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2023.02.02 22:10 Suspicious-Cup-8375 Mortar Empires multiplayer issues?

Me and my friend have been playing total war games since the release or Rome 2. We like the series and played with every Warhammer game as well. Unfortunately, with the release of Warhammer 3, we experienced some issues, but at least it worked fine in general. However, in Mortal Empires these issues reached a new level. We have a huge variety of these problems like desync errors, connection errors, crashes, sometimes the game just decides to close itself without a single error and etc. In the last few days we spent more time with watching loading screens and struggling in the main menu than playing the game. Unfortunately it’s became really unplayable. It’s sad because the game itself would be really enjoyable so that’s why I’m curious about your experiences with the multiplayer campaign.
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2023.02.02 22:10 putridfries Meta sucks, Zuck sucks, the whole company sucks.

The tech to make the meta verse better is years away. Augmented reality is where it’s at. Who wants to have a clunky machine on their head and not be able to see what’s around you??? Does anyone here own the goggle helmet??? How many people do you know are in the metaverse, or want to be?? Aren’t video games the same thing???
The company is making less than it was. I’m going to file a lawsuit for collecting my data on the basis that I did not fully comprehend the user agreement. I shouldn’t be expected to due to the length and use of jargon. I will make mark pay me for my data. Also he has access to everyone’s pictures and cameras and audio and this is illegal under laws.
The user agreement should state, “I mark Zuckerberg can watch and listen to you at any time and will sell this data” because that is what’s possible.
The expected eps was 2.22 and came in at a declining 1.76.
Just bought $170 puts, change my mind.
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2023.02.02 22:09 Trash_Tia Three years ago, I was a research student working on a remote island. We were out of lab rats, so our professor used us instead.

I can’t believe I finally got the guts to post this to social media.
After three years, I’m finally ready to tell our story.
I know I shouldn't. This is a huge risk, and I’m putting both myself and my friends in danger of being caught by some pretty bad people who are currently hunting us down.
My life as I knew it ended in 2020. (I would talk about how ironic it was that it had to be 2020, but I don’t have time to ramble). I was volunteering as a lab assistant for a college professor I was close to. After graduating at the top of my class, I had been offered the opportunity to assist him overseas as a voluntary research assistant. I should have been working in his usual lab at the college, but due to certain ethical issues he didn’t want to deal with on campus, he decided to fly his most promising students to his primary lab on a tiny Indonesian island. He took on six of us.
The top of his class, as well as students who seemed far too interested in what he was really working on. Normally, college professor’s would discourage curiosity when it came to their private lives and work, but he welcomed it, allowing certain students glimpses into the research he was working on under his façade. I can’t say I wasn’t curious about the paperwork I happened to glimpse, paperwork covered in special plastic seals brandishing TOP SECRET in bold lettering which was definitely intriguing.
Sure, I wanted to know what was so special about his research that it warranted that kind of seal, but it’s not like I broke into his lab unlike my colleagues. (You would think biology students would be smart, but those idiots didn’t stand a chance with the amount of security our college had).
I thought that would be a sure fire suspension, and it almost was until the professor himself had pardoned them before inviting the group alongside me to work with him on this secret project. I know I sound crazy for taking a voluntary job, but the job was on a tiny island just off of the coast of Indonesia—which meant I was working in paradise. It was like being on a permanent vacation. We had the beach at our disposal, and the local resort was just up the road. After sweating in the lab on weekdays, we headed to the private resort down the road from the lab.
Professor Quincy was a well-known local, so he had managed to get us free entry. I guess you could say I was living the dream. Three years prior, I was in my freshman year of college and I had no idea what I was doing with my life. Fast forward two years, and I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I was working in literal paradise.
It didn’t last long, of course. I had to wake up from my dream at some point, right? And I did.
March 2020.
I can’t remember which date it was. I just remember that it was right at the start of the pandemic, and I was supposed to be going home to see family I hadn’t seen in almost six months. Professor Quincy had been insistent we live and work with him for a certain amount of time, and then he would grant us permission to return home to see our family.
I couldn’t exactly argue against it. Like I said, and I will continue to elaborate through this post, our professor’s work was pretty private. Cell phones were not allowed, and internet access was limited. If I needed to phone home, I had to sign seven different forms to promise I wouldn’t leak any information on his work, and to declare that if I happened to do so I would be fired immediately and sent back to the US.
If that wasn’t enough, my parents would also be held accountable.
So, yeah. Obviously, I wasn’t going to start spilling our professor’s secrets.
It’s not like we were completely cut off. There was a phone in Professor Quincy’s office, as well as the reception at the dorms.
We were allowed three allocated phone calls a week. After a certain world event had enfolded, however, we were allowed to call our parents pretty much any time we wanted, as long as we signed those release forms. After a full day of none-stop paranoia and too much time skimming news articles on my laptop, I was itching to talk to mom. I just didn’t know how to tell her that I wouldn’t be seeing her in… I had no idea. The US borders were shutting, and I was at a loss what to do. If I am to be honest with you, I was terrified. This kind of thing only happened in movies, and there I was trying to figure out a way to tell my mom I wouldn’t be coming home—and I had no idea if I would ever be coming home again. The dorms were state of the art; a huge glass building with three floors. There was a gym, a swimming pool, and a girl’s and boy’s dorm on the top levels.
There were only six of us, so it was pretty fucking amazing. Sometimes in the summer when it was baking hot, like the kind of heat the human body can’t deal with, they opened the roof, and we would all lie in the reception area, drunk on cocktails from the resort.
But do you know what wasn’t state of the art?
The air-con.
I had grown accustomed to the stupid thing breaking every three days. Normally, I didn’t really care. I’d get a cold shower or stick my head in the freezer. That day, though, I had just been informed via email I wouldn’t be returning home for the foreseeable future. The thing was, I was so used to knowing things in advance. I knew when work was cancelled, or when I was getting sick. Though with this, I had no idea what the outcome would be. Nobody did. The planet was holding a collective breath. I couldn’t even ask for a possible date, because no one knew how this huge, insane, life-changing thing would play out.
Well, it could play out either one way or the other. And I had seen the movies. I knew the basis, or at least the fictional re-enactment.
So, sweating through baking heat, I sat cross legged on prickly carpet, squeezing the phone in my palmy hands. I could glimpse Kaian through the window, slumped on a sun-lounger with his head tipped back. He was frowning at an odd looking bird which was perched on the upper deck. It was early evening, and the sun was starting to set. God, I loved watching the sunset. It was like the sky had turned into cotton candy, streaks of burning red and pink enveloping crystal blue and dimming the sky, making it easier to get a good luck at the sun.
Kaian’s light brown hair exploded into hues of vivid red, and I was momentarily taken-aback by the sight—like the sky had set his hair on fire. Ever since meeting him in my freshman year, I’d had a crush on Kaian. Being half-Thai with striking features and a Hollywood smile, my ass was already on the floor.
However, after living with him for several months, and studying alongside him for years, I had come to realise he was more of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Not exactly a dick, but not the nicest either. Kaian was deaf and had become the sort of “jock” of our little research group. He had been the one to stage the break-in attempt into Professor Quincy’s lab. I always wondered if they really had discovered something—and blackmailed Quincy into letting them in on the research.
I wouldn’t put it past my classmates. They were as nutty as our professor. I was half-wishing mom didn’t answer. Then I would have no choice but to tell her through email, which was better.
Still though, I wanted to hear her voice, even if it was going to send me over the edge. When my mom’s voice crackled through the phone, I panicked and said the first thing which came to mind. “I’m... I’m staying here for a little longer.” I said. “I was told this morning I can’t come home.”
Mom was silent for a moment before she sighed. “Yeah.” I was surprised when she chuckled. “I figured that, sweetie.”
“You’re not mad?” I whispered.
She didn’t reply for a moment before sighing. “Why would I be mad? It’s not like you can help it.”
Squeezing the phone tighter, I turned away so Kaian couldn’t see me sobbing like an idiot. “It’s not for long,” I said, or rather lied. I wasn’t just trying to reassure my mother, I was desperate to make myself feel better too. “I think it’ll be late April, or maybe May. I’m not sure yet.”
“Well, I’m excited to see you.”
Nodding, I swallowed a wracking sob. “I’m excited to see you too, mom.”
“Are you eating well?”
“Uh, yeah. The food here is great.”
“How is work?”
She was avoiding elaborating on a conversation neither of us wanted to have, and I didn’t blame her.
“It’s fine,” I said, “We’ve been working in some pretty, uh… intense heat. But I’m fine. I just cool off in the sea.”
“That’s good.” I could sense my mother’s smile, and it made me feel ten times worse.
“How… how are things over there?”
Mom hummed. “There’s no toilet paper,” she laughed, “But we’re all fine. Your little brother is baking cookies. Do you want to talk to him?”
“No.” I said, far too fast. “I mean… I don’t have much time, and I wanted to talk to you.” I swallowed. “If that’s okay.”
“Of course, honey.” Mom’s voice felt like warm water coming over me, relieving my stiff muscles. “Oh! Your father just finished cleaning your room out the other day! You would not believe how much stuff we had to take to a yard sale. Do you remember that dollhouse you had?”
She cut me off. “Well, I’ve given it to Mrs Jason’s daughter. Do you remember Lucy?"
“Lucy.” I said, my mind elsewhere. “She was that kid… umm…”
“You held her at your auntie Christine’s birthday party, do you remember? She’s always asking about you. She thinks you’re a marine biologist.”
“Oh.” I said helplessly. Sensing movement, I twisted around to find Kaian heading up the stairs. Probably to his room.
Usually, Monday nights were reserved for the beach. After lights out, we headed down to the coves which were a three minute walk from the dorms to paddle in bioluminescent plankton illuminating the stuffy night.
It was like dipping your feet in liquid stars. From the look on my colleague’s face however, a sort of not-entirely-there frown, I doubted anyone was in the mood for our usual trip to the beach. Offering the boy a wave, I pulled my knees to my chest. I didn’t realise I’d left an awkward pause until mom cleared her throat loudly, snapping me out of my trance.
“Wren, did you hear what I just said?”
Mom only had to say my name to send my heart into my throat. “Honey, are you crying?”
I had to heave in a breath. “No.”
“You’re watching the news, aren’t you?”
“Mom, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Mom paused. “Wren, I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now, but I’m just a phone-call away.”
I nodded, my eyes burning. “I love you, mom.”
“I love you too, baby.” Mom’s voice hitched, and she was splintering. I could tell by her sharp breaths. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
That was the last time I ever spoke to my mother.
The sky was dark when I pulled open the door to my shared room and face-planted into my bed. Long after putting the phone down, I sat in the reception area and cried like an idiot. Then I went outside to attempt to read a book on a sun lounger, but with the lack of sun, and the fact that the outdoor light was broken, I gave up and retreated upstairs.
Riss, my roommate, was typing loudly on her laptop when I bothered lifting my head from my snot-drenched pillow.
She had been taking the news surprisingly well, despite her being the one in our group who was over-emotional. She was a natural redhead but had dyed her hair an odd pastel pink colour which was starting to come out. I could see her natural vivid red roots springing from her half-assed ponytail. “How’s your mom?”
Riss didn’t look up from her laptop screen, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. I glimpsed the word doc she had been working on earlier in the lab. We were supposed to type up all the findings from the days experiments earlier, and as usual Riss was the last to submit hers. She was the lazy daydreamer out of our group, often getting chastised for zoning out during lectures and falling asleep. Riss was smart though. Seriously smart. When she felt like it.
“Hello?” Riss slammed the space-bar. “How was the talk with your mom?”
“It was fine.”
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Riss hummed. “Come on, I know when you’re upset—fuck.” She hissed through her teeth, going to town on the backspace key. “Stupid fucking autocorrect.”
I didn’t reply for a moment, suffocating myself in my pillow. The air-con was broken again, so I was left to suffer, stewing in the same clothes I had been wearing all day. I needed a cold shower and something from the downstairs kitchen, but I couldn’t be bothered moving. Besides, Riss’s typing was comforting, lulling me into almost-slumber.
After a while of just basking in the sound of her typing, my roommate sighed loudly. I sensed her jump up from her bed and move to her desk. My roommate had a routine I was used to. After typing up her usually late reports, she jumped up, did some stretches, downed the bottle of water on her desk, and then jumped up and down with too much energy, awaiting the print out. Just as I thought, I cringed at the sound of our printer booting up. I hated the noise. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “It’s the end of the world as we know it.” Riss murmured with another loud, exaggerated sigh. “And we’re stuck in paradise.”
Refusing to lift my head from my pillow despite the heat, I scoffed into the material. “Stop saying that.”
“Stop saying what?”
“That it’s the end of the world.”
“I mean, it is. Certain events aside, have you seen the state of the ozone layer? Dude, we’re on a one way ticket to extinction.”
I really didn’t need Riss’s “comforting talks” right then. Her idea of reassuring was reminding me how many species were dying out.
“Uh-huh.” I said, cutting into the slightly manic polar bear rant. “Can we talk about something else.”
“But it’s true.” Riss chuckled. “The world is falling apart, and here we are trying to do the impossible.” She paused. “In one of the most beautiful places on the planet.” When I lifted my head to frown at her, my roommate was sprawled out on her bed, her ten page report awkwardly balanced on her chest. Riss’s eyes were somewhere else, delving into oblivion.
I couldn’t tell what she was feeling. She was smiling, but her eyes were sad. It had taken me a while, but eventually, after weeks and then months had gone by, I had gotten used to Professor Quincy’s research. It was hard to take in at first. Like, you have this huge secret and you can’t tell anyone—if you do you’re risking your own career. I imagined it as a neutron star collision going off in my head, an explosion of colours nobody else could see but us.
Locked away on this tiny island, we were the only ones who knew Quincy’s goal. There was one rule in the lab.
No emotions. We weren’t allowed to have emotions once stepping through the door. We had to stop being human for the sake of achieving successes and moving onto a different age. A better age. That’s what Quincy said, anyway. I wondered if Riss was thinking about the work we did earlier. She had broken down three times since starting, though she was getting better. Riss didn’t speak much after an awkward conversation we had about the end of the world, which bled into a conversation about The Walking Dead.
It fizzled out after I reminded her I was yet to finish it after dumping it halfway through season four. There’s not much to do in the dorm. I had my laptop and several dozen movies downloaded onto it, but I wasn’t in the mood to delve into fiction. I was falling asleep when our door flew open, and Riss almost catapulted her laptop across the room. My gaze flicked to the doorway, where Kaian stood, a scowl carved into his lips. It wasn’t unusual that my colleague was scowling or standing in our doorway. He was always the first one up on a morning, quick to wake everyone else up despite the sun not being up yet.
“Kaian?” Riss signed, her eyes glued to our damp-looking colleague. “What the hell?”
Looking at him, I could tell that Kaian wasn’t there willingly. His hair was a soaking mess plastered to his forehead, a plaid shirt clumsily buttoned over ratty shorts. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower. No, he didn’t just look like it.
I was sure Kaian had just gotten out of the shower. When he held up one hand, and started to furiously sign, the jingling noise brought my attention to the cuff attached to his left wrist. “Jem.” He signed his roommate’s name, and I resisted the urge to collapse back into bed. Nothing was good when Jem was involved. I loved my colleague, but the amount of stupid shit he had done since starting work on the island, he could make his own sitcom.
Riss groaned, shutting her laptop. She quickly signed, “What has he done now?”
Kaian’s expression twisted with fury. “What HASN’T he done?” He held up his wrist, signing manically. “He cuffed me to my bed!”
“Kinky.” I shot him a smile, and seeing his expression, I quickly regretted my words when his gaze flashed to a stuffed animal on the floor.
I had no doubt he wouldn’t aim for my face.
“What? Why did he cuff you your bed?” Riss was already pulling on her jacket. I jumped up too, slipping into my sandals.
“Rabbits.” Was all Kaian had to sign with wide eyes, before we were following him back down the dorm hallway, and down the stairs. I was practically falling over myself to keep up. Kaian ran in front, Riss stumbling beside him. If Jem was in the lab after hours, it wasn’t good. Ever since we made the switch from rats to rabbits, Jem had been very vocal that he was against it. But like Quincy said, we had to give up our humanity in that room. Our morals. Anything we thought, our opinions and emotions. We had to suppress it all.
Because once we started to give into them, our professor had proclaimed—that was when cracks would start to form. According to him, the first step in turning your back on science was giving into your humanity. I wasn’t quite there yet. It’s not like I didn’t have intrusive thoughts about saving the poor things, but Quincy had planted a very specific thought in our heads. If we rebelled, if we leaked information and went against him—our families were at risk of getting involved despite having nothing to do with it.
Jem had already submitted multiple complaints, and I didn’t blame him. But it’s not like we could all band together to stop Quincy’s experiments. Like I said, we were walking on eggshells around him and he was already a fairly paranoid man already. And morals and humanity aside, his work was pretty fucking incredible. Disgusting and inhumane? Yes, of course. But truly incredible. The lab was a five minute walk from the dorms. Riss was out of breath as we ran, and I glimpsed a full moon light up the darkening sky, illuminating oblivion in milky white light. “What I don’t understand,” she panted, “Is why cuff you to your bed?”
She turned to Kaian, who signed, “He knew I was going to tell someone. When I got out of the shower, he grabbed me and cuffed me to the frame.” The boy scowled. “I’m going to kill him.” By the time the three of us were throwing ourselves through the doors of the lab, pressing our identity badges over the mechanical lock, I was sweating. Bad. I think all three of us wanted to collectively murder our colleague. The lab was usually out of bounds after work hours, but sometimes Professor Quincy made exceptions if we needed to finish reports or collect data.
Riss was stabbing in the eight digit code to get into Quincy’s office, and I was struggling to catch my breath, keeled over with my hands on my knees. The building was usually lit up, even at night. I had spent countless after work hours typing up research reports and listening to music, comforted by the warm glow from the lights overhead. But that wasn’t the case on that particular night. A coil of dread began to unravel in my gut as we bound down the main hallway which was swamped in darkness. Riss made a joke about failed experiments lurking around us, and I elbowed her sharply in the gut.
Thankfully, Quincy’s main lab was lit up. When the door swung open with a loud beep, the three of us bound straight into a startled looking Jem—whose expression almost matched the ones of the dozen baby rabbits cradled to his chest. If Kaian resembled a Hollywood star, then this guy reminded me more of a punk kid—maybe a theatre kid too. Jem was the wildcard in our group. He wasn’t the smartest, and he struggled sometimes. But Quincy had admired the boy’s curiosity in his research. Jem’s hair was always a mess of dishevelled curls, and his outfit choices were… odd. For example, Jem had opted for wearing pajamas to his rabbit heist.
It was almost like he had an epiphany in his sleep and hurricane thoughts had led him right to the lab. For a moment, I was unsure whether to laugh or start yelling at him. Jem peeked at us under his hood, his eyes almost cartoonishly wide. Like he was a kid being caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. The subjects he was holding seemed to cling onto him, and I had a moment—just a moment—where I cracked slightly. Especially when the largest one’s tiny eyes found mine.
It was frightened, its claws digging into his sleeve. “I can explain.” Jem finally spluttered, pressing the rabbits closer to his chest. “This is animal abuse.” He said in a hiss. “You’re not really going to stand there and watch that bastard hurt these little guys, are you?” I was sure Jem was convinced he could get away with it by showing us the power of cuteness.
I can’t say it wasn’t working. God, the one in the middle with large floppy ears and a brown smudge on its fur was really looking at me.
Like it was staring into my soul.
Next to me, Kaian’s expression was easing a little. He leaned against the door with his arms folded.
“They’re kind of cute.” He signed, smiling for the first time since earlier that morning when Riss spilled orange juice all over herself.
“See?” Jem’s smile was soft, and he gestured to them. “Look at them! They’re adorable. I’m not going to let him hurt them.”
Riss, however, seemed unfazed. She took a step towards him, her eyes darkening. “Are you fucking insane?” she gritted out. “So, what, you want to let Quincy’s test subjects go?”
Jem’s lip curled. “He’s got rats. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” He backed away, clutching the rabbits tighter to his chest. “You’ve seen what he’s done to them,” he whispered—and his gaze flicked to me, and then Kaian. “What WE have done to them. It’s not fair. They’re living creatures, and we’re… we’re hurting them.”
This was what I was afraid of. Ever since the six of us started on the island, and Quincy’s lecture on suppressing our humanity for the sake of science, I knew one of us was going to break when we saw what exactly he was doing to his subjects.
I’m not going to go into detail, because again, I am already putting myself at risk by writing this. But I will say that Quincy’s experiments weren’t.. normal. I’ve already told you they were inhumane and immoral.
But it didn’t end there. You see, our professor was sure—positive that he could ignite a certain part of the human brain with simple stimulation, a hell of a lot of drugs, and psychological tactics. He believed he could find that missing part that is missing in all of us which stops us from being the apex predator.
Abilities way beyond our comprehension.
Professor Quincy had been working his whole life to create a serum which would hack into the mind, and switch on that part of us we cannot find on our own. Rats didn’t give him the right results, so we moved onto rabbits.
So far, I had witnessed a rabbit which could teleport from one cage to the other, after several surgeries, and serum injections directed into its brain.
I thought it was impossible, and yet somehow I was watching it with my own eyes. A living thing disappearing in one place and reappearing in its cage. Through research, we had come to realise the cage was the rabbit’s safe place. Whatever ability it had (and there were many), it would always return to its cage, no matter where we placed them. The serum wasn’t perfect, however. I had witnessed a rabbit interfere with the electronics in the lab, playing with the lights, before exploding into large fleshy chunks painting the metal prongs of its cage a startling gory red.
The rabbit’s in Jem’s arms were our only proof that the serum worked. They were our last surviving four. Subjects 2, 6, 10, and 15. I have to admit, subject 15 freaked me out. Fifteen’s ability was not yet known, but Kaian was sure that it was developing heightened intelligence. I didn’t know much about Fifteen, but from what I did know, there was no fucking way we could let Jem let the little guy run free.
Knowing what they were capable of, and what we could possibly lose if my colleague got his own way, snapped me out of my, “Aww they’re so cute,” trance. I stepped forward, cringing when I glimpsed remnants of the metal headset which had been drilled into Six’s skull.
“Give them here.” I said, and when Jem started to shake his head, I snapped. “Do you want to get fired?”
He wasn’t letting up. “They’re living things, Wren!”
I nodded, trying to keep my cool. “They are.” I said. “But they’re also valuable subjects—one of which can fucking teleport. I wouldn’t exactly say they’re normal rabbits.” I held my breath. “Look.” I gave up acting like I knew what the fuck I was talking about. “I don’t like it either, okay? It’s disgusting and immoral, and findings and psychokinetic abilities aside, I would be totally on your side if we didn’t have results.”
“But we do have results.” Kaian signed. He seemed to have snapped out of it too. “Give them back, Jem. They’re research subjects.”
“They’re rabbits! Have you guys lost your minds?”
“Yes.” Kaian signed. “It’s part of the job description, asshole.”
“You have a dog!” Jem shot back in a manic hiss. His expression was feral. I had never seen that kind of desperation, almost unbridled lucidity let loose. “It’s no different to your dog, right? Would you seriously put him through this? Would you stick a needle inside his skull?”
Kaian didn’t reply, his jaw clenching.
“No. You wouldn’t. So, why these guys, huh? Why are you willing to be cruel for the sake of science for these guys, but you wouldn’t fucking dream of doing this to your pets?” Jem took another shaky step back, so I figured hitting him with the hard truth would snap him out of it.
“It’s not the same,” Kaian seemed to be struggling, his hands trembling as he signed. “It’s… it’s different—”
“What’s different?” Jem demanded. “There’s no difference! If it were a rat I would feel the same way! We’re hurting living animals.”
“Your dad,” I said quickly, “Do you want to drag him into this?”
“Again.” Kaian started to sign, Riss elbowing him to shut up. It was no secret Jem and his father had been under fire back home after discovering a document he shouldn’t have. All he did was read it. According to the boy himself, he had the Men In Black In Black trying to crash through his door at 4am. Jem was lucky Professor Quincy decided to use his curiosity as a tool instead of sending his family to jail.
Jem blinked, like he was waking from a trance. “No.” He said, quickly, his resolve crumbling. My colleague allowed Kaian and Riss to take the subjects and put them back in their cages. I expected him to fight back, but the guy seemed weirdly fine with us taking the rabbits back, stumbling away from them like they were contagious.
With all subjects accounted for, we headed back to the dorms and ate dinner—and I remember running my hands through Jem’s hair, a little bit drunk on cocktails, and promising him that once Professor Quincy was finished with his research, he would let the rabbits go. I wasn’t completely sure of this myself, and it was just a friendly lie to make him feel better, considering he’d been acting weird all night. I had been lazily sipping water to sober myself up when the thought hit me.
It didn’t really make an impact, more of a passing thought. Did subject Fifteen have any influence over Jem’s mind?
Fifteen had already proved it could type a single sentence on a keyboard and tap on a tablet screen to identify certain fruits.
Was if possible that it had developed the ability to influence the brain? I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer to that. Anyway, we all headed to bed, and I made Jem promise he wouldn’t do something like that again. I still remember the way he’d looked at me, slightly confused, mouth open, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I figured he was just tipsy, and after frowning at me for way longer than necessary, Jem saluted me with a “Yeah, course I promise.”
Yeah, that promise lasted maybe six fucking hours.
I was spooning dry cereal in my mouth the next morning, trying to ignore the news bulletin on the TV, when we got the first call. Jem had broken into the lab two hours ago, and let the subjects run free. By the time I’d thrown myself into the lab, barely dressed, the others were already getting screamed at—and I mean SCREAMED at by Quincy. I glimpsed my colleagues through the glass window as I threw myself into a run towards the lab. It looked like they had been dragged out of bed.
Rissa was in her robe, Kaian and Jem half dressed. The three were sitting in the communal area looking like they wanted to sink into the earth, while Quincy’s voice reverberated back down the hallway.
When I stepped through automatic doors, our professor turned to me, his expression thunderous. “Wren!” He passive aggressively gestured to the others. “Why don’t you take a seat, hm?” His British accent was easy to tolerate usually, but that morning he sounded like a fucking Bond villain. I nodded and practically dived next to Risa, who looked like she was ten seconds from wrapping her hands around Jem’s neck. Kaian was glaring at his lap, ignoring the professor’s ASL, and Jem looked—well, he looked kind of confused.
“You’re late.” Quincy turned his piercing gaze to me.
“I’m five minutes early, Professor Quincy.” I said, glancing at the clock to make sure I was right.
The man didn’t respond, turning back to Jem. “As I was saying, I was just letting your colleague know that he has thrown quite a wrench in our plans. But no matter, we can fix this.” He cleared his throat. “Mr Saeueng.” Professor Quincy nodded to Kaian. “There are several research subjects in storage that I have been saving for these kinds of emergencies, “ He said. “Please retrieve them so we can continue working on this project. And hurry up."
Kaian paled. For a moment I thought he was going to barf. “Professor Quincy,” he started to sign, before pausing, “You ordered me to dispose of them two weeks ago,” He shot me a look, and I remembered the two of us loading a cage full of rats into a truck. “We don’t have them.”
The professor’s expression contorted, and he smiled. He… smiled. Like he thought it was funny. “Right.” He said in a breath. “You’re telling me,” He lifted his arm like he was going to strike each of us. And I sensed the four of us collectively wince. “You’re all telling me—all four of you, that our current research subjects are nowhere to be seen, our backup subjects have been disposed of, and I am supposed to be doing a presentation next week?"
His voice cracked. “Next week!” He repeated, beginning to pace, and I was starting to regret choosing my curiosity over my wellbeing. Sure, psychokinetic abilities are cool, right? Cracking open the human brain and discovering something magical, something out of this world, was a dream come true. We were witnessing history being made. What could fundamentally change the world.
But I was sitting inside a lab with a man who was clearly unhinged, thousands of miles from home, and no guarantee I would ever return home. A shiver slid down my spine when our professor stopped pacing up and down, and something seemed to light up in his eyes.
I saw it. Something in his brain… snapped. It was like seeing a real-life light bulb moment. “We’re okay.” He said, after a moment of silence. Quincy seemed to gather himself. “You’re dismissed. I will.. I will get my hands on new research subjects, do not worry about that.” His smile was far too big, and I nodded, relieved, and jumped to my feet, eager to make a quick getaway.
Jem stood up, grabbing his bag. “Will we have time?” He asked. “I mean… the presentation is next week, and we need to start over.”
“That’s right,” Riss was frowning. “Professor, where exactly are you going to get new subjects? Didn’t the college stop funding the project?”
“Hm? Oh, I have subjects,” he chuckled. “I have always had subjects, don’t worry. They have always been my last resort.”
I nodded. “So, do you have spare rats?”
“Makes sense.” Kaian signed. “I bet he has a secret batch somewhere.”
“Precisely, Kaian.” Professor Quincy nodded, a wide smile splitting his lips apart.
“So, rats?” I pressed. He still was yet to answer my question and I was growing anxious of what these subjects were.
It must have been rabbits, surely. Rabbits were our best shot at getting results. Rats worked well, I guessed. But not as good as rabbits.
He caught my eye, and something cold slipped down my spine when the man’s grin didn’t waver. “You could say they’re rats.” He seemed to be drinking me in, his gaze flicking up and down, from my head to my toes. “And don’t worry. They will be ready for the presentation. I will make sure."
“Well, that’s great.” Jem’s expression brightened. “So, we didn’t have to use rabbits after all, huh? Who would have thought.”
To my surprise, the professor was in unusually high spirits. After a lecture repeating his insistence that we had to supress our humanity for the sake of science (which was mostly aimed at Jem) He flocked to his desk, sorting through paperwork, and leaving the room several times to take part in phone calls. He must have really been pushing to get new living materials. I noticed his hands were quivering. Was it fear?
Without a word, Quincy left the lab with an armful of paperwork. When Riss asked what we were supposed to do, he told us to stay exactly where we were, while he retrieved new research materials. Great.
With the professor gone, it didn’t take long before Riss was trying to strangle Jem, acting like it was playful, but the look in her eyes definitely had a more nefarious intent.
Kaian, being the smartass of our group, was already sorting through our day’s work, as if we hadn’t just lost our subjects. The lab was pretty much our playground (The professor’s words, not mine) but there was a specific room which was out of bounds. Quincy called it the FAIL room, where all of his failed experiments were. Living or dead, or preserved in some weird solution, the exact reason I was convinced he was unhinged, was in that room. I didn’t realise it was unlocked, until a crashing sound sent me jumping up from my chair, my heart catapulting into my throat.
Jem and Rissa looked up from their work, and I noticed Kaian’s seat was empty.
“That sounds ominous.” Jem shot me a look. “Did he…”
“He didn’t.” I muttered, my gaze flicking to the other side of the room, where, to my surprise, the room which had always been out of bounds, was in fact open. Before I could hesitate or think of the consequences, I hurried to the door, coming to a grinding halt on the threshold.
I was aware of my colleague’s shadow several feet away from me. I was aware of the petrified look of fright carved into his face, and his eyes, wide, like he was staring into oblivion. Like the darkness had already taken him.
Instead of finding Kaian, I was seeing what I can only describe as several lumps piled on top of each other. When I got closer, forcing my feet into submission, those lumps bled into very human-like figures wrapped in see-through plastic. For a disorienting seconds, while my head spun around and around, a slithery paste crawling up my throat, I saw them as nothing but lumps of naked flesh bulging through plastic.
But then I was recognising faces, faces I knew--faces which had been mutilated, stained a startling scarlet like they had been dipped in the reddest paint available. I knew the first lump. Sara. She went home two weeks earlier due to illness. The following fleshy lump with its face ripped off, which I could no longer call human, was Thomas. He too went home for a family emergency and never came back.
Quincy said they had both requested to leave. He said they would miss us, but it was too much. Seeing what we were doing was too much for them. They couldn’t suppress their emotions. Sara and Thomas had never left. They never went home—they were right in front of me, reduced to chunks of flesh and bodily organs.
There was a white strip of paper attached to both of them, a single word written in bold lettering.
That word sent my stomach heaving, my feet stumbling back, and my body erupting into fight or flight.
Kaian twisted around, his face illuminated in dim light flickering from a bulb above.
“Out.” He signed, and it was the desperation in his eyes, the heaving breaths struggling from his lips, which got me moving. I was pressing my hand over my mouth, muffling a sharp scream ripping from my throat, when Kaian grabbed my arm and dragged me back. I was barely conscious of getting out of that room before the alarms started, sending me to my knees.
“What the hell is that?” Riss was next to me, her voice shrill.
Jem had his hands planted over his ears, his hand wrapped around a hysterical Kaian. “Wren, what is it? What’s in there?”
I couldn’t reply. Instead of trying to speak or explain, I grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door. Kaian and Jem were already on the hallway, and I was barely slipping back through the automatic doors, before they slammed shut, and a familiar voice crackled over the speakers. “Stay where you are.” Professor Quincy said. “We will be returning to work very soon. By the grace of god, I have found subjects.”
My blood ran ice-cold in my veins.
He was talking about us.
"What the fuck?!" Jem yelled. "What are you talking about?"
I didn’t think. I just ran. And sprinting down that hallway, which was familiar, which had always felt like a second home to me, I had no idea it would become my prison.
It would become the very hallway I would wish to die on.
The hallway I would be dragged down, day after day, while my mind was picked apart.
Ahead of us, the doors were shutting, red lights bathing our faces. I remember how scared they were. Jem, who reached the exit doors, slamming his fists into the glass. Riss, trying to override the mechanical lock. Kaian, who had given up, dropped onto his knees, and pulled them to his chest. When gas filled the air, I was still trying to get through the door. Riss had forced Kaian to his feet, and Jem was trying to find any weapon in his vicinity.
But there were no weapons. There was just the four of us against a gas which was quickly disorienting us. When black spots started to dance across my vision, and Jem’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body dropping to the floor, I was thinking about Subject Fifteen. I was thinking about its beady eyes when I bit my lip and drilled into its tiny skull under my professor’s gaze. Riss dropped next.
Then Kaian.
I was quickly losing consciousness, my clammy head pressed against glass, clawing at the lock, when the thought hit me.
We deserved it.
For what we had done to those rabbits, playing god, and trying to turn them into something they weren’t—we deserved it.
Whatever my professor was planning to do to us, I had an inkling it would be far worse than what the rabbits had endured. We were going to suffer, I thought dizzily.
For science.
And I can tell you, three years later, as I currently share a hotel room with three murderers, my past self was fucking right.
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2023.02.02 22:09 Random3x (FHM) A Gauntlet once thrown: (Round 4) Speed of the Enhancer v.s. Speed of the Projector

“Well, folks, what a fight… What a palate cleanser from the nightmare we witnessed the previous round. Boy, do I gotta say these kids are wild?!!” The crowd cheered in response to his question.
“Are you ready for round four?” The crowd cheered, confirming they were, in fact, ready.
“Next round is between Daisy!!” Harry’s words were accompanied by Daisy walking out of the left-hand tunnel and stepping up to her mark.
“I have been given a note from a… Big fella’ named Gahm!” Harry began causing Daisy to look at him with surprise.
“Gahm says Flower Girl win like I showed you to,” Harry read aloud.
“Short, sweet and intriguing… Wherever you are, sir Gahm we salute you!!!”
“Next to face our darling ‘Flower Girl’, we have Maelsteez, the Blur of Port Staine!!!” The audience turned their attention to the right-hand tunnel only to see no one arrive.
“I said Maelsteez, the Blur of Port Staine!!!” Harry repeated, but still, no one arrived. A minute passed as everyone expectantly waited, only for an arena staff member to come jogging out towards Harry. The staff member whispered something to Harry and then retreated.
“I don’t believe I am saying this, folks… Maelsteez has left the arena!!!” The audience was suddenly awash with cries of outrage, especially from the people placing bets on him.
“I have been informed that he went to the lower plateau as he was peckish for a specific bakeries bread…” The cries of outrage only continued to grow louder. As they did, Lincoln leant down and whispered something into Harry’s ear.
“I have been informed we now have a five-minute timer. Should he fail to show before the timer runs out, it will be a forfeit by technicality!!!!”
“That foolish brat!!!” Michael growled, seething with rage. “I knew I should’ve assigned him, someone, to babysit him… damn boy will follow any order but, if not watched over, will let his whims get the best of him.”
“Oh really?” Mimi asked as she looked over the edge of the VIP box down into the arena.
“I shouldn’t worry too much… I shall have fun teaching him the errors of abandoning your post when he comes to the Octogram next year,” Mimi explained as her aides went a ghostly shade of white while Serena behind them began shaking like a leaf.
“I can approve very much of such training,” Michael replied as he and Mimi somehow became one in mind and spirit towards the young speedster.
“I think I know the bakery he went to,” Alex muttered as he munched on some of the snacks not ruined by a severed arm.
“They do the most delicious croissants that I often visit them in the morning,” Alex explained as he moved the severed arm off a cake and picked a slice with its icing not too severely ruined.
“You go to the lower plateau… in the morning?!!” Michael asked incredulously.
“Oh yeah, they sell out fast,” Alex replied with a nod as he wiped a streak of icing from his lips, much to the disgust of the nobles present, who could only look between him and the cake with an arm still on it.
“But the thieves and cutthroats from that place…”
“Good kids, one and all… I teach reading and writing down there on the weekends, on a first-name basis with a lot of the people in the slums,” Alex replied as he picked another piece of food near the arm, seemingly on purpose now as he was immensely enjoying the discomfort it was causing.
With less than ten seconds to remain on the clock before a technical victory, a loud boom echoed somewhere on the school grounds. Second, after the boom, Maelsteez arrived with less than four seconds remaining.
“Whew, sorry…. Am I late?” Maelsteez asked as he paused to catch his breath.
“Yes… very late,” Harry replied.
“Sorry, still getting used to the streets of the lower plateaus. In the end, I just went through every road till I got here,” Maelsteez explained.
“Yes… Anyways we can get this show on the road… LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WITH ONLY FOUR SECONDS TO SPARE, MAELSTEEZ!!!” In response, there was only a smattering of barely enthusiastic applause.
“Four seconds?” Maelsteez asked cocking his head.
“Four seconds till you would’ve lost,” Harry replied.
“Damn, I cut it close then,” Maelsteez muttered as he stood on his starting mark and stood to attention.
“First off, for our opening comments. ‘Flower Girl’, anything to say to your opponent?” Harry asked, putting the device in front of Daisy.
“Yes… more of a question, really… How attached to your legs are you?” Daisy asked as a black aura began to surround her entire being.
“Harsh words…. Maelsteez, your response?” moving the device over to Maelsteez.
“Of course, I’m attached… what a weird question… how do you think I can run? See,” Maelsteez gave his legs a shake and a hop to show they were indeed attached to him.
Very few in the arena knew this was, in fact, an issue that nearly all speedster-type enhancers had. Many assume they would think so fast that they should all be geniuses. The reality is their minds sometimes run so fast even they can’t keep up. The best they can manage is the scraps that fall out of their mind's pockets as they go by. The only time they can keep up is when they themselves are moving fast, and even then, only sometimes.
“Ok… Let’s get this fight started then,” Harry said, deciding not to try to understand the boy before him as he hastily retreated to the referee’s booth. A moment passed before the gong ran out, signalling the start of the fight.
In the instant the gong rang, Maelsteez began to move, already achieving a blurred movement speed. Periodically he would stop at various places as he waited for Daisy’s response.
“Why aren’t you fighting back?”
“I am waiting for my moment,” Daisy replied.
“You could try to chase me,” Maelsteez helpfully suggested.
“I think I won’t do that. In fact, I will claim victory by not even moving a step off this spot,” Daisy replied. Maelsteez paused for a moment in a spot to look at Daisy with confusion, only to see her raise a hand in his direction.
A normal mage in a combat tournament would move to avoid any hand being pointed their way. But Maelsteez was endlessly curious and wondered what Daisy was going to cast. Especially as her hand was the first instance outside of the forced censorship that the baffle-field had engaged.
As he looked at the blurred hand and watched a blurring motion coat Daisy’s mouth, Maelsteez wanted to prove he was faster than any attack she could launch and demoralise her. His parents always taught him never to hit a girl so he would win without hurting Daisy one bit.
He, however, was surprised when five bolts that even he could recognise as manashot fired out of her blurred hand. The five shots were spread out wide enough that anyone would need help avoiding them. That is anyone but him, as he had a whole arena to avoid her attacks. Speeding out the path of the shots, Maelsteez rushed to Daisy’s opposite side.
“What was that attack?”
“I haven’t reached the Tick-Tock-Manashot yet, but I did make my own addition to the school,” Daisy replied as she held out her left hand, which began to blur. “I call in Mana-Scatter-Shot,” as she said this, a further five bolts shot out of her hand.
Maelsteez once again moved fast enough to avoid the shots, surprised to see such an effective use of a basic attack spell. But he couldn’t help but feel like Daisy was heavily underestimating him. Any speedster worth their own feet could dodge any projectile.
As he moved to behind Daisy, though, he noticed she had begun to lift one of her feet. He couldn’t help but internally scoff, especially as Daisy had made a point she would win without stepping off her spot. Only when her foot was at the height of its arc did he see it suddenly begin to blur.
Even with his accelerated body matching his mind's speed, he couldn’t help but pause in surprise at the idea of a mage using their foot as the channel through which magic was cast. As he focused on Daisy’s movements, he saw her stomp on the ground and a burst of energy radiate with her at its centre.
Maelsteez, as he moved, then began to see the ground shift and warp as it broke apart. This was something he had not been prepared for as he lost his footing and collided face-first into a fresh wall of stone that had been upturned by Daisy’s spell.
Falling to the floor groaning in pain, he looked up to see Daisy stomping her foot again and again. More and more, the arena floor began to warp and shape, creating hurdles, then walls.
“Maelsteez, I have learnt a lot from my teachers, and I won’t let the one I have learnt the most from be lost because of these duels!!” Daisy shouted.
“Hey, Gorm, did you teach her this?” Alex asked, gesturing to what, from the audience's viewpoint, looked like a stone maze taking shape.
“Gorm did bestest, buddy!!! Gorm understands you did not yet have a chance to teach them how to deal with a speedster,” Gorm and Alex glanced Mimi’s way for a brief second.
“So, in a break between firing practice, I taught her how to stop a speedster by disrupting the terrain around her.”
“Pah, I could handle that in less than a second,” Mimi scoffed as she gestured to the increasing size of the maze-like walls below.
“Mimi, you are a rather big exception,” Alex replied.
Having recovered from his fall, Maelsteez looked to see a mass of walls in front of him. Every time he tried to approach, he found fresh walls forming. Maelsteez couldn’t help but show his awe at how Daisy was singlehandedly warping the shape of the arena with ease.
An opinion not shared by the mages maintaining the array, who were already having a hard time dealing with these fights. They had been told six fights between students, not six fights between monsters. They were already calling for assistance from other mages, like the mage unit General Amelia had brought with her.
Seeing only one path ahead of him, Maelsteez decided he would play her game. He would move so fast through her maze that she couldn’t box him in, and victory could be his. That her attempts to stop him from getting close would all be for nought.
Charging up his enhancer energies in his legs to their maximum, Maelsteez shot off, creating a sonic boom behind him. As he went down every possible route, he couldn’t help but appreciate that he had practised with his trip to the lower plateaus, so this was kid stuff.
Looking behind him, he could see the walls closing up the paths he had taken. Maelsteez couldn’t help but let a laugh escape his lips as he moved faster than Daisy could alter her maze.
“It’s Daisy’s victory,” Alex declared as he looked over the arena.
“Don’t be ridiculous… it is far too earl-” Michael stopped mid-sentence as he now could see what Alex had seen.
Maelsteez, unaware of his imminent defeat, turned the final corner to see the only part of the maze that had a roof over it. At the end of the tunnel before him stood Daisy, who had her back to the tunnel as she continued to stomp whatever spell she was using to alter the maze.
Seeing his opening, he charged down the tunnel at full speed only to see Daisy stomp once more, causing the tunnel to close behind him. But he didn’t care; he would claim victory without hurting her. Just as he reached the halfway point of the tunnel, he felt his face collide with something cold and very solid.
What he was unaware of was Daisy had conjured a fully transparent inch-thick ice wall in the middle of her tunnel trap. Unable to regain his balance Maesteez lost his balance and began to roll. Using his full agility, he got back to his feet only to see Daisy staring him down with both hands blurred and held together.
“DOUBLE BARREL MANA SCATTER SHOT!!!” Daisy’s shout was accompanied by ten bolts shooting his way. Readying to dodge to the side, only now did Maesteez’s mind slow down enough to reveal his folly. He had been herded through the maze and confined with no way to dodge either way and with a trap in the middle to break his charge.
With no chance to avoid the hits, Maelsteez experienced ten bolts of condensed mana striking him at the same time. Then another ten and a further ten. Slowly but surely, the hits proceeded up till they reached triple digits. After a sustained abuse from Daisy, she stopped shooting.
Stomping her foot, she flattened the ground between her and the referee’s booth and gestured to Lincoln. Recognising her meaning, Lincoln approached Maelsteez and nodded to Harry.
“Ladies and Gentlemen by magical knockout the terrifying flowers for your widow… DAISY!!!!” The crowd, who were already not positively disposed to Maelsteez due to his late arrival, cheered passionately for Daisy, who, true to her word, had not moved a step from her starting position.
With her victory in the bag, Daisy set about helping the arena staff undo her damage by flattening the arena into a state that would be far less mana intensive to repair than her entire maze-like set-up.

Round Four Result: Victory by Godather style knockout
Team Alex: II
Team Michael: I
Draws: I

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2023.02.02 22:09 Pretend_Hat8466 January 2023 empties!

January 2023 empties!
I'm still trying to figure out the format for this kind of posts.
2023 is going to be a no/low buy year for me.I'm reducing consumption of the new products, but increasing consumption of the products I already have!
Overview of the items I have used so far:
1. DIY Candle
2. DIY Candle
3. DIY Candle
--- Price: $0
--- Date of Purchase: I made them in the end of November 2022
--- Thoughts: These are not really $0, because I purchased Soy Wax, Jars and Wicks. I didn't like how they came out. The flame was low, they tunneled very bad and had small to no throw. I should've used 2 wicks and added more fragrance. Unfortunately I have another 15 made already...
4. WoodWick Trilogy - Fireside Redwood Sandalwood Clove
--- Price: $19.88 (Walmart online)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 11 2020
--- Thoughts: I like these candles. Nice crackling sound, clean burn. I bit pricey. The throw is okay (perhaps, my candle was too old)
--- Repurchase: yes, if under $20
5. WoodWick - Flickering Fireside Poplar & Pine Teakwood
--- Price: $19 (BB&B)
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: I liked it, no complaints. The flame is a bit too large and looked dangerous even after I'd trim the wick
--- Repurchase: yes, if under $15
1. Leoben - Peppermint Twist
--- Price: $7.99 (TJMaxx)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 2022
--- Thoughts: The smell was unexpectedly nice. It does smell like Peppermint sweet bon-bons! The throw was strong considering the size of the candle. I am not sure if I screwed up the first burn, but I did have the tunneling issue with that candle - I was able to fix it with foil/torch and spooning the wax out. Lasted maybe 10 evenings, which is good considering the size.
--- Repurchase: yes, I liked it and it has a unique scent
2. Leoben - Vanilla Noel
--- Price: $7.99 (TJMaxx)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 2022
--- Thoughts: Clean burn without issues (unlike the peppermint one). There is nothing unique about the scent though - it has a typical sweet vanilla cookie-ish fragrance. The throw wasn't strong enough to be present when burning this one together with the Peppermint Twist (the latter would outpower it). Lasted around 10 evenings
--- Repurchase: 50/50. The price was good, the burn was nice. It's just wasn't unique enough
3. Homesick - Ski Trip
--- Price: $9.99 (HomeGoods)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 2022
--- Thoughts: Clean burn without issues. Strong throw. The scent felt of the high quality (it smells like fireplace/amber). I feel like this candle burned out too quickly though
--- Repurchase: probably yes (at this price point)
4. Market Candle Collection - Bonfire Nights
--- Price: $14.99 (HomeGoods)
--- Date of Purchase: Dec 2022
--- Thoughts: Large jar, 3 wicks. Had some small tunneling issues that would get fixed on their own after very long burns. Good throw, lasted pretty long
--- Repurchase: I would definitely try to find other scents from this brand if the price is under $20
1. OleHenriksen - Wonderfeel Double Cleanser
--- Price: $16.99 (TJMaxx online)
--- Date of Purchase: Feb 4 2022
--- Thoughts: I hated this sooooo much and couldn't wait to finish it. I kept it in the downstairs bathroom and only used it at night. I tend to have shiny oily skin with clogged pores. I was fooled by the name 'Double Cleanser' thinking it would be strong as that orange Neutrogena. But in the winter I do prefer the more mild face wash that moisturizes skin. This one felt like washing my face with hand cream - it would leave film/oily residue on my face and on the sink. It didn't remove mascara. I had to follow it with Clinique lotion for oily skin and eye lid cleanser, otherwise I just felt like dirty and sweaty panda
--- Repurchase: Absolutely not
2. Eva-Nyc Lazy Jane Air Dry Shampoo
--- Price: $6.99 or $7.99 (TJMaxx)
--- Date of Purchase: Aug 2022
--- Thoughts: Husband's shampoo. He has shortish bob length fine hair. Never heard any complaints from him and his hair looked good. This tiny bottle lasted 6 month
--- Repurchase: Yes
3. Jurlique - Restoring Shower Gel - Lemon, Geranium & Clary Sage
--- Price: $12.99 (TJMaxx online)
--- Date of Purchase: Sep 15 2021
--- Thoughts: Smells lovely and lathers very good
--- Repurchase: Would try in other scents if under $15
4. Pacha Soap Co - Unknown Scent (smelled like lipstick in a way)
--- Price: around $5 I think, sold per Oz (Whole Foods)
--- Date of Purchase: Sep 2022
--- Thoughts: Smells okay, lasted only few washes
--- Repurchase: Doesn't worth the price imo
1 Mesomatrix - Revital Express Gel Mask (not sold in the US)
--- Price: free sampler
--- Date of Purchase: May 2022
--- Thoughts: Didn't notice any effect
--- Repurchase: Wouldn't buy the large version
2. Dr.Jart+ - Ceramidin Facial Barrier Sheet Mask
--- Price: $2.60 each (TJMaxx online, sold in 5pk)
--- Date of Purchase: Jul 9 2020
--- Thoughts: Nourishing. I don't think it does anything to my skin, to be honest
--- Repurchase: No
3. EcoTools - eyeshadow applicators
--- Price: unknown (TJMaxx or Marshalls)
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown, probably 2018
--- Thoughts: I liked them. I found them during my skincare purge. They've dried out and turned into rocks.
--- Repurchase: Yes
4. Julep - Lid Armour - eyeshadow base
--- Price: $4.99 (Marshalls online)
--- Date of Purchase: Aug 23 2020
--- Thoughts: I didn't like it and used only few times. I found it in a drawer during my skincare purge - it dried out completely
--- Repurchase: No
1. Curad - Eye Patch
--- Price: $2.72 for 20 (Amazon)
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 21 2022
--- Thoughts: I patch one of my eyes at night to keep it closed (I have dry eyes). Good price, but I had a few issues keeping it stuck and in place. Sometimes it would fall off by the morning
--- Repurchase: Maybe, but I'm exploring different options now (like silicone tapes)
2. Nature's Bounty - Valerian Root
--- Price: Unknown
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: Husband's
--- Repurchase: Yes
3. Trader Joe's - Hand Sanitizer Spray - Grapefruit & Lemon
--- Price: $2.99 (Trader Joe's)
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: Does the job well, may be a bit too drying in winter
--- Repurchase: Yes
4. Supplements - Misc
--- Price: varies, unknown
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: Honestly, I don't know if they work. I didn't notice Genius Mushrooms's effect, perhaps, I wasn't consistent taking it.
--- Repurchase: Yes for GABA & B-12. I would consider getting another nootropic instead of Genius Mushrooms
1. B&BW - Wallflowers - Strawberry Snowflake
--- Price: $3.95 (B&BW online)
--- Date of Purchase: Dec 8 2022
--- Thoughts: The smell was very strong, but not my profile in particular
--- Repurchase: Maybe, if under $4
2. Glade - Cookie Caramel Rush
--- Price: $3.02 (Amazon)
--- Date of Purchase: Aug 22 2022
--- Thoughts: Delicious moderate smell
--- Repurchase: Yes
3. AirWick - Plug-in Refill - Lavender
--- Price: unknown (BJ's)
--- Date of Purchase: unknown
--- Thoughts: One of my all time favorites
--- Repurchase: Definitely yes
4. AirWick - Metered Spray Refill - Warm Apple Crumble
--- Price: $6.66 (Amazon)
--- Date of Purchase: Aug 24 2021
--- Thoughts: The scent is nice but very weak even in really small bathroom
--- Repurchase: No, too weak
1&2. Economix - Gel Pens Black and Blue (not sold in the US)
--- Price: Unknown, probably around $0.50 each
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown, probably 2017
--- Thoughts: One of my favorite pens. Very ergonomic design. Line is thin but smooth.
--- Repurchase: Definitely yes, if I'd get a chance.
3. Muji - Grid Notebook Refill - 50 sheets
--- Price: $2.90 (Muji)
--- Date of Purchase: Oct or Nov 2022
--- Thoughts: I like these. So far one of the best notebooks I had. The price is good too.
--- Repurchase: Definitely yes
  1. Pilot - Black 0.38 Gel Pen
--- Price: Unknown
--- Date of Purchase: Unknown
--- Thoughts: I absolutely hate this one (And I have one more in 0.38 point + one in 1.0 point. I'd use 0.38 for the sake of already having it, but will give 1.0 away). While it gives out a thin line, the pen itself is very thick and uncomfortable to hold. It almost felt like holding a thick pipe with my fingers
--- Repurchase: Never
1. Atelier Cologne - Orange Sanguine
--- Price: $2.43 Sampler
--- Date of Purchase: Nov 2022 (TJMaxx)
--- Thoughts: Lovely happy orange scent. This brand is notorious for its weak performance, but I feel like this particular one stayed long enough.
--- Repurchase: I may've considered to purchase the large bottle, but I have too many full-sized perfumes to last me a lifetime
2. Burberry - Her
--- Price: free sampler (Macy's)
--- Date of Purchase: Apr 9 2022
--- Thoughts: I liked it. It smells vibrant and fresh, very young-female profile. I tend to like more complex perfumes though. This one has typical pink juice scent. Very safe choice.
--- Repurchase: Not for myself, but could make a good gift for someone
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2023.02.02 22:08 maxpoor Selling some of my Laker gear to make rent this month, hope you can share this post with others!

Hi there Laker friends, I am hoping to get some help. I was recently injured (got a wood splinter in my cornea) and lost about a week and half worth of work and that has set me back big time and now I have pirate mode engaged. I have been in a bad economic spot for a few months now but through out it all I have never been late on rent and as it stands today I don't have enough to pay my landlord fully and won't be able to until the end of the month when next months rent will become due. Of course I am freaking out a bit but since I normally work full time I know I can catch up next month as I am back to working normally again today, against the wishes of my doctor. If you are interested in helping me, reach out or share this post. Go Lakers!
I will be selling off a host of what I consider to be valuable belongings across the relevant subreddits but the three Laker related ones are as follows.
1) Lebron Witness 7 Shoes, worn once. Size 10.5 Black/University Gold-Lilac
2) Lebron #23 Lore Series 19-20 Season Jersey
3) Last but not least, the Kobe Retirement letter handed out on the day he made the announcement. I was lucky enough to be at that game. My letter is in storage at my mothers house but I can get it quickly, and sell it for whoever is interested. It pains me to let it go but, you know, it is what it is.
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2023.02.02 22:08 questionsreason Worried about my polycule...

So, this is a doozy. I (20'sF) have been struggling with my mental health really badly over the last few months. This also happened to coincide with the forming of my current polycule, with me, T(20'sNB), J(20'sF), and G(20'sNB). G and I have been dating for over 5 years, and J and T have been together for about three.
We first met through me and J meeting up on a dating app. Everything went amazingly the chemistry felt genuine and I was infatuated. They live about an hour and a half away, but significantly closer to where I work. So, I started seeing J about weekly for a while. And because I work so late and so close to them I ended up staying over often.
Everything was going well for a while. G was introduced to J and T, and over the next few months we all began dating. Our quad formed.
Then, my mental illness began catching up with me. Outside of the relationships, I had been overwhelmed at work only having 2 days out of the week to run errands and find time for everyone. I was (and still am) behind on almost all of my responsibilities, and I was smoking away all my time.
I was breaking down into a ball of tears and wallowing daily. I was stagnating and convinced I couldn't do anything to keep up.
Then, I got a bit of a wake up call, though I don't remember what did it. I got back into therapy, I started new medicine (turns out my norepinephrine is also out of whack) and I started trying to reconnect with all of my partners.
By this point, we had basically been staying in their one bedroom apartment for a few months to help cut down on my gas expenses for work, and be able to spend more time together. Now it is important to note that only myself and T are capable of driving, and T works from home most days.
Since we're over an hour away from each other G and J rarely have time to themselves, but they've been making it work, especially because Thursdays they get a few hours alone together regularly. T and J go shopping every weekend together and G and T get many weekdays alone because of the working situation.
But because I was a ball of absolute chaos during my meltdowns, the whole household has been exhausted. I was fighting with G more than I'd like to admit, mainly because I was convinced I was nothing but a burden.
Now here's where the issue started recently. Last Thursday I get home from work and am asked by T if I'd mind staying away from the apartment for a week or so. Inherently this wouldn't have been an issue, except T and I were supposed to go ice skating together for over two weeks now. J's birthday is in a week, and T and J have had plans for the weekend after J's birthday.
Plus, outside of that the only thing T has seemed to want to do is sleep and watch J play video games (which we all do sometimes, again not the inherent issue). To the point where it doesn't feel like they want anything to do with me or G (they had also been attempting to reach out to T for weeks now, apparently never really getting any time despite how much time they have together available).
On top of everything T had been offhandedly complaining about things around the house, like dishes being dirty or no dinner being made much to the detriment of our resident, G, who doesn't work but does most of the housework. G has even been telling J and I that they've felt more like a housekeeper than a partner.
Last night, I attempted to have a conversation with T. I wanted to know if there was a specific time that they wanted to see us again. I also have been worried that there is a reason they don't want us there outside of just needing to be alone. Like do they just need space? Do they just need to be away from me and G? And I didn't even get to ask if we were "allowed" to see J during this time. She just seems to have accepted that we aren't going to see her for a bit. T seems to have taken that conversation somewhat well, though they did kinda stop me from getting to all of my points.
This morning, G messaged me telling me that they were trying to have a conversation with T but both of them ended up getting heated and it turned into a fight. Now, G isn't sure if they can be with T, and we're all upset.
Tl;dr: messy quad has multifaceted issues with mental health and compatibility. I'm worried I'm going to lose my girlfriend and my partner over this.
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2023.02.02 22:07 Brahkk I saw Valkyrie in shop last night and told myself I would wait for Bast, Ben Brode must’ve heard me.

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2023.02.02 22:07 Langdon_St_Ives Does the TV Show spoil TLOU pt.2?

So I’ve tried to find info on this by googling and searching here, but it’s hard because if so many results for other senses of the same search terms. Also because a lot of results are themselves spoilers, so I didn’t want to read those. I basically have tried not to read anything so far that would tell me what happens in the show.
I have finished the first game, and am probably less than half through the second one. My simple question is, can I watch the TV show before finishing pt. 2, or can I start watching it simultaneously?
Hope this makes sense…
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2023.02.02 22:07 UNVE78 This is a scam right?

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2023.02.02 22:06 SanDiego_77 Any experiences with c diff?

My 2.5 year old is in daycare and has had the usual gamut of daycare infections/illnesses since he started at 6 months old.
However, the latest he has contracted is a bacterial infection called c. diff - and from what I’m reading this one is rarer and more serious in nature. He’s had non stop diarrhea for more than 2 weeks and his usual appetite has decreased. Does anybody else have experience with c diff?
We are on a 10 day antibiotic that he needs to take 4x a day, and he is outright refusing the medication. Even with hiding it in juice, apple sauce, purée, etc. Its like his body knows, and even if we somehow force it down, he immediately throws it up. This antibiotic is crucial to his healing, so any suggestions for getting down refused medication is also appreciated.
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2023.02.02 22:06 Laplacesbox Ender3v2 w/touchscreen

Hey all,
Just recently got back into printing and upgraded my Ender3v2 with the touchscreen display and the 4.2.7 mainboard about a year ago (like this here). Tried to do a print using the filament switch script provided through Cura (all connected through octoprint) and it was ignored, also the touchscreen does not show the progress or options to cancel/pause a print.
Did some research online and not sure what to do next so it works properly - I'm aware that the Creality firmware that I'm running most likely does not support the M600 filament switch command, but struggling to find a firmware that is compatible with the touchscreen as well
I found this Github branch of Marlin that seems to address touchscreens, though I have not compiled Marlin before and can't tell if I need to update the firmware of the touchscreen itself to compliment that
Any suggestions? Thanks!
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2023.02.02 22:06 Impssblefnd No reason to be too excited (yet)

1) Volume is strong today, but not yet 9 digits.
2) % gain is strong today, but not outrageous.
3) Share price is still below $4.00.
4) We still have no confirmation of an M&A.
5) We still have no comms for HQ/Corporate (edit)
Nothing wrong with celebrating a win, however, there's a lot of room to grow. Nothing to do (for me at least) but hold, watch, and wait 😴😴😴
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2023.02.02 22:06 Mysterious_Syrup1051 iPhone Bluetooth Distorted Solved

Hello everybody.I've had a problem with the iPhone 13 pro for months. Any phone call made from car or AirPods after a few minutes becomes distorted. I turn off bluetooth and everything is back to normal. I've been to Apple Genius 2 times. They replaced everything for me. But the problem remained.
I didn't give up. I tried everything found on the internet.
I think I finally found the solution. For a week now, every time I make a phone call, I turn off my old Apple Watch 2. And I haven't had any more problems!
I hope to be useful to those like me who have spent months with this problem.
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2023.02.02 22:05 zoed7448 Questions from Season 1

I watched season 1 after season 2, it’s definitely my favorite but there are a few things that weren’t super clear for me. My biggest question is, why did Rachel decide to stay with Shane? I didn’t feel like they explained that very well, at least not to me. Does Quinn really stay in Hawaii? Isn’t he like, 16-17? Would that even be possible? Does anyone thing Greg was set up to always be plotting Tanya’s downfall? Watching season 2 first, I was more suspicious of him and some things gave me red flags (mainly his first time meeting Tanya). Not a question, but Armond was such an amazing character, he’s definitely the reason this season tops season 2 for me. It’s been weeks since I watched and I can’t stop thinking about him. Murray Bartlett is so so talented <3
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2023.02.02 22:05 Trypticon_Rising Hit a massive wall - stuck at Old Demon King + Sulyvhan, and have no idea what to do

You guys must get a lot of these posts (and a lot of posts that start with "you must get a lot of these posts") so I apologise for that first, and will try to be quick.
TL;DR - I wrecked house up until this point (aside from a little break for Abyss Watchers) but now the sudden diffciculty mountain feels absolutely impassable. I'm SL50 and Sulyvhan kills me in a few seconds every time I walk in the room, despite strats I've tried to follow online. I feel really lost and have no idea about the upgrade system and which weapons/armour to use - even equipment I already own which people recommend like the Shield of Want or Grass Shield, it all feels like throwing shit at a wall because I watch videos of people doing exactly what I'm doing, except I get killed in two or three of swings.
Long Version:
This is my first Souls game, I got it four years ago and barely managd to kill the Greatwood, then got ganked by the Crystal Sage. Life stuff got in the way, put the game down for a while.
Picked it up again a year later and tried to get further, never even made it through the swamp and those goat motherfuckers. Decided to write the series off entirely.
Finally picked it up last summer when I had some time to just learn the ropes at my own pace, started again from scratch with the standard knight, and wrecked house. After perservering with Gundyr, killed every boss within five tries, all the way up to Abyss Watchers. These absolutely wrecked me so I went through the Cathedral but died in a really stupid way right next to a shorcut back to the bonfire because I thought the dead end right next to it was where the shortcut was. Broke my disc in half. Swore to never play it again.
Now I'm back, continued from where I left off and was having a grand old time. Killed Abyss Watchers after watching some tutorials, took me three tries. Felt ecstatic, I must have just been to young before, I'm actually a gamer now. After making steady progress, I finally ran up against Old Demon King, jesus this guy's hard. Oh, he's optional, next area and I can come back. Nope, Sulyvhan is... Like, this feels like a different game. He's like Abyss Watchers on steroids, I've gotten him down to his second phase ONCE by apparently sheer fluke after about 25 tries. It's ludicrous, I can barely land a single hit on him 60% of the time.
I've watched tutorials on how to parry him, and I've tried the circling strat, which seemed to be really working the one time I finished his first phase, but by then I had such little health he killed me instantly, and I haven't been able to replicate it. I'm using the Uchi or the Irithyll Straight Sword as they've absolutely carried me through the game so far, but now don't even seem to dent Sully. I've even seen people say he's child's play if you use the Uchi?? But it does less damage than my Irithyll.
Basically, I feel really lost. I thought I was finally getting the hang of this game and understanding the upgrade paths etc. I've always been really scared to use limited resources in games, so it took me a while to commit to certain upgrades and weapons. I feel really disheartened to see that it seems like I basically had no skill or fundamental understanding of the game (EDIT: I've LITERALLY only just discovered that you can make Estus Shards give you more health per drink, this is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about). I've done some pyromancy and found some tomes, and I've seen people kill Sulyvhan super easy from a distance with Chaos Bed Vestiges. Would this be a good way to go? I feel like I'm having some kind of nightmare, in one instant the game went from "I'm finding this really hard but I'm perservering" to "I could literally never physically do this if I tried for a year".
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2023.02.02 22:05 TheRealNixonNixon If your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it as well?

Yes. I unfortunately know the answer to this question from first hand experience. My name is Nixon, and this is my story.
It was a freezing cold mid-February Saturday afternoon in the 1999. I was 14 years old, living in the suburbs of Chicago with no friends, no confidence, and my outlook on life was as bleak as gray which painted the air that winter day.
My father was aware I was a loner, so he forced one of the other parents in the neighborhood to have their son ask me to hang out with him. I was resistant at first, but after some nagging from my father I eventually caved in and walked over to the kid's house. His name was Freddy, nothing special about his personality. On the surface, it came across that he was striving for normalcy and was hiding any characteristic that would differentiate him from the other kids. His friend Shane rolled up soon after I arrived. Shane was the "popular" kid in the school he went to, and Freddy was his lead apostle. Shane would be the person who knew about all the parties, would make all the decisions, knew the girls, made the plans... and Freddy would just tag along, probably in admiration of Shane's confidence.
I did not like either kid. Within 5 minutes I wanted to jet, but then a few girls showed up. It might have been the first time I ever been in a social setting where the opposite sex chose to be in same vicinity as myself. I knew they were just there to see Shane, but it was an experience for me regardless. One of the girls suggested we all walk down the road to the creek at the end of the street. It was freezing, but everyone else agreed so I didn't have the social integrity to vote against.
Limp Bizkit was THE band of year. I had on that dumb puffy Ecko jacket Fred Durst wore in the Nookie music video, at least I kept fairly warm considering it was 2 degrees outside. But we made it down to the bridge which overlooked creek, I barely said a word the entire walk down there. Everyone bullshitted for a while, two of the girls and Shane passed around a beer and threw stuff into the creek. About 30 minutes in is when things took a turn for the worst.
One of the girls, whose name I remember because it fit her like a glove, was Eve. It is going to sound like bs, but apparently she was known for talking people into doing dumb things. She loved the narrative that she was so similar to the original Eve from the bible, so she tried to run with that facade. I hate her to this day.
Eve brought up the brilliant idea "Hey, do you know what would be awesome? If one of you guys jumped off the bridge into the creek!"
I giggled because it was such a crazy thought. First - it was freaking freezing. Second, we were looking at a 30 foot jump from the bridge into the creek. It was a moronic challenge, so I laughed it off. But she wouldn't let up. Eventually, Freddy said "Nixon, you should do it!"
I was appalled and spoke my mind for the first time being with this crew. I let them know that they were insane if they thought I would jump off the bridge. That only a madman would do that, you would have to been a lunatic. They tried to flip the script and called me a coward, which I pushed back and said "Screw you, I don't see any of you guys volunteering to jump in!"
That gave Shane a layup opportunity to prove again he was better than anyone else. He said "I'll do it" , the girls all cheered, praising his bravery. He stripped down to his boxers, hopped over the railing, stood on the edge, and with the cheerleaders behind who chanted his name, he jumped off the bridge into the creek.
He quickly swam over to the grove surrounding the water, ran back to the bridge, put his clothes back on with everyone (but myself) circled around him clapping, and celebrated his dumb self-absorbed courage. He goes on to exclaim "WOW! that was so much fun... Nixon, you have to try it."
DeJa Vu, the crew started to hound me again, called me a coward and all kinds of non-sense. I pushed back though, because in my mind at the time, there was no way I was going to jump off that bridge."
Freddy, who followed Shane's lead, spoke up at that point and volunteered to jump in. Same scenario, everyone cheered, he stripped down to his boxers, and stepped over the guard rail, and jumped in the creek. It was like watching the same clip over again, he quickly swam to the grove, ran up through the woods back to the bridge, threw on his clothes, and ranted about how amazing of an experience that was.
I should have left, but I felt defeated at that point. Once they all began to peer pressure me into jumping, I said "You know, screw it, I'll do it. But if I die its on your hands."
They all appeared optimistic that I was not going to die, which was dumb optimism because no one really knew anything about me at the time. Little by little though, I could tell I was draining their optimism with some of the choices I made.
First, I opted to keep my clothes on for a couple reasons. For starters, at this point in my life I'm lucky I even talked to a girl, never the less showed some of my skin in front of them. I did not have the confidence to reveal my boney body to those evil temptresses. Also, it was freezing, so I felt it would be smart to have layers on to keep me warm in the water.
My wardrobe decision definitely appeared to cause some confusion, but they still supported my endeavor to jump off the bridge. I stepped over the guard rail, and stood on the edge of bridge overlooking the creek. My entire body was shaking, and the guys must of felt the anxiety emitting from my body because they both came over and said "you know, you don't have to do this"
I was pissed, like soooooo pissed, they would have the audacity to say that to me at that moment. I acknowledged my anger towards them, and they both apologized. They proceeded to give me advice, and emphasized the importance of projected myself off the ledge. If I just dropped, it was extremely shallow and there were rocks and branches sticking out all over the place. I needed to project myself as far as I could horizontally off the bridge.
"Got it" I said. So I used every muscle in my body to jump and slingshot myself off that bridge. Problem though - I have never been an athlete. If anything, I'm the complete opposite of an athlete, so a jump for me is equivalent to a drop for someone else. I don't even know what would happen if I attempted to drop... I'd end up doing a back flip or something.
So I dropped straight down. Shane and Freddy noticed I didn't propel myself off the bridge so they both tried to grab me before I fell, but they were to late. I heard them yell "noooooo don't jump!!"
Time moves slow when you are free falling 30+ feet into an ice cold creek on a 3 degree day. Before I even made it to the water, my leg bounced off a tree limb sticking out under the bridge. My ankle broke in half, it was a complete clean break. I barely felt any pain though, because when I hit the water half a second later, my body immediately went into a paralytic shock since it was so cold. I couldn't move, I could breathe, and blacked out. What saved me was that dumb ass Limp Bizkit Ecko jacket I wore, which acted like a life jacket and kept my head above water when I was unconscious.
From what I was told, the girls ran away once they saw my lifeless body floating down the creek. Lucky for me, there was a Good Samaritan in the woodland area who witnessed what happened, jumped in the creek and saved my life. He had to give me CPR, whole nine yards. The dude saved my life and I still don't know what his name is.
I was in and out of consciousness after he gave me CPR. I finally came too in the hospital room with my father at my side. Scary way to wake up, because my father was an intimating man. If history proved anything, he was going to be PISSSSSSSED that I did something so stupid. But in this instance, he appeared to be charismatic and caring for my emotional state. It was very strange.
Turns out, he thought I was trying to kill myself. Shane and Freddy were scared I was going to die, and were concerned they would be held responsible if I did. So they decided to tell the police and paramedics, that I jumped off the bridge with the intention to kill myself. They claimed they made an attempt at stopping me, but failed.
Their story actually aligned with what the "Good Samaritan" witnessed as well. Apparently the guy, came walked out of his house to get some wood, when he noticed me standing on the other side of the railing over the creek. He noticed I was fully clothed, shaking, and yelling profanity at "my friends." When I jumped, he also saw my friends try to grab me, while yelling not to jump. So from his point of view, it definitely looked like a suicide attempt.
I want to reiterate it was NOT a suicide attempt. It was strictly a confidence and ego issue. I was so horrified to tell my father that I was not trying to harm myself, so instead I went along with the narrative that I was. From there, I had to spend the next 4 years in therapy. My doctor prescribed me anti-depressants, which I never took. My entire high school experience I had to secretly dispose of anti-depressants to give across the impression that I was taking them. Therapy was a nightmare, even though I probably needed therapy, it was all based on a lie so its like I never even went. If anything, it screwed me up more.
I talked to Freddy and Shane maybe one more time in my life. They thanked me for going along with the suicide story. I wanted to punch both of them, but figured it would be easier if I just let it go. Never saw those evil temptresses again either. I will always hate that girl Eve.
So in summary - if your friends jump off a bridge, I HIGHLY recommend that you do NOT jump off as well. It can ruin your life :)
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2023.02.02 22:05 Old_Programmer_2500 Infuriating teacher

This is my first post. I hope I won't be breaking any rules. It's a slight vent. I'm sorry.
I am a second-year Graphic Arts student at a local votech. That's actually where I'm creating this post right now.
Long story short, my instructor is hypocritical and it annoys me so much. Tl;dr at the bottom.
Long story version? Where do I start? Maybe some more backstory.
She was perfectly fine last year. I almost immediately became a somewhat star student, which may be some of my issues but she does this to other kids too. I have severe ADD. I take meds for it that end up lowering my appetite (I have asked about different ones but my doc said that all the meds for it in the strain have the same appetite loss effect). However, sometimes my meds don't always work even if I take them (may need to up the dosage for that) so even if I take them I struggle to focus. I have to hyperfocus to get things done sometimes. If I remember right, she has claimed to have ADD/ADHD. Pretty sure it's a different type (as there are 7 types). We also have two girls in class who help in the marketing department of the school and do things for them as well. I'll call them J and K.
Now this year. We have new students. I'm now in my second year. Things have gone downhill.
Last semester. We're supposed to get Adobe Certifications. I didn't get one in my first year. She placed what I'm reading as a threat that she would cancel the subscriptions for the certification if we second years didn't get one done by the end of the semester. I had been doing things that weren't part of the course that she said she would waive assignments for. She didn't. I finally sat down and started working with a Photoshop Certification video course that recommended going along with the software. I hadn't been working on the assignments over copywriting that she gave us due to that.
She came over and asked me why I hadn't gotten them done. I said I was working on certification as she had asked us to do. She said that I could still get them done while working on certification. I told her that I couldn't. She insisted that I could, then turned around and was like "Well J and K have already gotten their assignments done with time to spare."
Just hearing that pissed me off and I just immediately shut up. That one interaction ended up making me pissy the entire weekend.
I did manage to get certification by the end of the semester. No other issues then. It's the second semester now and there are so many more.
I didn't mention before, but lines that my teacher pulls often are "I'm preparing you for the job world" and "I know, but". The latter of which is often used when she interrupts us while we're trying to explain something.
She has continued giving us more and more work, not considering the fact that we all work at our own pace. She'll talk for the first half hour of class, not letting us do our work. She'll then get annoyed that we don't get it done.
She'll say she doesn't play favorites but continues to dote and brag about what J and K get done and how fast they get it done then be like "how come you guys haven't gotten it done yet?" She'll say we don't have an excuse as to why we haven't if they have. We do. We don't work as fast. She doesn't listen if we try to say that though.
A couple of weeks ago, one of the new kids (they were really nice. We still talk) dropped out due to the stress giving them panic attacks, anxiety attacks, and causing them to struggle to sleep at night. It took that for my instructor to realize she's been giving us so much work that it's stressing us out. She has started to lessen the work a bit and give us slightly more time but it's still a lot and it seems like it was only temporary as it's kinda going back up.
We also have a break time every day (2 pm as it is an afternoon class). She makes everyone go on the break saying that we can't be left in the class alone.
Well. Everyone except J and K. She doesn't make them go on break. Wonder why they're getting their work done faster than the rest of us.
Now the event that caused this post. The start of this class.
I got to class and got my stuff. The bell rang and I started writing down the assignments and the quote of the day. She realized the bell rang and got attendance in.
She then proceeded to make everyone, I repeat, everyone, stand up and go to the front of the class. "Why?" You may ask? Because of Groundhog Day. She got us all to the front to watch the groundhog. I tried to tell her I was still writing everything down. She made me go up anyway.
We all stood there for half an hour while she made us watch the groundhog then talked about the assignments for today and a few for next week. We couldn't do our work or anything. We just stood there while she talked.
And yes. I was very obviously pissed that she was forcing everyone to go up. She threatened to send me to the counselor's office saying "that kind of attitude isn't right and you know it isn't."
Oh and we haven't reported her because she's still a great person and a great teacher, but she pulls so much shit that's unfair. I, personally, feel that it would be hard for the admins to replace her as she's worked in this industry for so long (her husband is retired and her children are grown if that shows anything. Probably not). We're a small city, so I don't know how easy it will be to replace someone with so much experience. Plus, it would change the whole curriculum.
Tl;dr: My Graphic Arts instructor gives us too much work, doesn't take into account our own working pace, gets mad at us for not getting our work done, and constantly compares the other second years and me to two girls who get everything done quickly while insisting that she doesn't play favorites.
Sorry. This is a massive vent. I just wanted to get it out. I am more than willing to find a better place to put this if this sub isn't right.
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2023.02.02 22:05 s_y_s_t_e_m_i_c_ Leave the kitty alone.

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2023.02.02 22:05 atgunner First great night with BiPap!

After years of terrible sleep, I finally did a sleep study through Lofta earlier this month and was diagnosed with complex apnea and hypersomnia: OSA 66.7 AHI, CSA 9.8 AHI. I was prescribed a bipap and purchased an AirCurve 10 that I received exactly a week ago.
The first few nights, I tried the Airfit P10i I ordered and couldn't get more than 2 hours a night before I ripped it off. I was pretty discouraged, but watched some youtube videos and decided to order all the parts from amazon for a Dreamwear full-face mask. Buying the parts individually saved me about $25 versus buying it straight up. I thought I would hate the full face mask, but it's actually way, way, way more comfortable than the nasal pillows for me. With that mask on Monday and Tuesday, I hit the 4 hour mark each night before ripping the mask off. Progress!
Last night, exactly one week from getting my machine, I fell asleep quicker than ever. I slept hard. Mask didn't bother me one bit and I finally made it a full 6 hours. I woke up today feeling better than I have in god knows how long. My apnea events are under 5. It's incredible and I feel amazing.
If you're new to this and struggling with the transition, just keep it up! Sit in bed with your mask on for 15-20 minutes before you try to sleep. Turn off any ramp settings to help your body get used to it quicker. Find a mask that both fits and feels comfortable. And don't get discouraged if you have a bad night. It takes time to adjust and you'll get there!
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2023.02.02 22:05 GigaGrug Military Recruitment Psyop Tiktok Girl update

This has been covered on War Is Boring but here are more details + the e-girl discord leaks.
Earlier this week, Haylie Lujan, haylujan on Instagram, lunchboxlujan on Tiktok, a request for people to make up rumors about her, on both platforms.
She also started promoting an Instagram page called sikeops which was counting down to a reveal date. She had recently attended SHOT show, a trade show in Las Vegas, and posed in an erotic photoshoot for Weapon Outfitters. Haylie has no experience in the tactical or firearms industry, although she is considered by many to be an attractive female.
Shortly afterwards, the user on Instagram posted comments that there was an unreleased sex tape or images, related to an encounter at a SHOT show afterparty. Many users began to theorize that this countdown was a reveal to the launch of an OnlyFans page, and that she knew she had intimate images circulating, and was going to monetize herself before they were widely spread.
That night, as the sikeops account ended the countdown and revealed the launch of a psyops themed patch and clothing line, Haylie direct messaged that individual, who replied to her with an image of Hunter Biden smoking crack, followed by a Jeffrey Dahmer meme and images and video of a Trijicon ACOG being mutilated with a dremel tool.
At this time, many Instagram users were complaining on posts by sikeops and saying that they never got any 'merch' that they paid for in 2022 from an earlier patch or shirt sale Haylie orchestrated.
Following that, Haylie posted the DMexchange to her story in the form of a video narration and screenshots of the DMs, claiming to have 'rizzed up' and that 'like all incels' he immediately melted and 'tried to show off a scope' to her.
(An Instagram Story is an in-app feature that allows users to post photos or videos that automatically disappear within 24 hours.)
She continued on, claiming that because of the markings on the scope, it's owner could be directly identified. She then added a screenshot of a text message from Ron, from Weapon Outfitters, where Ron said that the scope was clearly the craftsmanship of a CNC operator with the username wop.dillo, and that he had been fired from FN for a negligent discharge.
She then proceeded to identify and post the personal information of wop.dillo in her story, and claimed in a video posted to this story that she was 'untrollable' and that because of her military intelligence resources, no one could hide from her, including who she stated was an angry virgin who lived in a basement with his grandmother.
A few hours later, she deleted these story posts, although screenshots and recordings are circulating. wop.dillo threatened legal action against Weapon Outfitters. The following day, Weapon Outfitters posted an apology as a standard image post on both their Instagram and Facebook. Haylie also copied this apology in her regular, non-story Instagram posts. Comments were disabled in all of these posts. Although these posts got thousands of likes, they were removed later.
Around the same time, posted his side of the DMs, which showed the details of her opening a conversation by insulting him, and his reply in the form of a Jeffrey Dahmer meme from the recent film, Monster: The Jeffrey Dahmer Story (TV Mini Series 2022), encouraging her to "hang out and watch a movie," followed by the mutilation of the ACOG.
In these revealed DMs, she also claimed to be associated with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives, and that he was going to be visited by them.
The next day,'s story featured a screen recording of an extensive audio apology sent to him via DM from Lujan. In it, she states that she couldn't post it to her own story because it wouldn't be fair to the brands who paid money for highlights there, if he was promoted for free. He concluded this by saying the matter was closed and asked 'for no one to harass or contact anyone involved'.
Later last night, leaks of Lujan making extremely racist comments in a Discord server were combined with clips from her apology, and posted on various darkweb discussion boards, along with some images alleging cosmetic surgery and pictures of her without freckles, alleging that her freckles are artificial.
Crimes Man is widely known in private tactical/firearms industry circles to be the personal troll account of 'Tactical Shit' owner TJ Kirgin. Faceless is a known associate.
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2023.02.02 22:04 Danceman2 10 Best Tactical Strategy Games, Ranked
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