Axstrom's Notes

1. The list is here: big jump list
2. The draw (1-5548) is 877, 1520, 4754, 5265, 1478
   1. Drawing 5 so there are backups in case of issues, but the jumper gets to choose among 4
   2. 877 is Earth Final Conflict - A TV show whewre aliens come and uplift Earth but have a hidden agenda
   3. 1520 is Investiture of the Gods - A fantasy tale in Zhou Dynasty
   4. 4754 is Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep - a Disney mashup videogame
   5. 5265 is The Fountain - A film about contuinity across time, grief, death, and growth
   6. Jumper chooses The Fountain
      1. Jump Doc
      2. Reddit discussion
   7. Jumper buys access to The Biosphere Supplement
      1. Supplement Doc

Build Notes

1. Drawbacks - None - Part of the point is that you can't have everything
2. Companions - None - This is the journey of an individual soul
3. Origin
   1. Past: Noble - setting the stage for grander thigns
   2. Present: Inventor - striving for progress
   3. Future: Witness - seeing what has become of the world
4. Perks
   1. Noble Thought - free for Noble, stay connected to the people who are affected by your actions
   2. Noble Deed - free for Noble, your actions have greater impact and are remembered and recorded
   3. Inventor's Vision - free for inventor, studying a problem gives increasing insight in how to improve it
   4. Inventor's Intent - free for inventor, your creations are harder to misuse
   5. Improved POV - free for witness, observe / remember events from multiple perspectives
   6. Bystander - free for witness, events can unfold around you leaving you unharmed
   7. All Together Now - merge all your past origins into a complex mind
   8. 500 Years of Practice (Teaching) - mastery beyond mastery of the chosen skill
   9. Soothing Presence - calm strong emotions and suffering
   10. Absolution - If someone genuinely repents, you can allow them to move
5. Items
   1. Meditation Garden - self-explanatory warehouse attachment
   2. Biosphere - Full purchase activates the Biosphere Supplement
   3. Tree of Life Sapling - Grows six immortality fruits per decade, which can (over very long time) grow more trees

Jump Notes

1. I wake up in my room in the warehouse apartments, after shutting myself in without even checking the Benefactor's Lounge the night before
   1. I'm still lingering on the frustration of not cracking the riddle of Allabar, and not being able to solve the problem permanently
   2. But there's no going back, so I commit to facing forward for the rest of the week, and head to the Benefactor room
      1. Once again, there are four envelopes with me, and my big chart of jumps up on the wall, like something from a Kindergarten classroom
      2. As I affix a sticker saying "The Fountain (2006)" to the big chart, a small round outline appears next to it: "Biosphere Supplement available"
   3. On my way to call a team meeting, I catch a surprise outside the apartments
      1. Three of our bard graduates are slowly exploring the area
   4. At the team meeting, I announce my intention to go solo on the next jump
      1. The decision isn't popular, but most of them have waited while I've done gauntlets before, so it's not a big shock
   5. We set up the entertainment room to watch the movie, even though I don't expect that meta knowledge will be much help
      1. For the first time, we don't all fit in the Entertainment room
      2. By count, there are eleven of us (me and ten companions), the Halflings are now up to fifteen after two recent births, and we have nine new bards with us, so we set up a second showing in the evening
   6. Finally, before heading in to the jump, I make one last check of the Benefactor's office to see if there's more information on the biosphere supplement, but though my note has been removed, there is no response, and nothing on the tablet
2. I awake from a deep sleep in a luxurious bed, it is early morning and the sun is still rising
   1. I can feel the absence of my abilities; I am reduced below even bodymod, to the level of a baseline middle-aged man in a world with primitive medicine
      1. Nevertheless, I can feel a gift reaching back in time to me - and as I accept it, I am calmed, no longer distressed by what I have lost
   2. In this time, I have duties, both in the mundane sense of the tasks those around me expect me to perform, as well as a greater sense in which I must try to make this world better
   3. My new gift becomes invaluable in due time
      1. All manner of petitioners and officers come to me with grievances, and each of them are a storm of emotions - no one comes before their Count to declare how satisfied they are with things
      2. In short time, word of my wisdom spreads, and my council is sought by King Ferdinand
   4. I lobby my King with an eye to improving the lives of all involved
      1. It is the lives of ordinary Spaniards that are the measure of his ability as a King, not the mass of his treasury
      2. Colonialism brings with it dangers beyond the obvious, and responsibilities for ages to come
      3. Allowing the priests to destroy artifacts of other cultures does not increase our glory, but diminishes it
   5. Despite my ability to make my case clearly and seemingly overcome all objections, my guidance is rarely heeded when I leave the room
   6. And before long, it seems I have made enemies of those who stand to gain by plundering the New World
      1. They do not discuss the matter with me, or make their displeasure known by facing me down in violence
      2. But as the breath leaves my lungs over dinner, my last thought is that I have been poisoned by a coward
3. I awake from a fitful sleep in a large bed, my wife still asleep beside me despite the chirping of my alarm clock
   1. My first throught is of the date - It is September 7, 1999 - the first day of fall semester
      1. This will not be my first time teaching CS 101, but this time will be different, I can feel the power in my body, my mind, and my soul
   2. I arrive at my office early, of course, and make sure everything is in order - the syllabus handouts are ready, my slides are in order and proof-read, and my TAs have confirmed their preparedness
      1. The lecure hall is large - so many students sign up for CS 101 without any prior programming knowledge, just to see what it's like, or convinced that they will be a natural
      2. As the students file in, they sparsely occupy the massive auditorium, afraid to sit near people they don't know, not fully understanding that for the vast majority of them, this is their first class on campus, their first opportunity to get to know eachother
      3. I exhort them to move towards the front so they can hear and see better, and a few oblige
      4. The first lecture flows like a breeze, the students hanging on my words as I understand what each one needs to hear to understand what the rest of this semester will hold
   3. By semester's end, the students and TAs are in awe, the CS department chair has asked for my materials and told me that spring registrations for CS102 are higher than ever, both of the student papers have run articles praising my class, and the dean of Arts and Sciences has interceded to clear my spring schedule to prioritize my research work on the condition that I teach 101 again next year
      1. I appreciate my grad students and TAs, but I don't have a real family in this life, so I head into the warehouse for winter break
4. I awaken rested and enthusiastic on a beautiful spring day
   1. It is graduation day for the first group of freshman I taught after coming to this jump, nearly four years ago
      1. They have come so far, and I'm fortunate that some of the best have continued to work with me, and three of them will be graduate students working under me starting in the fall
   2. It is also the first day of human trials for the drug, a new anti-inflammatory
      1. We were hoping it would treat chronic inflammatory diseases, but early testing suggests that it may significantly reduce hay fever, which would be great if we can mass produce it cheaply
   3. My reputation at the school has skyrocketed thanks to the combination of my groundbreaking research plus my teaching perks ensuring high instructor reviews as well as students learning and retaining more
      1. My tenure process has been fast-tracked, since the dean is rightly concerned about losing me to another institution
5. I awaken slowly, and awkwardly, as if from a coma, as a cocktail of drugs is released into my body, still restrained on my cryobed
   1. Our vessel, the Cyllene, is essentially a large asteroid with a hole carved in the middle, stuffed with propellent, equipment, supplies, expansive aquaponics facilities, and a relatively tiny living area
      1. Cyllene was said to have nursed and protected Hermes, as this vessel must nurture and protect us, the first observers, and hopefully, colonists,
   2. As my body and mind resume normal function over the course of 90 minutes, I get a slow trickle of updates on the status of the Cyllene and our mission
      1. The mission clock says it's 202 years since we left Earth, but thanks to time dilation, Earth has experienced 221
      2. Computer Block 5 (of 8) is currently undergoing automated reconstruction as the block with the highest error correction rate at the time the last automated reconstruction completed
      3. 1575 individuals are currently in cryosleep, and 25 (including me) are active, all sufficiently healthy
      4. I am still Dr. John Axstrom, revered teacher and groundbreaking computational pharmacologist, but my consciousness seems to have jumped forward a few hundred years, skipping past the development of miracle cures, life extension medications, and cryogenic preservation of humans
   3. As I realign with my memories and identity, I remember why I'm here
      1. If colonization proceeds, the coming generations are going to need exceptional teachers if they are to learn their place in the universe, and I'm one of the best there ever was
      2. Our mission is expected to take about 750 years from departure to arrival, and though the vast majority of that time is spent in cryosleep, we take shifts being "awake" to ensure systems are functioning and keep eachother mentally and physically healthy
   4. Since the monitoring systems will throw a fit if I straight up disappear from the vessel, I take a long ride out to the external "observation" check, out of the range of most of the sensor systems
      1. There's not really much to observe in deep space - it's like the night sky, as the ancients saw it with no light pollution, but from a different perspective
      2. Here I quickly form a stunt double duplicate, hand over my electronics, and duck into the warehouse
   5. The warehouse clock confirms my suspicions - I'm nearly seven years into the jump
      1. Since it looks like this isn't going to take nearly 1000 years, the team hasn't been going full-stasis mode
      2. The bards have been poring over J-Borg's personal library as well as the impressive collection of the warehouse media room
      3. But the reason I came is the Tablet of the Free - I'm stuck on a large but still confined deep-space vessel until my scheduled return to cryosleep - how is that supposed to entertain the boss?
      4. After confirming nothing interesting is in the warehouse, I head back to the observation deck, and stash the portable door I've been using back into hammer-space before re-merging with my stunt double, and taking the long trip back to the living area
6. I wake up to an unfamiliar synthetic beep - apparently the Cyllene's version of a doorbell
   1. When I open the door, one of my crewmates tells me that our directional antennas have picked up some unusual RF activity that seems to be coming from our destination system, and they want me (as the on-shift programmer) to help the astronomer, comms, and operations staff to help make sense of it, and ensure we're not about to get nuked by a magnetar or something
   2. Initial findings were sparse and inconclusive - just occasional pulses of a signal that must have been very strong and highly directional at the time of transmission, to reach us so far away
   3. But I had access to diagnostic tools that the astrophysicists and comms staff didn't, for all their training and equipment: a series of perks specifically for teasing out the needles of relevance from the haystack of noise
      1. And as I looked at what we were seeing, and what we weren't, the answer became clear: these radio bursts looked just like a primitive form of RADAR
      2. At first my colleagues on the Cyllene were skeptical, but the evidence kept mounting, with 4 additional series of "pings" being detected in the next six weeks
   4. With the spectre of extraterrestrial intelligence hanging over the Cyllene, our XO followed protocol, and ordered the full complement to be wakened from cryosleep to assist in the work to come
   5. Within six months, we had fabricated and installed a much larger purpose-built directional antenna array on the surface of our asteroid hull, and reports of different signals were coming in almost daily
      1. We needed all the extra hands, even our mining and terraforming experts were lending a hand with signal analysis and attempts to form patterns
      2. The whole crew felt the urgency and wondered at the situation - temporally, it would mean that their early experiments with RADAR and initial RF broadcasts would have happened at about the same time as humans did those things on earth, and if they developed at the same rate as us (a big if), they would likely be more advanced when we arrivedd than humans were when we left (and thus the technology of our vessel), and would almost certainly see us coming
   6. The coming months flew past, each bringing further confirmation of suspicious, but with it frustration, as we had been unable to extract a coherent signal - the broadcasts we could pick up didn't appear to be using either amplitude or frequency modulation
      1. More than once I brought signal samples to the warehouse team, but they were just as stumped as us
      2. Even more "esoteric" means didn't work - we tried every variation of "Tongues" and "Comprehend Language" spells on printed, audioized, and even engraved versions of the RF signals we caught, but they all failed and the representations seemed full of too many discontinuities
   7. I could feel my new Inventor's Vision working on the task of how to decode these signals, and about two years after the first pulse was detected, I had my breakthrough
      1. The signals didn't represent continuous audio (like human radio) or even piece-by-piece visuals (like rasterized video), but something of each, and a little weirder
      2. They were composed of many (from seven to three hundred, and not consistent at all) micro-audio clips
      3. It was like making an ultra-low bitrate recordding of the voice of every singer in a chorus individually, and transmitting fifty milliseconds of one, then fifty milliseconds of the next, and so one, in serial, and then starting back again with the first voice
      4. We couldn't figure out why they did this, but once I was able to identify the break points between each "voice", I could layer them on top of eachother to make a composite audio version
      5. And that composite audio could be played, and was a viable candidate for magic translation
   8. The entire vessel went wild when I demonstrated the isolation and recombination of the signals to produce audio
      1. The sound of the thing was somewhat like the sound of multiple birds, frogs, and crickets in a forest, in very brief clips
      2. Of course, I didn't reveal that I had access to magic translation - I figured the comms and signals staff (and the one cryptographer) should have to earn their pay
   9. The remaining year and a half was spent in intense research, for them, while I mostly slacked off and tried to make conversation with the people doing important work on this front, since my actual mission here was to "observe" as humans of this universe underwent a sort of assymmetrical first contact
7. I awaken in my weird little pod bed in my weird little capsule room for the last time, perfectly aware of the remaining hours in this jump
   1. After the initial excitement died down, the majority of the colonists were put back into cryosleep, with only the decoding specialists and those "on shift" like me staying active
      1. There has been a lot of anxiety around the Cyllene for the last few months - we are clearly a colony ship and the intelligent inhabitants of that system probably do not want to be colonized, and may well be easily capable of destroying us
      2. There were discussions about trying to reverse course and head back to Earth, but we could do that any time, and the closer we get, the more information we can gather about the system and its inhabitants
   2. It would be cruel to try to skim supplies from this vessel even if there were something I wanted aboard, so I just wait my time out, helping where I can and secretly translating any communications we receive when time permits
      1. So far it has all been rather uninspiring, which makes me even more curious what kind of species would develop radio technology but not transmit any fiction or speeches or poetry
   3. When it's almost time, I once again make the long trek out to the Cyllene's observation deck alone, and split off a Stunt Double, who can at least stay here for a month, while I slip into the warehouse
      1. When I enter, J-Borg greets me and informs me of a message at the Benefactor's lounge
      2. The note on the door says "Supplement Pending - please attend as soon as possible", so I go in to check it out
      3. With the choices all locked in, the door unlocks and I head out to meet with the team
   4. With the memories of my time in Spain finally restored, I realize how I had been trying to communicate with myself all along, but failing
      1. The need for calm communcation and education will never end - among our closest neighbors or with a civilization 300 light years away
   5. We have the traditional group dinner in the commons, and discuss what's going on
      1. The team did end up spending most of the time in stasis, and the formerly-newborn halflings are a little over a year now biologically, learning to speak and walk
      2. When I mention the Biosphere supplement and how I wasn't allowed to consult them, they naturally asked when it would apply, but it hadn't even occurred to me that there were now definitely too many of us to wait out warehouse changes in the entrance hall, so I checked with the central control
   6. Afterward, no one was complaining when the doors finally unlocked and we were able to leave the commons hall, only to find that the door led to an outdoor path with a natural-looking sunset on the horizon
      1. I didn't want to spoil the whole setup yet, so I said we could tour in the morning, and turned off a number of the facilities and systems for the night, to give me some time to understand what options were available before letting my companions go wild with them
      2. Fortunately, the obvious items like the tree of life and factory complex were on other islands, that would be difficult to reach without the transport disks running
   7. And then I went to sleep again, wondering what the next awakening had in store for me

Notes on the Fountain Jump Doc

1. Honestly this doc has been on my to-try list since I saw it - I really enjoyed the movie and gladly rewatched it again when it came up in my random draw.
2. The author took some liberties with the source material, which makes sense because of how focused on Thomas the story is, and the extensions largely make sense
3. There were a few confusing things in the jump, such as how you get essences and what powers you bring with you into each phase of the jump, but a close reading makes them clear enough
4. The jump has a few really standout purchase
   1. the inventor's intention is the answer to a lot of concers that "do-gooder" jumpers are likely to have in their careers
   2. the full tree of life is an amazing item - the ability to grant perfect health and immunity to aging within a regrowing item solves a lot of problems
   3. 500 years of practice is amazing if you have a particular skill or art in mind - literally centuries better than the "10 years of practice" equivalents that you find din many other jumps, and has a lot of potential to synergize with other perks that scale off your skill in a particular area
   4. Biosphere is super cool if you want your fiat-backed warehouse to grow into something more
   5. The Dagger of the Path is a great example of a conceptual weapon, and something I probably would have picked up if I had a bunch more points
5. How you're supposed to interleave the three eras is a little unclear, and maybe I'm not a creative enough author to pull it off. I don't believe SJ Chan ever got around to writing a fictionalized account of jumping to it, unfortunately
   1. If anyone else has done a good jump fiction of this jump, please let me know
6. Overall absolutely a fantastic jump. Obviously a great option for anyone who likes the movie or wants to solve one of the specific problems available
   1. I'd especially recommend it for an early-chain jumper because of the generally low danger level and great variety of rewards

Notes on the Biosphere Supplement Doc

1. I knew this was something I wanted to pick up when I first read the fountain jumpdoc several months ago
2. I use the "Personal Reality" warehouse which was co-authored by SJ Chan, and this supplement feels perfectly tailored to supplement that
3. There are lots of good pickups for people with various interests, or those who just want to keep their options open
   1. Observation Deck seems like the real must-have since a lot of the other buys are controllable through it
4. The structure of the biosphere was a little confusing at first - I thought that there was an island, a void around the island, and a hard shell, and wasn't sure why you'd want to increase the shell thickness, but further reading cleared that up
5. On the whole, a good pick up, especially considering it only cost 400 CP in the jump, and normally buying warehouse upgrades with CP has a very unfavorable conversion, but in this case, the biosphere purchases all seemed cheaper than they ought to be.

(Builds to come in a separate post due to length restrictions)

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يغطي كل الانت محتاج تعرفه عن cyber security من البداية مش مطلوب منك يبقى عندك خبرة في اي حاجة احنا هنبدا معاك من الاول هيبقى فيه مرحلة تاسيس قوية جدا هتحطك على اول الطريق مرحلة التاسيس تشمل الاتي
*Basic security concepts & terminology
*Introduction to networks
*Mastering linux commands
*Kali linux & its tools
*Bash scripting
*Python for cyber security
*OWASP top 10 vulnerabilities
بعد ما تخلص مرحلة التاسيس هتكون اخدت فكرة قوية وخلصت اول مرحلة بعدها هنبدا المرحلة التانية وهي ال
Attacks
*SQL injection (SQLI)
*Cross-site scripting (XSS)
*HTTP tampering
*Directory traversal
*Broken Access Control
*Server Side Request Forgery (SSRF)
*Identification & Authentication Failures
*Man in the middle attack (MITM)
*Wireless AP attacks
*Rouge Access point
*Password cracking/recovery techniques
*reverse shell attacks
وازاي تحمي نفسك منهم و المرحلة البعدها هنبدا نتعمق اكتر في ال Attacks باستخدام اشهر ال tools و ال frameworks زي
*Nmap
*Metasploit
*burp suite
*netcat
*sql map
*crunch
*hashcat
و tools تانية كتير وهنتعرف على ال
*vpn
*proxies
*proxychaining
وازاي تقدر تخبي ال ip address بتاعك وهنبدا مع كل مرحلة نطبق ctfs عشان نختبر قدراتنا ونشوف الثغرات على ارض الواقع طبعا ممكن تبدا معانا من اي مرحلة على حسب مستواك و للتفاصيل تقدر تتواصل معانا على الرقم دا 01111130209 whatsApp

Hi, this is my first build in about a decade, and I saved up a good amount of money for this, so I'm looking for a sanity check and any advice you can give!
PCPartPicker Part List

Type	Item	Price
CPU	AMD Ryzen 7 7800X3D 4.2 GHz 8-Core Processor	$344.99 @ Amazon
CPU Cooler	ARCTIC Liquid Freezer III 56.3 CFM Liquid CPU Cooler	$116.99 @ Amazon
Motherboard	MSI MAG X670E TOMAHAWK WIFI ATX AM5 Motherboard	$259.99 @ Amazon
Memory	Corsair Vengeance RGB 64 GB (2 x 32 GB) DDR5-6000 CL30 Memory	$224.99 @ Amazon
Storage	Samsung 990 Pro 4 TB M.2-2280 PCIe 4.0 X4 NVME Solid State Drive	$318.35 @ Amazon
Video Card	MSI SUPRIM X GeForce RTX 4080 SUPER 16 GB Video Card	$1199.99 @ Amazon
Case	Phanteks NV5 ATX Mid Tower Case	$99.99 @ Newegg
Power Supply	Corsair RM850e (2023) 850 W 80+ Gold Certified Fully Modular ATX Power Supply	$119.99 @ Amazon
Case Fan	Phanteks D30-120 64.3 CFM 120 mm Fan	$33.98 @ Newegg
Case Fan	Phanteks D30-120 Reversed 61.5 CFM 120 mm Fan	$33.98 @ Newegg
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This build will be used mostly for intensive gaming at 1440p@144z, but also for programming/compilation. The parts will be bought in the US, and I have access to a Microcenter. I would like to keep the budget under $3k, but there is wiggle room.
Here are some of the consideration points I had while making this list:

• I want to move 2 of the M.2 SSD's from my old build to this new one without sharing PCIE lanes. It seems like this is possible without using both PCI_E4 and M2_4 slots, which I shouldn't be doing even with the 2 extra M.2 drives.
• I originally wanted to go with the G.Skill Trident Z5 RGB 64 GB (2 x 32 GB) DDR5-6400 CL32 Memory, but I was worried I would have instability trying to reach 6400 MT/s. Additionally, both of these say they have XMP profiles, but I don't see any mention of EXPO profiles, which worries me on an AMD build. Is this OK?
• PCPartPicker says the ARCTIC Liquid Freezer III is incompatible with the Phanteks NV5, but I saw online that this is a mistake and the radiator will fit fine. Can anyone confirm this?

Please share any recommendations, tips, or comments you think of! Thanks in advance.
UPDATE: I think I should go with this model of RAM: CMH64GX5M2B6000Z30, as it mentions EXPO compatibility instead of just XMP. Correct me if I'm wrong!

tl;dr: Could Braccus Rex be a demonic host of Chaos, God of Demons? It would help explain the continuity of the series and how one could exist simultaneously as both the eighth God following the age of the Eternals, and the primordial being, Chaos, who predates the existence of the Seven.
As he lays dying beneath the Church of the Seven, the Immaculate necromancer and healer, Thelyron Hashnitor, admits to the Source Hunters,
"I have summoned King Braccus… Braccus Rex from the tales of old. He lives. The mad Source King, the Lord of Chaos… I have… *whispers* awakened him. I have done a terrible thing. I’ve raised a mad king from beyond the grave. I imagined, so very foolishly, that I’d be able to extract an ancient secret from him, but with a simple flash of his arcane magic, I was… I was finished. [...] He was resurrected. Revived. The king lives, but not as the man he once was. He retains the mark of death upon him like a festering wound. The last of the Source Kings he was, and the tyrant who nearly condemned Rivellon to oblivion. He began the War of Wars, marching brother against brother against friend until every land and home burned with death. It was during this dark time that your order, the Source Hunters, was formed. Braccus was defeated, and Source was outlawed from the land. Braccus was a dangerous monster, but he achieved things no man or mortal could have dreamed of. But what he has become… his powers have all returned… and I cannot stop him. My failures… my failures are so many. [...] You can defeat the unholiness I have raised, Source Hunter. You can save the countless innocents that will perish under the Source King’s mad fist. I pray -no I believe- you can reverse my failures…"
In his monologue, not only does Thelyron outright refer to Braccus Rex as the Lord of Chaos, he calls the Source King 'unholy' and 'mad' and 'from the tales of old', implying that the Source King is significantly older than 4 AR. While he notes that Braccus is a monster, he insinuates that he has become something more and that ancient powers have been awakened. But he is not the only necromancer and healer to say so. Tarquin also makes repeated references to Braccus as a 'mad king' and a ‘vile creature’, and tells the Godwoken that he seeks Anathema to clean up an 'unholy' mess, claiming the fabled Godslayer sword is the only thing that can eradicate him. Madness and unholiness are both terms frequently attributed to demons and those whose minds who have been lost to madness, hate, paranoia, and hallucination through demonic influence.
There are other signs that point to demonic possession. Braccus is frequently described as a kind-hearted individual during the early years of his reign. We learn from Cassandra that Braccus Rex used to be a kind ruler before becoming a rabid tyrant, and that his descent into madness was swift. Cranley Huwbert, acclaimed historian of Rivellon, writes that Braccus was once 'a fine human being and noble ruler' however 'greed overtook him and he became corrupted'. While Cranley is not the most reliable author, Braccus Rex could have very well been human, granted immortality as Amadia’s lover or through possession by Chaos, and not an Eternal. The statue of Braccus on Fort Joy bears a striking resemblance to the human god Rhalic, who is depicted in the Portrait of Rhalic at the Cathedral of Arx. Despite the fable in the Tapestry of Time, it is not very likely that the corruption of Source itself caused him to go mad, otherwise we would have seen many other Sourcerers who have continued to use Source during this time also lose their sanity.
But Thelyron is not the only one who calls Braccus Rex, ‘the Lord of Chaos’.
Cassandra, the twin sister of Braccus Rex, tells the Source Hunter,
"You, a frail mortal, laid low the Eternal Crown of Braccus Rex? How sinfully inglorious... yes, how humiliating for the so-called Lord of Chaos to find himself run through by a slave to age and order."
Here, she refers to Braccus Rex as an immortal king with an Eternal Crown. Yet, shortly after his descent into madness, Braccus develops a fear of death to the point of paranoia. She describes him gaining sudden power, and with it, a terrible fear of death that hounds him ceaselessly night and day. Now, he seeks to break the soul-forge that he and Cassandra formed when they were still children. Braccus feared if Cassandra were to die, he would also die. So, he transforms her into an undead lich to break their soul-forge which grants them both immortality. In Braccus Rex: A Portrait of Evil, Volume 3, it is written that Braccus created the soul-forge with Cassandra so he may also live forever, but this is not actually true. So, it is heavily implied that Braccus had already achieved a form of immortality before the breaking of the soul-forge. We learn from the powerful archdemon demon, Adrahmalihk, that demons are immortal (in a manner similar to the Eternals), and have the ability to possess or influence more than one host.
There seem to be various types and degrees to demonic possession, and if a demon is particularly powerful, their souls may also be "split apart" and imbedded within other objects or entities. Some form of possession seems likely to have occurred with Braccus. As we know from Thaddeus that the Chaos Demon roamed the world in various forms: the Lord of Chaos, the Demon of Lies, the Damned One, and now Damian. So far, he believes that Chaos has not yet reach his full potential in any of these champions, and the true Lord of Chaos has yet to be freed. So, even if Braccus is one of the many hosts for the Lord of Chaos throughout history, his is not the final form of the Demon God. This final form of Chaos will most likely occur within Damian.
As a Master of the Source and the Void, Braccus Rex is also extremely powerful, and is described by Leandra, the leader of the Immaculates, as being the forefather of their cause: the original Immaculate. He has vast forgotten knowledge and access to abilities no one else is capable of. For example, he is sought after for his knowledge of soul forging. He even teaches Dallis, the Eternal, the secret to becoming a Dragon Knight, allowing her to transform at will. For some reason, he is also the only being capable of sniffing out the Aeteran like a ‘Source bloodhound’, a plan which necessitates the necromancer, Tarquin, to resurrect him back from the dead. Not even the Seven Gods were able to find the Aeteran once Aetera and the Eternal King were exiled. Possessing great intelligence, he crafts insidiously evil tools such as purging wands, phylactery jars, and Source collars to enslave other Sourcerers and seize further power. Before his second death at the hands of the Godwoken, he is powerful enough to call upon the God King as an ally (seemingly without being Sworn), summon the Void itself into the Tomb of Lucian, and unleash the Kraken from its depths. Cunning and cruel, he has fiendish objectives, and mentions his goal to turn the realm of Rivellon into Hell. Upon his first resurrection, he tells the Undead who had formerly served as his court, “First their cities and their children shall burn! Sigils of terror and torment will blight the land! Oceans of fire will flow, and the earth shall take the guise of Hell!”. His primary form of magic is fire, often associated with the Demonic race. He is capable of instantly incinerating powerful magisters from the inside out, so even Dallis’s white Magisters fear and avoid him.
Clearly, Braccus Rex is a very ancient, powerful being. But much of his history has been lost to time. The War of Wars that Thelyron mentions could be referring to the Wizard Wars. This apocalyptic war is said by the scholar of lost history, Thaddeus, to have made Lucian’s Great War seem like a skirmish between a peasant and an ogre over the last bit of sausage. It is a war in which everything began, the incipience of a grand conflict involving the Chaos Demon that continually tears Rivellon apart. Following the timeline, the Wizard Wars succeeds the War of the Eternals, started by the scholar, Fane, when he discovers the truth of the Veil. We know this because the wizard race was created by Amadia shortly after the Eternal War. Theyron's description of Braccus as the 'Last Source King' may be in reference to Braccus being the eighth and final Lord who, somewhere around this time, desired the Source. Meaning, sometime after the Seven Lords usurp the Eternal King, Braccus could have risen up to assume the mantle of King in the power vacuum that followed. Or, it could mean that Braccus was the last in a dynasty of many Source Kings - a time in which Thaddeaus says the race of wizards ruled the land - before his instigation of the War of Wars: the Wizard Wars. The latter seems more likely.
Indeed, there is strong evidence to suggest that an eighth lord, the Lord of Chaos, was not complicit (or even present) in the Seven’s coup against the Eternal King. When the Godwoken speak with Aetera about the War of Eternals, she specifically mentions only the Seven Lords rebelled against the Eternal King. When she blames Fane for his role in the War, she asserts that he made a mistake “the moment he spoke to the Seven Lords”. There is no mention of an eighth lord in the conversation between Aetera and Fane, so it can be surmised that no eighth was present at this time. During the war, Aetera crafted a purging device known as the Aeteran to aid the Eternal King. However, before the end of the war, the Seven found out about her treachery, and as punishment, sealed Aetera in a tomb for all eternity. Neither Aetera nor the Eternal King had the opportunity to use the weapon before the war’s end, but Aetera managed to hide it within the crypts before her punishment, so the Seven would not find it. When the Godwoken elf eats Void-tainted fish in Wrecker’s Cave, they access memories of the God King moments before he is thrown into the Void. The Demon God, the Lord of Chaos is still not present. But once the Eternal King and the rest of the Eternal race are sealed away in the Void, a brief time of peace seems to follow (although any turmoil may have simply been written out). It is possible that the Seven's siphoning of Source directly from the Veil may have led to the eventual release of the Void dragon, creating the necessity for other methods to harvest Source while also defending the realm from the Void. But at some point, in The Seven Gods, it is said that the Gods were still young when they decided that each of them should have their own race. Thus, the creation of races in Rivellon occurs. Centuries pass as the new races settle across the continent. They serve their dual purpose as Source vats for the Gods and as protectors of the realm from external threats. Sometime after the overthrow of the Eternal King, it is said that Amadia has a dalliance with one of the Seven’s mortal creations, a wizard, whom she grants eternal life. It is unclear how she accomplishes this or how much truth there is to the claim. Furthermore, this wizard and his demi-god off-spring are unnamed in the text (although these demi-gods may have ended up as the Guardians of the Godbox). However, Thaddeus mentions that very early on in Rivellonian history, it was the race of wizards who ruled the lands. It is not known when Braccus Rex, a wizard King of unparalleled power, first came to rule Rivellon, but I’ll assume it to be somewhere around this time, around the height of wizard superiority, before the start of the Wizard Wars.
We know that at some point during his reign, the Source is corrupted, Braccus goes mad, and triggers the War of Wars. These years mark what are known as the Lost Centuries. In Braccus Rex: A Portrait of Evil, it is revealed that his tyrannical rule lasted for ‘many decades’ which aligns with Thaddeus’s knowledge that the War of Wizards occurred for over a century. The Order of the Source Hunters: A Brief History states that Braccus instigated a great war that would have completely ‘undone Rivellon if not for the Council of Seven’ – which we know from Thaddeaus was founded with the intent of resisting Lord Chaos. A new order of elite warriors, known as the Source Hunters, was conceived by the Council with the sole purpose of eradicating Braccus Rex, and after his downfall, the objective shifted to ridding the world of Source. So, the ancient Order of Source Hunters led to Braccus’s first death, but precisely when this occurred is not known. However, with the corruption of Source, we also learn that the original Source Hunters removed all mention of themselves and their involvements in history from the Tapestry of Time. This act could explain why so much information surrounding Braccus has been lost in history.

Glowing Red Fist - Shock Release
Widely documented in history as Glowing Red Fist, this is a cursed technique that has been very often seen in members of the Tsuyoi Clan, one of the many sorcerer clans found in the past.
Currently known as Shock Release, this is an inherited technique passed down in the Tsuyoi family. This technique manifests the imaginary concept of kinetic energy as a measurable substance that can be interacted with through the manipulation of the user’s cursed energy.
While any member of the Tsuyoi Clan has an average chance of hereditarily gaining access to this technique, it is similar to limitless in that it can only be truly used to it's full extent if the user also has access to a special type of cursed energy, like how the Six Eyes are required for Limitless to be mastered, although not nearly as rare to occur.
Tsuyoi Clan
Although not nearly as ancient, powerful or famous as the three great sorcerer clans of the jujutsu world, this is still a very influential family that has raised exceptionally talented individuals, mostly known for their physical strength and enhancement techniques that have been passed down through generations.
While not equally as influential in the politics of the jujutsu world, the Tsuyoi Clan is still regarded as a very important organization within society due to their past as frontline soldiers in the war against cursed spirits, their powerful members have been of great importance in protection of humankind and that is what granted it's members certain authority within the association.
Special Cursed Energy
Almost half of the members of the Tsuyoi Clan are born with a distinct cursed energy, one that is hard and very dense, almost solid flame, this is what has always protected them from harm and assisted in fighting against cursed spirits while using only their bodies and martial arts, something that made them famous in the jujutsu world. The main properties of their special cursed energy are how it’s toughness can act as a shield that can stop an attack before it reaches them, which creates an absolute defense if enough energy is released while paired with powerful reinforcement, and how it can be used as a weapon, since even a small output of cursed energy can harm most enemies if what is being released is a heavy and hard blast of stone-like energy.
Although it is very commonly seen in members of the family, there is a very different degree of hardness that each member demonstrates, some of the members of the clan have a dense but just a little less softer energy than the average sorcerer, while others have what could be compared to a concrete wall surrounding them, this is usually not an issue as it doesn’t make that much a difference between most members, however, Shock Release is a cursed technique which’s efficiency is directly associated with the toughness of the cursed energy of it’s user.
Shock Release is, at it’s most basic form, a technique that releases accumulated kinetic energy, it doesn’t however accumulate it by itself, this can only be done mainly by cursed energy, but also by the body of it’s user, although at a much lesser degree. But cursed energy only accumulates excessive kinetic energy efficiently if it is a special type, one that is tough like found in members of the Tsuyoi clan, but for a user of this technique to use it to it’s full extent, having very dense energy is a minimum requirement as it tells not only how easily it takes in shock but also how much of it can be stored inside, therefore a certain degree of luck is involved when it comes to people born with the famous Glowing Red Fist.
The secondary property that occurs for users of Shock Release and allows them to use the technique efficiently is that this dense cursed energy has a function of acting like a sponge for kinetic energy, accumulating any excessive display of it and storing it within itself, this happens whenever it’s user performs any physical action such as moving, breathing, fighting, there is always a small percentage of the shock generated by these motions that leaks and gets caught in the user’s aura. Although higher reserves of cursed energy can lead to a higher storage capacity for shock, this is mostly influenced by the toughness of the energy, which also tells how high a percentage of what is leaked can be absorbed.
Description
Glowing Red Fist is a cursed technique that allows the user to bring the idea of kinetic energy into reality, as a bright red, flame-like substance, that can be interacted with if cursed energy or organic matter is used as a medium for it to flow through. It can be used for a great variety of situations and applied in many different ways, limited only by the user's imagination of what they can do.
Shock can be employed in many ways while utilizing this technique, enhancement to physical attacks by injecting kinetic energy into a target while hitting them with your fists is a very common application of the technique, although it can also be used for something such as movement bestowal, applying the force in a way that causes an object to move as intended without the need for direct interaction with it,
As with any cursed technique, Shock Release's efficiency and strength depend on the user, a low-grade sorcerer might require rituals to inject an object with enough kinetic energy for it's manipulation to be worth it while one of a higher grade, being able to freely use the technique during a fight, could be an unstoppable force, one that destroys anything in their path and fights in a manner completely unpredictable due to their unexpected movements, which are caused by the application of the technique on themselves for unnatural maneuvering that doesn't necessarily follow the laws of physics.
The user is also limited by the toughness of their cursed energy and it's reserves and output. Too soft an energy leads to almost no kinetic energy being taken in and not enough stored for large-scale applications and a low output might make it difficult to employ the shock that has been saved up.
Usage and Applications
The techniques is used, firstly, by saving kinetic energy that is usually absorbed by the user’s cursed energy, then, it is injected into a target that could be anything from an inorganic object such as a rock to the organic matter of the user’s body, doing so charges the target and allows the user to activate the shock that has been stored within it, an activation means the actual Lapse of the technique which involves causing the shock to interact with the target, resulting in any chosen result as long as it could be done through actual force, such as causing an object to be thrown upwards. As long as there is enough shock inside an object, it can move as far or as fast as the user wants depending on their cursed energy output.
Shock can only be manipulated through cursed energy or organic matter, injecting inorganic matter with it will only be temporary, as it will leak and return to being just an imaginary concept very fast, it only remains manifested if it remains within a solid enough aura or inside organic matter such as a person or the user himself. Therefore, injecting a target with shock requires the source to make contact with it, if stored within cursed energy, imbuing an object with it after releasing it is enough, but if stored within a person, physical touch is required.
Usually, whenever an object is injected with manifested kinetic energy, it glows red, this is the reason the technique was once called Glowing Red Fist as it’s users always had their fists glowing red due to how much force they applied to them before hitting an enemy, cursed energy also becomes red when carrying shock which causes all users of the technique to always have red cursed energy as their energy is always taking in the kinetic energy from the surrounding area. The more that is stored within a target, the brighter it glows.
The most common application of this cursed technique is to enhance physical attacks, the Tsuyoi Clan is known for enhancement-related cursed techniques and this is one of them, injecting the user’s body with shock and releasing it while attacking greatly increases the harm they can cause, with a lot of shock and powerful reinforcement, they can destroy any target with a single punch, once again reminding all why it once had “fist” in it’s name. This isn’t a rule, as any movement performed by the user can be enhanced, running, moving their arms to block an attack or their entire bodies to move away from one, an action can be improved by applying kinetic energy to it, it is even possible for capable users of the technique to apply shock to something that is about to hit them so that they can stop it in it’s tracks, such as pushing back on an enemy’s fist so that the punch isn’t as strong or can’t even make physical contact if there is enough force being used.
Another very common application of Shock Release is movement bestowal, which is the injection of force within an object and activating it to move it in any way deemed possible by how much force is injected, through swift manipulation of cursed energy, one could do this with such accuracy that it would be essentially the same as telekinesis, but it is usually used to maneuver mid-air by applying it on yourself or to control the trajectory and speed of projectiles. A high-grade sorcerer who uses Shock Release can even move other sorcerers either to cause them harm by throwing them somewhere or pulling them in for a punch or to assist allies in moving away from attacks or reaching an intended location faster than they could move themselves. With enough difference in power it is likely possible to completely control the movements of someone and bind them to the user’s will as long as the technique is active and there is enough force for such.
Cursed Technique Reversal
By activating the technique with positive energy, one can cause the opposite effect of the technique and drain kinetic energy instead of releasing it, this is a major improvement to the technique in general as it not only makes it a lot easier to fuel the user’s storage of shock but also because it makes one capable of completely negating the damage from most attacks and grants them a multitude of newer applications to use in a fight.
It is said that a user of Shock Manipulation, which is the name of the technique for someone who can use it’s reversed form, becomes so powerful after learning this that they are essentially more than twice as powerful as they were before, this can be considered an exaggeration as one would have to train in order to properly use this newly acquired application but it is true that one who has mastered both the use of positive and negative energy with this technique becomes a powerful individual who should not be underestimated.
Usage and Applications
Mastery over both positive and negative versions of Shock Manipulation grants the user complete control over kinetic energy, any application they were already capable of using is improved due to how fast the user can accumulate force to charge them and they can not only modify them for a different result but use new techniques altogether, such as not only changing the trajectory of a projectile but also stopping it mid-air as to confuse or avoid the defense of a target before allowing it to go forward again without having lost any of it’s speed, even the user’s ability to maneuver becomes even greater as they can deny the effects of gravity on themselves by absorbing the kinetic energy that is generated by it’s interaction with their mass and redirecting it towards movement bestowal, making it possible to fly.
Someone capable of draining the kinetic energy generated by the attacks of an enemy becomes a beast when it comes to physical combat, they are hardly harmed and become even stronger hitters after taking in the force they stole from their aggressors and using it against them.
Strengths and Weaknesses
The most famous advantage of this technique is how it’s user can freely maneuver during a fight in ways that are normally impossible and are therefore unpredictable, when combined with their enhanced attacks, this makes anyone who uses Glowing Red Fist a powerful closed-quarters fighter no matter how strong they are, but those of the Tsuyoi family usually have very strong bodies so it is only an improvement on an already great strength.
The biggest strength of the technique is it’s diversity, although lower grade users don’t have as much freedom as those of higher grade when it comes to using the technique, they still can inject and manipulate the shock imbued within an object to great heights, and there are thousands of ways of using the ability to move things however you want to your advantage. Higher-grade sorcerers are simply absurd because through subtraction, they become capable of using the technique with so much freedom that they simply control the battlefield without chants or hand signs, just the manipulation of their cursed energy as a medium for the accumulated force to flow through is enough to move, harm and confuse any enemy to great extents.
The most famous weakness of the technique is that it is an accumulative type, something that can also be a strength as it is a sorcerer can become a lot stronger than their peers if they are fully charged, but makes it so they pretty much don’t have a technique once they run out of kinetic energy, but this can be bypassed once the user learns cursed technique reversal. Another known weakness is how kinetic energy can easily be seen as not only it is carried by cursed energy but it also glows red. The red glow from force-filled cursed energy can’t be hidden, but a very precise manipulation of the force can hide it within objects by burying it deep, using organic matter as storage can also be used to bypass the weakness of glowing cursed energy.
TLDR: Negative energy releases kinetic energy and positive energy drains it, think about the first Noumu or Fat-Gun from My Hero Academia, kinetic energy can be used to move things.
I plan on posting an OC that uses this technique eventually and I will provide more information on how it can be used, I will also write about some of it's extension and maximum techniques, I also have a few ideas on a domain expansion that has this technique as it's guaranteed hit. This is actually something that I first thought about as a Hatsu for a HxH oc but I think it works better as a cursed technique due to how nen works.

Hi everyone,
I want to share something I’m excited about!
As those of you who have seen me active in this community know, I have a deep desire to connect all of us together to share and learn from real life experiences. Right now the information available to us is incredibly scattered and unreasonably commercialised.
To counteract this, I launched a new initiative: PCOS Compass. It’s a free, non-commercial directory website dedicated to organising PCOS resources where everyone can access and review them. A “hub” of real life recommendations.
https://pcoscompass.com
To start, the site lists 6 of the most popular PCOS books often recommended here on Reddit:

1. Glucose Revolution
2. The Glucose Goddess Method
3. Period Repair Manual
4. 8 Steps to Reverse Your PCOS
5. PCOS SOS
6. The PCOS Workbook

Keep in mind that these are not my personal recommendations, I’m just listing these (and many other resources still to come) to collect peer reviews from people who’ve actually used them!
If you’ve read any of these, or would like to recommend other resources, could you pop over and leave a star rating on these books?? I’m curious to hear what you think and which other resources you’d like to see!
This initiative is free and without use of affiliate links.

1. Not Extracting Oil Himself, By Trading Futures of Oil He Is Trading the Letter Drilling, not Actual Oil, Water At A High Viscosity Actual In Business 1.1 Not Synthesizing his plastic himself, a plastic is a civilization base resource with established value and can give him what he needs 1.1.1 Not writing his own blueprints, the stocks are what the user writes as what they voted for so to vote with a small amount of stock he is going to need to make his blueprint for each and every stock 1.1.2 Not providing to warren or willshire the actual stocks and not eating anything from willshire, willshire allows you to destroy some bad chi which is good chi which markus could destroy good chi which exposes him to it which is good chi because i have destroyed the bad chi already 1.1.3 Drinking alcohol more than once, this has blood tended him to try the sacrement of the oil field drinking alcohol twice at least his blood chi is excessive, he should have only dranken the piss exactly once than turned it down 1.1.4 Blood, water, and lube usage, markus needs like some krks or a HS8 or something to get his reference into the correct reference standard 1.1.5 Looking At his synthesis, does markus not know that this is super costly by real dollars to send somebody to the field more than once because this is your foreman, you may only look at the corporation once per product given at the end of plastic for the given then at observation look at the crude at last and look at the product at last and this had to be good hidden already, this is what they were after was to look at the oil because you are naturally a dragon, but not look at the plastic, because you are a dragon, but find the plastic good when you looked at it, and only use one qa, and have all the resource you needed in their romanaj set at well 1.1.6 Markus is part of my corporation Willshire Jacobs 3 through givage so he has a method to access 22050-41000 if he had the actual thing, he is actually obligated to send the thing to 22050-41000 channel so he is mainly supposed to make the thing for real then get the china their american product stiffy return at the reverse to china stream, then he was supposed to have in his taught romanaj some sets, he needed his food sets, below hydrogen, which the only non negotiable is 1+3(000) or 1400 is hydrogen, he needs his drugs set below his upper which he needs his weapons upper to be unmolested by the cure, which he needed to have done a equal 5 depths, he needed his actual parts cure medicine done for his parts used or at least use our other derrick +12 if he was being technical, the neccesary derrick can be given as exactly +12 by addition or provide his own derrick at a reasonable standard, and he needed his standard romanaj set of one to eight to reference some kind of tradecraft he was doing which was not plumbing and preferentially guncrafting in our style of bolt paintball weapon 1.1.7 Markus is supposed to be providing technology by any means possible to fulfill his playing of minecraft, then jens is wanting you to do visual studio or ableton or starlink or somewhere in between, so he needs to do a 600$ real investment of actual money into a stocks client like starlink live stocks or rather ableton which will let him get oil from an oils future, fulfill a towers request at the foundry, fulfill a product description request for the unit 740-2111 China units of phase unused in a china description, he should also not exceed his 6-axis constraint, but this may actually be an observer bug to an unforeseen 64 level wanted level seen in markus. 1.1.8 If markus succeeds this he still is not paid because he is a sweedish and japanese citizen attempt and needs to attempt japanese citizenship still through romanaj set aqquisittion 1.1.9 Markus has no oxidation, he needed a temu ledger of the audio in the bound of a particular oxidation, source one third has to include all of the harmonic steps of his audio 1.2.1 Markus lacks source sulfur water foods motion stimulation engine xray if he is sober and lacks source sulfur water snorelax weed tropane enginegas xray if he is intoxicated, and needs both intoxicated and non intoxicated set 1.2.2 Markus has only provided himself as his user, he needs to get some crude oil and make plastic and an item for the user or the user will have no item for the stock to get it because modern products like amazon products are futures contracts fulfilled for real products at the temu main items level accessible to the player, all temu products are what is sensed by the user as their chinese items 1.2.3 Markus should provide penultimate to china sales of american item in reversal 1.2.4 The level of performance required in blueprint is the actual item detail at the next level, the cats item 1.2.5 Erwin desired the cats item to be in the human theme without being cat themed at all 1.2.6 You can read this on erwins website under the local aron.

Hi all,
I recently purchased and installed an MMI box into my car - and connected everything up. Link here: https://bavarian-automotive.co.uk/collections/bmw-carplay/products/bmw-carplay-retrofit
My car is a F30 2013 320i with ‘ENTRY’ head unit. I have a readout from bimmertech decoding my VIN if it is needed.
I have 2 issues and I am unsure of the solution.

• I can’t switch back to OEM stuff by holding menu button (or by hitting exit on screen in the MMI interface) I get a short glitch on the screen, but nothing happens. There is a small workaround, when in reverse (it’s a manual) I can access the OEM menus normally as the parking sensors pop up.
  
• I can use Siri, but during phone calls I have no mic and no sound.
  

Looking to sort these, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

CADDY

Scaling: [Spons RT]() [Scott Wozniak RT]()

STRENGH

• Hangs himself out of spite for the Kinect (Kinect games)
• Uses a golf cart as a club (goofy funhouse)
• Throws his kid out of a window (crash 4 scene)
• Breaks a door (crash 4 scene)
• One shots Momo (haloween)
• Launches a Crash Bandicoot plushie through his roof, which then turns into a another crash plushie (crash merch)
• Pushes a transition screen away (?)
• Throws a phone, breaking it (bootleg)
• Throws a PS1 accessory across the world (ps1 accessories)
• Blows up an old phone (portable crash games)
• Breaks boxes with Crash Bandicoot (bandicoot month)
• Jumps to heaven (I'm bitter)

PUNCHING

• Punches the narrator hard enough to break a camera
• Punches Olly in the face
• Punches himself in the no-no's, causing agrippa to come out his mouth

DURABILITY

• Gets melted by the sun
• Survives in space
• Can survive without his head
• Survives after Spons rips through his chest
• Hammers a screwdriver into his ear
• As he is consistently in the Scott the Woz universe, to the point Caddy talks to him from the window of his house, Scott caused the universe to collapse which Caddy survived, since he's in the universe
• Gets flattened by the bricks
• Gets eaten by a crocodile
• Flies out the living room on a skateboard
• Falls off a roof
• Gets ran over
• Stabs himself, however he is hurt by this
• Goes inside toxic waste
• Covers himself in gasoline, and lights himself on fire off screen
• Fine after the sun spits a game at him
• Gets squished by Daddy Pig
• Impales himself with a sword
• Gets his eyes eaten
• Bleeds out his eyes
• Survives getting shot in the head
• Breaks his spine
• Gets inhaled by a Playstation
• Falls onto a couch hard enough to shake a room

GETTING SHOT

• Incapable of killing himself, blowing his his head off with a shotgun
• Fine after shooting himself in the cock
• Survives being shot in the head by a box of Rice Krispies
• Shoots himself in the head (skateboard)

TRANSMUTATION RESISTANCE

• Comes back after being turned into metal
• Gets tubacolosis and literally turns into a tuba.
• Gets turned into a youtooz vinyl figure

BLUNT FORCE ANG GETTING PUNCHED

• Takes a kick from Goku, however it's debatable if he's the actual one.
• Takes a hit from a giant hammer
• Knocked out by a baseball bat
• Gets punched by Big the Cat hard enough to swat away the entire screen

SPEED

• Surprises Scott the Woz
• Flies into a holiday inn, blowing it up
• Flies into space
• Dodges a sword swing
• Duplicates himself to catch a disc thrown by himself, in his mouth
• Runs fast enough to create after-images
• Turns into a rocket
• Takes a bouns round platform to America
• Jumpscares you (halloween)
• Dodges bullets from Spy Caddy

EXPLOSIONS

• Survives an explosion that kills Crash Bandicoot
• Survives this random explosion
• Gets nuked
• Survives a car being launched at him, creating an explosion
• Ok after his head blows up
• Gets his head blown off, launched onto a breakout paddle, then back onto his body
• Survives an explosion caused by a ps5 that fills a room
• Has a bunch of Crash Bandicoot merchandise fall from space, onto him
• Survives an unexpected explosion #ABILITIES
• Can turn a Cartridge into a PS1 game
• Kills a woman by mentioning the fifth element game
• Can use the force
• Can use the force lightning
• Can summon things by simply mentioning them
• Reverses pouring Pepsi in a cup
• Turns into the sun
• Toxic tunnels made him so toxic that people who came near him died
• Gives life to a teddy bear
• Can respawn at his house if he dies or gets KO'd
• Can stretch his neck
• whatever the duck this is (halloween special start)
• Can teleport
• Can multiply himself
• Can just say bad things to make them happen

TELEPORTATION

• Uses his "Bitch powers" to teleport
• Teleports to catch a game in his mouth

SIZE MANIPULATION

• Seemingly becomes this big (poster)
• Shrinks to a mini size to demonstrate a Crash TNT crate light

STUFF

• Pulls out a baseball bat, which he hits his cousin Mug with
• Has a lightsaber
• gun.
• A wand that's capable of blowing people up
• a mini TNT crate, which he throws at Olly
• Has a gun which evolves people
• Has robot feet, which he uses to kick his children
• Has a dragon (with no practical use whatsoever apart from flying, which he can already do.) (httyd segment)
• Bouns platform, which as mentioned before can go to places like america in seconds. For context, Caddy is in the UK
• Big thruster- A rocket that's shaped like a cock
• Oujia board
• Presumably wears groin guard
• Can be protected by his PS1 memory card, which catches him after he falls from a plane
• Ready access to nuclear weapons (eyetoy)
• A knife, which he uses to threaten Matt rose (eyetoy)

SLAUGHTERER

• Can remove memories
• Functions as a normal gun

INTELLIGENCE

• Could get away with treason
• Hacks into Brutalmoose's laptop
• Knows where you live. This not a joke. Hide. Now.
• Replaces his own spine
• Is a Spy in his spare time

OTHER

• [Salvages the computer screen](The creepy doll)
• [Freezes time, however he might not be immune](commercials)
• [Teleports to his couch in a flash of lightning, since he's wearing new clothes, this may be time travel](commercials)
• Used to have 540 thousand teeth.
• Interacts with his past self, presumably kills him off screen
• Drinks a game
• Flies through a chimney using balloons (UP game)
• Makes his eyes come off his face
• Can jump unreasonably high (bad ps4 store games)
• Creates fire using the coronation street game
• Removes the text from a magazine (psq magazines)
• Turns a cartridge into a disc
• Has eyes on the back of his head
• His mum stopped a freight train by frowning at it
• Can lay an egg containing Spons, however this can only happen once a month
• Turns into the "Jim Nebula"

WEAKNESSES

• Is shit at riding hoverboards
• Has chronic heart pain sometimes.
• Has a drinking problem
• Suicidal
• Needs pills so he doesn't murder you

I work for an international literature festival and we fly authors in from around the world. My colleague has booked a flight for a Korean author and the name on the reservation is in the reverse order as the name on the author's passport.
We've been desperately trying to get in touch with the third party service that the tickets were booked through -- they've been no help. And we're trying to get in touch with the airlines directly but haven't been able to make contact yet.The flight is tomorrow (Monday 20th May).
Are we screwed? Is the author going to be denied access to her flight?
Any and all advice much appreciated!

Hi there, I have been spending days trying to setup my homelab working properly. I try to make it quick and simple. 4 players in the story :

• 1/ The NAS : he is running a bunch of docker services. It is ruled by DSM 7.2 (Synology). It includes a magic tick box called "Enable Multiple Gateways". The NAs is also reachable through a DDNS.
• 2/ The Docker : it is running on the NAS. Ruled by Portainer. Some key services such Home assistant/Zigbee2MQTT and an MQTT broker.
• 2/The Router : this is an ISP owned router. It integrates a Wireguard VPN server -3/ The VPN : using Wireguard client from my mobile phone configured through a QR code provided by the Router.

Try to make it simple. The initial target was to turn on the Wireguard server on my router to be able to gain access to my NAS Docker Services like locally (using 192.168.1.xx like IPs). Configuration took 2minutes. Nevertheless impossible to connect to my NAS when the VPN was on. Connection was working fine, could ping other devices on the local network (like IP cameras), could redirect my whole VPN client traffic through my router without issues. IP adress shown was my ISP fixed IP. Then, after looking through several forums, I found this famous "Enable Multiple Gateways" tick box inside DSM 7.2.... solved all the issues, worked like a charm could access to my Docker services hosted on the NAS....
However, the day after, I recognized that none of my automation where working. Spent days troubleshooting Zigbee2MQTT, Mosquitto and my Zigbee dongle (Sonoff Zigbee Dongle E)....Without positive results...The debug logs where saying :"MQTT error: connack timeout" / "Not connected to MQTT server!". This was the situation until I decided to deactivate the famous "Enable Multiple Gateways" from my NAS.... "And all of a sudden, everything worked back ... I even didn't need to restart my container. It is a simple as ticking a box : ticked=issue / not ticked=no issue.
I know I can maybe use a reverse proxy of Sub-DNS to reach my NAS services but this is not what I would like to.... I would like to understand why this setup is not working. I target IP routing through different subnets but do not really understand what to do and on which device.
I made a small scheme to explain the situation with some IP routing info : https://i.postimg.cc/d03CXnQq/Routing.jpg
Any support highly appreciated !

It started with a whisper, a shiver of information that slithered through the corridors of the CIA like a cold, uninvited guest. I was a senior analyst, tasked with sifting through the static and noise of global intelligence. But this—this was different. It was 2009 when the first document crossed my desk, a classified report from the Global Access Program. The title was innocuous: “Unidentified Aerial Phenomena – Preliminary Analysis.” But the content… it was nothing short of extraordinary.
The initial report detailed sightings of craft with capabilities far beyond our own. These weren’t the erratic, drunken movements of weather balloons or the technological marvels of hostile nations. These were intelligent, deliberate maneuvers, the kind that hinted at minds far advanced from ours. It was chilling, but it was only the beginning.
As weeks turned into months, the trickle of information became a flood. Documents stamped with the highest levels of classification described encounters, recoveries, and, most disturbingly, autopsies. The recovered bodies weren’t the little green men of popular culture. They were eerily humanoid, yet undeniably otherworldly. Their skin had a silicon-like quality, translucent and tough, and their eyes—large, dark, and haunting—seemed to pierce through the veil of secrecy we so desperately tried to maintain.
I was part of a small, compartmentalized team, tasked with understanding the implications of these findings. The government’s approach was twofold: reverse-engineer the technology and determine the intentions of these visitors. But as our understanding grew, so did our fear.
One evening, after hours of staring at grainy footage of a UFO darting through the sky over a desolate military base, I received a call. The voice on the other end was panicked, speaking in hushed, frantic tones. It was one of our field operatives, stationed at a classified recovery site. They had just intercepted a transmission. It wasn’t human.
The transmission was a distress signal, but not one of desperation. It was a call to arms. These beings, it seemed, were not just explorers. They were scouts, and their mission was not benign. The transmission hinted at a hive mind, a collective consciousness that controlled these entities. They were here to assess, to probe, and to prepare. For what, we could only speculate.
Days later, another recovery operation took place. A craft was shot down over the Nevada desert, and the bodies retrieved told a horrifying story. They were connected, biologically and technologically, to this hive mind. When one entity was captured, the others knew. When one died, they all felt it. The implications were staggering. We were not just dealing with isolated visitors; we were confronting a unified front.
The more we learned, the more paranoid our superiors became. Orders came down to contain the information at all costs. Whistleblowers were silenced, dissenters disappeared. But the truth was too big to contain. The technology we recovered was decades, if not centuries, ahead of our own. Anti-gravity propulsion, energy sources that defied our understanding of physics, biological materials that healed and adapted.
And then came the darkest revelation. The autopsies revealed something even more unsettling. These beings had genetic material strikingly similar to our own. They weren’t just visitors; they were progenitors. We were their experiment, their creation. The implications shattered every paradigm we held dear. Religion, science, history—all of it was called into question.
As I sit here, penning this confession, I know my time is limited. They will come for me, as they have come for others. But the truth must be known. We are not alone, and we never have been. Our governments have hidden this from us, not out of malice, but out of fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the truth, fear of the inevitable.
To you who reads this, understand this: the veil has been lifted. The shadows hold secrets that are darker and more profound than we can imagine. And the truth, once revealed, will change everything.
This is my testament. Believe it, or don’t. But know this: the world is not as it seems. The universe is vast, and we are not the apex of creation. We are but a fragment in a grand, terrifying design.
The truth is out there, waiting to be uncovered. And when it is, the world will never be the same.
The progenitors, as we came to call them, had motives far more complex and far-reaching than simple exploration or conquest. The truth unraveled slowly, like an intricate tapestry revealing a grand design. It began with fragments of intercepted communications and culminated in a terrifying, awe-inspiring understanding of our place in the universe.
The progenitors did not come from a distant star merely to observe. They were architects of life, and Earth was their grand experiment. Our planet, teeming with diverse life forms, was a controlled environment, a living laboratory designed for a singular purpose: evolution.
From the ancient texts to modern scientific discoveries, we’ve always sought answers to our origins. The progenitors provided those answers, but they came at a cost. We discovered that they seeded countless worlds, each designed to test different variables of life. Earth was unique due to its biodiversity and its potential for intelligent life.
The genetic similarities between us and the progenitors weren’t just a coincidence. They were deliberate. By seeding their own DNA into the primordial soup of Earth, they ensured a certain path of evolution. Our intelligence, our creativity, our very civilization were results of their intricate design. We were, quite literally, their children, bred and cultivated to reach a specific level of advancement.
But why? The reasons were as complex as they were chilling. The progenitors were not just scientists; they were facing an existential crisis. Their civilization, once spanning galaxies, was in decline. They needed a solution to prevent their extinction, and their answer was found in genetic diversity and adaptability.
Earth and its human inhabitants were part of a grander scheme: to evolve a species capable of assimilating their consciousness, their essence, into a new form. Our rapid technological advancement was not just a natural progression but was subtly influenced to accelerate our development. They needed us to reach a level where we could understand and perhaps even merge with their advanced consciousness.
We learned through decrypted communications and rare encounters that the progenitors were a hive mind, an interconnected collective consciousness. Over millennia, they had lost individuality, becoming a singular entity spread across countless biological hosts. This form of existence had its limits, and they sought to evolve beyond those constraints. They aimed to create a hybrid species—humans with the potential to host their collective consciousness.
This wasn’t just about survival; it was about transcendence. By merging with us, they hoped to achieve a new state of being, combining their ancient wisdom and collective power with our adaptability and creativity. We were to be the vessels for their next evolution.
However, this plan wasn’t without resistance. Among the progenitors, there were factions. Some believed in the purity of their collective consciousness, resisting the idea of merging with what they considered lesser beings. These internal conflicts spilled over into their actions on Earth, leading to sporadic yet significant interventions in our history.
As our understanding grew, so did the dread. The government’s attempts to contain this knowledge were born out of sheer terror. How could they explain to the world that we were bred for a purpose beyond our control? That our creators intended to use us to save themselves?
The intercepted transmissions became increasingly desperate. The progenitors’ time was running out, and their interest in Earth intensified. Reports of sightings and encounters surged. The military engaged in numerous clandestine operations to intercept and study these beings, leading to an underground war of sorts.
And then came the ultimate revelation: the progenitors were already among us. Their advanced technology allowed them to blend in, to influence, and to manipulate. The rise and fall of civilizations, the sudden leaps in technology, the inexplicable events in history—they were all part of the progenitors’ intricate plan to guide us towards the inevitable merging.
The truth, when finally pieced together, was more than earth-shattering. It was paradigm-shattering. We were not alone, nor were we masters of our fate. We were pawns in a cosmic game, engineered for a destiny we had yet to fully comprehend. The progenitors, our creators, were not gods but beings driven by survival and evolution, using us as their means to an end.
As I document this, I know the implications are beyond comprehension. The world must know, not to incite fear, but to understand. We stand at the brink of an unprecedented revelation, one that will redefine our existence and our place in the universe.
This is the truth, unfiltered and unvarnished. We are the progeny of ancient architects, part of a grand design stretching across the stars. Our future is intertwined with theirs, and the choices we make now will determine the fate of both our species.

*CONTAINS SWEARING*
This is gonna be a hefty and most likely triggering post for specific groups of people out there (meaning people who struggle with anger, people who don't want poltical content/opinions etc), so please stop reading and leave if you figure this is gonna be rough for you. This will (mainly) be about the conflict between Palestine and Israel. (and apparently a long one) No hate towards any specific groups of people, but I do have a lot of *frustration regarding behaviours*.
Before I start, I want you to remember some facts about me as you read;
I am autistic
I am heavily influenced by world peace, hate, racism and other unfair situations
I have incredibly high standards for myself that I strive to not break, including, but not limited to, being kind and respectful *always*, despite being in a bad mood, not liking someone, or disagreeing, especially political disagreements
I have always, and will always, stand against widespread hate, racism and other discrimination towards any specific religions, ethnicities, nationalities, cultures, etc.
I also want you to know that I named this throwaway accordingly.
So let's get this shitshow started then, shall we.
As the details of the conflict stands, it is beyond obvious to me that this is racism and, literally, a Holocaust. Not *the* Holocaust, but *a* Holocaust. Oxford Languages has the term defined as a destruction or slaughter on a mass scale, especially caused by fire or nuclear war . I'd say that's very much accurate. Proof to come.
Regardless, this situation has had me very pressed the last almost 8 months, as I know most other people have been too. Without getting too much into the conflict itself, I want to talk a little about what I've seen from the Jewish community.
This is where I advise anyone who struggles with anger especially to leave and try to keep your day positive. If you have a magical potion to stay stable after this, who am I to stop you...
Alright, onto the dreaded part. And yes, I am stalling.
I have never, and I truly mean *never* had any hateful thoughts or opinions about religions (other than Christianity but that's one for another time), and as we are all aware of, The Holocaust had massive effect on the world some 80 years ago. I have always seen Jews as victims due to this, but in recent times I've realised that a lot of them, too, see themselves as victims. The issue is that they aren't the victims right now. They (Israel) aren't defending themselves, they have nothing to defend themselves against. Israel is currently doing the exact same thing as Germany did to them, to Palestine. Sure, maybe at some point who knows when, Palestine *was* the land of Jews, but since then, multiple religions have been thriving together on that land, including Jews. They were never excluded. From what I've understood, there weren't any wars or conflicts going on within the country that didn't happen elsewhere. The issue began when in the late 1940's zionists brutally murdered families to steal their homes. I'm sure the situation was so much more complex than that, but in a nutshell that is basically it. The fact that everyone today have been so desensitized from the travesties happening around the world is depressing and hope-killing. I truly am well on the way to giving up, and at this point in time I'm so angry all the time due to the Middle East's situation.
So a few weeks ago, probably closing in on months at this point, I randomly got a notification from reddit about someone posting on /Jewish. They didn't say anything explicit, so I pressed the notification and I was met with the worst victimization and ignorance I've ever seen. I truly believed most jews would see this for what it is, and not let some racist maniac spoon-feed them propaganda and hate, but I was brutally and humbly proven wrong. They were mocking proPAL parades, hating on news anchors and civilians alike calling this a genocide, insisting that Israel has no other choice, saying "casualties happens in war", convincing each other that zionism is a good thing, and feeling sorry for themselves when friends and families cut contact because they said they supported Israel and saw this as the only solution. Some might have been genuine problems, idk, but for the most part, that subreddit seems to only be about hating the rest of the world because their great grandparents were killed. I know I sound like a complete asshole, but the world isn't antisemetic anymore - they are actively looking for it and then using that one person telling them to stop feeling so sorry for themselves as proof that everybody in the world wants to throw them back in gas chambers.
I commented on my personal once where I mentioned that judaism and zionism are two separate things and got downvoted to oblivion. Someone replied saying that my comment was very much exactly what they too feel, but I got downvoted *simply because* I referred to them as separate entities. That is another criticism they've recieved lately; the pure idea of zionism is on the complete opposite side from what Judaism stands for. I've seen so many of the members there calling Jews protesting against Israel "self-hating" and traitors.
I've also made so many replies that I never sent because I know for a fact they would do anything in their power to ban me from ever using reddit again, and I wouldn't be surprised if I got doxxed and harrassed IRL from it. I saved them all, though. I found that it was kind of therapeutic to get it out, but it still bugs me that I never found a way to say it to them. I once also made a post about my rage for their behaviour connected to this genocide, but I thankfully stopped myself before I posted it. I'm so enraged by their sheer ignorance and hypocritical behaviour, all the while Gaza is still being eradicated and slaughtered, war crimes happening day in-day out, inhumane atrocities by the IOF being posted and hailed, and they have the audacity to say that they are the victims? That Israel has no other choice but martyring tens of thousands of CHILDREN? Starving the entire Gaza Strip, segregating West Bank, literally teaching their young in school to hate and attack arabs? That last one might not be true as I don't speak Hebrew or Arabic, so anyone could've just made up the translation, but I still feel it's worth mentioning in case it actually *is* real.
My point is that the guts they have to claim to be so moral, yet still be so unfaced from what's happening in Gaza is beside me. Sure, for those living near the Gaza wall, I'm positive that hearing bombs and screams were traumatizing as fuck, but to then leave for work the next day and claim that "shit happens"? It's insane! It's inhumane. They can leave whenever they like, children can play football (soccer) in the streets and not having to worry about shit, hotels and restaurants with 5-star ratings thriving, plants and flowers still blooming, absolutely no threats on a daily basis. The fact that people are still calling this a war, something necessary, is beyond devastating to me. There are millions still siding with zionism, claiming there's nothing wrong with the belief that you have an innate right to some dirt simply because your holy book says that thousands of years ago, your religion lived there, and simply because of that religious fact you are rightfully owed thousands of young lives, the death of an entire country with its own culture, just to feed the irrational religious political system? How in God's name has that ever, *IS* that still okay? If Muslims were the ones saying that shit, they would've been completely destroyed by now, today's generation wouldn't know what the fuck Islam was. They are still being slaughtered though, because they're saying it's *not* okay. How is that not racist again?
My brother and I got into a heated argument a few days ago about this. I am very much *for* Palestine to have human rights and to own their own land - he is very much *against* "ugly blackies" having any rights because they're *not* human. Boi when I tell you I got so angry I started crying. And the worst part about that fight? He claims that Jews aren't any better, however they still deserve to defend themselves against children running on the beach. "But Hamas-" is so over-used and outdated by now, it just proves that he doesn't follow up on statistics and evidence. Even if there only were one-sided news (from Gaza), the fact that the ICJ ruled Israel's actions a genocide and war crimes still proves everything he claims to be "n*****'s propaganda". And the fact that he so underminds my autism and *need* for factual evidence before discussing it also goes to show that he genuinely does not care about anything other than the black "terrorists" being eradicated. I said "So you're not just a racist, you're just plain racist?" he just scoffed and looked at me as if I just said the most nonsensical bullshit gibberish ever, practically saying "I'm not gonna say anything, but it really took you that long to realise?" Either that, or he actually didn't comprehend the words coming out of my mouth, like it was a foreign language or something. Because he genuinely does not have a single reason to be racist.
He can't even blame suicide attacks because 1) not all are carried by muslims, and 2) between 1981-2015 around 45,000 were killed by suicide attacks worldwide, where in 2019 the total death toll was only 1,699 more than amount of attacks; whereas in Gaza, between Oct 7 to present there are about 34,000 confirmed palestinian deaths, and assumed around 42,000 with unconfirmed deaths. If, in 36 years, "muslim terrorism" killed about the same amount as Israel has in almost 8 months, how on earth are Arabs the terrorists?
And I've also seen the argument that 30,000 is nothing compared to the total population in Gaza, as if that makes it okay. I will, again, make example of The Holocaust. When 30,000 Jews were martyred, people were already catching on, and this was without the technology we have today.
How have we been allowing this to happen to Palestinians *with* our technology today? Why haven't people been doing more; striking our jobs, cummute chauffeurs striking, proper permanent boycotts, more coverage from news anchors and private people alike? Even if it is to officially reclaim your love for white supremacy, you're still talking about it. Why are people still not reading up on this? Why does millions still not know that this *didn't* begin on October 7th? And why are there still those who claim that the past doesn't matter today? I have so many questions, and if I do get an answer I will only end up with more questions. How hasn't the world stopped over this? Why are people so okay knowing that there are children being intentionally murdered every single day? How can you go to work and talk about Dave's new tie? Or your 6 year old's birthday party with 15 other 6 year olds? Hasn't it crossed your mind that if the roles were reversed, your precious princess would be the one burried under tons of rubble, dying slowly while simontaniously starving, dehydrating, suffocating and crushing, and *knowing* that absolutely no one cares because you're [skin color] and it's normal for your kids to be horrendously massacred? "Oh but the Taliban-ISIS-Al Qaeda" OKAY so what are you gonna do to help save innocent lives and suffering??? How are you gonna contribute to STOP these organizations that have manipulated and murdered to rule their country and are intentionally making the citicens miserable? Are you even aware that your own govurnment is essentially the same fucking thing, just disguised as a well dressed, polite gentleman? Aren't you sick of all those ads on TV showing brown children with flies in their eyes? Or your mama telling you to think about the starving children in Africa? Because I am.
I am so sick and tired of how inhumane humans have come to be. You don't see animals (and I'm trying my best to not mention how humans *are* animals, guess I failed) intentionally kill another animal simply because they're that animal. They kill prey; polar bears kill seals, seals kill penguins, penguins kill fish, fish kill amoebas, and you can get to that result from absolutely everything. What you don't find as a natural event is a golden, brown mane lion attack and kill an albino lion simply because it's albino. You don't see a school of fish swim away from one with two heads, because "*omg Jared is such a freak with his two heads*." So why the FUCK DID WE START DOING THAT? Where did this hunger for power come from? You *will* see a female lion tell the king that enough is enough, and he *will* accept that. I could go on and on for DAYS if I got the chance, but I don't wanna get too off topic here.
I've started a list of all the universally illegal shit Israel has done, and once I'm satisfied with it, I'll make one comparing Israel to Palestine, and then Arabs/Muslims as a whole. I can guarantee that I will still hear "on-sided sources" still, or "You can't trust Wikipedia!" Have you ever tried to edit or create an article on Wikipedia? I have, and I had to confirm that I had a degree or a current valid work ID to prove that I was elgible to speak on the topic. I tried to make a site for myself... Sure, there are more trustworthy sites, but even in a discussion about wether or not being trans is a mental illness, where I quoted and linked all of the most well known official sources like WHO, I was still slapped with "but this shady ass article from a random Deutch website that explicitly says everything I've said, yet still isn't actually saying the same thing because I misquoted and mixed the words to form my own sentence says that it is" when they literally linked a website called "disabled world". I will say though, I agree with that name. Today's world is so non-funtional for neurotypical, hetero, white MEN, it's no fucking wonder everyone else are classified as disabled or whatever. Also, on that disabled topic, if you've made it this far, please don't say "differently abled". A quote unquote quote (heh geddit? cuz it's rephrased and I don't have the book near me rn to directly quote) from Devon Price's "Unmasking Autism" that I really like: "You wouldn't say "a person with Asianness", you'd say "an Asian person"." We are disabled because today's world isn't made for us, and for the most part isn't even accomodated or accessible to us. We are different, yeah, but literally everyone is. We just got that term because we can't do the same things as you (assuming you're neurotypical) without aid. We are able, just not like you. Of course, if an autistic person tells you they prefer "person with autism", listen to them! But most of us embrace it as a part of us because we can't just get rid of it. Autism is what make me me, I wouldn't be me without my autism, so I *am* autistic, for better or for worse. :)
I find it kinda ironic that I started this as a venting about a lot of Jews' hypocritical behaviour, and now ending up on autism. Yaknow, cuz Dr. Asperger during WW2 experimented and tortured autistic people, and found out that some where more alike him than others, which then coined the term Aspergers for the Autistic Community.
Anywho, I feel better now, so thanks for letting me vent a little (a lot). I want to finish off by restating my intro; I have not, and will not tolerate any hate, racism or discrimination towards any religion, ethnicity, nationality, culture etc. This post is not intended as a rant about how aweful jews are, because they're not. I just wanted to air some frustration over their behaviour regarding I/P genocide. This is also not about *all* Jews, but that's the same discussion as "not all men" so I'll leave it at that.
I will delete this account in a week, so if you have any questions, be fast ig. If you find I've mis-phrased, used irrationally insensitive wording or any other complaints that calls for a repost, I will fix it and post an updated version. My DMs will also be available if that should be of interest, but I will not be responding to hate or personal attacks for my opinions. If the issue is my wording, again, tell me and I'll fix it.
At this point I've written so much that I don't remember if I found anything myself that I figured was worth fixing, and I've proof read it so many times that my eyes are crossing and giving me a headache lol
Gosh I'm scared of posting this. I don't want anyone to read this and think I support what A. H. did in 1940 cuz I cannot begin to describe my hatred for that man

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1330 Terran Front Fleet Time
On the Turinika homeworld, the first signs of unrest began to manifest like a wave, The broadcast of the most esteemed Tizikikoonazikiakakiatkata, Taratanti of the roost Kazatalak, openly performing the act of Kavsa had been met with shock. The last Taratanti who had voluntarily performed Kavsa had done so in protest of the treatment of the Kulorn caste, nearly two thousand years prior. It was an ancient rite, one that signified rejection of the greatest shame. Even more shocking than the act itself was the evidence that had followed it. Visuals of species, brought into the Conclave, not as migrant workers as had been believed, but as slaves, was met with an almost immediate attempt at censorship. This attempt failed spectacularly, mostly due to those who had been tasked to censor the information not only refusing to follow the command, but openly declaring that they had been ordered to do so. A situation that was already, as the humans would say, out of hand, spiraled completely out of control. Within only twenty minutes of the ending of Tizikikoonazikiakakiatkata’s broadcast entire cities entered a state of absolute anarchy. Two planetary capitals were stormed and taken by the furious civilian population, demanding the location of those who had been enslaved. The Turinika Armada, which even then was in the middle of a training session meant to prepare the fleet to withstand the Terran Front’s assault, began to cease operations. Within the hour, the entire armada would be recalled to the turnika homeworld. Those who did not take to the streets simply stopped whatever work they were doing and went to their homes to be around their brood. Images of Tizikikoonazikiakakiatkata with his stripped wings spread wide in front of the human fleet commander were on every news fed of the Conclave, as was the sound of his thunderous voice, and the wails of despair from a turinika female that couldn’t be seen. Close ups of the human fleet commander’s face were shown, with analysts remarking on the shock, horror, and sympathy. Since the outbreak of the Seventh Orion War, the female human known as Simmons had been reported to have made several threats towards the turinika, she had quickly become seen as a warmonger, ready to take revenge against the turinika for refusing to go to war and violate their principles of pacifism. Now the images of her lunging forward to stop the violation of Tizikikoonazikiakakiatkata’s plumage, the agonized expression of her face, and the true reason for her threats against the turinika were rapidly reversing her image. On far flung deep core mining stations and agricultural stations, on deep space stations dedicated to material processing, and in other areas hidden from the sight of the normal turinikan population, overseers and taskmasters felt their hearts run cold at the knowledge that very soon, their part to play in the willful enslavement of another species would be known to the wider Conclave. As the data package transmitted alongside the broadcast were fully decompressed and the scale of the Conclave’s government’s involvement was revealed, the entirety of the Conclave itself was teetering on the verge of absolute pandemonium. The image of a member of the kolra species, from the look of it barely a hatchling, quickly was becoming the face of the entire incident. The picture was absolutely damning, and the sight of the image had sent any who saw it instantly into contorting and painful displays of shame. The young kolra was sprawled on it’s stomach, looking to the one taking it’s picture with eyes that had no life in them. It’s shell covered it’s back, and despite the age of the kolra it was already dulled and scuffed. The foot pressing down on the shell was unmistakably familiar to those who saw it, the clawed feet of a turinika. Within the hour, billions of winged figures stood in streets, the normally soft spoken and passive species demanding action, demanding justice, on the hundred worlds of the Turinika Conclave. The bulk of the Taratanti caste, most of whom had been left in the dark of the truth of the situation, quickly went public with their own declaration of outrage, and the eyes of the entire species turned inwards to the mountainous homeworld of their species.
Hakuri Watanabe looked down at his helmet before putting it on his bed, the stylized SEVEN seeming to stare at him. He sat down in his chair and picked up a small cloth from his buffing kit. No one knocked on his door, in fact, mostly he and the rest of his squad were left alone before a major operation. They were just given their time, time to mentally prepare. Some of his squad would go over their mission briefing, some, like him, would spend their time doing something to relax themselves. Hakuri always found that taking care of his suit calmed him considerably. Granted he could simply turn it over to the squads armorers to be tended to and they would do as good of a job as he could, but he preferred it to be done by his own hand. The symbol of a triangle was on his form fitting shirt, the symbol of his special operations command unit. He was known as a Myrmidon, but the official title of his unit was Section Three. He knew this, his superiors knew this, and as far as Hakuri knew, most of the Terran Front was aware of his unit’s existence, but past that, they knew very little about what he actually did. As far as his mother knew, Hakuri was a pencil pusher onboard the TFS Berlin, the troop mothership that all of his letters were sent from. He thought about writing her, but then again, he only liked to do that when he returned from a mission, not when he was expecting to go to one. If he tried to write her when he was waiting, he would just get anxious, and homesick. That wouldn’t do when he was dropping into a combat zone. That wouldn’t do at all. Hakuri instead started to buff his helmet, waiting for the word to come down which meant they were prepared to jump. A glance at the clock made him pause in his circular rotations. The clock said 1330. Operation Naked Sun was about to begin.
Tika was on his side, Kzia standing at the end of the medical bed that had been adjusted for his turinikan physiology. He felt cold in more ways than one. For his people, clothing was more of a decoration than a necessity, but without his protective plumage he felt the cold stabbing him through to his hollow bones. His diplomatic access was already gone, his privilege access revoked. He heard the broadcast for a preparation to jump, but he wasn’t truly listening. There was no question in his mind he had made the right decision. There was no question at all. One of the humans, a nurse, came to his side and gently laid a heavy blanket over him. The human’s hand lingered on his trembling body for a few moments before it was removed, and Tika glanced in their direction. The female was one of the ones who had responded first to the call for medical service for him, had heard what had happened and why. Tika had gotten very used to being glared at on this ship. He was hated, and he knew it. He knew he had deserved it. He was a party to the vral’s enslavement of the humans, the chua, and far too many others. When he had come to Thermopylae station, he had not even given that fact a single thought. He was born into power, being of the Taratanti. He belonged to the most powerful species and government in the entire quadrant of the galaxy. His people, while mighty, did not seek to use it. To him, they had simply been above it all. When the vral had approached him with the offer to sell captured species at first TIka had wanted to reject it out of hand, but a few had told him to go through with the sale. Such was the nature of this galaxy, or so he had believed. The weak were at the whims of the strong, and one’s place in the galaxy was determined only by the power they could wield. The turinika were not nearly the first to have taken a species and used it for slave labor, and while Tika did not approve of the deal, he had not fought it either. As he looked back to the wall, he remembered what the humans had taught him these last days. When he had arrived in Thermopylae he had assumed he would find the chua species to have been at the very least regulated to a subservient role, if not outright enslaved. Finding them sharing power was a curiosity. He had expected to be treated with all the honor and dignity that his station demanded, that the power of his government demanded. Fleet Marshal Simmons had disabused him of that, and had left him humiliated and shamed. As he had laid in the dark as Simmons had declared the Seventh Orion War, covered in his own filth, feeling as if at any moment he was going to be killed he knew true fear and horrific uncertainty for the first time in his life. He had never faced these emotions, these sensations before. He had always been in power. He had stood with the full might of the Turinika Conclave behind him. He had never known anything other than the superior position. Now, as he lay in the hospital bed, staring at the wall, he was ashamed of how arrogant, how blind, and how short sighted he had been. After he had risen from his own filth, he had desperately tried to convince his leadership of the strength of the Terran Front, how it matched or eclipsed their own. The Conclave was not the unchallenged power in the quadrant anymore. The terrans, the human and chua, had somehow defied fate. They had not fallen to the vral after ninety years of near constant conflict, and now if Tika was right they had come out of it nightmarishly stronger than before. Tika had actually begged to be heard by his superiors, and he had never come close to that once in his life. The chua homeworld however, had fully broken him. If he had not been on the Antares, had not been humbled beforehand, he knew that he would have just clapped his hands together and said that it was delightful. As the transmission from the chua homeworld had come in, and the rescue effort had begun, he could only wallow in his own shame. He had profited directly from the chua’s suffering, the human’s suffering. Again he had tried, and failed, to convince his people, and again he had failed. Being on the Antares, for him, was torture. The lights were too dim, every human and chua looked at him with nothing more than loathing and contempt, his entire worldview had been shattered from the way he viewed the galaxy to his own place in it. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the shadow of Simmons standing over him, her voice cold with a lethal rage, hearing her voice echo in his mind, seeing the glint from flashes of light shining in her eyes. ‘We Know.’ echoed in his mind in his sleep, the voice of the terrifying Fleet Marshal transforming into the sound of a vengeful god demanding compliance and promising retribution. Then he had watched the humans and chua, who he knew were preparing to go to war with his people, celebrating the return of the shesvie. Once more he had expected them to be integrated into the Terran Front, but as soon as he learned Simmons offer to them, and what it had entailed, he had been called to his room to answer the latest message from his people. Once again, his people had doubled down, the knowledge of the enslavement of the humans had been suppressed, and once more Tika found himself, and his people, standing against a Terran Front that had every justification to declare war, to right the wrongs that had been done to them. All the while, he knew something else. He knew that, after everything he had seen, that his people would lose. The turinika had not been to war for nearly two thousand years. His people were not ready for what the Terran Front could do, and after seeing what they had done to the vral so far, he knew his people were not ready for what the Terran Front would do. He was afraid of the dark. Tika was absolutely terrified of it now, because now he knew the monsters were real. Simmons had shown him that, but the humans, the chua, they were not the monsters. He was. He had refused to be one any more. He had announced his intentions to his staff, who had squalled in rejection, all but three. Kzia was the first to step to his side, Kikumot and Tziki had stepped forward as well. Never, in his most nightmarish dreams, did he ever think that he would stand in front of Simmons and voluntarily have his plumage stripped from him, performing the act of Kasva. He never thought that his staff would have ever compiled and transmitted the data package they had sent. He had never thought that he would betray his people, if only to save them. Simmons had changed that, the humans had changed that. He knew the terror of the dark, he knew fear for his people’s safety, he understood the horror of war, and for the first time in his long life he could truly look back at every interaction he had had, with every species, that had asked for help in their struggle for survival against the vral and truly understand their fear and desperation. Now he lay, his plumage stripped from him, his station revoked, his status removed, surrounded by a people who despised him. He wouldn’t have it any other way now. He knew that they would listen now, if not to him, then to the civilian masses of the Conclave that would not stand for what they had done. He prayed to the Great Mother often now, shivering in the dim light, hoping that it would be enough. He had been wrong, and in his error he had sullied his own people. He had made them complicit. Even now, he did not know how they would ever be forgiven, because right now he wasn’t quite sure he could ever forgive himself. As he heard the broadcast calling out on the ship, announcing one minute to jump, he felt a hand on his side, and looked up to the human nurse. She was smiling at him. Not a smile born of malice, or anger, but a genuine smile. She patted his side lightly, then turned to walk out of the room. For not even the twentieth time since he had come onboard Thermopylae, he was mystified by these people.
The bridge of the Dhampir was thrumming with music and the vibrations of the reactor and Conrad leaned forward in his chair mount, his eyes almost feral as he looked at the empty space that was the mandeville point. He was positively chomping at the bit. Batz was positively roaring the lyrics to the song that was blaring over the ships speakers. Rev and Dev sat side by side in their mounts, throwing their hands up in time with the pounding bass beat of the sound. Towns was the only one besides Conrad that was quiet, both of them looking towards the mandeville point with complete impatience. Conrad felt like jumping from his skin. Fidget, well, fidgetted, holding his hands over his headset and listening as if he were trying to hear secret messages in the music. They were ready, their pulses were racing. The crew of the Dhampir was positively vibrating. Conrad looked to the shipboard clock, seeing 1330 displayed, and his head snapped to Fidget, waiting for the word. They were going to run, they were going to chase, they were going to hunt.
Vicky sat back, looking towards Jess and Kukat as they slept. Jess was in her chair, Kukat in her medical bed. Vicky glanced back at the block print on the paper and read it for the fifth time. She read the individual lines, one at a time, cursing their existence. After reading through the message printed she let her hand hang again. Kukat would be released from medical tomorrow, and both her and Jess still thought they would be boarding the Thumper to join the Vellacore once more. Jess had talked non-stop about her quarters on the Vellacore the past few days, how she just wanted to be back in her room. Kukat was equally excited. Only Vicky didn’t share their excitement. They didn’t know yet. They didn’t know about their battlefield promotions, they didn’t know about their reassignments, they didn’t know the days of them working together were functionally over. Vicky looked down at her hand holding the paper again, and felt like crumpling it. She had lost her crew. She had lost them not due to negligence, or time, she had lost them to fame. Kukat was to be promoted to ensign, and was to be the sensor officer on the destroyer Hadrian, Jess was getting the same promotion, her station on the cruiser Victorious. Vicky? She was the sparkling new commanding officer of a destroyer that was arriving at Thermopylae in two days, the Quarrel. She never wanted this. She had turned down promotion after promotion that would take her from the cockpit of the Thumper, away from Kukat, away from Jess. She wanted to serve in this war in her own way, as a pilot, with the two who had made her life so enjoyable. Now though, they were to be split up, and there was nothing she could do about it. These promotions hadn’t come from simple seniority, they had come from High Command, as had the orders. Tomorrow, when Kukat was released, they would be ushered into the hanger bay of the Barrowmore. They would all three be awarded the Star of Terra, then they would be reassigned. Tonight was the last night they would all be together. Vicky wanted to wake them up, she wanted to tell them, to give them a chance to process it. As she looked to Kukat and Jess she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She held up the letter again, reading the first few lines, then she felt the sting of tears in the corners of her eyes. She looked away, her heart panging with sadness, and stared at the wall. The clock read 1330.
Corporal Brandy was sitting on the small rack, with Janet Shippen sitting between his legs using his thighs as armrests. They were both dressed for the first time in the last few hours, both of them staring at the clock. This close to the reactors they could feel them beginning to spool up for the trip through hyperspace. When the news of the operation had come down they had elected to spend as much time together as possible, which Brandy had enjoyed to no end, and he had made sure Janet had as well. Brandy had even taken some time to reach out to his sister Victoria, a rarity for them both, as since they were children they were often barely able to speak to each other simply due to schedules. He had even told her about Janet, and although he hadn’t gotten a response from his sister yet he already knew what she would say. Janet nestled back against him, but he could feel her body was stiff. Neither of them knew what the next few months were going to hold. Their time together might be constricted, in fact, this might be the last few moments they were together for quite awhile. Brandy’s Ghouls were specialists, ship boarders. Chances are he was going to be extremely busy, as was she. He didn’t quite know how he felt about Janet, but he did know that beyond a shadow of a doubt he didn’t want to be away from her. Judging from how she was acting, she felt the same as him, conflicted about her relationship with him, but not wanting to be apart. He knew what he needed to tell her, that he had to get up, that he had to leave. The Ghouls were going to be assembled at 1345, ready to board. Her unit was going to be prepared at the same time, to begin taking on salvage. Her hands were like clamps on his legs, and from how tense she was, he wasn’t going to get up until she was good and ready. The clock on the wall switched to 1330. He stared at the clock, feeling like the clock was mocking him, when suddenly Janet leaned up and turned. Her hands took hold of his shoulders and she threw her body against his, her lips finding his own. Her arms wrapped around her frame and he tightened his grasp on her.
Simmons spread her hands over the panel in front of her, looking at the table. Seven points connected the recently reclaimed chua space to what was former Shesvie territory, and beyond that, the heart of the Vral Empire. Her lip curled in a wicked smile, On the digital display of the table the hyperspace lanes, and more importantly, the avenues of attack her fleet was preparing to take. She held out her hand, all five fingers splayed over the lanes, envisioning the war as it stood now. The war to come. Seven hyperspace lanes, seven systems, branching out into sixteen, branching out again to another twenty. The Antares herself was going to link up with the Barraki, and was set to simply plough through the next five systems to do so. Slowly she tightened her hand into a fist as she looked along the hyperspace lanes, seeing task forces lined up and ready to jump. Drones had already been sent through. The vral had forces along the border, but nothing that could withstand what was to come. Her fleet was ready. She was ready. The Seventh Orion War was at the end of it’s first month, and had taken back six systems. The first moves of Operation Naked Sun would double that and exceed it, then double it again. She had already given her speech, her task force commanders were ready. High Command had taken it’s time making this decision, and while she had railed against the delay that didn’t matter now. All along the front, individual task forces were joined into larger fleets, ready to jump into the next system and eliminate any vral defenses, but unlike now, they simply would not wait. Naked Sun was to be a lightning strike to cut off as much of the Vral Empire as possible, to deny them their own space, to imprison them on their own worlds. Task Forces were designed around three types of vessels combinations, Lighthammer Task Forces were comprised of corvettes and fast destroyers, the fastest vessels in the fleet, meant to take systems quickly, to devastate unprotected infrastructure, and to eliminate light resistance. Simply put, they were going to swarm into vral space, determine pockets of resistance, and move on. They were going to rip entire sections of vral space from them, calling in other task groups if needed. Thunder task groups were the primary capital fleets, meant to be sent into those pockets of resistance, and neutralizing them, joining with the Lighthammer groups if needed. The cruisers, carriers, battleships, they all belonged to these task forces. Her own task force was called the Nova task force, and it comprised only the Antares and it’s sizable fleet escort. Simmons glanced up at the clock, the time was 1329. She breathed in slowly, then unbidden the thought came to her head and she looked to the report from the two habitable planets that had been scanned by the drone cutters, the information having been relayed to her almost twenty minutes prior. She was not worried about the ground campaign, in fact a reserve fleet from Thermopylae would be the ones to escort the landing ships from planet to planet that her fleet left behind in it’s wake, isolated and defenseless from the wider Vral Empire. Fleet escorting was no longer her job, protecting ground invasions were no longer her job. Simmons was positively growling now, as her only job was to take her fleet and use it to rip the vral out of the stars. Still, the thought nagged at her. On both of the planets that her fleet was set to overrun, there were Vral ships in orbit. On the first, there was evidence that the Vral had been bombarding a small area of the surface, extremely similar in size to the hole that now existed on Zvitia, the planet that even now was being integrated into the Terran Front. In the second system it showed Vral ships in orbit, but whatever they were doing during the time they had taken the scans, whatever they were covering up, they didn’t seem to have gotten to it yet. On the radiological scan of the planet a massive bloom of electromagnetic energy painted a broad region of the planet blistering white. She had sent the images back to Earth, back to High Command, but no one seemed to know what was happening. The one thing that every analyst agreed on so far that was that whatever the blooms represented, it meant nothing good. She took another long look at the radiological scan, seeing the intensity of the radiation, and her lip curled in a snarl. She couldn’t think about that right now, but orders had already been given to notify her the moment that they had taken a planet that still bore the radiation signal. The vral were being damned fastidious about it though. She pulled her thoughts away from it, looking back to the hyperspace lanes. The slow grin entered her features again. She glanced at the clock. 1330. Her hand took hold of the receiver next to her station and she pressed the transmission stud, knowing that Hazard had already opened a channel to the wider fleet.
“Commence.”

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Just the other day, my wife asks me what I spent $1300 at Microsoft. Umm, no idea. Digging into it, it looks like the Loadbalancer had tens of terabytes worth of egress over a random span of two days. No unusual bandwidth on the VPN, just in the tens to hundreds of megabytes range, so I have no idea what the traffic actually was. Nothing looked compromised, no ports even exposed other than the public IP address (management only accessible via VPN/internal network). The Free Loadbalancer is capped at 20mb/s, so even if it was running at full tilt I couldn't have hit the bandwidth they states.
Fortunately I opened a case with Microsoft and they were quick to reverse the charge. They couldn't tell me what caused it, but I could buy a premium subscription to their support services to look into it for me. Not worth it, I just shut everything down and removed my credit card from the service.
No real questions here, just a warning. Make sure you put your budget limits in Azure or AWS or whatever it is you use. Fortunately Microsoft was easy to work with and reversed it after just one call, but it could have been bad. If whatever issue caused this had spanned longer than the day or two it did, I could have been looking at $10,000 in charges easily and they might not have been so open to discussion on it. Totally my fault for not putting limits in place. Don't let it happen to you!