Fun cute forwards

I have this fantasy, y'know. of having some sort of secret admirer. maybe a stranger, maybe a friend. he would just slowly get to learn things about me and I would grow into his heart like that. no sexual motivations, no interest in getting to know me so they can manipulate me into their laps. one day, he knows my favorite color, the names of my cats, he knows what I do when I'm alone and what I doodle when I'm bored and he just realizes he might be in love with me.
I think my wish is to be loved the way I love. everytime, it happened like this. like when I overheard a guy tell his friend he learned to crochet with his granny and when I talked to his friends he made sure I was being heard despite being a quiet talker and I've been heart-eyeing from afar ever since. or the one who was an acquaintance to my acquaintance, sat next to him and cracked jokes non-stop and I couldn't stop smiling. he told us about his mom, his dad, his brother and sister, about his childhood mischief. he made weird, nonsensical and off-putting questions and jokes but I would just feel so happy when he looked my way first to check if I was having fun. and then I had to fight every cell in my body to not follow his around like a puppy just so I know a little more, spend some time more around him. of course I'll see a guy pass by me and think "oh, he's cute" but it's a fleeting thought, not even close to infatuation.
I wish I could have someone to like me like this. not like just some piece of meat served on a plate, you eat away and throw the bones and the skin off once you had what you want. it feel so fucking impossible. it seems like too little men can even differentiate love and lust. have you seen how they talk about us? what they think of us? incels say women only care about looks and if you're not on the best half of the bunch you're not even acknoledged by women, and all women go after some weird ideal man who looks like this and that. hasn't it been historically the exact opposite? seriously, how many men do you know have married someone uglier than them in opposition to someone more good-looking?
for the vast majority of men is all about the sex, the looks. it's all about mentally ill pussy feels the best. it's all about having the old guy having the barely legal girl not because he likes her but because she's barely legal and thus better than any woman his own age or a bit older. it's about the male fantasy of the hot, servile latina/black wife, the male fantasy of the submissive and impressionable asian girlfriend, the innocent virginal blonde, the sensual redhead. this is all projection. after they're done crying about how they're not 6'0 or whatever, turn around and moan about how fucking disgusting would be existing next to a fat woman. if feels so incredibly gross to be in their circles and see what they say.
and I guess that's where I fucking enter. I look and act good enough to fulfill a male fantasy. sure, I guess I could go and pick a random to hook up with me. he will eventually get bored of the novelty, realize I'm not a sex toy and they don't actually like anything about me but sexual favors. suddenly I'm used goods.
at the same time, this is all there's left for me. because the good ones, the ones who care, the ones who are respectful and interested, don't want me. maybe I'm just not interesting enough, maybe I'm just too fucking broken to be deserving of being loved and love back. they have better options, because they always do. god, when was the last time a guy sat next to me and asked about me? not my name or year. me. I can't recall.
I crave love so bad it crawls under my skin, it enters the pores in my bones, between the cells of my muscles, it runs my faces. I feel it with my whole body, I track the smallest sign of love like a hungry dog in everywhere I go, in everything I hear and see. I lay down and let my mind wander to the phantom sensation of a body over mine. my hand running on soft locks of hair, counting freckels and tracing marks, running my thumbs on dark circles. I dream of being clingy and affectionate and it's not annoying or something I should be ashamed of. I dream of movie dates where the movie actually matter, back rubs, gift exchanging. I dream of cooking something good and seeing eyes light up. I dream of hugging the hurt away after an argument. I dream of getting along with his family and him getting along with mine. I dream of a running toddler giggling their way to our bed. I dream of sitting down with a heavy photo album, reminiscing as we turn pages.
and then I realize all there's gonna be for me is being a male fantasy. something flimsy, fragile and bound to end. a toy you get for christmas and by easter it's in a donation box. someone to practice on before they find the one they want. that's all people like me get. and if I gain some pounds, cut my hair and stop giving so much attention to my acne and body hair, trying so hard to be funny and agreeable, probably not even that. ha.

I’m just gonna say it… I loved her look! Say what you will about the character, but that big oversized floppy bonnet, the dark tones on dark tones, black canvas skirt, you can even see her work boots when she’s sitting in her buckboard.
… And don’t get me started on the pilgrim belt buckle. Love it!
For anybody that grew up in the 90s, I could easily see the belt and bonnet and boots being worn by some sort of four non-blond style rock group.
Fun fact: I was able to get this still image on Freevee. You can stream on demand, with 66% less commercials. Skip forward and backward. You don’t have to wait for in-line programming as you would with Pluto. It’s funny because I converted to Pluto about two or three weeks ago, then I discovered Freevee. It works outside of the US if I use NordVPN. Totally free, and you probably already have the username and password. They simply use your Amazon credentials. An Amazon company. Highly recommend.

About a year ago I caught her messaging old flings and exes behind my back. I called her out, she kinda apologized (I have to ask for apologies), and said it wouldn't happen again. Well fast forward to today, she hasn't contacted her ex again but she is still talking to old flings. She is told one how he has cute freckles and how they should play games together. This hurts because I was wondering why she hasn't asked me to play with her lately.
She would tell those boys about our sex life and how she misses them btw. I am literally looking at an old message where she says, "I don't wanna say no i just can't" THEN ASKS WHY HE HASN'T VISITED HIS SON (her cat) AND TALKS AB WHEN SHES FREE AND WHEN I WONT BE THERE. I don't think anything happened, this was a long time ago, but I am just now finding it and it's driving me crazy. I had my suspicions because I saw an old fling of her's on her notifications a couple days ago. Not too long ago I found out she was texting another fling WHILE WE WERE DRINKING IN MY BEDROOM, telling him how she was thinking about him. We hooked up that night and I felt disgusted after I found out she was messaging him that.
Anyways, HOW DO I GET OUT. I feel stupid as fuck for giving her another chance and not ending it a year ago. She has made me a worse man, pushed me away from family, and I've lost sight of my goals from pouring everything into this relationship. We just signed a one year lease and idk what to do. We have animals together and I pretty much provide everything for her.
TLDR I am unhappy in my relationship and don't know how to get out.

Ultimate All-Time Winnipeg Jets Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the Winnipeg Jets. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Jets roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the Winnipeg Jets franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Jets page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time Jets roster. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

Ultimate All-Time Washington Capitals Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the Washington Capitals. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Caps roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the Washington Capitals franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Caps page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time Caps roster. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

Ultimate All-Time Vegas Golden Knights Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the Vegas Golden Knights. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Vegas roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the Vegas Golden Knights franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Golden Knights page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time VGK roster. Though they are a relatively new franchise. Any help forming these rosters is appreciated. Thus, would probably more lenient on player tenure and more focused on any super star being a knight.
This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

Just another fun little story idea I had. I am still working on Humans are the violent ones but I like to bounce around and experiment with ideas to see what I really like. I also suck at writing more casual stories, as they give me severe writer's block as I try to map out how to make a scene feel genuine in my head, but I promise I'll update that soon. If you like this story and want to see more, then like and comment. I'll gladly continue this series as well.
Start of Personal Log
Humans don't like being told what to do. They don't like being commanded, put in their place, or snubbed. It was an inexorable, inalienable trait of humans, at least any noteable humans, to go against any authority that they believed was against their interests.
Humanity would not fit amongst the stars. Few ever did. It was a trait of most successful species to be willful, ambitious, and to desire more. But once they reached the stars the new (and simultaneously very old) pecking order either quashed any spirit such species had or simply eradicated them. Countless tomb worlds and diaspora served as painful reminders of what became of the nails that chose to stick out. The hammer of order would always strike. There could be no compromise, the very soul of the authority that held the Jurisdiction together relied on a show of unmatched power, or at least the illusion of item.
In reality, the Jurisdiction was an old, fat, and lazy beast. It filled its belly on the corpses of empires far and wide, and sated its bloodlust on the shattered dreams of hopeful cubs. It had every right to, for none could challenge it: there were no new frontiers to explore, nor were there any other enemies to conquer. The Milky Way, as humans had so strangely dubbed our cradle galaxy, as well as Andromeda, had long since been warred over and settled for millennia before humanity had arrived, bright-eyed and with familiar yet otherwise foolish dreams of cooperation and prosperity. The Jurisdiction did not cooperate, nor did it ensure prosperity. Oh, it claimed it did, but in reality it simply took. The rest was just the peace that came with not being the direct target of the biggest fish in the pond. The humans didn't like that, but they had no choice.
Slavery was a common tribute. The Jurisdiction had no use for other resources: it simply took. No, it wanted those who could facilitate that unequal exchange, those raised in a world where the only morality was the one set by your lord. The Jurisdiction was held together by expectations, obligations, and dury more than any kind of shared dream, so when you were ordered to take you did so without question. Humanity was new: they had no niche or value that set them apart, but they had a penchant for killing and taking, so the Jurisdiction gave them a taste of how the galaxy worked. They killed and they took. The humans didn't like that, but what choice did they have?
Humans were strange. They learned, but not in the way most species learned. Most species learned to adapt in a passive way, to adhere to the world around them. They flowed like water, moving past and around obstacles and confirming to the boxes they were assigned too. Humans didn't confirm, nor did they adapt: they made their circumstances fit their desires. They would not move around obstacles, but rather smash through them, and they refused to stay in one box for too long. The Jurisdiction merely saw them as a particularly loud nuisance, but those who faced their wrath knew better.
It is said that when a beast seeks to make an example, it shall humble its rival by killing it's cubs. Children were one of those universal constants that brought entire communities together: the Sok’klar saw their hatchlings as gifts, shaped by the fruitful currents of the universe in perfect harmony. The Yarrack saw each and every newborn whelp as an uncut gemstone, ready to be shaped into something magical. Humanity oftentimes referred to their offspring as angels, or spirits of unbridled good sent by the gods themselves. Children were seen by most of the galaxy as gifts.
The Jurisdiction saw them as a lever to inflict suffering. It had become quite effective at enacting psychological punishments on those that stood up and spoke out. You dare to disobey? You believe you can speak out? Your gifts shall be taken from you, and you shall be without joy.
Humans didn't like this, but the Jurisdiction would have their pound of flesh, and humankind would kneel. And they did. But humans were patient creatures: most species who retained that trait of willful spit also lacked patience.
I had long since become desensitized to the Jurisdiction’s actions: it was simply how the universe worked now, as if it were a constant akin to gravity. Cruelty was the unspoken rule of this seemingly unending age, where our lives never appeared to move forward or backwards, only lay dormant. The Jurisdiction had been the unyielding authority that ruled the galaxy for thousands of years, venerable yet feared all the same.
And for the longest time I was just another cog in its wheel. My name is Kalnuracht Sedjuur-Noumar VII, and was the scion of the noble house Sedjuur-Noumar. I was born into what most would describe as veiled apathy, living a life that could be attributed to the privileged class of feared scribes that enacted the will of those above. I was an administrator and nothing more. And now I am doomed to be far less than that in the eyes of my former constituents within the endless administration. I am the only scion, as is tradition, and without an heir I am the last of my house, our name to be scrubbed from the records, worthless, meaningless, and forgotten.
I am merely Kalnuracht, nothing else and nothing more. I have seen from their eyes, the eyes of the downtrodden, and it makes my crimes of association with the Jurisdiction feel all the more damning on my worthless soul. I am worthless to the world, and this is my story.
End Personal Log #1
Start of Neural Lace Narrative Log #1
They came from the black like carrion birds in the night, encircling our convoy as if it were a dying animal ready to be picked clean without remorse. There was no warning, no list of demands sent out as civilized peoples did, nor was there either any requirement for unconditional surrender nor chance to parlay, as was done so under letter of marque: this was an unmistakable call for violence and nothing else. They sought to reduce us to slag and scavenge the rest.
So, as one would expect, the entire bridge of the ship was nearing a panicked state. This was not the actions of those practicing civility, but rather the common behaviors of despoiling barbarians, the kind that tore their way through the dark reaches of the galaxy as if they owned it.
“Wayfinder, what do your probes see?” Shouted the ship’s sovereign. He was an older Kar’Rowmach, an amphibious cephalopod species with a venerable history within the Jurisdiction going back thousands of years. Normally one such as him would be above me if it weren't for the fact that I was under the authority of the Jurisdiction’s seal of office. He didn't like me very much, but most of his kind shared the same sentiment.
“All dark, honorable Sovereign: the sensor arrays are wailing but the feedback we're reviewing is beyond incomprehensible,” the wayfinder replied with a certain restrained temper in his voice. The Sok'klar wayfinder swayed gently, his tentacled limbs grasping different metallo-liquid braille output arrays, the liquid gallium flexing and reshaping unnaturally to allow him to to take in multiple different sources of sensory output at once, with the primary navigation computer plugged into the cybernetics surrounding his opaque, gelatinous head and plugging directly into his tube-shaped brain.
The Sovereign cursed in Loskat and pointed to his bridge crew while I simply sat in the back, near the Sovereign’s symbolic throne. “Prepare countermeasures and spool up the warp drive, we cannot allow the amanuensis to be taken! He carries sensitive information that only he can translate and transcribe!”
As the bridge crew nodded and began fiddling with their own systems, I preened my feathered hide anxiously. I wasn't a fighter: us nobles of the cloth were the educated minority above all else, not those who waged war or partook in hard labor. Special cybernetics in my brain allowed me to translate triple-encoded messages that usually took a ducal signet codekey or above to parse, but even without that I was a skilled mathematician and logician. I had terabytes worth of knowledge stored within the hardware installed in my head, all well protected of course, but if I were to die it would still be a waste. I could only imagine the damage any malcontenders could do with it if they were able to get their filthy hands on me.
Suddenly, the ship rocked, and the gallium overhead display began to form crescendos like I'd never seen before. “Sovereign, decks A-3 through C-12 are venting atmosphere and our coolant systems have been obliterated,” the Wayfinder spoke in an almost serene voice, as if he was completely unconcerned by current events. I knew they were simply incapable of tonal displays, but it was unnerving nonetheless. “Once we jump, we will not be able to risk another until the vacuum of the void can reduce temperatures to acceptable levels within the plasma capacitors.”
“Damn them,” the armored nautiloid hissed, his barbed feelers coiling in frustration, “May the currents take them. What are our options? what can we see? This fleet cannot fall to the void today, not with such vital cargo.” My hackles rose lightly at the Kar’Rowmach referred to me as some object rather than an esteemed amanuensis of the Jurisdiction, but I bit my forked tongue. Now was not the time to squabble with the sovereign over who was what and what titles I deserved, not while he was so desperately attempting to keep what semblance of order within his fleet that he had left.
I could not blame the crew for being panicked either: wars were practically mythologized now, having been long since rendered obsolete with the rise of the Jurisdiction, and that felt like an eternity ago. Now, either being levied into or joining a ducal naval force was simply another career, more akin to serving as an officer of the law rather than a fully fledged soldier. Minimal training was required, most of it being the technicals of one's duty rather than any kind of combat conditioning, so expecting a fleet to actually be prepared for a combat scenario in a universe where peace was the norm was laughable.
“We are practically blind, Sovereign,” stated the Sok'klar Wayfinder, “our probes are offline, and shipboard graviton displacement sensory arrays have been rendered unreliable at best.”
“What about the particle emission array? Has there been a spike in radioactivity where we were hit?”
The Wayfinder seemed to think for a second, his gelatinous form flexing and morphing a bit before answering. “Affirmative, a jump from negligible to forty billion becquerels along decks A through E-5 on our starboard side.”
“Torpedoes…” the Sovereign hissed, stroking his barbed feelers, “Human Torpedoes. Only those primitives would rely on crude nuclear warheads.” He then turned to his militant leaders on the ship. “Noddos, Rel’ads: organize your phalanxes and prepare to repel boarders. We are bound to be assailed by those rancorous primates, and I want their skulls piled at my feet if they dare set foot on our ship.”
“Your wish is our command, Sovereign,” the two militant commanders spoke as one. Noddos, a large bipedal with multiple sets of curved spines running down his back, a pair of graceful horns sprouting from his head, and multiple rows of sharp teeth in his snout, bowed first, followed by Rel’ads, a marsupial with long saberteeth and thick fur. They both must have been fierce warriors in their own right to each lead a phalanx. They wore thick, semi-powered armor and held dueling polearms alongside their usual plasma casters, and seemed completely unfazed by the situation we were in. As they stomped out of the brightly lit bridge, I let out a quiet squawk of discontentment. “Sovereign, why haven't we jumped again? We are wasting precious time.”
“I am working on it, you spineless beaurocrat!” He warbled back, his feelers tensing in anger, “besides, it's not as if you're the one who will be spilling blood today, amanuensis, so flatten your wretched beak or I shall weld it shut with a plasma torch.
I was about to reply with something indignant, but the ship rocked again, this time causing the lights to flicker and the air to become… thick. The skin under my feathers began to blister, and I became lightheaded and confused. “Seal the damnable vents, initiate radiation scrubbers, and activate secondary life support!” Shouted the Sovereign, “Their nuclear weapons are rendering the ship inhospitable!”
I coughed up magenta blood accidentally, and I could feel more seeping from under my eyes. Some of the crew was in a similar position, but others were more resistant to radiation than I. The Sok'klar seemed completely at ease as he ran his tentacles across his morphic braille arrays before calmly announcing the ship’s status. “I've regained some control over our probes: ten, twelve, and seventeen are active and fully functional, the rest are either still malfunctioning or permanently inoperable. A rapid rise in localized radiation is also interfering with the detection of graviton displacement; we can't sense photon redirection, thus readings will remain inconclusive.
“Wayfinder, damn you, get me some kind of out here! We're easy prey until we can respond in kind!”
“Negative, something has gone awry with our processing hub, I am attempting to troubleshoot-”
And with that, the Wayfinder’s bulbous head exploded in a cascade of opaque lavender blood, covering the front half of the deck crew like a morbid art piece. Some of the crew screamed and shouted in terror before removing their cranial adaptors and choosing to interact with their displays manually. Others died just as quickly, unable to unplug in time as their brain stems fried or their blood boiled. It was a horrible way to go, having your insides neutralized by your own cybernetics, so I was glad I wasn't connected to the system.
“Cybernetic warfare! All systems are to be considered compromised, switch to manual settings or you'll be killed!”
The lights in the bridge flickered again, and the displays went haywire. The bridge crew, which obviously weren't acquainted with working without being hard-linked into the mainframe, moved at a much slower pace.
“Launch missile pods A through F and set to self-target after five hundred kilometers, then rely on their ballistic coordinates to begin firing broadsides! If we can't see the humans due to their meddling, we'll just have to feel them.” Shouted the Sovereign, “and got me a detailed report on the ship’s diagnostics readings. I need to know if this flagship is still capable of escaping or if we'll have to scuttle it and retreat on another.”
“Acknowledged, Sovereign, launching now,” affirmed another deck officer as he swiped across his own gallium output array. I could hear the dull thunk, thunk, thunk of missiles pushing out of their pods before racing off to their intended targets, then the mechanical whirring as the pods rotated to be reloaded by slaves in the lower decks. I was regaining my bearings as the many horrible sensations of being overwhelmed by radiation poisoning were beginning to subside, but I still felt as if I had been microwaved. The air was stale, the crew was horribly sick as well, and even the sovereign himself seemed to be on his last leg. I was beginning to believe that I might die here.
“Sovereign, a message from the lower decks,” shouted a communications officer, his chitin scraping against itself as he turned quickly, “they're requesting reinforcements, something about being overrun.”
“Impossible,” the Sovereign hissed out in a vain attempt to exude confidence, “We must outnumber the humans, they always go for bigger targets out of arrogance.”
“I've received reports that it's not just humans: the primates seem to make up only a third or so of the assailing force, along with some Phaeldaer and Vrex.”
The commander slammed his clawed hands down on his own output array in a fit of rage, obviously overwhelmed by the circumstances, “Then this wasn't just a typical assault, but something more sinister!” The nautiloid warbled, blood seeping from his shell as the full effects of the radiation took hold, “Get Rel’ads on the line, have him divert all spare lances to the lower decks or else we'll lose the only offensive capabilities we can use.”
“Rel'ads has gone dark, Sovereign, his vitals are critical.”
“Then either get me Rel'ads tail-leader or get me Noddos!” He screamed in rage, “don't give me this nonsense! If we don't pick it up we're all going to die, is that what you want?”
“No, Sovereign, I'm simply overwhelmed-”
“We're all overwhelmed! By the tides, I'm dying of radiation poisoning you nincompoop! Get me something I can work with!”
The officer didn't even acknowledge the Sovereign after that, simply turning back to his display. Eventually, the Sovereign was able to get Noddos on the line.
“Sovereign, two thirds of my phalanxes have been decimated by combat with the primitives and the radiation, the rest are in shambles. We must retreat and fortify elsewhere!”
“Then the ship is compromised! Rel'ads is unresponsive and the lower decks are swarming with intruders. We must evacuate the amanuensis to another ship.”
Just as the Sovereign spoke, I heard several gentle thumps rattle against the bridge’s door, and it made me uneasy. Some of the bridge crew seemed to feel the same, as they looked incredibly nervous and some even drew their sidearms. Just as the sovereign turned to give further orders, the door blew inward with a deafening explosion, followed by shouting and gunfire. Several of the bridge officers were dispatched quickly, brain matter and blood splattering against the delicate electronics. Others were shot in the legs, the torso, or in any other exotic yet non-vital body parts. The humans poured in, brandishing primitive ballistic firearms and jury-rigged energy weapons while wearing scavenged, legion-grade powered armor.
The Sovereign was the next to go, but he wasn't afforded an honorable death. He was shot along the arm with a particularly potent plasma caster, burning off his clawed hand and cauterizing the wound, the acrid smell of roasting chitin filling the already hot and cramped bridge. He fell back against his output array, the gallium reaching new highs and lows as more diagnostics and casualty reports were delivered, and he clutched his stump angrily. “I'll burn every last one of you in the foundries! I'll tie you to stakes, cover you in wax and set you alight! Your screams will be broadcasted all over the galaxy!”
One human warrior stomped up and slammed the butt of his rifle into the sovereign’s face, shattering his facial plates and causing blue blood to splatter across his section of the bridge. “Shut the fuck up, you mutant lobster,” the human said before dragging him by both antennae towards the center of the bridge and receiving a stained breeching axe from one of his comrades. “Emmanuel, start recording. We need proof.”
The other human nodded and pressed a button on his armor before lifting up his gun again. The rest of the humans fanned out, holding everyone else at gunpoint. I tried to get up and sneak out, but a human grabbed me by my neck and nearly wrung it out as he forced me to my knees and pointed a sidearm to my skull. “Get down, you piece of shit, before I blow your brains out too.”
“Damnable primate,” I hissed, but he bashed me in my skull with the base of his sidearm’s grip and sent me sprawling, making my already pounding headache worse. Another human shouted at him in a language I didn't recognize, but he sounded furious. The first brought me back up to my knees again, and I complies with a hiss and a groan, blood still leaking from my eyes and mouth and my world was spinning.
The Sovereign struggled, but he was weak from the radiation poisoning and he couldn't exactly resist on account of his lost arm. The human with the breaching ax kicked the Sovereign down and forced him to kneel before lifting up the breeching ax and splitting his chitinous head down the middle with one powerful swing, sending more blood and brains across the floor. “Execution confirmed, take his antennae just in case and we've got ourselves a bounty. Now all we need is that ugly cat’s teeth and the fat hedgehog-thing’s grimy spines and we'll be in business. Although, they do have skulls… we might as well just take their heads.”
The real horror of the situation dawned on me at that moment: they were going to kill us all, or maybe worse. They mentioned a bounty for the commanders, and multiple of the higher ranking ship officers were already dead, their brains splattered against the walls or their bodies torn apart by gunfire. I wasn't dead yet, but that didn't mean much since I wasn't an immediate threat.
“Alright, round them up and bring all the grunts to the hanger bay, then kill the rest,” the leader of the humans said in such a lackadaisical manner that his complete disregard for life almost made me sick… almost. I had seen worse from the Jurisdiction before, but usually that was from me delivering some kind of ordered judgment on a world that had sinned against order. I might have simply been the messenger, but I had seen many of the outcomes. “And make sure to collect whatever proof of bounties you can, we'll need to deliver them to the office to get cashed out. Don't let this be a repeat of last time where Juarez fucking forgot to take a few heads and it ended up cutting our profits in half, the fucking retard.”
Some of the humans chuckled at that as they dragged more of the senior officers away, out of the room and into the hall,where I heard gunshots. The rest of the bridge crew froze in place, different fear instincts kicking in. The remaining Sok'klar corralled together into what seemed to be a singular, semi-congealed mass as if to try and trick the humans into believing that they were much bigger and much more threatening than they actually were. The one Thei’chi on the bridge, an ensign who had clearly thought this would be a simple mission, bore her curved fangs at the humans and growled as they approached, her hackles completely vertical and her eyes dilated. They quickly muzzled and bound her before beating her over the head with a gun stock, sending her sprawling onto the ground. Many others simply cooperated, eyes wide and yet simultaneously empty, as if they couldn't quite process that the ship had been taken and the commanding officers were being executed as the rest were escorted to the hangar.
“Get the damn messenger down to the hanger as well, we need whatever data's in his ugly lizard head, then we can decide on what to do with him.”
I spat at him in spite, as if to try and seem brave, but it was clearly an empty gesture. “You won't get anything, primate! You couldn't possibly crack the encryption!”
The human holding me seemed to wind up for another swing, but the commanding officer simply held up his hand to stop my tormentor before strolling over to me. He knelt down and removed his helmet, revealing a beige-colored face covered in scars, wiry black hair cut down to the scalp, and multiple tattoos. “You're really fucking mouthy for a hostage,” he said before punching me across my beak faster than I could register. I heard a sharp crack as his fist connected, and my head spun again as the metallic taste of blood pooled into my mouth. “I'd advise you to shut up, but I'm sure you won't listen: you aristocratic types are so full of yourselves. Maybe I should have you flogged in the public square until your vocal chords give out once we rip those cybernetics from your head, huh? How's that sound?”
“It won't matter… it won't change anything… the Jurisdiction will hunt you down.”
“Maybe, but I doubt it will happen for some time: they really suck at doing anything that requires effort, even when they're mad enough. They just keep sending their rabid lapdogs to try and smoke us out, and they always end up full of holes,” the human officer said with a smirk, his yellowish-white teeth and green eyes sending shivers down my spine as he drew his knife. “They're just horrible at their job, you know? You've all gotten so lazy and incompetent after being able to just take what you want without resistance, and now that you've met people who are angry and crazy enough to fight back you act as if we're committing some grave injustice,” he placed the knife against my throat, the flat just underneath my now bent beak, “No, we just took a few pages out of your book, ‘cept we've got standards. No kids, for one…” he seemed to look off into the distance as his sneer deepened, “but it's more than that, we don't attack the defenseless in general and we still win against you all in fair fights.”
I went to say something else snarky, but he quickly grabbed my thin tongue with his fingers and yanked it out, blood from my mouth pulling to the floor as he held the blade of his knife against it. “No no, none of that. Say one more thing and I'll cut that rancid little tongue of yours out of your mouth and feed it to you,” he hissed at me, pressing the blade down just hard enough to draw blood. “Do you know what it's like to see a planet turn into a tomb?" he asked me, gritting his teeth, “Do you know what it's like to see everything you've ever known crumble to ash and glass, all the life and the green stripped away leaving nothing but bones? I do. I've seen it happen to countless worlds, and my grandfather always told me stories of how you bastards did it to Earth. He still prays in its direction five times a day, to Mecca, but he knows the Kaaba is gone now, or maybe it's still there, buried in the bones of those who sought refuge there.”
I didn't care for the human’s nonsensical beliefs, but I did care to correct him. “I've seen it before, and I'll see it again. And so will you, it's inevitable. The Jurisdiction will always have its judgment fulfilled, there is no alternative.”
“One day, I hope we can rectify that,” he said, then he sheathed his knife and slammed my head against the metal floor with enough force to nearly knock me out. As I lost consciousness, I could hear him speak. “Take him to the Chop Doc, and make sure the cybernetics don't get damaged: they're supposedly more valuable than any bounty on this ship.”
Warning: Severe radiation poisoning detected. Flush system immediately.
Warning: Neural Lace removal detected, chance of neurological damage high. Proceeded with caution.

Good morning everyone! I don't want to brag or anything (but I do) but yesterday morning my weight was at 199.8, this morning it is at 199.4. Except for when I was gaining my way up to 293, I have only weighed under 200lbs once that was due to a LOT of alcohol, cigarettes, and bulimia. I wanted to wait until it showed up that way for 2 days in a row so I didn't get my hopes up. I know it's "just a number," but dang, it feels great. Dr. told me I only need to lose 20 more lbs. I'm freakin' out!
I had total knee replacement surgery in January and I was up and around pretty early PO. It hurts, and my whole skeleton hurts, but not like it would have had I not gone on MJ. I am buying way too many clothes just bc it's fun, and they fit, and they look cute on me! Yep, I'm just a 62 yr old cutie I think! LOL
I really think it would be fun to start a big ole clothing trading warehouse for all the folks whose body sizes are changing so much right now. A "drop some off, take some home" kind of thing. I'm an old punk rock girl. I am really wondering what the market is for black clothes with lots of evil designs and tears, and a lot of semi-lingerie stuff is for women of the size I used to be. Rock on everybody! I'm so happy for all of us. Let the haters hate. We are full of love and good health! Enjoy your Sundays!

Ultimate All-Time Toronto Maple Leafs Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the Toronto Maple Leafs. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Leafs roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the Toronto Maple Leafs franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Leafs page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time Maple Leafs roster. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

I met Luna on a train two years ago. I’d just escaped from a toxic relationship, so romance was the last thing on my mind, but then she sat across from me in the carriage and asked about the book I was reading. She had a copy in her bag and wanted to know if it was any good.
I'd never felt such an instant, effortless connection with anybody before. I took a chance and asked her to dinner, and by the time the waiters cleared away our desserts, I already felt comfortable being vulnerable around her. So we went on a second date. And a third. And next thing I knew, we were planning our second anniversary.
In all that time she never gave off any 'creeper' vibes. Until a few months ago, when I stayed the night over at her place...
She'd gotten up early to use the bathroom. I grabbed her laptop off the side desk so I could catch up on some work e-mails, and the incognito tab was just sitting there. My first thought was: either she's having an affair or she's got a secret fetish.
What I found instead was a Google account with a photo album called ‘Michael’s EX’. In it, there were 427 photos of my former girlfriend turned psycho stalker, Sadie. This included shots of ‘Sadie the stalker’ with her family, screenshots of her passport—the works. On Facebook, Sadie's latest post said Moving to the Philippines, and since then she’d become a social media church mouse, so how did Luna keep her under surveillance? And how did you even get PERSONAL ID from a person halfway across the globe?
Down the hall, I heard the bathroom door swing open. Quickly I closed the laptop and pretended to be asleep until Luna planted a kiss on my lips. “Wakey wakey Bugs.”
I faked a stretch. “Morning Lola."
(At school, the other kids christened me ‘Bugs’ because of my cartoonishly large front teeth; I called Luna ‘Lola’ because of her blonde bangs and heart-shaped face.)
“How about we grab a fry for breakfast?” Her smile didn’t seem genuine, more like she was wearing a mask.
“Crap. I forgot I’m doing overtime today, I’ve gotta get to work.” With that, I shot out of there faster than a bullet train to Tokyo.
Because I didn’t wanna believe the worst about someone I cared so deeply about, I didn’t contact the police (not that anybody could’ve guessed what Luna was up to) and made excuses whenever she asked to meet, delaying the decision whether to end our relationship.
At night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time a hedge rustled outside, I’d run to the window and pull back the curtain only to discover a black cat skulking around the garden. I put this down to my previous relationship leaving me with a mountain of unresolved PTSD.
Sadie the stalker also seemed normal until we moved in together. After that she started picking fights if she caught me talking to another woman, even just distant relatives or childhood friends. The screaming matches went from weekly to nightly, only ever ending when I conceded to her every wish and gave her full access to my phone and social media accounts. I literally needed to grab my clothes into a bag and run away one night, and then I started hearing noises outside my new apartment. And although I never found any evidence, I was pretty sure she’d broken in at one point because the books on my side table were suddenly out of order one day. What hurt the most was Luna knew all this and still acted the way she did.
Right as I reached my lowest point, my close friend Gertrude called and said, “The universe is telling me you could use a sympathetic ear.”
I told her the universe didn’t know the half of it.
I’d met Gertrude—aka my surrogate mother—on a flight to London. Passing over Wales the aircraft hit heavy turbulence, and the grey-haired hippie in the seat next to mine squeezed my hand so tight that my fingers turned blue. After we levelled off, she apologized and said, “So what’s calling you to London?”
“A job.”
A few glasses of wine from the service trolley later, she blurted out, “You know your aura is strikingly similar to my husbands.”
“Uhh, thanks. Where is he now?”
“Oh, he burned to death in a house fire.”
Gertrude’s eyes started welling up. To take her mind off the subject, I said, “I lied earlier. I’m going to London because I fell in love with a Londoner.” I pulled up pictures of Sadie (back in her pre-stalker days) on my phone. “We met in Italy. She looked flustered trying to read a map book so I offered to help. Next thing I knew, we were planning a trip to this place called Orvieto.”
“Michael, I need to know how this story ends. Gimme your number.”
Since then, we’d met two or three times a year.
I laid the whole mess out over pizza. It was the first time since finding the Google account I didn’t feel hidden eyes crawling all over me.
Just as I wrapped up the story, over in the corner booth, a family burst into a chorus of happy birthday. A waiter appeared carrying a chocolate cake, capped by a giant candle that looked more like a flare. Gertrude tensed up.
“So what do you think about all this?” I asked.
She looked back at me and said, “It’s possible your reaction has been a touch on the dramatic side.”
“DRAMATIC??”
“Well consider things from Luna’s point of view. Your last relationship lasted for, what, three years? Maybe she felt threatened.”
“I don’t believe this.” I grabbed a cigarette from my pocket, but Gertrude snatched it away.
“You know how I feel about you poisoning your lungs, Michael.”
“Don’t you start. I got enough of that crap from Luna.”
Gertrude always encouraged me to work through my romantic problems. Ultimately, I decided her love of fairytale romances clouded her judgement and ghosted Luna instead. But I couldn’t escape her shadow. She always felt close. In fact, it got so bad that at a friend’s costume party several weeks later, my eyes kept compulsively scanning the crowd as if she was there in disguise, ready to pounce.
I stood off to the corner until, over the sea of heads, I spotted a beautiful stranger dressed as Jarlath the Goblin King. I took a shot of liquid courage and made a B-line towards her.
Halfway across the crowded room, beer splashed across the front of my Ziggy Stardust outfit.
“I am so sorry,” a female pirate said, patting me dry.
“Don’t worry about it.” Every time I tried circling her, she moved to cut me off.
“I am such a klutz. Why don’t you come into the kitchen so I can clean up this mess?”
I put my hands on her shoulders and steered her out of the way. “It’s fine. Trust me.”
Approaching Jarlath from behind, heart slamming against my chest, I said, “Well this is awkward. One of us is gonna have to change.”
Jennie had bright blue eyes and dimples impossible to miss. Ten minutes into our debate about David Bowie’s greatest album, I said, “You know Absolute Bowie are playing the Half Moon next week. I could take you?”
“Sorry. I’m going with my boyfriend,” she said with a sympathetic smile. From beside the buffet table, the pirate stared daggers in our direction.
“No worries,” I replied, despite the fact I was brimming with jealousy.
The next day, as I jogged off my hangover, a brown-haired lady cut across my path and we both went spinning to the ground.
“Flip, sorry.” I rushed to pull her up by the hands. “I’m like a bloody zombie lately.”
She did a doubletake. “Ziggy, right?”
There was no mistaking those eyes. “Jarlath?”
“Well, Jarlath or Jennie. Eithers fine.”
“Right. Well, sorry again. Enjoy Absolute Bowie.”
Before I could jog away, she said, “Hey, so that guy I was seeing? Turns out he’s a total prick.”
Jennie and I went for coffee. Coffee morphed into drinks. Drinks morphed into a steamy make-out session on my sofa.
But as she covered my neck in soft kisses, my stomach turned. It felt like cheating. So, I put the brakes on things and said, “I can’t do this. I’m really sorry. You’re amazing, but I just got out of a serious relationship…and…it’s just…”
“Hey, don’t worry about it.”
We agreed we’d let our connection blossom in its own time.
Jennie had a playful mystique to her. Within a handful of dates, we’d developed inside jokes and could tell what the other was thinking. But Luna’s imprint was hard to shake, to the extent I almost mixed up the two ladies’ names multiple times.
To detox, I suggested Jennie and I spend a romantic weekend in the Lake District, because after two days of hiking and kayaking my ex would no doubt be a spec in the rearview mirror.
Hours before we set off, however, Luna’s mom called. She wanted to meet and wouldn’t accept any excuses.
“Look, it’s obvious why I’m here,” she said, sitting across from me in Starbucks. “Ever since you and Luna broke up, she’s been acting…different.”
“Different? Different how?”
“I call but she hardly answers. I go over to her place but she’s never there. Now she’s telling me she needs to find herself. Says she’s moving to Australia.”
Her fingers tightened around her cup. “I need to know what happened between you two. And I don’t care if that paints anybody in a bad light. I’m just worried about my daughter is all.”
I told her about the Google account.
“Did you confront her about it?”
“Hell no. I ghosted that crazy bitc—” I cleared my throat. “I mean, I just…stopped seeing her.”
She started crying so loudly customers at nearby tables paused their conversations. I touched her forearm, promised I’d call if I remembered anything else, then set off for my romantic weekend.
But while Jennie and I enjoyed all that fresh air and pub food, a thought nagged at me. Luna adored London, so why move to Australia? It seemed so out of character. Back at our rented cottage, I was so fixated on the thought I needed a smoke, badly.
“What the hell is that?” Jennie demanded, as she stepped onto the front deck.
I glanced at my hands. “Uhh, a cigarette.”
“Michael! Don’t be sarcastic. You know how I feel about those things.”
“…Do I?”
“Uhh, well it’s the same as anybody else. Quit poisoning your lungs and put that thing out.”
“Alright alright, geeze. Sorry Luna.”
“That’s okay.”
A knot formed in my stomach as she went back inside. I’d called Jennie Luna by mistake. And she hadn’t noticed. In fact, her reaction to me smoking was identical to Luna’s—even the snappy way she said the ‘poison your lungs’ line.
I followed Jennie into the lounge, where she’d curled up on an armchair with a Colleen Hoover novel. She was hiding something. What else did she know about Luna? Maybe I could trick her into revealing some details…
From behind, I started massaging her shoulders. “Sorry for being rude before. I know what you said came from a place of love.”
“That’s okay.”
I waited until her eyes drooped shut, then said, “It really is perfect here, huh? Maybe we should stay forever.”
“Wouldn’t that be amazing?”
Her little groans of pleasure, the rhythm of her breathing, it all felt so familiar. I waited until the tension in her neck dissolved, then I pushed my lips against her ear and whispered, “So how about we take this into the bedroom…Lola.”
“Hmm. Sure thing Bugs.”
My hands froze. Jennie jumped up. “Uhh, that felt so good, why’d you stop?”
“What did you just say?”
“What did you just say?”
“I called you Lola,” I replied, my arms frozen in midair. “And you called me bugs.”
“Like the cartoon, right? I thought it’d be a cute nickname. Anyway, I’m tuckered out.” She forced a yawn. “Why don’t we get some sleep?”
As her hand laced with mine, an image of me waking up drugged and gagged and tied to the bedposts flashed before my eyes.
I said, “Sure. I just…need to use the bathroom first.”
The second the door shut behind me, I flew out of the house, climbed in my car, and sped away.
Within seconds my phone started blowing up with calls, followed by texts. Where are you going? Is everything okay?
No, I wanted to reply. I’m onto your sick little game. Whatever it is, I’m onto it.
Luna stalked my stalker, now Jennie somehow knew Luna and I’s nicknames. How? Did all women take turns drawing straws and whoever picked the short one needed to become my girlfriend?
I couldn’t go home. For all I knew, my exes would’ve been there burning effigies of me. I needed a safe place. Somewhere I could lie low until I got all this straightened out.
“Of course you can stay,” Gertrude said over the phone. “I’m out with some friends, but I’ll meet you later. If you hop the side gate there’s a spare key under the kissing gnomes out back.”
Gertrude lived in a detached house in Wembley. It took a bit of foraging to find the gnomes hidden beneath the weeds in the brown, patchy garden.
I needed to shoulder the door open. Inside, a mountain of letters and flyers had piled up on the welcome mat.
Down the hall, a huge archway connected the landing with a lounge, where a bar sat against the far wall, surrounded by upholstered sofas, a low table, and tie dye sheets strung over the filthy carpet. Everything had a real elegant vibe, despite the musty air.
I’d drained two glasses of whiskey before Gertrude arrived.
“Looks like you’ve had a rough evening.”
I said we could talk in the morning.
“Not a chance. You can’t take negative energy to bed. Come on, confession is good for the soul.”
She sat on the sofa and patted the empty seat next to her. So, with a weary sigh, I shared a tale of deranged exes.
“Crazy,” she said.
“I sure can pick ‘em, huh?”
“No, I mean you’re crazy.”
“What?”
“Think about it. What’s more likely: that your ex’s are secretly in collusion, or you’re being paranoid? Look how bloodshot your eyes are. When’s the last time you got a good night’s rest?”
She made a great point; teenagers on the street occasionally shouted ‘Bugs’ or ‘Thumper’ at me. Jennie might’ve come up with the nickname herself. I pinched the bridge of my nose, groaning.
“Look, sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we’ll brainstorm ways you can make it up to Jennie.”
I fumbled through my pockets for a cigarette.
“Really?” Gertrude said. “If you insist on poisoning your lungs, can you at least do it away from my home?”
“Well if I can’t smoke, I’m gonna need a refill.” I shook my empty glass.
On my way toward the bar, a wave of wooziness hit me. My first instinct was to blame it on the alcohol, but there was something else.
It was her reaction to the cigarette. My finger ran through the thick layer of dust along the bar’s countertop. Why was it like the place had been abandoned? Why did Gertrude always pressure me to stay with my psycho girlfriends? And how come she always reached out, as if on cue, whenever my relationships hit problems? It couldn’t be coincidence…
I poured two glasses of whiskey and carried them to the sofa. “So, you’re really against the whole smoking thing, huh?”
“Of course. It’s a filthy habit.”
“Yeah. Plus, there was that mess with your husband. House fire, right?”
“I’d rather not discuss it.”
“Sure, sure.” I ignited the lighter with a roll across my trouser leg.
Gertrude grabbed a cushion and hugged it. “What are you doing?”
“Alright, cut the crap. What the hell’s going on? Have you been sending your friends to date me?”
“What are you talking about?”
I wrestled the cushion from her and held the lighter beneath it. “I want an explanation right now or I’m torching this place.”
This was an empty threat. I wasn’t some pyromaniac—I just wanted answers. Inch by inch, I raised the flame. “Last chance. Why are the women in my life acting weird?”
Gertrude grabbed for the lighter. As I swatted her wrists away, we both got scorched, and for a moment her skin went wild with spasms, a sensation I can only compare to reaching inside a bucket of wet, writhing maggots. My gaze whipped between her face and her hands, which vibrated like plucked guitar strings.
Before I could scream, she yanked me up, clamped a cold, wrinkled palm across my mouth, and forced me against the wall. I thrashed around, unable to move. For a lady old enough to collect a pension, she was crazy strong.
She waited until I ran out of breath, then said, “Michael, please. I’m not going to hurt you. Open your heart and listen.”
What else could I do?
“You were right before. I have been keeping a secret from you. The truth is, I’ve been in love with you since we met. I’d never flown before. And you were so so sweet. You started talking about this other woman, but I knew our energies were perfect for each other. And it’s like I always say, love makes us do crazy things. You can’t begrudge me that can you?”
She looked as if she expected me to respond, so I shook my head.
“But I think we’ve reached a point where our connection is so deep we can be completely transparent with one another.” She took a slow, steady breath. “Michael, all your ex’s, Luna, Sadie, Jennie. They’ve all been…well, me.”
I stared at her, confused.
She sighed. “It’ll be easier if I just show you.”
Out of nowhere her hand wriggled again, then her face tightened, as though the skin was being stretched over the bone. Wrinkles smoothed out and colour bled into her grey hair, turning it brown, and within seconds I found myself face-to-face with Jennie. Even her vintage clothes morphed into a green blouse and white slacks.
“See?” she said in Jennie’s voice, her now blue eyes locked on mine.
I screamed into the soft flesh of her palm.
“Sssh, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Watch.”
Her entire body jerked and twitched, the muscles spasming as she shifted from Jennie to Luna. “See? Think of these as costumes”—from Luna to Sadie—"the important thing is what’s underneath. And you’ve fallen in love with what’s underneath three times. Now I’m going to let go, but I need you to promise you won’t overreact. Understand?”
On the verge of a panic attack, I nodded furiously.
The second she pulled away I made a break for the exit. The thing posing as Sadie grabbed me and hurled me backwards against the wall.
Like a disappointed teacher, she put her hands on her hips. “I’ve been so patient with you, Michael. So very, very patient.”
She blocked off any hope of escape. I sidestepped around the outer edge of the room, towards the bar.
“All those years moulding you. Trying to grow you into the man I know you can be. I really thought we had it this time. For the record, I wanted to do this the easy way. But drastic times...”
I was so scared I slammed right into the cabinet and yelped. Glass bottles chattered together, and then something wet ran down the back of my shirt. It was whiskey, leaking from the overturned bottle onto the carpeted floor.
Speaking more to herself now, Gertrude said, “I’ll just have to keep you here until you love me as much as I love you. Of course, that means posing as you so nobody gets suspicious, but that’s no trouble. I’ll tell your dad you’re moving to Italy. You always loved Italy.”
Pose as me? She'd been killing my ex's and taking their place, I was just the latest in a long line. She’d keep me as a personal sugar baby if I didn’t escape, but how? She was impossibly strong, and the only thing that seemed to scare her was…
Snatching the bottle, I doused the remaining whiskey all over the carpet and furniture. As I flicked the lighter open, Sadie’s hands shot up.
“Bugs…darling…what are you doing?”
I took three slow, steady breaths. “Breaking up with you, you crazy bitch.”
I tossed the lighter forward. Within seconds flames sprung up all around us, spreading as far as the sofa. Sadie’s shoe caught fire, and as she stamped around, unintentionally fanning the blaze, her body writhed again, starting with the ankles. Fat boils climbed up every inch of exposed skin, milky white and with the consistency of frog spawn, like she’d had a killer allergic reaction to poison ivy.
She dropped to her knees, wailing like a wounded animal. This was my chance.
I made a break for the exit, giving the creature as wide a berth as possible. But as I got one foot planted in the hall something clamped tight around my ankles. My chin hit the floor, then I started sliding backwards.
I twisted onto my back. Where Sadie’s left arm should’ve been, a tentacle-like appendage stretched across the length of the room, a distance of over twenty feet. It reeled me toward her like a fish on a line. Whatever that thing was no longer looked human. It melted like an ice statue, with no bones or connective tissue inside, its lips nose and mouth becoming hideously elongated before dripping off in huge globs like melted candlewax. A fire alarm started wailing as the tentacle dragged me through the flames, scorching my arms and legs.
The loose mass of skin reached out and encased me like a mother bird sheltering its eggs.
“WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME?” all my ex’s voices screamed at once. Whichever direction I looked, silhouettes of faces rose and fell, as if trying to burst through. Parts of them dripped inside my mouth, disgustingly warm with a bitter taste worse than Vaseline.
I put everything into clawing my way out if there. What was left of the beast had the consistency of wet clay and came apart just as easily. I tore away chunks until there was a hole large enough to squeeze through. Then, I crawled along surrounded by black smoke.
At the far side of the room I risked a glance back and saw a bumpy, uneven hand reaching out of a puddle of ooze. Soon I was crawling over the bristly welcome mat, then fumbling for the door. All I remember after that are paramedics wrestling me into an ambulance…
A specialist officer came to see me at the hospital the next morning. They’d been unable to contact the homeowner, Gertrude Huyton, and through his line of questioning I could tell they hadn’t found her ‘remains’ inside the charred house. Like the wicked witch of the West, my stalker had melted. I told the officer she said I could stay the night, and that I probably started the fire by dropping a cigarette.
“In that case, we’ll keep trying to reach her.” He walked to the curtain surronding my bed and paused. “Oh, and I almost forgot to mention, her cat is missing.”
“Her...cat?”
“Yeah. The little black one. One of the firemen pulled it out of the wreckage. The poor thing had burns over its legs but it ran off before anybody could take it to the vet.”
I swallowed a gulp and thanked him for telling me.
And now I’m still sitting here listening while nurses rush back and forth, terrified any one of them might be Gertrude…

Ultimate All-Time TB Lightning Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the Tampa Bay Lightning. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Bolts roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the TB Lightning franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a TBL page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time Bolts roster. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

Ultimate All-Time STL Blues Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the St. Louis Blues. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Blues roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the St.Louis Blues franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Blues page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time STL Blues roster. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

Ultimate All-Time Seattle Kraken Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the Seattle Kraken. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Kraken roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the Seattle Kraken franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Kraken page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time Kraken roster. Though a relatively new franchise, any answers will make this a breeze. Since this is the case I’d have allowed any superstar that made it to that roster. Otherwise I don’t see them doing well in a simulation lol. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

Hello wonderful people in Netherlands!! Hope you are enjoying spring and looking forward to summer.
I live in Amsterdam. I love to make friends all over the world, but this post is only for people living nearby.
I’m planning few trips in next few months and want to connect with people who love to travel. Preferably to find travel partner(s) to travel to new places around the world.
I am experienced traveler and have travelled to more than 50 countries. I am now looking to explore more countries and it would be fun to travel with someone.
Currently, I am only looking for people who live in Netherlands so that I can also meet (when not traveling) to hangout, grab beers/coffee, do some activities or just talk.
I’m also happy to join your group or activities
I’m 36, Male, Straight, Single, No kids, 183cm, Fit, Speak English. I’m brown - so no racist welcome here.
My hobbies are: Traveling, Moterbiking, Swimming, Running, Cafe/Bar hopping, Watching movies, board games, Outdoor games, BBQ, Parties.
I’m a senior executive in an American company.
Looking forward to hear from you :) Feel free to send DM or comment here.

Ultimate All-Time San Jose Sharks Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the San Jose Sharks. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time SJS roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the San Jose Sharks franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Sharks page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time SJS roster. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

Ultimate All-Time Pittsburgh PenguinsRoster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the Pittsburgh Penguins. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Pens roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the Pittsburgh Penguins franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Pens page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time Pens roster. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

We were at an empty lot and I was just training with my dad. I wasn't going that bad.
But after making a turn I was going to make another turn and I wanted to slow down. I wanted to hit the brakes a bit (my foot also wasn't on the gas) but I tapped the gas instead and accelerated forwards a pole. I hit the brakes on time so I stopped the car and didn't hit anything but yeah making a mistake like that on the last lap before we left there wasn't that fun. I laughed it off, not really demotivated, still want to learn how to drive but it still kinda sucks you know.

Ultimate All-Time Philadelphia Flyers Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the Philadelphia Flyers. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Flyers roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the Philadelphia Flyers franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Flyers page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time Flyers roster. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

Ultimate All-Time Ottawa Senators Roster
Introduction:
Recently I have undergone the task of setting up for a fun experience via offline game modes. With this task is to do all NHL teams’ all time rosters and to specifically have them correctly edited, or created via create a playegoalie.
Currently next up is the Ottawa Senators. This involves assembling the ultimate all-time Sens roster for NHL 24 customization. The roster should consist of 21 players, including forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders.
Guidelines:

1. Required Players: Construct a roster of 21 players, including forwards, defensemen, and goaltenders. 2. Positional Breakdown: Ensure the roster includes forward lines 1-4, three defensive pairs, and two goaltenders. 3. Selection Criteria: Evaluate players based on their impact and contributions to the Ottawa Senators franchise, considering statistical achievements, leadership qualities, postseason success, and overall impact on the organization. 

Roster Format: (Copy and paste)
Forwards:
Line 1 LW - C - RW -
Line 2 LW - C - RW -
Line 3 LW - C - RW -
Line 4 LW - C - RW -
Defense: Line 1 D - D -
Line 2 D - D -
Line 3 D - D -
Goalies: Starter - Backup -
Healthy Scratches: 1- 2- 3-
Conclusion:
First and foremost. The reason I post to a Sens page over say an ea nhl page is simply do the dedication involved. I don’t get nearly the amount of passion in ea nhl threads as I would by going directly to fans of that team.
Thank you to everyone who participated in creating the Ultimate All-Time Sens roster. This project is specifically focused on the intricate and time-consuming task of customizing NHL 24 rosters. Your contributions are incredibly valuable because they allow me to quickly see your answers and make the roster happen without spending excessive time on research.
Creating these rosters involves much more than just listing players. Many of the players you’ll come up with won’t actually be in NHL 24, so I’ll need to create them via create a playegoalie. This includes matching the best face model, shot style, skating style, and all player attributes, striving for as much realism as possible rather than randomly assigning ratings. The process also entails setting accurate goal celebrations, jersey numbers, and more. Unfortunately, one limitation is that players from the no-helmet era will still have to wear helmets in the game.
Additionally, I’ll be working on creating all-time Olympic rosters, including A, B, and C teams for countries with large depths of talent, such as Team Russia. This involves making their logos and uniforms as accurate as possible given the game’s limited customization options.
Your input greatly streamlines this process, and I appreciate your help in making these detailed and authentic rosters a reality.

Just an appreciation post for Caedrel. Broke my laptop mid-March and couldn't do any proper academic work, couldn't play league, and was really bored for the most part in my downtime. Just wanted to give my gratitude to Caedrel for getting me through a rather rough few months, the streams were something I looked forward to every time I got home from stressful university.
Now that he's gonna be gone for a bit, I actually felt really sad. But still, gonna look forward to the next stream, the next memes, and the next co-streams.
To all the rats that made each stream more fun, I appreciate y'all too.
xdd
P.S. (Yes I might get withdrawal now from not being able to play league)