Some new .999 and other US type. Happy summer all - we’ve officially made it. At least in my book. Y’all kick back and enjoy this spot rip
Chitty chit chat please
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PROOF: https://imgur.com/a/M5YrlGV
Libertad https://imgur.com/a/6mKF0co - 1999 MS68 Libertad. These go $360+ all day long, but mine has some spots so it’s cheaaap - $295
PREMIUM SILVER https://imgur.com/a/hNnHs9i - (2) 2021 10oz Una & Lion, going 600+ on the bidding site to not be named - $500 each - 2019 Apollo 11 50th anniversary PF70 - awesome slab!!! - $90 - 2023 Fiji Fractional Eagle Set Reverse PF70 - $190 - 1oz PAMP Whale Shark in holder - $55 - 2016 Australia High Relief Kangaroo PF69 in bougee holder - $55 - Australian Emu - $34 - Pamp “Burton Morris” Lucky 7’s - $78 - (3) US Mint Silver Proof Quarter sets 2004-2006 3.75FV proof junk total - $90
SLABBED ASE’S https://imgur.com/a/taElQ2p

• REVERSE PROOF
• 2011P RP John Mercanti Signed, 25th anniversary, slight milk/tone (Greysheet is 180!) - $155
  
• REGULAR STRIKE
  
• 2002 MS69 - $37
  
• 2006 W PR69 PROOF, some toning spots - $48
  
• 2017 MS69 Gold Label - $38
  
• 2021 T-2 MS70 ANACS American Flag holder - $46
  

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DOLLARS
MORGAN SLABS @ Greysheet wholesale bid https://imgur.com/a/Qd7kV8U - 1878-S MS63 - $130 - (2) 1878 S MS64 - $185 each
HALF DOLLARS
Draped Half https://imgur.com/a/XCDwb5a - 1807 Draped Bust Half, obverse is good, decent relief on the stars, but reverse is much better, impressive detail - $265
Capped Bust Half https://imgur.com/a/k0zviig - 1835 - $105
Seated halfs

• 1862 S - $61
• 1863 S - $65
• 1864 S- $60
• 1876 CC - $75
• 1876 holed/plugged - $18
• 1877 - $30

Sesqui Commem Halves https://imgur.com/a/7Q7vUmo - 3 available - $45 each
QUARTERS
SEATED QUARTERS -1853 w/ Rays - $22 - 1854. $25 - 1854. $22 - 1855. $23 - 1857. $23 - 1857. $35
STANDING LIBERTY https://imgur.com/a/w3ZRS1V - 1920 S - $22 - 1926 S - $12 - 1927 S - $40
20 CENT PIECE https://imgur.com/a/11lbU5e

• 1875 S NGC VF25 - $180

DIMES
CAPPED DIMES https://imgur.com/a/autFjqS

• 1820 - $75
• 1823 (slight bend)- $40
• 1829 - $20
• x2 1830 - $20 each, your pick
• 1831 - $20
• 1832 - $24
• 1833 - $36
• x2 1836 - $20 each

Seated dimes - 1842. $15 - 1843. $16 - 1872 - $11 - 1874. $12 - 1876 $10 - 1876 cc - $40 - 1877. $9 - 1883. $14 - 1884. $15 - 1886. $14 l - 1886 - $10 - 1887 - $10 - 1890. $12 - 1891. $11 - 1891 . $10.50
HALF DIMES
Capped half dime - 1829 edges are messed up but details are strong - $18 - 1831 - $70
Seated half dimes - 1837. Plugged - $30 - 1838 - $16 - 1842 - $18 - 1844. - $28 - 1845. - $18 - 1853 O HOLED - $10 - 1853. - $24 - 1854. G4 bend - 1856 HOLED - $12 - 1857. $29 - 1857. - $15 - 1858-O - $29 - 1872 - $25
Shipping;
$5 for GA
$9 for priority
$15 for MFRB
Responsibility leaves my hand once usps says “accepted”. Can assure proper packing before drop off, out of my hands after that.
Will ship promptly, most of the time it is next business day, but no later than 2 business days from funds received
Payment methods:
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Electric Daisy Carnival (EDC) Las Vegas is a three-day music festival that features a variety of electronic dance music (EDM) artists. It’s a great chance to dance the night away and see some of your favorite DJs. But it’s important to remember that EDC is also a crowded and intense environment. To help you stay safe and have a great time, the Las Vegas personal injury lawyers Electric Daisy Carnival (EDC) Las Vegas is a three-day music festival that features a variety of electronic dance music (EDM) artists. It’s a great chance to dance the night away and see some of your favorite DJs. But it’s important to remember that EDC is also a crowded and intense environment. To help you stay safe and have a great time, the Las Vegas personal injury lawyers here at ER Injury Attorneys have put together five important EDC safety tips:

1. Plan Ahead

Get your tickets ASAP. EDC tickets tend to sell out quickly, so be sure to get yours early. This will help you avoid the stress of trying to find last-minute tickets.
Book your accommodations early. EDC is a major event in Las Vegas, so hotels tend to fill up quickly and rates can go up. Book your accommodations early to ensure you have a place to stay and get the best possible rate.
Research the festival grounds. The EDC venue is massive, so it’s a good idea to familiarize yourself with the layout before you go. This will help you save time finding the stages, restrooms, and other amenities.
Create a meeting spot. With so many people at EDC, it’s easy to get separated from your friends. Create a meeting spot in case you get lost and are without cell service.

2. Stay Hydrated

Drink plenty of water. It’s important to stay hydrated at EDC, especially in the hot Las Vegas sun. Bring a refillable water bottle and fill it up often. There are also water stations located throughout the festival grounds.
Avoid sugary drinks and alcohol. Sugary drinks and alcohol can dehydrate you. Stick to water, drinks with electrolytes, or use your own hydration additives. If you do choose to drink alcohol, do so in moderation and be sure to eat food as well and stay hydrated.

3. Pace Yourself

Don’t try to do too much. There’s a lot to see and do at EDC, but it’s important to pace yourself. Don’t try to see every single set or dance all night long. Take breaks throughout the day to rest and cool off.
Find a shady spot. If you start to feel overwhelmed, find a shady spot to relax and cool off. This will help you avoid heat illness which can be fatal. There are usually tents and hydration stations set up throughout the festival grounds that you can use for shade.

4. Be Aware of Your Surroundings

Keep an eye on your belongings. EDC is a crowded environment, so it’s important to keep an eye on your belongings. Don’t bring anything you can’t afford to lose.
Be aware of your surroundings. Be aware of the people around you and be careful of pickpockets. If you see something suspicious, report it to security.
Use the buddy system. Go to EDC with a group of friends and look out for each other.

5. Dress for the Weather

Wear comfortable shoes. You’ll be doing a lot of walking and dancing at EDC, so be sure to wear comfortable, safe shoes.
Wear sunscreen. Even if it’s cloudy, the sun’s rays can still be strong. Be sure to wear sunscreen to protect yourself from sunburn.
Bring layers. The weather in Las Vegas can change quickly, so it’s a good idea to bring layers of clothing. The current forecast calls for temperatures in the 90s during the day, but may dip into the 60s at night.

Injured During EDC? ER Injury Attorneys Is Here for You

If you’ve been injured at EDC, the team here at ER Injury Attorneys is available to assist you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Get your free case evaluation today by calling us at [702-878-7878](tel:7028787878) or by using LiveChat. You can also fill out a contact form to get started. ER Injury Attorneys represents accident victims throughout Southern Nevada, including Henderson, Summerlin, Pahrump, Boulder City, Laughlin, and beyond. Book your free case evaluation and consultation today and get the peace of mind you need.

The information on this blog is for informational purposes only. It is not meant to serve as legal advice for an individual case or situation. This information is not intended to create an attorney-client relationship nor does viewing this material constitute an attorney-client relationship.

BOOKMARK THE PERMALINK.here at ER Injury Attorneys have put together five important EDC safety tips:

1. Plan Ahead

Get your tickets ASAP. EDC tickets tend to sell out quickly, so be sure to get yours early. This will help you avoid the stress of trying to find last-minute tickets.
Book your accommodations early. EDC is a major event in Las Vegas, so hotels tend to fill up quickly and rates can go up. Book your accommodations early to ensure you have a place to stay and get the best possible rate.
Research the festival grounds. The EDC venue is massive, so it’s a good idea to familiarize yourself with the layout before you go. This will help you save time finding the stages, restrooms, and other amenities.
Create a meeting spot. With so many people at EDC, it’s easy to get separated from your friends. Create a meeting spot in case you get lost and are without cell service.

2. Stay Hydrated

Drink plenty of water. It’s important to stay hydrated at EDC, especially in the hot Las Vegas sun. Bring a refillable water bottle and fill it up often. There are also water stations located throughout the festival grounds.
Avoid sugary drinks and alcohol. Sugary drinks and alcohol can dehydrate you. Stick to water, drinks with electrolytes, or use your own hydration additives. If you do choose to drink alcohol, do so in moderation and be sure to eat food as well and stay hydrated.

3. Pace Yourself

Don’t try to do too much. There’s a lot to see and do at EDC, but it’s important to pace yourself. Don’t try to see every single set or dance all night long. Take breaks throughout the day to rest and cool off.
Find a shady spot. If you start to feel overwhelmed, find a shady spot to relax and cool off. This will help you avoid heat illness which can be fatal. There are usually tents and hydration stations set up throughout the festival grounds that you can use for shade.

4. Be Aware of Your Surroundings

Keep an eye on your belongings. EDC is a crowded environment, so it’s important to keep an eye on your belongings. Don’t bring anything you can’t afford to lose.
Be aware of your surroundings. Be aware of the people around you and be careful of pickpockets. If you see something suspicious, report it to security.
Use the buddy system. Go to EDC with a group of friends and look out for each other.

5. Dress for the Weather

Wear comfortable shoes. You’ll be doing a lot of walking and dancing at EDC, so be sure to wear comfortable, safe shoes.
Wear sunscreen. Even if it’s cloudy, the sun’s rays can still be strong. Be sure to wear sunscreen to protect yourself from sunburn.
Bring layers. The weather in Las Vegas can change quickly, so it’s a good idea to bring layers of clothing. The current forecast calls for temperatures in the 90s during the day, but may dip into the 60s at night.

Injured During EDC? ER Injury Attorneys Is Here for You

If you’ve been injured at EDC, the team here at ER Injury Attorneys is available to assist you 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Get your free case evaluation today by calling us at [702-878-7878](tel:7028787878) or by using LiveChat. You can also fill out a contact form to get started. ER Injury Attorneys represents accident victims throughout Southern Nevada, including Henderson, Summerlin, Pahrump, Boulder City, Laughlin, and beyond. Book your free case evaluation and consultation today and get the peace of mind you need.

The information on this blog is for informational purposes only. It is not meant to serve as legal advice for an individual case or situation. This information is not intended to create an attorney-client relationship nor does viewing this material constitute an attorney-client relationship.

This post is specifically about explosher.
Something that kinda shocked me is how some people were calling Vanilla Explosher (Vexplo) with Point Sensor and Rain, trash with the introduction of Custom Explosher (Cexplo) with Wall and Splashdown. That confuses me a little bit.. Not because Cexplo is bad, Cexplo is better than Vexplo. but is it that much stronger?
Vexplo has one of the best enemy location tools in the game. it also has a special that can displace enemies, make them easier to kill, and provide a healing buff to your teammates. point sensor allows Vexplo tons of ink after being used so that they don't have to worry about it's heavy ink consumption, and Rain provides Vexplo with a carpet of it's own paint so it's easier to move forward into enemy territory during a push.
Cexplo can be much more aggressive with it's wall, but you have to worry about it's ink tank more. Triple Spashdown's buffs have made it good, if not better than Rain, but also.. it's not the same special as Rain. it has a completely different purpose. they both fulfill different niches.
Even with a wall, Explo still sucks at fighting. it's Time-To-Splat is one of the slowest in the game. both kits help with this, with Vexplo being able to locate people and making it easier to aim shots especially behind cover, while Cexplo has a wall that lets it have some more time to shoot another shot, or even get away. Cexplo also has Splashdown which can kill enemies very reliably, but Vexplo has rain which can turn reckless enemies into a one-shot.
I just don't see why Vexplo is SOO much worse. obviously in a competitive scene, you might prefer Cexplo, but it's weird, especially since half of y'all aren't even pro players where it matters that Vexplo is worse than Cexplo.
these minor differences in their viability is so silly to me when it comes to your average splatoon player, because it genuinely doesn't matter, and to call one weapon trash and worthless because another kit supersedes it on a competitive level is odd when you're not on a competitive level. (I don't mean "level" in that you need to be skilled to be a pro player. plenty of low level teams exist, but they're still on a competitive understanding of the game, so they're on a "competitive level")
why not talk about why one person might prefer to play the Vexplo or Cexplo instead of pretending like the weapon is going to be bad for anyone to use? this is also on the player for taking volatile takes too seriously, but sometimes people need to chill out as well.

There's this guy at my office named Avery. I used to avoid Avery because he has a wife and he's a known cheater around our office. I mean he gets around and I don't respect cheating. I've never cheated in any relationship and as someone who has been cheated on it's selfish.
He gets moved to my team and to my chagrin, we walk closely together. During that time he developed a crush on me and I denied it because well he's a cheater. He told me I was the first woman he ever had feelings for and he didn't realize that you could feel that way about someone. He told me that his wife is a great person but he doesn't love her and that's why he's been cheating. I told him that he's just infatuated with me and to give it a month.
Well a month past and he still had those feelings and we started connecting. He was more vulnerable with me than he was with any woman including his wife. My feelings grew and we are now dating. The complicated part is he's still married and can't get divorced overnight. They have a 8 month year old so it would be difficult but in a few months, he can't start the process. In the meantime how do I navigate this? I never dated someone in a situation like this before, and we haven't been able to do normal couple things like go out on dates yet. We have date nights but it is at my apartment. Any support and advice would be helpful

I haven’t used this app before but I’m desperate for advice so please bear with me. Also please keep in mind I am very quiet and try to think and act rationally because I had to mature at a young age and think & act like an adult I try to avoid conflict no matter how I truly feel because its all I get at home. (I come from a bipolar abusive household) All fake names btw. A little background my ex is very well known in my town and he still has feelings for me and everyone who knows him has been trying to break up me and my boyfriend and get me back together with him. Now to the story: I 17f and my now ex bf 17m got in a big fight last Saturday and i don’t know how to fix it. Saturday night was prom. My parents wouldn’t let me go, they said my grades weren’t good enough (mainly b’s and c’s) and it was a waste of money. My mom suggested I still dress up like I’m going to prom but instead go to dinner and a movie with my friends since it’s cheaper and prom is boring anyway. I told my friends this and they were all on board. However my best friend’s boyfriend is moving across the country this summer so they changed their minds and decided to go to prom. I was fine with this decision since it’s her only chance to have a prom with him and I could still go out with my boyfriend. My boyfriend’s mom however decided he was going to prom with or without me. So everyone was now going except for me. I have a friend 18f (Anna) who graduated last year that offered to take me out with her and her boyfriend (Brandon) so that I wasn’t just sitting at home alone. My parents were somewhat okay with this and we got in a couple arguments over it for a few weeks leading up to prom a couple days before prom my parents changed their minds again and decided I can go so I went out with the money I saved and bought the dress my boyfriend liked (shown above). Later that night my parents changed their minds again and decided I can’t go to prom or hangout with Anna and Brandon. Everyone was getting pissed off and I was upset because I had just bought a dress. The next day (the day before prom) I told my boyfriend I can’t go and would try to sleepover and my other friends house but I wasn’t sure if I could since i had auditions after school, wasn’t sure if she was busy, and it was last minute and I didn’t want to be rude inviting myself like that. I got home from auditions and my parents said I could go with Anna the next day. The day of prom i got up early since my mom said she wanted to do my hair for me before I left. So I got up and find out 3 of our cars aren’t starting (we have a few old classic cars) so I had to help push the cars and watch my little brother while my parents dealt with the cars by the time they were done I had to leave and my mom was upset she couldn’t help me get ready I left and walked over to breakfast with Anna. We finished eating and were waiting on Brandon to get there to pick us up and he was over an hour late, he sat down and ate and when we left it was around 11:15 and we were supposed to go talk pictures with my mom and leave to the arcade at 12. We had no time for pictures anymore and my mom was pissedddd. She stopped responding to me and was beyond mad. We go pick up my clothes and go to Anna’s parent’s house because it’s closer than her house. We finished getting ready it’s about 11:30 and her parents still aren’t home. I talked to Anna about the pictures since it was really important to my mom, she pulled out her phone and texted for a minute then took me a couple houses down to my ex’s house because his mom (Susan) was home and is like a mother to Anna. She had asked my Susan to take a couple pictures really quick so we could leave because it was getting close to noon and we had to get going. I started thinking this is really weird we could just have Brandon take a couple pictures but whatever it’ll be fine. Then Susan’s boyfriend comes out which I thought was weird but again it’s whatever. Then the disaster hit, she called my ex Trevor to come out, I start to worry like wtf is going on, Susan dug through a drawer for a minute and tossed a blue tie at him and told him to put it on. He did and she made him get in the pictures with us, I start panicking like Wtaf is going on now, I asked Anna and she said to just smile we’re taking pictures, so I do and I’m uncomfortable, they put him next to me and I’m leaning away from him and facing away cause wtf but its okay just stay calm its just a picture and I can leave right? We go to leave and Brandon’s car wont start. Susan gives us a ride because we had no other way to leave and she said they already had plans there anyway it’s no big deal. I was already uncomfortable and thinking it’s sketchy. I go to text my boyfriend to tel him whats going on and he starts texting me about how he’s miserable and wants to kill himself. I was trying not to freak out and calm him down because he also comes from an abusive household and has tried to kill himself before. So I started texting him trying to distract him and me being happy cheers him up so I was telling him I was happy and having so much fun so he wouldn’t get more upset and go over the edge. We leave and Susan drives up and we get out and I thought she had left but 5 minutes or so later they walk in, turned out she was parking the car and is staying with us. I was beyond uncomfortable and called my mom but she wouldn’t answer. I was stuck there I told Anna I was uncomfortable and I was told I was just nervous because I don’t leave my house much and needed to relax. I was like okay I’ll just try to stay away from them, so I go over to the little arcade by the bowling alley by myself while they all go to set up bowling, I came back and sat down for a minute, everyone was doing horrible at bowling so I tried, Susan was talking about the scoreboard and taking pictures and I was walking backwards looking at the board and forgot about the ledge that separates the bowling floor from the normal floor and slipped off and tripped on my dress since it drags on the floor and fell. I tried getting up and kept slipping on my dress Trevor was sitting right behind where I fell and leaned forward I put my arms around his neck to pull myself up and he put his arm around my shoulders and behind me knees I was confused and he picked me up off the floor, and slid me onto him lap on his lap. I sat there in shock for a second trying to process the boldness of him doing that. He had moved his arm to go across my thighs holding onto the outer thigh holding me to him and his other hand moved to my arm holding where it was on his shoulder. I looked at him uncomfortable said thanks for the help and asked him to let go of me his grip was really tight he looked at me all smug but then let me go I got up and sat and the other table for a minute trying to process to feeling of knowing if he really wanted to try something id be powerless against him I then talked to Anna and Brandon and Brandon kept Trevor bowling with Anna and I went off to play games at the bigger arcade on the other side of the building. I started cheering up and actually having fun with it being just me and her and was texting my boyfriend (Nate) the whole time trying to cheer him up and keep him distracted. The others had finished their two games of bowling and told us we were going to dinner. I was so relieved thinking finally, I get to leave after this. I was the last one inside the restaurant because people behind me were stepping on my dress and my feet hurt so I was walking slower they all sat down and only spot left was next to Trevor. I almost started to cry I was already uncomfortable told him that at least 5 times just while sitting there and it got brushed off every time. Susan pulled her phone out told me to scoot closer so she could talk a picture I was trying to stay calm and just get through the dinner so I smiled for her picture but kept my hand on the bench so I could push myself away from him the second it was over. I almost had a break down sitting there and we when we finally left they took us went back to the bowling alley because Susan’s boyfriend wanted to play pool and it wasn’t open until after we had dinner. I went to the bathroom and cried for a second because I was so uncomfortable and just wanted to leave. They had taken over the whole day that was supposed to originally be me, my boyfriend, my best friend, and her boyfriend. I cleaned myself up and came back out and just played more games until we finally left. I got home 5 minutes late and my parents screamed at me for two hours and I started to get a crippling pain in my abdomen as they yelled at me and sat on the floor for most of it. When they finished I went to my room and called Nate he told me about how horrible his day was and how he didn’t even go to prom I broke down crying because of what happened and my parents yelling at me and because if he told me he wasn’t going anymore i would’ve taken him with me and it all could’ve been avoided and was in so much pain I passed out. I was supposed to sneak out and go to his house that night and I could barely move so I didn’t. I woke up in the middle of the night and sat up thinking about how to tell Nate about what happened. I decided it was a conversation to have in person so I chose to wait until Monday to sit down and talk to him since he was still in a suicidal mind set and I didn’t want this to be the cherry on top. However what I didn’t know was Susan had taken a picture of when I had fallen and he picked me up and posted it. (Images included above) The mom of a friend of a friend saw the picture sent it to my best friend’s (Avery) boyfriend (Alex) and Alex sent it to Nate. Blowing everything up and now he’s barely talking to me, I talked to everyone and got proof of what I was saying is true that I didn’t cheat and now Alex and Avery believe me but now the situation its affecting Avery and Alex’s relationship and Alex is yelling at me for talking to Avery about how I’m feeling and stressing her out and now Alex is ignoring me. Nate says he needs space and I’ve been trying to give it to him but he means everything to me and im not going to just throw this away because people jumped to conclusions. Everyone is trying to ignore it and forget it happened and it’s not working because problems keep arising. I believe we all need to sit down and talk rationally and calmly because you cant just put a bandaid on a bullet hole and expect it to stop bleeding. I would gladly accept any advice and help on how to address this and fix things between my friends. P.s. it was later confirmed that Anna and Susan had planned it all out so I’d get back together with Trevor

The Letter With the Silver Seal
Hooves drummed on the hard-packed dirt of the road.
The rider’s cloak streamed back in the wind of his running, and dust rose in his wake.
After months of searching, riding town to town, dawn to dusk, Finn finally had a lead on the wayward elf. The letter rested in his satchel, slung diagonally from shoulder to waist under his travel cloak. It was wrapped in oilcloth and sealed with silver wax bearing the intricate sigil of House Fyndrael. The letter was urgent, make haste, Lord Brynwell had said. And Finn had rode like a madman ever since.
People flashed past in both directions, the occasional ox-drawn cart or a courier on horseback kicking up dust in their haste. Some cursed his breakneck speed, turning to shake fists. Finn just grinned and spurred his horse faster. The road curved ahead through a thicket of trees and wound off into the countryside like a dusty ribbon dotted intermittently with the dark shapes of carts, wagons, and riders.
In the distance, the faint, cloudy silhouette of Suncrest Hold beckoned him. Almost there. A few more hours, he would put the letter in the elf’s hand and be on his way. A smile split his dusty face, and he leaned low over Dett’s neck, urging the horse on, eager to be quit of this mission and on his way back to Kaelos and all the comforts the sprawling mountain city had to offer. Wine and dancing, dicing and women, taverns and inns and brothels enough to drown a man in pleasures, that’s what waited in Kaelos. But first, he had to deliver the letter.
“Alright, Dett, show us your heart,” Finn put his face against the horse’s neck and the wind snagged his hood away, streaming his long honey-kissed hair out behind. “A few more miles, and you can rest. All the oats and water you can stomach.”
Trees flashed past. Dogs barked sharp challenges, then fell away. Dett thought this was a race, strained to go faster, legs and neck stretched out, mane and tail whipping in the wind. A group of caravaners cursed him as he thundered past. Finn laughed, called back his apologies and raced on, laying about with his reins.
Hours passed, the road transitioned from hard-packed dirt to the dark gray of flagstones and traffic deepened. Suncrest Hold rose before him in all its gray glory; slate-roofed towers and spires reached for the sky behind the silver-gray teeth of battlements. People, carts, farmers with wagons, merchants, and caravans crowded the road. Finn slowed Dett to a trot, skillfully weaving through the crowd with the desperate urgency only a man months gone from home could muster. He was ready to see this mission done.
He passed under an arched portcullis and came abreast of the guard house on the other side.
Soldiers in steel ring mail worn under red tabards slashed with black and embroidered with the royal coat of arms waved him through when they saw the silver glint of a courier’s badge pinned on his leather tunic.
“Make way,” they growled at the crowd, shouldering into the people and shoving them aside so Finn could pass. “Make way for a courier. Move it, you country kelps!”
People grumbled and cast dark looks Finn’s way, but they moved. None wanted to be the one who delayed a royal courier.
A figure in polished platemail worn under her tabard, and the transverse crested helm of an officer, stepped out of the guard house. Finn brought Dett to a halt.
The officer approached.
“May the sun favor your roads,” she greeted. Finn noticed the four golden knots of a captain embroidered on her tabard’s left breast. “May I offer the courier an escort?”
Finn’s mind went blank. This lady wasn’t just pretty for a guardswoman; she was unbelievably striking by any standard across the land. Breathtaking. He wanted to get off his horse and propose marriage on the spot. Heat began to rise in his cheeks, and he covered it by bowing in his saddle and giving his cloak a little flourish. A thick layer of dust broke free and danced around him.
“Gracious of you, my lady,” he said, cuffing his brow. “I am looking for an elf named Aberiel. I was told I could find him here in Suncrest Hold. Heard of him?”
“Captain Aurelume,” she said, looking off down the main road at all the buildings and structures crowding up to the walks. “Not My Lady. I'm not noble blood. Aberiel, you say?”
Finn gave a nod and patted Dett’s neck to calm the restless horse.
“Can you describe this man?”
Finn dug into his saddle and drew out a piece of parchment enchanted with the elf’s likeness. He handed it to the captain. She studied the portrait.
One of the other guards came up and peered over her shoulder, his face crisscrossed with old scars inside his open-faced helmet. “Damn, looks like the one what got back-knifed over dice a few nights gone. Remember? Almost died and the Count was all in a fury. Had us knocking down doors and cracking heads for three nights til we got the ones what did it. Darkhand gang, it was.”
Captain Aurelume studied the picture, her lips pursed. Her eyes were cerulean jewels dancing with sparks of sunlight.
She drummed a gauntleted finger on her sword hilt, and the sun glinted off her pauldrons. “Yes,” she said after several moments. “I remember him. Young and reckless, fair hand with the ladies, I’m told.” She glanced at her guard. “Which I suspect is the true reason for the knife in the back. Men have killed for far less.”
The guard shrugged, and his ringmail made soft clinking sounds. “Only said what I was told, Captain. Dice, they said it was.”
The captain returned her attention to Finn.
She returned the picture. “Try the Medi toward the center of the city. Beside the Basilica.” She nodded at the guard beside her. “Harker will show you the way. Good luck.” She turned and disappeared back into the guardhouse.
Harker came up beside Finn. “Alright then,” he grumbled, obviously irritated with having to play babysitter. “This way.”
Finn followed him down long streets that turned and twisted through the city. Every few seconds, he would holler for the crowd to give way to a courier. After a time, they came to a sprawling structure of soaring turrets, tiled roofs, tall arches, and windows filled with ornate traceries and colorful glass. A central dome gleamed silver in the sun.
“The Medi,” he said, and without so much as a by your leave, turned sharply on his heel and waded back into the crowd.
Finn eased Dett over to a tie post on the side of the road and swung out of the saddle, his legs filled with a deep ache from months on the road. He took a moment to stretch and stamp his feet before climbing the marble steps to the fluted columns flanking a set of tall doors rounded at the top and standing open to the public.
Inside, it was dark and subdued; carpet in blue and silver with fancy tassels flowed down the corridors. Tapestries hung the walls and the air smelled of herbs and incense. After getting directions from one of the healers, he stood at the entrance to a private room.
The door stood open, and a gentle breeze whispered through tall, arched windows. The room was small, modestly appointed with bookshelves on the walls and a small brazier across from a four-post bed on which lounged a figure wrapped around the midsection with clean bandages.
Finn knocked on the door frame and stepped inside. The elf on the bed stirred from his reading and set the book aside, fastening his eyes on the visitor. “Who are you?”
Finn approached the bed and gave a slight bow. “Finnton, my lord,” he said, digging into his satchel. “You are Aberiel of House Fyndrael?”
The elf’s eyes hardened with suspicion. His hand slipped under the sheet covering him to the waist. “Who sent you? What is this?”
“I was dispatched from Kaelos five months ago, my lord,” Finn produced the letter. The elf’s eyes locked on the silver seal, and the coiled readiness in his posture melted away. “That is my house seal. Give it to me.” The elf snatched the letter from Finn’s hand, gave the seal a cursory inspection, and broke it off with his thumbnail. His eyes moved over the words. He stopped at one point, drew in a deep, ragged breath, and glanced at the ceiling before continuing.
A single tear broke free from one of Aberiel Fyndrael’s lavender eyes.
The hand holding the letter slowly sank into his lap. Another tear streaked his cheek. Redness gathered in his eyes, across his face. “They have found her,” he said. His voice was a quavering whisper. “She…” he broke off with a sob. “She…I can’t believe it…she…”
Whatever the elf was going to say, Finn would never know. The words were drowned in anguished cries.
Finn turned to go, but thought he caught a glimpse of a smile breaking through the elf’s tears. Was Aberiel smiling? Finn couldn’t tell and it would be rude to stay. Whether tears of sorrow or joy, he would never know. Nor did he care.
“Good day, my lord.”
He left the elf lordling to his letter and his tears and silently wished him all the best. It was time to see to Dett and lodging for the night. A hot bath to wash away the dust of the road and a hearty meal to fill his belly, that was what he required. Then sleep. Dawn came early this time of year and he wanted to be on the road with the first rays of sunlight.
He stepped out of the Medi and took Dett’s reins in his hand. Music drifted to his ear from a lively tavern down the street. The sounds of raucous laughter and a dozen conversations sang in the air.
A grin crept onto his face.
A bath, a meal and maybe just one game of dice before he found his bed. He turned toward the tavern.
A man had needs.

Regarding domestic Basic Economy tickets: I thought with a schedule change in excess of one hour, they would allow for a full refund. We just had a schedule change to 130 minutes earlier. The phone rez agent (whose name I wrote down) yesterday said "no problem" and canceled our booking and promised I'd be getting a refund to my Visa card. I thought I was set. But then the AA Twitter team eventually replied (I had asked them to help but after 90 minutes of no reply, I just called and a rez agent picked right up). They said apologetically that it didn't matter what the phone agent said - my schedule change was not large enough to qualify for a refund. Yikes! All they could do is reinstate the booking. (Have not done that yet - I really want the refund). Has anyone been successful at getting a BE fare refund after a 2+ hour schedule change? Or do you think that if a rez agent says "you'll get a refund", that they would honor that, even if the rez agent is mistaken?

hey everyone im posting here cuz honestly i havent had that many friends over the years so i end up talking to the same people for a while (which isn't a bad thing) but i wanted to switch it up a bit by meeting new peeps to hang and chill with ^^
as for me im pretty introverted at first but will open up when i understand your humor and get to know you better, my humor is kinda dark sometimes but can get lighthearted so hope u don't mind some of my shitty jokes
as for my interests i mostly play games( league, ow , lethal) and pretty much anything u played before, also for the region i play in euw in most games but can play in na if needed
i also workout on most my freetime, been going to the gym for about 3 years now and also dabble in volleyball every so often and im looking to get into swimming more in the future
my music taste is pretty depressing atm but i listen to many genres, here's some of my fav's of all time (arctic monkeys,muse, gorillaz,soad,metallica,frank sinatra,cake,nirvana,radiohead,the strokes,eminem,tylerthecreator,freddie dredd,mike dimes,cigarettes after sex) and alot of video game osts
so basically im looking for someone to vc with whenever im free mby play a couple games or i can just play a game of your choice and stream it for you and have deep talks every now and then
if u think we could vibe hit me up on reddit chat so i can send u my discord ^^ and thank u for reading my poorly written intro ( im not really good at this fyi)
cheers

She Constantly gets to act like an actual child at all times and it's just "that's just Shanice" Meanwhile the rest of this group pretty much has to walk on eggshells around eachother.
I consider myself to be a generally empathetic and diplomatic person. I never intend to hurt anyone's feelings and I haven't really found myself in situations where I had put my foot in my mouth bad and caused problems ..but my goodness I would be SO nervous about what to say and how to act around this group bc the things that really harp on and won't let go of can be really surprising sometimes. It really doesn't seem like a group of friends at all... they really have to watch thier words and actions ...but Shanice just acts any old way says whatever she wants, prances around naked, cries the second anyone says anything about her ..and gets away with it!!
We've seen the screenshot from her ex... that wasn't normal behavior. If I guy I was interested in saw those and then wasn't interested in me anymore bc of it I'd have to own it.
But Alex is the bad guy for airing on the side of caution and not wanting to proceed any further with her...and Jasmine is the bad guy for bringing it up at dinner bc it was a topic being rumbled around the house and actually needed to be spoken about.
The way she carried on about the worst dressed comment too...my goodness!! I'm sure I wouldn't love being named worst dressed but she HAS chosen dome odd outfits. I noticed a few very odd cut tops or pants in season 1... Those (to me) ugly clothes could've cost $1000 for all I knew ...its not about the designer or the cost ...its just about how it looks... So for her to turn into "I don't have money and can't afford clothes and that was so mean" was just babyish.
Idk she is just really immature and I just don't see how she manages to skate by in that particular group who are quick to call people out SO often

I have been dating a guy since Last Summer and I thought we had amazing chemistry and we're really close and probably were going to end up getting married. He would talk about our future and about doing all kinds of things together. He is supposed to move in with me next month and we're going to share expenses which would be really good for me because the bills are very high for me. He has stopped kissing me and calling me beautiful and sweet name is in the last week. And I asked him today what was up and he said that he doesn't think we have any chemistry. This is rather shocking because we in my opinion have amazing chemistry and have had it for the last 10 months. He says that we should live together and just be roommates and that he doesn't want anything more than friendship now. I still could use somebody to spit the bills with me but my question is this can chemistry just suddenly die? Nothing happened between him and I two weeks ago we were making love all the time and it seemed amazing and today he just says he wants to be friends. I am so confused and upset How could somebody just suddenly say there's no chemistry and what does he mean by no chemistry

My name is Nathan. I've made some really great friends here on Reddit and it would be pretty cool if you could be the next one.
When I'm not working I spend most of my time either watching shows or playing video games. I like to play some PC games like Dota 2 and Stellaris. Recently Baulders Gate 3 has consumed my life. I also have a switch that I play Zelda and a few other games on. Also, can't forget hanging out with my dogs.
I'm a big hockey fan, unfortunately my team kinda sucks.
I'm a huge fan of Critical Role and DnD in general. Also can't forget Star Wars.
I travel a lot for work, so I have a lot of free time when I'm not working.
I have no idea what else to say so, all I ask is you please be at least 18+ thanks.

I wrote a full-length musical about baseball two years ago (lyrics and libretto; it’s never had music). I’ve been very proud of that accomplishment, but I know it needs a lot of work before it can get anywhere. Like, it probably needs a full rewrite. I’m just so lost as to how to approach this. I think my issue is that I’m a much better lyricist than librettist, and I am struggling to see how to make this work.
I’ve already made significant conceptual changes to the show: I have truncated it from an A Chorus Line-esque musical in which every character gets their own realization of the main theme to there being three characters who embody the themes. This deepened the three characters’ personalities and problems, rather than having such shallow characters spread out among the team. I think this will be a good change. But I’m just… unsure of where to go from here. Part of me thinks I should find a librettist or playwright to collaborate with, because I have been having such a hard time figuring out the plot structure and writing the scenes.
And then there’s the issue of the lyrics. I like a lot of the songs I wrote for this musical, but I wonder how much of that is because 1) they’re mine and 2) they’re from my first musical. I’ve been working steadily on writing songs since starting the baseball musical two years ago. Today, I looked back at some of the songs I wrote for it, and for the first time I found myself very critical and dissatisfied with them. Which I suppose is good — it means I’ve improved over the last two years. My stance on certain lyrical elements has evolved — for example, I am less fond of imperfect rhymes these days, and very picky about what kinds I use and how I use them.
But now I’m just staring at this project and overwhelmed at how to approach it. I can visualize some aspects of this show: I know how I want the music and the dancing to work with the story. I don’t want it to be a sung-through musical. But every musical I have written so far (1 1/2 full musicals since this baseball one) has been sung-through, including this one. Mostly because it’s so much easier for me to write lyrics than dialogue. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good sung-through musical. I just don’t think that’s the right move for this one. There’s so much you can do with a distinction between speech and song. I really do want to explore that. Obviously, though, playwriting is hard. So I find myself leaning on my crutch — the fact that lyrics are easier for me — and not practicing my dialogue so much. It’s getting to the point where I wonder if I should just be writing concept albums or song cycles instead of fleshed out musicals, or if I should find a collaborator. Ideally — and I’m trying to do this — I would keep pushing through and churn out lots of book scenes for practice until I get better at it. Dialogue has always been the hardest thing for me to write, even when I was writing novels.
I’m just frustrated right now. Thanks for reading this rant.

I haven’t used this app before but I’m desperate for advice so please bear with me. Also please keep in mind I am very quiet and try to think and act rationally because I had to mature at a young age and think & act like an adult I try to avoid conflict no matter how I truly feel because its all I get at home. (I come from a bipolar abusive household) All fake names btw. A little background my ex is very well known in my town and he still has feelings for me and everyone who knows him has been trying to break up me and my boyfriend and get me back together with him. Now to the story: I 17f and my now ex bf 17m got in a big fight last Saturday and i don’t know how to fix it. Saturday night was prom. My parents wouldn’t let me go, they said my grades weren’t good enough (mainly b’s and c’s) and it was a waste of money. My mom suggested I still dress up like I’m going to prom but instead go to dinner and a movie with my friends since it’s cheaper and prom is boring anyway. I told my friends this and they were all on board. However my best friend’s boyfriend is moving across the country this summer so they changed their minds and decided to go to prom. I was fine with this decision since it’s her only chance to have a prom with him and I could still go out with my boyfriend. My boyfriend’s mom however decided he was going to prom with or without me. So everyone was now going except for me. I have a friend 18f (Anna) who graduated last year that offered to take me out with her and her boyfriend (Brandon) so that I wasn’t just sitting at home alone. My parents were somewhat okay with this and we got in a couple arguments over it for a few weeks leading up to prom a couple days before prom my parents changed their minds again and decided I can go so I went out with the money I saved and bought the dress my boyfriend liked (shown above). Later that night my parents changed their minds again and decided I can’t go to prom or hangout with Anna and Brandon. Everyone was getting pissed off and I was upset because I had just bought a dress. The next day (the day before prom) I told my boyfriend I can’t go and would try to sleepover and my other friends house but I wasn’t sure if I could since i had auditions after school, wasn’t sure if she was busy, and it was last minute and I didn’t want to be rude inviting myself like that. I got home from auditions and my parents said I could go with Anna the next day. The day of prom i got up early since my mom said she wanted to do my hair for me before I left. So I got up and find out 3 of our cars aren’t starting (we have a few old classic cars) so I had to help push the cars and watch my little brother while my parents dealt with the cars by the time they were done I had to leave and my mom was upset she couldn’t help me get ready I left and walked over to breakfast with Anna. We finished eating and were waiting on Brandon to get there to pick us up and he was over an hour late, he sat down and ate and when we left it was around 11:15 and we were supposed to go talk pictures with my mom and leave to the arcade at 12. We had no time for pictures anymore and my mom was pissedddd. She stopped responding to me and was beyond mad. We go pick up my clothes and go to Anna’s parent’s house because it’s closer than her house. We finished getting ready it’s about 11:30 and her parents still aren’t home. I talked to Anna about the pictures since it was really important to my mom, she pulled out her phone and texted for a minute then took me a couple houses down to my ex’s house because his mom (Susan) was home and is like a mother to Anna. She had asked my Susan to take a couple pictures really quick so we could leave because it was getting close to noon and we had to get going. I started thinking this is really weird we could just have Brandon take a couple pictures but whatever it’ll be fine. Then Susan’s boyfriend comes out which I thought was weird but again it’s whatever. Then the disaster hit, she called my ex Trevor to come out, I start to worry like wtf is going on, Susan dug through a drawer for a minute and tossed a blue tie at him and told him to put it on. He did and she made him get in the pictures with us, I start panicking like Wtaf is going on now, I asked Anna and she said to just smile we’re taking pictures, so I do and I’m uncomfortable, they put him next to me and I’m leaning away from him and facing away cause wtf but its okay just stay calm its just a picture and I can leave right? We go to leave and Brandon’s car wont start. Susan gives us a ride because we had no other way to leave and she said they already had plans there anyway it’s no big deal. I was already uncomfortable and thinking it’s sketchy. I go to text my boyfriend to tel him whats going on and he starts texting me about how he’s miserable and wants to kill himself. I was trying not to freak out and calm him down because he also comes from an abusive household and has tried to kill himself before. So I started texting him trying to distract him and me being happy cheers him up so I was telling him I was happy and having so much fun so he wouldn’t get more upset and go over the edge. We leave and Susan drives up and we get out and I thought she had left but 5 minutes or so later they walk in, turned out she was parking the car and is staying with us. I was beyond uncomfortable and called my mom but she wouldn’t answer. I was stuck there I told Anna I was uncomfortable and I was told I was just nervous because I don’t leave my house much and needed to relax. I was like okay I’ll just try to stay away from them, so I go over to the little arcade by the bowling alley by myself while they all go to set up bowling, I came back and sat down for a minute, everyone was doing horrible at bowling so I tried, Susan was talking about the scoreboard and taking pictures and I was walking backwards looking at the board and forgot about the ledge that separates the bowling floor from the normal floor and slipped off and tripped on my dress since it drags on the floor and fell. I tried getting up and kept slipping on my dress Trevor was sitting right behind where I fell and leaned forward I put my arms around his neck to pull myself up and he put his arm around my shoulders and behind me knees I was confused and he picked me up off the floor, and slid me onto him lap on his lap. I sat there in shock for a second trying to process the boldness of him doing that. He had moved his arm to go across my thighs holding onto the outer thigh holding me to him and his other hand moved to my arm holding where it was on his shoulder. I looked at him uncomfortable said thanks for the help and asked him to let go of me his grip was really tight he looked at me all smug but then let me go I got up and sat and the other table for a minute trying to process to feeling of knowing if he really wanted to try something id be powerless against him I then talked to Anna and Brandon and Brandon kept Trevor bowling with Anna and I went off to play games at the bigger arcade on the other side of the building. I started cheering up and actually having fun with it being just me and her and was texting my boyfriend (Nate) the whole time trying to cheer him up and keep him distracted. The others had finished their two games of bowling and told us we were going to dinner. I was so relieved thinking finally, I get to leave after this. I was the last one inside the restaurant because people behind me were stepping on my dress and my feet hurt so I was walking slower they all sat down and only spot left was next to Trevor. I almost started to cry I was already uncomfortable told him that at least 5 times just while sitting there and it got brushed off every time. Susan pulled her phone out told me to scoot closer so she could talk a picture I was trying to stay calm and just get through the dinner so I smiled for her picture but kept my hand on the bench so I could push myself away from him the second it was over. I almost had a break down sitting there and we when we finally left they took us went back to the bowling alley because Susan’s boyfriend wanted to play pool and it wasn’t open until after we had dinner. I went to the bathroom and cried for a second because I was so uncomfortable and just wanted to leave. They had taken over the whole day that was supposed to originally be me, my boyfriend, my best friend, and her boyfriend. I cleaned myself up and came back out and just played more games until we finally left. I got home 5 minutes late and my parents screamed at me for two hours and I started to get a crippling pain in my abdomen as they yelled at me and sat on the floor for most of it. When they finished I went to my room and called Nate he told me about how horrible his day was and how he didn’t even go to prom I broke down crying because of what happened and my parents yelling at me and because if he told me he wasn’t going anymore i would’ve taken him with me and it all could’ve been avoided and was in so much pain I passed out. I was supposed to sneak out and go to his house that night and I could barely move so I didn’t. I woke up in the middle of the night and sat up thinking about how to tell Nate about what happened. I decided it was a conversation to have in person so I chose to wait until Monday to sit down and talk to him since he was still in a suicidal mind set and I didn’t want this to be the cherry on top. However what I didn’t know was Susan had taken a picture of when I had fallen and he picked me up and posted it. (Images included above) The mom of a friend of a friend saw the picture sent it to my best friend’s (Avery) boyfriend (Alex) and Alex sent it to Nate. Blowing everything up and now he’s barely talking to me, I talked to everyone and got proof of what I was saying is true that I didn’t cheat and now Alex and Avery believe me but now the situation its affecting Avery and Alex’s relationship and Alex is yelling at me for talking to Avery about how I’m feeling and stressing her out and now Alex is ignoring me. Nate says he needs space and I’ve been trying to give it to him but he means everything to me and im not going to just throw this away because people jumped to conclusions. Everyone is trying to ignore it and forget it happened and it’s not working because problems keep arising. I believe we all need to sit down and talk rationally and calmly because you cant just put a bandaid on a bullet hole and expect it to stop bleeding. I would gladly accept any advice and help on how to address this and fix things between my friends. P.s. it was later confirmed that Anna and Susan had planned it all out so I’d get back together with Trevor

Question: Why did the community at large not advocate and support the Siris-enjoyers who did not like the changes made to their waifu, but instead were mocked, insulted, and attacked? I would have thought preserving waifus would be one of the central pillars on this crusade of sorts that some of the community attest belonging to.

This is not necessarily a discussion about if the changes to Siris are “good” or “bad,” but rather examining why there has been such vitriol and even mockery thrown at those Siris-enjoyers and those adjacent who voiced their dislike of the changes. In looking at some of the various responses, I have attempted to establish a trend in the language used and the connotations that I feel point to the otherizing of these Siris-enjoyers. I argue that this is not done reasonably, but rather an outgrowth of the demands for hyper-conformity and filtering combined with the paranoia and circumspection to detect any intrusion by actual outsiders. That while providing a safe-space, by its severity also limits individual autonomy. Finally, I express what I believe are the underlying reasons for why the changes to Siris are seemingly important and necessary for those seeking to maintain this space.

If you want to skip to the main point of my argument, scroll down to the Main Argument line.
Note: When I speak of “Siris-enjoyers” I am specifically referring to those who did not like the change to Siris. This is not to exclude other Siris-enjoyers who like the change, nor to condone any negativity that these Siris-enjoyers have experiences. Rather I am focusing on the associations being made of the dissatisfied Siris-enjoyers in order to have their dissatisfaction and arguments automatically disregarded by the community. If this is something you feel I should have looked into and mentioned, please let me know in the comments about your experiences and thoughts.

The Responses

With the upcoming release of the new Siris, there have been mixed feelings in the community about the changes made to her. Overall, it seems there is strong vocal approval or indifference. However, many Siris-enjoyers have expressed their dissatisfaction with these changes, in particular the significant increase of the breast size, loss of ahoge, uninspired default outfit design, and in general the sense that this is “#notmySiris.” Among the usual responses of positivity, indifference, and sympathy towards the changes, there were also some charged responses that ridiculed, or attacked the disapprovers. I want to look at a few of the relevant responses. (There was much more I wanted to touch upon, but for brevity’s sake and staying on topic they are omitted.)
Note: I am not trying to call out individuals here, but coalesce the relevant ones. They are not necessarily word-for-word as I wanted to provide some anonymity.
”Do you want the game to die?” or “The game is going to die if they listen to you.”
These responses refer to the games troubled beginnings before the pivot toward fan-service. However, they are conflating the dissatisfaction and want to have a more faithful iteration that Siris-enjoyers have as wanting to regress the game away from fan-service and by extension, “killing the game”, with a desire to have consistency in the characterization of their waifu. By echoing the past state of the game and associating the Siris-enjoyers with the original playerbase, who have become synonymous with the “Other” who want the game to die, the reasonable request and intent is lost.
”If you don’t like it, just quit.”
Now there is some nuance here. There are individuals who say this out of genuine sincerity because sometimes we are on ‘copium’ and they can, as an unaffected outsider, give us perspective. Life is short, sometimes shorter than we expect and people would be happier elsewhere than chasing after a pipedream. On the other hand, there are individuals who reply in this manner with the subtext of, “I don’t want you here because I think you will ruin my game/fun. This game is for me now, not for you so get out.” It has become hostile and adversarial. Here I fail to see how a more consistent character design for the new Siris would significantly affect the broader playerbase negatively. Rather because of the unilateral, and unsolicited change the devs have made, Siris-enjoyers are the ones who are negatively affected. This feels like an automatic response where any opposition is associated with those trying to affect the game negatively in their view such as with censorship. It immediately dismisses and devalues the Siris-enjoyer unfairly. Furthermore, it is rare that someone enjoys everything about a game, and despite some dissatisfaction, people are allowed to continue playing and enjoy the elements of the game they do like.
”Ahahahahaha. (I am laughing at your loss Siris-enjoyers.)”
Why would someone laugh and rejoice at the loss some Siris-enjoyers are experiencing? Their waifu have been so altered that they see this new Siris as being one in name-only. It is because for the chucklers these Siris-enjoyers have become the “Other,” and not their fellow players. The “Other” that they both fear and ridicule at the same time. Because who else, but the “Other” would be disappointed with bigger breasts? These Siris-enjoyers have exposed themselves by their dissatisfaction. Therefore “we” won; “They” lost.

Main Argument

CN bro: “I want the old Siris back.” CN Bros: “If you don’t like it, go play Genshin.”
This response is significant. This is a CN bro, probably a member of the crusade so to speak, and yet when voicing his dislike of the changes to what he feels is his community, a community he feels that he belongs to, relates to, gets respect, acknowledgment, understanding, is then told to play Genshin Impact, the game that the “Other” plays. The game that had betrayed them. The game that had been taken over by the “Other.” Their waifus ruined. He is told that if he does not like it, he is the same as “Them.” That he is not one of their own, but one of “Them,” and that he should play the game that “They” play. He is not wanted here. This CN bro is not what they would call a “tourist” or “Woke” or “Puritan” or “feminist” or “water army” or “mihoyo army” or “XXN.” And yet he is regarded as such just because he wants his waifu back. So where does that CN bro go? The outside already marginalizes and oppresses him, and now the group he felt like he belonged to tells him to either shut-up, like it, and stay in a place that does not care to want him, or leave to the Other side. Why is this? Isn’t the ‘fight,’ a fight for the waifus?
This is my takeaway: Those that feel that they have been wronged, oppressed, disrespected, laughed at, and marginalized from their previous spaces by the majority populace have gained power by becoming the majority in this one. While spaces like these may eliminate the oppression they feel from the outside, and gives freedom to its members to express and do what they could not elsewhere. The increasing demands of conformity to prove one’s membership, commitment, and diligence, as well as the ever-present fear of influence and invasion by the other-side, paradoxically, narrows any individual’s autonomy. Because the space is aggressively seeking to filter for outsiders and has become so conformist, that it becomes extremely sensitive to any deviation combined with the paranoia of imminent invasion by the outside as well as the possibility of the infiltration of bad actors from within. Those who speak out are immediately treated with suspicion and labelled as outsiders or the enemy.
But these Siris-enjoyers are not outsiders or the enemy. They just want their adorable goldfish back. Sadly, it seems as if their ahoge was taken from them, just as it was elsewhere in the past and from a place they left, to only happen somewhere they believed could be home.
Unfortunately, I do not believe there can be a course-reversal in this instance. For me it seems as if the changes to Siris not only add to the counterpoint to the push for fan-service over all else, it also is proof of their mastery over this domain, but also acts as a defiant taunt to “the Other side” about their untouchable, conquered territory. To them this is a display of their victory.

Other Remarks.

These are other thoughts I am having that I think warrant additional discussion, but are slightly out of scope to the already lengthy discussion I have presented.
A separate discussion might revolve around why the devs made these changes. The simple answer maybe just: Money. While no case-study can be done here, I would posit that if Siris was kept more in line with her original model, while the overall revenue would be lower (as bigger booba = more money) and the pulling demographics would shift, it would not be that much lower for the patch itself. I base this on a few things. 1) The new Siris outfit would draw people to pull for her. 2) Katya is a much-wanted operator for newcomers and is a “must-pull.” 3) Given Katya is a must-pull, her new outfit is a way to squeeze out more money. 4) Nurse Enya’s interaction will be more developed, and those who were on the fence might buy-in now. If the devs made these changes just as a whim, I think that would be most troubling.
It is also becoming more apparent that there is still lag from their increased revenue and investment back into development with new hires and getting them up to speed. If they are not able to increase production capacity/quality soon, I fear it may cause many impatient players to abandon. There is a lot of anticipation and expectation going into the first anniversary and if they do not deliver it might be a bad time. It is probably a very stressful, tiring period for the dev team right now. Hopefully when everything does come online, they will be able to make significant strides.
Does Siris’s change set a precedent for the original operatives? Perhaps only for Nita’s 5-star release. I find it doubtful they will go back and significantly change the older models as they already have their 5-star versions. Frita-peeps are safe.
My last point will be that even if the devs come to feel that they had gone too far with Siris’s changes they will probably not want to publicly acknowledge it due to how it will be interpreted by some in the community. This may also present a problem with Nita’s future 5-star release. If Nita releases without an “upgrade” this may be interpreted as the devs backtracking or being submissive. This would also upset the Siris-enjoyers a second-time as why the arbitrary changes? Furthermore, because the change to Siris was so drastic, if Nita does get an upgrade it might also have to be as drastic a change as Siris’s to avoid any suspicions. I do not know if the devs fully realized the possible consequences of their actions given the knife-edge the company must walk on.
There are people who genuinely want to improve this game and not ruin your enjoyment of it. People who have different experiences and knowledge and focuses. It would be a shame if we shut out their voices.

I wrote a full-length musical about baseball two years ago (lyrics and libretto; it’s never had music). I’ve been very proud of that accomplishment, but I know it needs a lot of work before it can get anywhere. Like, it probably needs a full rewrite. I’m just so lost as to how to approach this. I think my issue is that I’m a much better lyricist than librettist, and I am struggling to see how to make this work.
I’ve already made significant conceptual changes to the show: I have truncated it from an A Chorus Line-esque musical in which every character gets their own realization of the main theme to there being three characters who embody the themes. This deepened the three characters’ personalities and problems, rather than having such shallow characters spread out among the team. I think this will be a good change. But I’m just… unsure of where to go from here. Part of me thinks I should find a librettist or playwright to collaborate with, because I have been having such a hard time figuring out the plot structure and writing the scenes.
And then there’s the issue of the lyrics. I like a lot of the songs I wrote for this musical, but I wonder how much of that is because 1) they’re mine and 2) they’re from my first musical. I’ve been working steadily on writing songs since starting the baseball musical two years ago. Today, I looked back at some of the songs I wrote for it, and for the first time I found myself very critical and dissatisfied with them. Which I suppose is good — it means I’ve improved over the last two years. My stance on certain lyrical elements has evolved — for example, I am less fond of imperfect rhymes these days, and very picky about what kinds I use and how I use them.
But now I’m just staring at this project and overwhelmed at how to approach it. I can visualize some aspects of this show: I know how I want the music and the dancing to work with the story. I don’t want it to be a sung-through musical. But every musical I have written so far (1 1/2 full musicals since this baseball one) has been sung-through, including this one. Mostly because it’s so much easier for me to write lyrics than dialogue. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good sung-through musical. I just don’t think that’s the right move for this one. There’s so much you can do with a distinction between speech and song. I really do want to explore that. Obviously, though, playwriting is hard. So I find myself leaning on my crutch — the fact that lyrics are easier for me — and not practicing my dialogue so much. It’s getting to the point where I wonder if I should just be writing concept albums or song cycles instead of fleshed out musicals, or if I should find a collaborator. Ideally — and I’m trying to do this — I would keep pushing through and churn out lots of book scenes for practice until I get better at it. Dialogue has always been the hardest thing for me to write, even when I was writing novels.
I’m just frustrated right now. Thanks for reading this rant.

But also lack any want or need to be a boss yourself?
I feel like this is a type of ADHD curse, whereas I consistantly have a boss or supervisor in my career that is good at their job, but also kinda dumb on other fronts.
Specifically understanding CAD drawings.
For me - I was never some A student - but have always just known how to do stuff, and my work is technical, so I am just very intense with my it, and am quick to defend my craft.
Been doing it a long time, so I’m good at it.
And when people tell me I need to simplify, when I’m already dumbing shit way down - it frustrates TF out of me!
Why does is fall on me to slow down when the pack can’t keep up?!
If a baseball player was having an MVP season, would the coach suggest he play down to his teammates?
Maybe, but what is that team dynamic like?
Anyway, mostly just rant….
Get back from vacation, find out that in my absence, a guy running a CNC machine was having a hard time understanding my drawings. This guy has been building shit for 30+ years, can’t read basic section details? He makes noise - now I have to have my boss ask me if there is a way to simplify some things…??
Ok, fine - sometimes you gotta give them what they want, I can do that - but what really annoyed me was a suggestion I do my drawings like a guy I work with - and that’s a red line, lol.
They might love his style, but imo, it’s hot garbage.
Simplify, fine - change my style? Never.
I’ll get a new job if it’s a continuing issue before I change and take away from my game.
TBH - I don’t even know how to dumb shit down to a certain level with losing the integrity of my work. My name is on this shizz, atleast my initials - and my reputation.
Rant over.

Throwaway account.
TL;DR I’m 23(F) I have no friends and I never have, no hobbies, no dreams, no special events to look forward to, bad childhood. I’m depressed, have anxiety, PTSD, don’t love myself and i sincerely think I’ve cried almost every day now for 3+ months except for a few days. I’m a functioning depressed person.
How do I fix myself so I can live a good life?
I feel alone and I feel silly for asking Reddit for help but in my mind I’m so desperate this is like screaming into the void and I’m hoping a voice will scream back at me.
Basically, I was raised by two awful people. My biological father is a rapist and a pedophile who took advantage of me and my half sisters and my biological mother has BPD, anxiety, and never knew how to raise a child on her own. She was also physically and verbally abusive. My father used to threaten to kill my mother and I would witness this at 5 years old. He started abusing me physically, sexually, and psychologically at age 4-7. My mom was a flight attendant and he was a stay at home dad so he was “perfect” the days she was home but when she was gone he would starve me, lock me in the closet if I wasn’t a good girl. I remember I used to sneak into the kitchen to eat crackers from the bottom cabinets and drink water. The only other time I ate is when he took me with him to client meetings. I suspect to show he was so “loving and kind of a father.”
He was also a severe alcoholic and cocaine addict. He was never sober. On top of that, my nanny at the time was sexually abusing me as well but I didn’t speak up because who would believe a kid that is getting sexually abused by not only their dad but their female nanny. She made me do things that I still feel guilty about today. Because of my safety, my mother and I ran away when I was around 7 and I had to be homeschooled. So for a while my life was a revolving door of random men coming in and out of my life. Mom’s boyfriends that never panned out.
My father is such a monster that he threatened to kill my therapists, my family members, anyone who helped us so a lot of family cut us out of their life. The school found out because he went to my private school and made a scene about how he never raped me so parents didn’t allow my friends to talk to me anymore. On top of that, he said my mother was a liar to anyone who would listen and he was really good at manipulating people so even my own grandfather didn’t believe me or my mom for a very long time. I suspect he still doesn’t to an extent. We went to court constantly where I had to see my abusive father and the interviewers used to call me a liar and would tell me “if you don’t tell the truth your daddy will go to jail and you’ll be a bad person/etc.” no one ever believed me. Sometimes my mom would be so frustrated with me she would also beat me and kick me out of the house. Going to court, being beaten, threatened to be abandoned, told to kill myself because she “can’t stand weak people” is all things I went through from ages 7-13.
My mom lost herself and I ended up having to feed myself, care for myself, make my meals. My mom was gone most days so I spent my days alone in whatever friend of my mom’s house or hotel we were staying in at the time. I became my mom’s therapist: her mood depended on me.I became the mom.
Back to the homeschooling part, I was pulled out of school at age 7 until I was 14. I’ve also been to many schools throughout my life - never stayed one place more than a couple of years. All the abuse, neglect, being kicked out, being homeless for my entire childhood, couch surfing, etc made me into a very weird kid/teenageadult. There was a period in my life where I was very violent in middle school to the point where even the violent kids didn’t bully me (later on I became quiet and began being bullied) As a child, the abuse made me into a weird kid that would hide under tables, fight with the boys and hit them, bite my male teachers. I became a select mute until I was a teenager - then I just became a quiet teenager.
Finally, after years of my mom and I moving around the country and leaving countries and my dad stalking my school, our friends houses, threatening to kill my mom/etc, showing up to my middle schools unannounced, he left us alone. So I always lived with the fear that my father who raped me and I watched almost kill my mother twice would find me. It wasn’t until we finally got a restraining order on him at around age 11 that he stopped showing up to my school and the houses of the few friends we had we stayed with.
In middle school later years I became bullied because I went through a period where I looked like a boy and objectively: I was ugly and on top of that super weird. I was a weird child. I’m being honest not rude. I was weird - I had no hygiene and no social skills. The girls bullied me relentlessly: would invite me over to treat me poorly at their house, spread rumors about me, made fun of me for sleeping with a stuffed animal, pretended to be my crush over text to ask me out to the school dance, boys would laugh at me and I was called slurs and names. They also found out I was sexually abused by my dad and from then on I was told I was a whore and weirdo who slept with her father on purpose. Boys made fun of me for it and girls questioned me about it. No one wanted to be friends with the girl that slept with her dad. This continued onto high school until about junior year when I moved and then I was just a super quiet girl. I finally started to grow into my looks. The bullying went from she’s(me) ugly and weird to just she’s really really weird. I also lost friends because I picked up bad habits: I was manipulative and didn’t know how to be a friend. I admit that and I feel guilty for it.
The only friend I ever had was in juniosenior year of highschool. He was kind to me and because of how deep I was in my depression I pushed him away end of senior year and we stopped being friends. Freshman year of college I had a gut feeling for weeks to reach out to him and apologize nd one day I found out he had committed suicide. I still feel so guilty and I can’t forgive myself for it. I know it’s not my fault but if I had just reached out and told him I was sorry maybe I could have changed something.
In college I was still weird and I entered a new era where I was finally getting male gratification and because of years of not having male attention, having daddy issues, being sexually abused as a child, bullied by men in my grade from middle school until highschool, I embraced it. I became hyper sexual. I was happy I finally got the attention I craved. I was a “slut”, I only cared about boys, I put myself in dangerous situations and women did not like me - and I don’t blame them. So I had no friends, and then my guy friends got tired of me just being a girl who took advantage of her newfound “glow up” to play with men’s feelings - which I did. I was not seductive. I became what society describes as a slut. I was the girl equivalent of a player and I hurt good men. I do not blame people for not liking me. I really didn’t like myself at the time and I still don’t now.
I would drink 4-6 days a week, I was constantly high on weed and I mean from the moment I woke up to before bed I was high or drunk or both. Mostly both. Got sent to standards in my sorority often for failing grades and poor behavior. again, I don’t blame them. It’s all entirely my fault. I spent my college life drinking my life away and abusing drugs. I also developed an eating disorder at the time too - one I still have.
One fall semester in college, in the middle of my binge drinking I got raped once and then another time I didn’t have my wishes respected which I have not admitted out loud except for once because I know what society thinks of girls who’ve been raped and sexually assaulted. I say I think because my friends at the time said both instances were rape - I don’t know. I don’t like to think about it. One guy I was really belligerently drunk with and he refused to put a condom on and I passed out. The other guy I had told him that I was too drunk to have sex - I begged him to not have sex with me because in that moment I knew I was too drunk. I had passed out and I woke up because I felt him inside me and on top of me. I’ve had sex really drunk before with other men and in my mind it was consensual but not these two. It’s been 3 years since it happened and I still have nightmares, I still feel guilty and ashamed. I know people won’t believe me because of my past as a sexually promiscuous woman. During this time I went to the local crisis center many nights because I wanted to die. I tried telling some people but they didn’t believe me and I heard rumors that I had asked for it etc so I shut up and never told a soul again.
I now have a partner but I self sabotage because everything about my childhood was triggered by what happened in college.
Being abused stunted me emotionally. I feel like my whole life stunted me as a person. I feel like I struggle with making friends or even speaking to others. But I want to clarify that I do not think women are dramatic or “too much” nor do I think that i am “one of the boys.” I am scared of hurting people and I’m afraid I don’t trust women or men. I can’t selfregulate very well but I try.
I don’t know how to resolve myself. I feel like a rundown house that I’m trying to fix. One day I feel like I’ve fixed the leaking faucet only to find out the basement is flooded.
Here is my situation: Ive no friends, no family, no hobbies, no college degree because i dropped out, im severely depressed. Where should i start to fix my life?
Thank you for reading my super long post and I’m sorry if it was confusing and a mess.

Recently I was looking to purchase a Tesla Model Y at Cargurus and found a great deal on a Tesla Model Y performance that was listed but the location was in Hinsdale Illinois with the dealership being listed as Bill Jacobs Land Rover in Hinsdale Illinois and I went on contacted the dealership and had one of the sales agent reaching back, everything was going perfect we even had a FaceTime call with him showing me the state of the vehicle with the imperfections and everything on Friday may 24 I proceeded with the deposit of $3000 for a car that was worth $31000 and had my credit pulled and settled for a monthly payment but because I live in Maine the final agreement had to be done in front of notary and the sales agent advised me that on Monday the 27 I would have a notary calling me to finalize the paperwork to my surprise the only phone call I had was at 7:00 pm EST of the sales person notifying that he had resigned of his position and that I had to call the dealership the next day to finalize the deal I found it a bit strange but I couldn’t ask him about more details since it was not my problem but when I called on Tuesday May 28 the person that I spoke with on the phone was hesitant to speak when he heard my name he even lied that’s the sales managers where in a urgent meeting but after I hang up 3 minutes the same number called at this point it was the sales manager and he started mumbling words until he said that he was sorry that his team messed up and the sold the car on Monday the 27 through a customer that drove by and that the he was frustrated with the incident I hang up and called the sales person that I first dealt with and he then explained that he resigned because of it and that the sales manager was happy with the situation because he was on a rush of completing their monthly quota and that selling the car in first hand was a great idea and that the would call me to lie about what happened to car but the only reason the couldn’t lie anymore is because the sales agent decided to part way with them but in any case scenario I think this is a great example of dishonesty and that many dealers in the USA are not serious to their jobs especially when it comes to online sale I’m not sure what the consumer offices rules are but to be able to pull a customers credit then played around with identity to then sell the product in second hand is very absurd and this story is not a lie I have all the documentations and proofs the dealership name is Bill Jacobs Jaguar and Land Rover in Hinsdale Illinois

I've been playing stellaris for a little bit, but never finished the game before and decided I wanted to try out the Cosmogenesis as a Machine. Didn't give any buffs to the other empires or myself but pushed the years settings up so I didn't feel rushed while trying to figure everything out again.
Had a good time expanding my empire then turtling behind heavy checkpoints I created, lol. Once I finished building the Horizon Needle, I embarked mostly my entire empire with the expectation with those in the brain machine and about 3~ish robots on my home planet, not sure why they were left behind but it let me continue. It was cool reading the dialog but once I noticed that one of the buttons said I won the game, then I was put into spectator mode. I was able to get back to being my empire again, and I was a fallen empire which was cool, but for some reason there were ALOT of black holes scattered across the galaxy and my empire. Is the normal for when you win a game?
Not gonna lie I thought i was gonna get sent to a new galaxy or a special cut scene but it alright, I had fun.
I did enjoy playing as my empire but Im not sure if I should continue and re-expand or if yall recommend me to start a new game and try a new/different type of victory.
Also, will I be able to see this empire as a fallen empire im my other games? If so that would be really cool
There should be a few images, attached to this post, of my gameplay I thought was cool and the aftermath of winning the game and my steam achievement for winning the first time.
Found a \"Despicable Neutrals\" empire which was cool, found out that this was a bug later on.
I highlighted the original size of my empire before it shrank and became a fallen empire. I was able to claim the very center of the galaxy and got the \"My name is Ozymandias\" achievement, before wining, when the galaxy people didn't want to become my vasal and they attempted to fight me, and failed.
Found/Created a double black hole. Wasn't like that before as I had a a settlement their before I won.
I won B)
Also this was the planet in the top right~ish of the galaxy didn't go to it but not sure if its connect with the galaxy people, had zero Hyperplanes to it though.