong urine smell comes from behind the washing machine!! And in total he wants my full deposit and he wants me to pay the extras on top, but he’s happy to take only £700 as he thinks it’s “extremely generous of him”. He sent me the email on Friday evening and wants the response by Monday morning otherwise he’s going to take me to court for breaching the contract and threatening me of claiming more if I don’t accept his generous offer!!
What are my rights here? And what can he do?
Knowing that my carpets were on the floor not his, and I still have the receipt of the professional cleaning company and the cats were only allowed in one room not all the house! And there’s no clause for the reletting costs mentioned in the contract.
I don’t feel it’s fair to pay this much for a place I stayed in for only 3 weeks! And I mentioned before to him that I will be happy to contribute towards the reletting costs but won’t pay the whole amount as it wasn’t my decision to vacate.
Please advise me!

(Part 2 out now)
I woke up with a cough of blood and pain. I felt something metal with my hands as I looked down. A long stint of rebar poked out of my ribcage and through my chest plate, covered in a mix of my blood and the bile of a bug.
I reached down and grabbed my Senator, feeling its trusty weight in my hands. I haphazardly tried to place the barrel against the portion of rebar sticking out of my back. This had better work, I thought. I pulled the trigger once and with a loud Crack I felt the vibration from the shot in my stomach. I tried to choke down vomit and pulled the trigger twice more Crack, Crack. With the third shot the rebar gave way and I rolled to my side and collapsed on the ground. Agony shot through my body as I hit the dirt.
I realized then, Hmmph, they left me. During Extraction one of the other divers called in a 500kg as we were about to board Pelican 1. She had thrown it over one of those damned chargers in an effort to kill one last bug but... it started charging us. I was the last one in line and just as I was about to board... i was thrown 200 feet away from extraction site. I don't blame them. I'd have left me too. We had successfully evacuated a number of scientists and other military personnel, but we'd lost the planet. No hard feelings I guess.
I tried to pull my mind away from those thoughts and just focused on one. Survive. I pulled myself to my knees and looked at the rebar again. Cant park there bud, I thought tryna cheer myself up. I had dropped my senator when I fell and ended up with two free hands. I reached down and with the assistance of my servo-assited armor prepared to wrench the rebar from my chest. Alright, count of three, I thought. One my heartrate quickened. Two I adjusted my grip ever so slightly. Three I ripped the metal rod out and felt a hot stinging pain shoot through my body. I quickly grabbed a stim and applied it.
I winced as the stim numbed my broken ribs and began rapidly working to heal them and my open chest wound. After a couple seconds, I could stand.
I took quick stock of my inventory. My Senator with 23 rounds left, two ration packs, a canteen of water, 1 stim, a knife, and a bag of oatmeal. Oatmeal? Seriously? I'd rather have ammo but... beggars can't be choosers.
I looked around me. Snow and beaten down rubble surrounded me. This was some kind of research station, I think. Didn't bother grabbing the name. Cold as hell and nothing really around to get my bearings. Great. I thought. Im gonna die inside a freezer. I started looking through the rubble for anything useful. I found a corpse of one of the scientists that hadn't made it to evac. I grabbed the ID card off his jacket. Figured It'd get me inside a building if there were any left standing. I crawled out of the rubble and onto the snowy tundra.
The sun had set and with it most of the light I would've been able to utilize. I scanned the horizon for a blinking light. Blinking like meant beacon. Beacon meant possible radio, maybe some ammo. I clocked one to the southwest and began walking that direction senator drawn.
I spotted a few distant bug patrols illuminated by moonlight but they had no interest in me. I kept my head down and kept moving towards the light. Details started to take shape and I could see this was a research station. Perfect I thought.
I reached the door and used the key card. There was a Beep and the red light flashed green. The door cracked open before jamming. Oh no you dont, I thought and with one hand yanked the door open. I closed it behind me with the same hand to keep the wildlife disinterested.
Inside was dark and damp. I had lost the seal integrity on my suit so there was barely any oxygen regulation. Didn't need it on this planet but still, it's a bitch to fix. I turned my flashlight on and started scanning the room for a light switch. I found one but wouldn't ya know it... dead. At least the beacon had power. I walked over to the radio and pulled off my helmet. I wedged the flashlight in my neck and leaned my head to the side. I started flipping switches and turning dials to see if there was a response. Nothing. Id have to find the master terminal. I grabbed the flashlight and donned my helmet again. I began scanning the room again before I heard it. A little shuffle behind me. I turned quickly and drew my senator raising it at the source of the sound.
It was a small child. At least... thats what it appeared to be. At first glance I could see bindings on its legs and arms. A hospital gown with little ducklings on it and a teddy bear tucked under its arm. I lowered my senator as it spoke.
"Dr. Mehon told me to wait here. He said hed be right back."
Dr. Mehon was probably dead I thought. I knelt down and put my hand on the child's shoulder. "Whats your name kid?"
"3". I felt a rage build up. I swallowed it quickly.
"Well 3, what uh... why.. why do you have bin.." I stopped myself. Whatever those scientists were doing here...
3 looked up at me and I noticed it. A cat like set of eyes. Other little details started to click as well. Four fingers on each hand, slightly pointed ears, a discoloration of skin and a rigid scale-like spine on the shoulder.
"The radio doesnt work mister." 3 seemed to have understood their situation. "Dr Mehon destroyed it before he left."
I realized then that it was unlikely either of us would make it off this planet alive.
EDIT: Part 2 out now! (Part 2's a lil shorter) I Didnt think itd get this many upvotes and comments. Ill keep writing then. Feel free to suggest names for 3!

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* Shiny Dynamax Legends OT: Slava TID: 036275 Sport ball Solgaleo - 10 $
* Shiny Dynamax Legends OT: Slava TID: 036275 Love ball Necrozma - 10 $
* Shiny Regieleki OT: Slava TID: 036275 Premier ball - 30 $
* Shiny Regidrago OT: Daakuson TID: 726825 Heavy ball - 30 $
RNG services/Services:
* Any playthrough for custom OT is 10 $ per game once
* Shiny Jirachi from bonus disc, please be aware that all shiny Jirachi are natural clones and come with OT: WISHMKR ID: 20043
* Gen 3 overall RNG: Custom Colosseum/GoD: XD/Fire Red/Leaf Green - customisable (OT/ball/nature/IV's)
* Shiny Manaphy from Pokemon Ranger cart - customisable (OT/Nature/IV) - 18 $
* Gen 4-5-6-7 RNG: legendary/Ultra Beasts - customisable (Shinyness/OT/ball/nature/IV's) - 8 $ or 5 $ if random IV's
* Gen 8 raid RNG: - customisable (Shinyness/Ball/Nature), OT will be: Alienowitch, TID: 059583 (SWORD)/ Alienowitch TID: 729244 (SHIELD)
* Gen 8 raid RNG'ed Authentic Shiny Sinistea with spread Timid 31/0/31/31/31/31. Customisable OT and ball - 12 $
* Sword/Shield Egg breeding services customisable - random guaranteed 5x31 or 4x31+1x0 IV's - 5 $
* Sw/Sh Calyrex/GlastrieSpectrieKubfu/Regis catching - 5 $
BDSP:
* Any playthrough for custom OT is 10 $ per game once
* EGG RNG - Custom nature/Ball/OT/egg moves - 3 $
* Shiny Arceus (custom OT/Ball/Nature) - 25 $
* Custom Legend RNG (OT/Ball/Nature) - 5 $
* Member's Card Shiny Darkrai in Moon ball Timid nature OT: Lucas TID: 070365 - 80 $ (RNG'ed using Pokefinder and capture card for another user, which backed down from deal - proofed)
* Member's Card Shiny Darkrai RNG - Yet to be caught, different OT's available, can be caught using any ball available in BDSP - 80 $
Scarlet/Violet:
* Any playthrough for custom OT is 10 $ per game once
* Iron Leaves in Friend ball Jolly OT: Alienowitch TID: 564392 - 12 $ (proofed)
* Raging Wake in Dive ball Timid OT: Alienowitch TID: 564392 - 12 $ (proofed)
* Raging Wake+Iron Leaves set - 20 $
* Shiny egg services (custom OT/ball/nature) - 4 $
* Any item - 0,5 $
*Any normal non shiny Pokemon - 0,5 $
* Comp+battle ready non-shiny Pokemon - 1 $
* Any Shiny Paradox in custom pokeball - 3 $
* Koraidon/Miraidon/Iron BouldeIron Crown/Raging Bolt/Gouging Fire custom OT catching - 5 $
* Shiny Gimmighoul in level ball TID: 558144 OT: Bulek - 15 $ (self caught using raid from second CFW console)
* Vivillon/Shiny Vivillon forms/dex - Paldea mark any ball available - 2 $ normal/ 5 $ shiny
OTHER:
* Ribbon Master - Always wanted to have one and never could ? I can help with that. Now having beauty like this: H-Typhlosion RM/Scizor RM won't be a problem ! (Bear in mind that some ribbons can't be gotten becuse of gen 4 wi-fi shut down or are pretty hard to do now - master ball tier battles for example).
Most proofs can be adjusted to your liking so just write me on this topic, we will manage.And that is all I can provide, but wait... You still didn't find what you've been looking for ? Ask away ! I really like to RNG and stuff so I might just go and get it for you ;)
Here's my Reference
Thank you for your time dear Redditor ! :)
DISCLAIMER, TOOLS USED:
* Gen 8 Raid RNG: CFW Switch + Capture Sight/Raid Finder.
* Gen 8 BDSP RNG: CFW Switch + Capture Sight/Chatot website PokeRNG or Capture card + Pokefinder
* Gen 7: CFW 3DS+3DSRNGTOOL+NTR Plugin or Citra+Python plugin+3DSRNGTOOL
* Gen 6: CFW 3DS+3DSRNGTOOL+NTR Plugin
* Gen 4: RNGreporteRNGhelpyRAM watch/.lua script/TWL Save manager
* Gen 3: RNGreporteDolphin emulatoVBA emulatoAguacate script/HxD/GBA backup tool/.lua script
* Gen 9 Gimmighoul: Raicrawler (data look up) + date change
* Special mention: Jirachi is done solely on emulator using rom of Bonus disc. Manaphy is done by wiping save on physical Pokemon Ranger Cart, playing through the game, sending Egg to Gen 4 game, ripping the save to do RNG on emulator and writing it back to Gen 4 cart.
* Any lack of OT and TID info will be filled accordingly in comments when said Pokemon are transferred to their respective medium.
* All Pokemon offered in this thread are caught/received/redeemed by me.

call me names.
I lock myself in a room, small dusty room - the dust is mostly dirt blows in through the open windows. pollen. it makes you sneeze, me sneeze, even after I close the windows, when it's getting too cold. call me 'sniffles', that's a name you could call me.
someone is afraid, long time they've been afraid and their fear makes them called 'fraidy cat'. they're shuddering. i look over at them in the corner and they shudder harder - i step closer, they shudder harder - like excited atoms, the friction, they start to glow. fire is burning in the corner of the room with them, in them, around them, and now the wallpaper (pale blue with little pink roses here and there) is charred black. hold out a hand (to offer them comfort), but the time is past (for comfort) and the soot blackens your fingertip. i wrote something in the soot like a dirty or a foggy car window (outside or inside, warm or cold). the wall was warm from their little inferno fire burning fire fire but it was years ago (the two steps across the room were years) and your finger doesn't burn, cold like a wall is cold. close the windows. the ashes make sniffles sneeze.
call yourself something big: you can be 'ace' or 'joe cool' or 'the fonz' or 'bullit' or 'brainy smurf' or 'indiana jones' or 'mr. creosote', point is that you've got a lot to give. I'm you. I know i'm you because in mirrors you look me right in the eye. I look over your shoulder. I push a boulder. The moon is like a boulder in space, weightless, and the earth and the sun are pushing it together. One does more work than the other. Rumor has it the moon's just an affectation the earth came up with to impress the sun. instead of reading this you should read that calvino story about the moon.
anyway, the moon's something big. all the dogs howl at it - of course they would. they're just a piece of the earth same as all of us, so it's a kind of arrogance then, the moonhowl, it's look-at-me look-how-great-I-am. I have some barbed wire too, the two dogs on opposite sides, one that's free and the other that isn't, the free one gets stuck below in the middle of the night and bleeds to death, the unfree one runs in circles pointlessly, digs a rut in the ground that matches the fence - the clever observation would be that the one with the name, 'fido' or 'rex' or 'killer', that despite being trapped in the boundary of the fence he's the one who's really free, and the one who has no name (he never had any use for one) is imprisoned in his own way, not by the fence but by his exclusion from the things that matter, the naming of things, etc. that's what you might write if you were trying to be clever.
instead of being clever, you could write the most obvious thing in the world. you could recite it, out loud, in public. you could read and write and recite to delight, the light that burns twice as bright, scribble with some graphite, at night. the persistent rumor (as advanced by the koyannisqatsi guy (that word, so mysterious and alien, of course actually just swiped like everything else from the people it once belonged to, belongs to him now)) that television rots children's brains has little basis in reality. i spent half my life watching television. if i remember correctly the gimmick in this film of his was that the kids were all zombies staring at the television, and the television was showing the disney adaptation of pinnochio or something. maybe it was dumbo. these are both films about being a prisoner. (sniffles might have been that disney dwarf, call him 'sneezy')
the thing i was getting at is that the cathode ray tube is where electrons go. your brain, your personality, it's all the same thing, electrons. they're stuck in your brain. some people believed that x-rays or gamma radiation or something were leeching out of the CRTs and this was why everyone was 'getting dumber', and they believed also that the programming itself was to blame, that if only we made the television more Moral and Upright and Proper things would finally fall into place. it never occurred to them that television was downstream of society itself, that is, them and their actions, the ones they do on purpose as well as the ones they do without thinking. in the cartoon, the wolf goes bananas because of how much of a hard-on he has for red riding hood, everyone is laughing when a train whistle comes out of his head or his eyes bulge out of their sockets, or his tongue is suddenly 50 feet long and unrolls like a red carpet, they laugh and the thought process which produces this hilarious moment is "sometimes desire is like your tongue unrolling like a carpet", "sometimes sex is like steam coming out of your ears", "sometimes your heart beats and every pump it's jutting ten feet out of your chest"
more and more quietly you walk up some stairs. they're creaky and you don't want to wake anyone. i say more and more because the first time you climb them, many years ago, it's too loud and you make the neighbors angry, and even though they don't tell you about it with words, you get the message. (one day you'll build a house with stairs that never creak or stairs that always creak, and this will solve the problem once and for all) the same goes for the heart-beats. heart beats too loud or too quietly. softly the heart beats. beats me.

For context, I had an emergency ileostomy back in Nov 23 and I am unable to eat nuts or food with nuts in as my ostomy struggles to pass them and it causes issues.
So my parents and grandparents came up to visit last weekend (they live south west England & I live in Nottinghamshire) and my nan bless her heart, made me a coffee and walnut cake but she forgot that I couldn’t have nuts and put walnuts through the entire cake. Not a problem, my partner had half and I sent the other half round to our neighbours.
I was talking to a friend about the situation (she asked how my family were etc) and her sister must have read the message as I got a lengthy message about how I should stop faking having a nut allergy as there are people like her who genuinely suffer & have to have a strict diet. I explained that no, I’m not allergic but I’m unable to have nuts due to having a ostomy bag but she was adamant that I was over reacting and using it for attention as no one really cares about me having my surgery anymore (again, for context, I originally went in for a simple surgery but there was a complication and I had to undergo several surgeries afterwards and was put into a coma for a month). I asked my friend if she could explain it to her better as my anxiety was not helping me explain it very well and I was struggling to communicate properly & she said it’s just her sister being weird but it really got to me as she was posting about it on Facebook how people fake allergies for attention and how it’s a sign of lack of attention etc.
Sorry for the silly rant, it just annoyed me as I wouldn’t do something like that for attention & believe me, I love cashews and Brazil nuts, and obviously my nans coffee and walnut cake so having to miss out on a lot of foods because of the bag. I also cannot have mushrooms or sweetcorn so no more chicken and mushroom pot noodles 😢

Hi all.
So unfortunately we ended up in a bad situation whereas my mum received a section 21 letter because the landlord wants to sell the house.
Due to her disabilities we went down the council route, mum was band A, she was preliminary offered a property. However the council messed up big time and pulled it out from under her feet.
A council lhoysing eader overturned all decisions medical evidence of my mum’s disabilities including hospital reports and took away all bandings. Were the process of appealing this but we’ve decided to go elsewhere. The appeal is more about disability rights.
Having witnessed things about the local council I believe they have seriously breached a duty of care.
Anyway We have had to secure alternative accommodation in an housing association. The place mum will be moving to is an over 55s facility. Its nice.
Whilst it does allow small pets, cats have to remain indoors and are not allowed in communal areas. My mum will also be on the second floor.
My mums cat is everything to her, and she cannot give him up. He has really helped get some of her life back after my dad died.
Unfortunately there is no one to take him in. I can’t because I live in a shared place. I’m not taking him to a rescue because they would just turn him a way. (I know the bleak outlook for him in my area).
He is mostly an indoor cat anyway, and is extremely clean. (Better than most humans.) He won’t go out at night and he only wants to be asleep on my mum. He cries to go to bed and will keep at it until my mum gives in. He goes out for about 5 minutes a day realises he hates it and comes back in again.
The accommodation is temporary because it’s not the best but we are working with other housing providers. Stuff is in the pipeline but it will take a few months. This option was a last resort on the back of the council screwing us over.
I’m just wondering if there are anyways to make the transition smoother. There is a communal garden I don’t know what their rules are, put if mum could put him on a cat leash or something and just sit with him. Or if we could do anything to the apartment.
It’s a completely open space aside from a few cupboards which benefits from the sun. We’re thinking of getting him one of those cat play areas from pets at home too.

I'm going away for a week and decided to have my 2 cats boarded at a cat hotel. My Siamese boy is very temperamental and accident prone. Just in the last year he broke his foot, got his ear torn, and got impaled by palisade fencing twice.
Last year I had a friend stay at my place to take care of them, but when I returned my Siamese had an injury on his back that my friend didn't notice (don't blame my friend, took me 2 days to notice the injury because it was covered by his fur).
If he has another injury, it will be too hard for someone else to get him in his carrier and take him to the vet. Keeping him indoors is not really an option, I live in a tiny garden flat with a huge garden, and he figured out how to open the windows to get out. He also broke his foot while inside.
The girl kitty is chilled and I'm sure she'll be fine. And I do think this will be the safest option for them. But I feel so incredibly guilty and I know this will stress out my Siamese a lot. Am I making the right choice here? Just really need some reassurance and maybe hear about other people's experiences

I always watch my team’s game at home on GamePass, but know of some bars that show games. Salamas being one, obv.
My question is if Salamas or any of these other bars have the ability to show any choice of game, like a bar back in the US would off of the Sunday Ticket, or are they limited to only what is available via the RTL games that week or perhaps if Sky carries a game?
I have friends coming to town in September that would like to experience Sunday football at a Berlin bar, but I don’t want to show up somewhere and only have the red zone or whatever on the TVs without being able to watch our team. Vielen Dank für alle Infos oder Empfehlungen.

everyone I just want to vent about something
I am 16 years old and after a very toxic relationship I soon became very depressed it was a very serious depressive episode I would say I was in my bed just rotting for all of October 2022 is when it started and really that depression took a while to curb and is now back from my arthritis symptoms. I had completely lost my appetite and really, I would eat nothing all day. I don’t know how I did it, I had nearly 7 seizures last year.. but I was so extremely depressed from such toxic people who were still trying to crawl back into my life. I’ve almost lost or I have lost 20 pounds in a year from the depression. I was always perfectly fine for my whole life.. I don’t know how to feel this is really hard for me mentally. I feel disabled I feel like my opportunities are reduced. I feel like as if I’m still struggling with the denial. So my parents definitely noticed my weight loss last year but didn’t really do anything to help me like take me to a doctor and I also didn’t advocate for myself as I was in so deep into my depressive episode so I can also blame myself I guess. But that’s what my problem is.. my mother blames me for my arthritis and everyone in my life is denying at the moment I think everyone is in shock as well. I got into an argument with my father a couple days about something petty and I had told him my arthritis has given me a short temper and made me an angrier person, he said you don’t have sh*t and it made me feel very invalidated and angry and I told him the first stage is denial maybe that wasn’t the best choice of words but I know he might just be in denial and hurt as well as my dad so I am not thinking about what he said too much. My symptoms really started Nov 2023 once in the morning I was brushing my hair before school and I felt a very tight pain in my wrist when I had moved my hand a certain direction because my hair is curly and needs a lot of maintenance, I knew this was a big red flag as I had never felt that before. Then the real pain started the joint pain, aching, dullness, burning, tense pain I feel deep in my bones that i know is arthritis 💔 I am so scared and worried for my future . My symptoms were the worst in winter, where my body would hurt all the time in the cold!! I dropped from 115 lb to almost 96-97 now i know I am unhealthy and doing my best to gain it back I am also 5’1. Also, whenever I move in class my body pops so extremely loud.. to have arthritis at this age in the school setting is so incredibly humiliating and confusing and difficult… I always have to crack my knuckles to ease the pressure built in them after I’m done writing, sometimes I feel the worst of all is I’ve lost my beautiful body that people used to compliment me on, I have genetic cystic acne and wear glasses so it really was the only thing that did make me feel good enough which hurts me to say. I wonder when I go to school what people think of me, I’ve even lost my best friend and friend group because I’m not beautiful like them anymore. It sounds stupid but it’s true my hair being very short due to the shrinkage in curly hair does make me look a bit ugly I have short hair now but it’s growing as i try to gain weight.. how i feel is what is the point of life if I am always suffering 💔 and why me💔 my parents can’t afford even clothes and food for me now they have to buy me medicine i don’t even think they are taking me seriously unfortunately… as the oldest daughter in an immigrant household they always expected me to know how to raise myself and now when i need them they aren’t here😔 it’s hard to write in class and even stay awake, i was always a sleepy person but arthritis is a different.. exhaustion. I feel as if there’s nothing to live for, I am emotionally drained and numbed I almost feel like I’m losing it sometimes. I wish we had a support group for very young people dealing with arthritis because I feel like my life is robbed from me but i only have myself to blame I guess 💔😔

Hi my name is Gina and I’m fundraising to help my family while I’m obtaining treatment for Graves’ Disease.
Earlier this year, I was diagnosed with Graves’ Disease, an autoimmune disorder that results in hyperthyroidism. My employer terminated me due to my illness and while I’m pursuing legal action/a settlement via a law firm working on contingency time is not on my side financially. Thankfully while Graves’ Disease is not fatal, it is a life long, chronic condition, that can have a wide range of effects on the body. In my case, breathing has become increasingly difficult, especially when trying to sleep, along with difficulty swallowing any food or liquids, thanks to inflammation in the neck and throat. Between barely being able to eat and barely being able to sleep, my life has ground to a halt, the prospect of job hunting, or maintaining myself financially through freelance and independent art work made impossible, due as well to other symptoms of the disease, such as muscle cramping and tremors. This, combined with anxiety and panic attacks further fuelled by increased thyroid hormone production, along with a host of other minor afflictions Graves’s Disease carries with it, has made life a living hell.
Thankfully, there is a simple treatment, medication and a full thyroidectomy, that can reverse these symptoms and let me lead the productive and creative life I once had. And even better, the surgery is covered by the Canadian healthcare system, but that surgery isnt until June 6, until then, and for the recovery time after, I am unable to support myself financially, or to afford the accompanying medications I will need to take for the rest of my life.
I need your help to get through this dark time and reach the other side.
Currently, my cashflow runs at a deficit of $1,200 - $1,600 a month, expected to continue another 4-8 months as I recover from surgery. To get through this time, to survive so I can later thrive, I need between $4,800-$6,400 (based on 4 months recovery) to $9,600-$12,800 (based on 8 months recovery).
Any help will be greatly appreciated. Please, give generously, so I can get my life back. if consumerism is more your taste than donations, you can peruse and arrange to purchase my art through either my Instagram @paint_splattered_cats or if you prefer art on products you can find my merchandise on Redbubble PSCats.
https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-gina-in-her-fight-to-get-her-graves-disease-controlled

My aunt F(40) and I F(25) agreed to both get an apartment with both of our names on the lease. She was in a rush to get an apartment as she had just had a divorce, and I wanted my own place after moving out of my boyfriend’s parent’s house.
She was in a rush to sign the papers and move in because she had nowhere else to go. Her sister (my other aunt) allowed her to live in her house rent free for a couple months before she needed to look for a place. So once she found out, I was breaking up she took it as an opportunity to get a roommate.
I feel like me being naïve and new to the lease signing process was seen as an opportunity to take advantage. The day of signing the lease they told us that we couldn’t view the unit because it wasn’t ready and I told her that I didn’t sign it because I don’t know what the condition is but she insisted that we do and that we can fix it later, so I did trusting her.
Once we move in, it’s a very old department and we are paying roughly 1,500 in rent. It’s a two bed two bath. It comes with the garage for a single car, which she has claimed since she pays more. She has the master bedroom with a standup shower and a bathtub as well as “his and her sink”. I have the guest restroom, which is just a simple small bathroom with a tub shower, toilet and sink.
Initially, the agreement was the I pay a portion of the rent, electricity and Internet. Her mother, which is my grandmother was trying to help us get us into our own place so sent her $5000 which was supposed to be divided by two which would give $2500 to her and $2500 to me. I didn’t know about this until recently as she hid it and was acting like it was given to her for months, and even made it seem like she was being nice by helping me out since I couldn’t afford some stuff during she furniture shopping. So when we went shopping for the apartment, I tried to help pay for half of groceries and little furnishings that I could afford out of my pocket. When it came to picking out couches, she made it seem like a very carefree experience (not paying attending to price) and was looking for a very big couch that was lavish and when I told her I couldn’t afford it, she said don’t worry Grandmother is helping us out. (but we’re just spending my portion of the money on the couch she wanted) If I had known that MY money was going towards that couch, I would’ve definitely chose a cheaper one and put more thought into selecting it.
I had a gut feeling about the spending and asked my grandmother about the “help she gave us”, she told me the truth: that $2500 should have gone to me, and she’s sorry that she didn’t clarify it soon as she sent it. She thought my aunt would’ve done the right thing and give it to me to help me purchase my furniture for my room. Later she went shopping for a brand new mattress and began shopping for more furniture and decor. Meanwhile, my room is full of free furniture that is used and that I’ve gotten from family members storage and IKEA furniture that I bought out of my own pocket.
I am a full-time student, receiving assistance from the gov receiving 1400/month as a Veterans dependent. And I also do commissions on the side to make extra money. So I live very frugally naturally and am a minimalist tbh and yes I CAN afford bills and own groceries. I’ll also watch all her animals while she’s out of town for free (2 cats and 1 dog). I only have one cat and often clean the whole apartment, including helping her with her laundry that sits in the washedryer. Since i see it as a contribution and helping her out.
The agreement has changed in the past four months that I’ve lived with her. We are 4 months into a 14 month lease. She pays $1200 a month for rent, I am responsible for everything else. That being: whatever is left of rent, water, electricity, Internet, and I have to pay for my own parking every month at the apartment we stay (she gets garage so she doesn’t have to pay parking)
Lately she’s been asking me if I’m going to get a job and to start contributing more towards the rent, which caught me off guard as I thought we had already come to an agreement on the rent/bills situation before signing the lease and revisiting about a month ago. Right now I’m roughly paying $600-$700 in utilities and rent combined. If it gets more expensive and bills go up I am responsible for the overages and she seems to like to leave the AC low and lights on. She’ll leave her clothes in the washer and forget to throw them in the dryer and end up washing them again. The same thing with the dryer. Even if it’s dry she’ll, have to redry it to “freshen it up”.
I’m also probably undiagnosed OCD, my only complaint to her is to be clean and at least keep common areas tidy. She likes to leave things in the sink overnight, dump her weeks worth of coffee cups that she brings from work in the sink and leave them for hours. Her dog will pee around the apartment and I find it after it dries up and becomes sticky after I step in it. I’ve mentioned these issues before, but she seems to shrug them off and give me excuses.
I’ll leave for days at a time and give her a notice on when I leave and come back because I know I am leaving my cat with her, but I make sure he always has food and I come by and check on him, clean litter box and tidy up around the place if I’m staying at my boyfriends, which is only 20 minutes away. She complain the fact that I’m gone too long. And when I’m at the apartment, it seems to bother her that I do school from home and can work from home doing commissions. I’m an introvert.
She is a shopping addict and is in debt and also runs a business that is in the red, she has no children and she seems to be living above what she can afford. Her ex husband is needing help financially and I think it’s affecting her financially. In the end she’s asking for me to help her as she is struggling with her lifestyle, relationship, and business.
Some people might say that my situation isn’t that bad or that I’m overthinking, but since this is a family member, it’s hard to set boundaries as well as stand up for myself when I respect her as an aunt.
She’s came to me offering to help me in the beginning when I was looking for a place and now it seems like a trap. My parents asked me to move back in so that I could save money and avoid rent but she said if I move out I’m fully responsible for breaking the lease or paying for her to downsize into a single bed room unit, which would be $1300 in fees or more. I want to stand my ground since my name is on that lease and we made an agreement. I’m frustrated and really need advice. Am I wrong, should I help more or is she just taking advantage.

Hello everyone! I hope you all are doing well while reading this post.
I am currently trying to join a game I had been invited to that has been running for around 2 years irl. The PCs are level 11 and are soon to hit twelve. There is a lot of lore for this game, but their current predicament is that they're trying to have an audience with Lord Neverwinter and to do so, they gotta kill some giants. Unfortunately for the party of 4 (Phantom Rogue, Life Cleric, Lore Bard, Divination Wizard), they are in DIRE need of a tank. So I started making one. Had some issues with communication with the DM but, with the help of some other friends of mine, I finally decided on making a Reborn Cavalier Fighter. However, when I finally have the chance to communicate with the DM about my ideas for a character, a lot of complications arise.
A bit more than a couple of hours ago, I write to the DM on Discord to check if they had time to talk about the character since our game was the very next day and I had next to nothing to work with. DM is a very busy person, but says we can talk around the end of the day. I affirm that notion and let them know what my plan for my character was. At this point, it was my understanding that the party still had some problems with the Red Wizards of Thay and were investigating some magical shenanigans. The wizard and rogue specifically had backstory ties that only served to further their hatred for the group. Thus, I decided to make a Cavalier Fighter who had a wizard lover while he was alive and died protecting his lover. He waited for his lover to join him in the afterlife for a while, but when Mystra showed up instead of the and explained the situation, he wanted to go back to find out what happened to his husband. Thus, he became a Reborn with the goal of finding his husband's grave, learning that the Red Wizards purged it and stole his soul, and joining the party in their hatred towards them.
The issue with this backstory, from my understanding of the DMs perspective, was that it took too much away from the actual story at hand. This is when I found out that the party wouldn't interact with the Red Wizards any more and were headed in a direction that I wouldn't be able to really know about. Instead, the DM proposed that I be a reborn giant soul that was brought back from a time travel accident gone wrong and I would now act as an information giver for the party. I did not want to lose out on the story I crafted since I felt very attached to the concept of love thriving even after death, but when I tried to ask how the DM would have rathered I build my character's story, the offers that were given had very little substance for me to build an actual character off of.
To me, it felt like I was being asked to build an NPC that would give the party information and fight with the party but not have any emotional ties of their own to the story. The end of our discussion came from them saying "maybe take a step back, think about it one more time from a clean slate. It doesn't need to be a whole detailed thing. Just a template you can work from with some basic motivations, ideals, and flaws." I feel like I just wasted a bunch of time and effort trying to make an emotionally driven and persuasive character fir the party to feel attached to, just to be told to make a template character with some pre-generated personality traits. I believe it is in my best interest to leave the game but maybe I am being too harsh on the DM and misconstruing their words. Maybe I'm too attached to the character concept I made and should learn how to compromise more, even if it feels like the reasons the character would work well are being gutted. What do you all think? I don't think I can make a proper decision without being influenced by my emotions.

TLDR

I made a backstory that the DM doesn't believe would work for his world. DM then strongly suggests that I either make changes that I feel would gut my character and turn them into a glorified NPC or make a new NPC from scratch. I think I should leave, but I don't think I can trust my gut right now. What do you think?

Hiya
I have a 10month chi, she's very friendly and sweet temperament wise. I also have two kids and a push over partner, he's definitely more of the dog person but no boundaries 😮‍💨
I have a few issues I'd appreciate some advice/input on how to train her, as yesterday she escaped the house and ran in front of a car. She is SO lucky it didn't hit her. I spent 15 minutes trying to find her, and that's only because she found a dog walker who grabbed her 😮‍💨
• Doesn't eat unless it's chicken. She will starve herself for days, and then only eat chicken. Vets given advice about no longer changing her pet food in attempts to find ones she likes Previously within a week, if she even ate it, she will reject again and honestly she didn't eat much to begin with. So now it gets put out, if she doesn't eat it within 5 minutes, it's taken away. Then she waits until dinner. It's sort of solved the problem, she's at least eating half of a meal a day.
• Pees everywhere. I've had to throw out a large family rug. She's destroyed my wooden floor. Doesn't like to use puppy mats. She will go outside in the morning now, but that's only recent Banned from unsupervised upstairs as she will pee and poop everywhere. She's also pooped on the kids and my beds before; I've warned my eldest (he adores her) that he can clean it up if she does it on his again, since he wants her on his bed. It's either the kitchen wood floor (which is now all black/dark brown under the table, I wish she would use puppy mats) or living room rug.
• No call back or commands. She just about knows SIT when it suits her. She does know her name. She knows no but doesn't always listen to it, again, unless it suits her. She also knows when she's been naughty as she legs it from me to her bed 🙄 I really need this sorted, she is so fast and regularly escapes. She has a collar with name and number and address etc; but I can't run after her and she will eventually get eaten by another dog (lots of big dogs around here, I've had to lift her before! They must think she's a bunny!) or worse, if this continues.
• Eats everything on the carpet. When she does have a scrap of food, she takes it into the living room onto the carpet. At best she eats on the floor next to her bowl. I've found if i put her food outside, she eats out the bowl itself. But honestly I cannot keep cleaning my carpet of dog food as she smears it in 😭 I'm looking at another stair gate to sadly confine her to the kitchen, now.
• Jumping and biting. I get she's a puppy. But she jumps and bites my kids faces. I'm pregnant ATM and will be due soon, I don't want her accidently hurting the newborn. I don't want to end up having to get rid of her, I want to train it out of her. She doesn't always bite soft, too, she's drawn blood with myself and my youngest child. Unfortunately 🙄 my eldest and partner (and guests, sigh) find it endearing and tell me "she's just playing", and I'm trying to explain if she mauls a neighbour's kids face by accident or their child or my baby, they will soon change their tune! I had a friend in school, who's nose literally has this massive scar where her dog as a puppy, got carried away. The dog was re-homed and she has a permanent fear of dogs.
• Licking - this is just me. I hate licky dogs. We have had several dogs when I was a kid and none like this. She gets carried away and has stuck her tongue up the nose of the lot of them; she doesn't get that chance with me as I put my hand on her head but she still tries.. Kids adore it. Partner adores it 🙄 Anyway to stop her doing it? At least for me 😮‍💨
• When on a lead, there is absolutely no listening skills. She does what she wants. You can say "heel" and stop all you want, she will strangle herself silly.
• Jumping on sofa and stealing pillows, humping pillows, using sofa to launch herself onto living room table to steal food. Also uses sofa to launch into (already set up) baby cot - this certainly has to stop! I put it out already to train her "no" like I used to do with our cat. Our cats old now so he is already trained up in forbidden places etc.
😮‍💨 I've never had this issue with any dogs we had since I was a child/friends puppies. I appreciate I don't have as much time to dedicate, and will be going on maternity leave so I want to be dealing with as much of it as I can before/when baby is here.
Sorry it's so long 😮‍💨 I am just tired and it doesn't help my partner and eldest, she goes straight to them when she's naughty/not getting her way, and then I have to tell them off, too. I'm not daft, I know it's because they give in 🙄
Thank you 🙏

My wife watches this channel all the time lately, and I’m always down for a good charity stream. I have an idea for a loose stream format that should be an interesting community event and raise a lot of money for either the creators themselves to continue making content or a charity of their choice like Charity Gaming. I can’t seem to find a link to send this idea directly, so I’m hoping this can reach them in some way.
The stream starts with some hype about splitting the community up into two teams, I recommend Evens and Odds because it works well for tracking who is donating what, but anything you can do that allows you to split the crowd will work fine such as perhaps hashtags. In this example, team Evens adds up all of the even numbered donations ($10, $20) and team Odds adds up all the odd donations.
Arrange 5 maps, from easiest to hardest. When the stream begins you are officially planning to play the middle map. If more money is donated to Odds than Evens, you move further to the right on the selector. So if donations are roughly even, you’re still playing the middle difficulty map. If Odds gets (for example, $200) more than Evens, you play the next harder map. At (for example, $500 more donated to Odds than to Evens) you instead play the hardest map on your list. The same numbers apply if Evens is winning in donations, but the chosen map becomes easier instead.
Now we begin playing with the two of you working together to beat a Hard mode run of this crowd selected map, and already we’ve made some money. Now you have absolutely no in game cash to work with, income is turned off and you start with nothing but normal starting cash, no double cash. You gain nothing from pops, no farms, none of it.
At the end of round 1, if Evens donated more than Odds, you get a certain amount of in game cash added to your bank based on how much Evens won by. If Odds won, you LOSE cash, and may have to sell towers to make it up back to zero. You may want to make it so towers sell back for full value to keep it fair. The more one team donates, the more money is added or subtracted each round.
Good luck, go pop some bloons!