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Keeping up with the Stepfords

2013.07.11 02:41 Keeping up with the Stepfords

Come to share your experiences about your abilities as a "Domestic Goddess". Your husband will be home any time! So, put on your aprons, heat up your ovens, slip into those heels and get to doing what you do best! Feel free to share any ideas about keeping house all while looking your best.
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2023.02.03 06:08 KingStryderRules A Tale of Stupidity, Woe, and Hope

This is surreal, embarrassing, shameful, and just plain gross.
As many of you, and apparently an estimated 300 million people a year, my family was infected with scabies.
BACKGROUND:
In early December 2022, our daughter had a bunch of bug bites on her thigh in an odd looking almost uniformed pattern. Perhaps a spider or some other type of bug got into her PJs and bit her in the middle of the night, we thought. The first morning she didn’t complain of itching. When evening came though, she complain they were itching and appeared to have more bug bites. There were so many that you could feel the heat coming from her inflamed leg. We rubbed hydrocortisone cream on it and gave her Benadryl. I then changed her sheets for good measure.
Her large amounts of bites faded eventually, but she constantly had a few itching and irritating bites.
My husband starting getting bug bites about a week or two later on his torso. He thought we had fleas perhaps as we have a lot of dogs and cats and live in a warmer area. I wasn’t convinced of this as I didn’t have any bites and am highly sensitive to flea bites while our daughter and he are not. In fact, our son, who is also sensitive to flea bites, had no bites either.
Fast forward another week and now I had bites all over my torso. This time, I was convinced that it might be fleas. As we treat the dogs with 3 month flea medicine, we figured it might be the cats and bought medicine to prevent fleas in them. However, we did not find any fleas when we inspected them, but we applied it anyway. I also vacuumed the couch and treated the couch and carpeted living room with flea spray.
The bites persisted. They were on my waste line and in my arm pits at this point.
My husband finally said that he thinks we have scabies. I honestly had never really heard of it and thought it was a disease you get from sleeping with prostitutes I was completely wrong and had no idea. We read up on the symptoms and my husband, a biologist by trade, did a skin scrape to confirm it.
PATIENT ZERO:
In retrospect, we think our daughter, who broke out first, gave us this and probably picked it up at school. We were all sharing a bathroom at the time as our second bathroom was under renovation and she would always forget her towel and nick our towels. No one in the house shared towels so we think that’s what kept them safe.
TREATMENTS:
SULFUR AND FAILURE:
At first we attempted to treat with 10% sulfur cream. While it helped relieve the itch, it didn’t cure us. It also made all of us smell like we lived in a sewage treatment facility and made our sheets and clothes smell something awful. We were too ashamed to go to the doctor at first. After a week and a half of failures, we buckled down and called the doctor.
PERMETHRIN AND TEMPORARY SUCCESS FOR SOME:
We were told to treat the whole family with 5% permethrin cream twice a week apart. We did our first treatment and everyone’s bites went away fast and suddenly. The only negative side effect I noticed at the time was a mild headache after the first use. Within a few days though, I had new spots forming. My husband assured me that I was fine, though I didn’t think so, and that it was likely post scabies.
He was so wrong after my spots, he got spots, and then our daughter got new spots. We treated the second time and their spots vanished and mine seemed to get better. Though a few days later, I was reinfected. This was confirmed with a skin scrape and the microscope. We can only hypothesize that as I stay home and was the one charged with the daily wash and cleaning that I was reinfected from actually cleaning and never really leaving the house.
PERMETHRIN FOR A THIRD AND SUCCESS FOR ALL BUT ME:
We treated for a third time with permethrin. My husband and daughter seemed to have a lasting cure. At this point, everyone was sleeping alone and I was fumigating the house and beds every morning around 7 AM. Everyone had marked improvements then it happened again. I got more spots and showed mites in another skin scrapping.
PERMETHRIN + IVERMECTIN AND SUCCESS:
I alone received a fourth round of permethrin and was prescribed 19.5 mg of ivermectin (I’m tall and weigh 99 kg) to be taken thrice at weekly intervals. At first, I wasn’t sure it was working as about 2 days after the fourth treatment and ivermectin, I had all sorts of new bumps on my torso and right arm. Then my left side was also engulfed after that. The doctor prescribed an antihistamine and I used a huge amount of topical anti-itch sprays and creams as well as 5% tea tree soap mixed with neem soap when showering. That helped with the itching but not with the mental anguish.
My husband was able to confirm for the doctor that there were no mite fragments found in my scrapings. I’m now on my second dose of ivermectin and still getting bumps, but feeling better. I would say that my night time itching is finally feeling reduced, though not completely gone. The only true comfort I have is knowing that there are no mites under the microscope and that no one else in my family is getting spots.
My skin still itches and new bumps are finally reduced but do appear and we check almost each one. The big difference between when I know I had an active infestation and when we think it’s post-scabies is that I no longer have the pin-prick feeling that would occasionally happen with live infestations.
I plan on taking my third IVM dose, but have some mental comfort. Though I refuse to sleep in a bed with anyone (husband or helping the kids fall asleep) until I have my third treatment and wait a week.
I hope this helps someone suffering and I hope I have no updates on a failed third treatment of IVM.
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2023.02.03 06:00 Dismal-Law9145 Organizer Multi-Layer Clothes Storage Basket

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2023.02.03 05:16 Overlooked_Penguin I regret letting my friend be my suitemate and can barely stand them now !~ Looking for advice

New to posting on reddit... sorry if the grammar is bad.
~Fake names used~
I (F21) live in a college dorm with 2 suitemates. In our dorm we share a living room and bathroom, but all have our separate bedrooms. One of my friends and suitemate was moving out of the dorms for the second semester and rather than being assigned a random new suitemate, my other suitemate Carley (F19) and I thought it would be a good idea to let our mutual friend (F21) Rachel move in with us. We weren't super close, but overall had not problems with eachother.
It has been 4 weeks into the school year and I can barely stand living with her. I feel as though in this short period I have started to dislike her as a person and don't know how I'll survive a whole semester with her.
For context our university requires we create a living agreement to help alleviate any suitemate conflicts. We all sat down within the first week and created this 'contract'. Within it we listed most items as 'ask to borrow, but most likely yes', set cleaning assignments within the bathroom (I clean the shower, Carley cleans the sinks/mirror, and Rachel is supposed to clean the toilet) , respectful communication, and no trash is supposed to be left in the living room for more than 1 day. Carley and I had bad suitemates in the past that left food in the living room to the point it was molding. To clarify none of these rules are harshly upheld, but seen as a general rule of thumb for the suite. This was all discussed and mutually decided and agreed upon.
During our first bathroom clean at the beginning of the semester Rachel did not life a hand to help and watched us clean. I ended up having to clean her assigned part because it needed to be cleaned. We have all of the supplies and product to clean readily available, which is something she is aware of.
She asked to borrow one of my tops, which was completely fine with me, and kept it for 2 weeks. Throughout this time she wore it periodically, made comments suggesting she wanted me to give her the top, and got upset with me when I asked for it back after the first week. To add to this I did not ask for this top to be washed before returning to me because I prefer to wash my own clothes, so it was returned 2 weeks later dirty to me after having re-asked her for it.
Rachel really likes our living room and constantly spends time in it doing work and chilling. *Carley and I were not in the living room much (if at all) during these past few weeks.* Within 3 weeks the living room started to look like hell. I felt disgusted when I walked through it on my way to classes. There were crumbs on the floor, candy wrapper, and semi empty food wrappers/ bowls. To paint a picture we have a love seat, two arm chairs, an ottoman, and a table in the living room. You could not sit anywhere without having to throw something in the trash or move stuff. Rachel owns a vacuum and even placed this vacuum in the living room, but did not use it to clean the crumbs off the floor. I went through and cleaned the majority of the living room one day and had to ask 3 times for her to pick up some of the trash wrappers I hadn't tossed.
A few other frustrations I have from living with her is I noticed she makes every conversation about herself. She constantly is fishing for complements, asking how outfits looks, commenting on her body, and when I show any excitement on my outfits she puts me down. Such as she commented on how my sweatpants accented my waist nicely, and I thanked her and said I liked how they made my butt look. She asked me to turn about, I did, and she then said "your ass looks flat" then tried to dissect my outfit as a whole. I shut her down and told her I did not want/ask to hear her philosophic dissection of my outfit. fAnother example is when I walked out in my new dress my mom had bought me. I was super excited and really loving it (especially since someone special in my life bought it for me, which she was aware of), and when I walked out to show her she immediately started critiquing it and told me I'd look better with accessories. She did not say anything nice about it.
Also at the start of the year she said she wanted to be gym buddies, so I set up a day that worked for both of us. context: when she asked to be gym buddies she guilted me by including how I hadn't set a set schedule to do this with her last semester. I am a busy college student in a more demanding major than her and so I immediate opened my calendar and we set a day. We were supposed to work out one day a week together for an hour. On our first day she was 15 minutes late, took 20 minutes to change, and only wanted to do the calf raise machine and core/waist turn machine (sorry don't know the name). She ditched me and stopped on the 2nd planned work out and has not joined again.
Rachel also has a terrible habit of not fully closing the front door and has left our door open multiple times. One time she left the door open over night. I had already gone to bed and did not see it was left open. Another friend that lives in the dorm messaged me letting me know our door was open, but I only saw it in the morning. I closed it as soon as I knew, but it had been open all night.
I honestly do not know what to do. It has only been 4 weeks and I can't stand how its currently going. I don't believe myself to be a 'neat freak' or asking too much... especially since it was mutually agreed upon, however when I've brought up some of these things she gotten defensive. She did not think the living room looked dirty and it took a GUEST in our home saying it was for her to do something. She doesn't see a problem, and has ignored/ disregarded me when I mentioned these things. I've talked to Carley about some of this, and shes had her own problems with her too. However, she hasn't talked to her or helped me with discussing any of this.
I'm just so frustrated. Due to this I feel what friendship we had has suffered and I do not know what to do. All I know is I cannot live a whole semester like this.... any suggestions for how to handle this situation?
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2023.02.03 04:55 Honeyandbutter2 I (27f) and my bf (26M) have been together for about 2 years and well until this day I can’t adjust to him having dogs

Yeah I sound like a terrible person but I’m not, not everyone is a dog person, and I still can’t accept the dogs, he lets them in the couch and I don’t like that, I have to vacuum it every other day and just going to work with hair in my clothes , im just so tired of it , he had his dogs before me so I guess walking away would be the best solution am I right?
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2023.02.03 03:39 itsleah09 found my underwear in my brothers room?

earlier today i was vacuuming my brothers room and i found a pair of my panties under his bed which kinda freaked me out. i went crazy trying to think how they could’ve gotten there. maybe our dog got them somehow and brought them to his room but i don’t just leave my clothes laying around so i don’t see how. i thought that couple pairs were missing but just thought they got lost in the laundry or something. i don’t know what to do now. i don’t want to bring it up to him because it would be extremely awkward i just hope that it was somehow the dog.
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2023.02.03 03:22 dt8mn6pr Urban winter composting, rubbermaid bin on a small porch, how to raccoon proof it without making this ugly, zone 5b

Looking into feasibility of composting in my conditions: large city, small backyard, main compost pile is hidden in the end of it, but in winter access is blocked by snow.
One of the solutions was using decent looking 20 gal/80L rubbermaid storage container with lid, placed on the back porch, next to the door for easy access for depositing kitchen scraps when everything outside it is covered by snow.
But a wildlife is a concern, mostly raccoons, able to open anything, or attempt to do this, loudly dragging bin around in the middle of the night. Chaining it to the railing only adds to a noise. Surrounding bin by hardware cloth will be vetoed by family members, this is a living area, used by everyone.
What else could be done for raccoon proofing? Bin content will be mostly kitchen scraps of the plant origin and paper-based browns.
No vermiculture or bokashi composting, considered them, but have no space for them inside, too cold outside, and would like to keep expenses on this as low as possible.
Zone 5b, Canada.
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2023.02.03 02:06 Eurothrash Trying to write a mystery novel and beta readers disliked the motives I chose for my murderers in my first draft, so looking for advice?

Hi all. For a while now, I've been writing a mystery novel (80k words for the first draft). I gave the first draft to some beta readers and everyone disliked the motivation given for the murder at the end (they thought the writing, descriptions, and murder mysteries were fine though and most enjoyed them), so I wanted to rewrite the end with the reveal of the motives of the culprits, but I'm at a loss for ideas given the structure of the story. I'll give a summary below, then ask for opinions of my problem:
Summary: (I'm abridging a LOT of details and scenes btw)
[Cast btw: A, B, C, D, and E are siblings, there's several servants (+ Head Servant), a family lawyer, and there's a MC]
[Core problem is there's 4 murders, but it's hard to come up with 4 separate motives for 4 murders.]
MC is traveling home on bus from college, bus does pitstop, MC helps Character A at a gas station, and then the bus leaves. Character A offers him a ride back to city after a brief overnight pitstop on her family home island (her father died two weeks ago, the island is being sold soon, and she wants to stop by to pick up her stuff before it's sold). On the way, the MC notices that Character A's luggage is very heavy for her one night visit. They stay at the island a night, and the next morning (Day 2), the boats have been smashed and lines cut.
Character A's family and MC all speculate but no one knows who cut them or why. At dinner, Character A does not show up, and when MC and Character B go up to check, the door is locked and blood seeps out the door. MC and Character B run to the basement where spare keys are kept under camera. Character B grabs the key, takes it up, and the family finds Character A dead (apparently a suicide) with the original key in Character A's room. (Only two keys are A's key and the spare key, so it seems impossible.)
They investigate, find Character A's shoe has tiny bits of glass on them and has oily clothes, and decide to wait for help. Next day (Day 3), Character C, MC, and 3 servants go to shed to get flags to put up as SOS signals around the island in case a boat passes. The Head Servant opens the padlock on the shed, the 5 of them search for and get flags, and then 2 of them (MC and Head Servant) go around and put the flags up. When done, they decide to stop by the shed to grab some flare guns.
When Head Servant unlocks and opens the shed, Character B is dead inside. Only the Head Servant has the 1 key to the padlock of the shed. MC and Head Servant lock up again and go in notifying others. Character C is only one not answering, and when they check under his door, they seem him on the floor bleeding out. C has both keys on his person, so the family gets an axe from basement, break door, and find C dead inside with both keys inside as well. (It seems like an accident with a vase falling on C's head.)
They investigate both B and C's deaths, finding clues and such, and they determine the murderer turned on the music in C's room for a certain reason at a certain time, earlier. Only D had an alibi at this time, so it seems he's the only one who is innocent of C's murder at least.
The next day (Day 4), the MC searches for more clues, and then later while family is eating dinner, character D does not show up, having gone to the bike storage place on the island for his regular ride. Family and MC see fire in the distance, so MC and two others come to the storage place to find it burning down. It's locked with a chain on inside and D has burned to death.
Finale reveals that it was a multipart murder. A was killed by B. B switched the keys on the way back up to A's room and always held onto A's spare key. Then B was killed by C. C called B to the shed and murdered them inside. C swapped the lock to the shed earlier when searching for the SOS flags, then the Head Servant mistakenly put on the fake lock. Later C switched it back after the murder inside the shed. C was killed by D, who used a contraption to get the key inside the room. D created a false alibi for himself by remotely playing the music to make it appear the killer was inside when D was coming up (it's more complex than this, but just as a gist of what happened). Finally, when D went to the bike storage, he was blown up because of a gas trap left by A, who was the final murderer.
So tl;dr A was killed by B, who was killed by C, who was killed by D, who was killed by A's trap. [A's death was made to look like a suicide, B's death in the locked shed was to frame the Head Servant who had the only key to it, C's locked room was made to look like an accident, and D's locked room was made to look like a murder but A intended to have an alibi and be off the island by the time it happened]
Problem: Originally, my murder motivation for the 4 was money for inheritance and the 4 siblings all hating each other and killing each other for extra inheritance money. But beta readers disliked it and thought it was weak, plus too coincidental with the 4 each doing a locked room murder for different reasons.
I was looking for alternative ideas. One idea I had was the family lawyer manipulating the 4, having sessions individually with each after the father passed and talking of the will, planning murders with each one separately, and convincing them all to commit the murders the way he instructs for extra money (because of past grudges the siblings have on each other). (Also considered an alternative where he blackmails some of them as well to commit the murders, but uncertain how to go about it).
But I'm still at a loss and uncertain for ideas for this. I'd prefer to keep the circular locked room murders and not change it to a single murderer or pair of murderers if possible since I like the thematic of it coming full circle, karma wise, plus my clues I wrote in were all situated for the characters I did the way I did so it would require changing a large part of the book. Advice/ideas are appreciated. Thanks!
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2023.02.03 02:04 Eurothrash Trying to write a mystery novel and beta readers disliked the motives I chose for my murderers in my first draft, so looking for advice?

Hi all. For a while now, I've been writing a mystery novel (80k words for the first draft). I gave the first draft to some beta readers and everyone disliked the motivation given for the murder at the end (they thought the writing, descriptions, and murder mysteries were fine though and most enjoyed them), so I wanted to rewrite the end with the reveal of the motives of the culprits, but I'm at a loss for ideas given the structure of the story. I'll give a summary below, then ask for opinions of my problem:
Summary: (I'm abridging a LOT of details and scenes btw)
[Cast btw: A, B, C, D, and E are siblings, there's several servants (+ Head Servant), a family lawyer, and there's a MC]
[Core problem is there's 4 murders, but it's hard to come up with 4 separate motives for 4 murders.]
MC is traveling home on bus from college, bus does pitstop, MC helps Character A at a gas station, and then the bus leaves. Character A offers him a ride back to city after a brief overnight pitstop on her family home island (her father died two weeks ago, the island is being sold soon, and she wants to stop by to pick up her stuff before it's sold). On the way, the MC notices that Character A's luggage is very heavy for her one night visit. They stay at the island a night, and the next morning (Day 2), the boats have been smashed and lines cut.
Character A's family and MC all speculate but no one knows who cut them or why. At dinner, Character A does not show up, and when MC and Character B go up to check, the door is locked and blood seeps out the door. MC and Character B run to the basement where spare keys are kept under camera. Character B grabs the key, takes it up, and the family finds Character A dead (apparently a suicide) with the original key in Character A's room. (Only two keys are A's key and the spare key, so it seems impossible.)
They investigate, find Character A's shoe has tiny bits of glass on them and has oily clothes, and decide to wait for help. Next day (Day 3), Character C, MC, and 3 servants go to shed to get flags to put up as SOS signals around the island in case a boat passes. The Head Servant opens the padlock on the shed, the 5 of them search for and get flags, and then 2 of them (MC and Head Servant) go around and put the flags up. When done, they decide to stop by the shed to grab some flare guns.
When Head Servant unlocks and opens the shed, Character B is dead inside. Only the Head Servant has the 1 key to the padlock of the shed. MC and Head Servant lock up again and go in notifying others. Character C is only one not answering, and when they check under his door, they seem him on the floor bleeding out. C has both keys on his person, so the family gets an axe from basement, break door, and find C dead inside with both keys inside as well. (It seems like an accident with a vase falling on C's head.)
They investigate both B and C's deaths, finding clues and such, and they determine the murderer turned on the music in C's room for a certain reason at a certain time, earlier. Only D had an alibi at this time, so it seems he's the only one who is innocent of C's murder at least.
The next day (Day 4), the MC searches for more clues, and then later while family is eating dinner, character D does not show up, having gone to the bike storage place on the island for his regular ride. Family and MC see fire in the distance, so MC and two others come to the storage place to find it burning down. It's locked with a chain on inside and D has burned to death.
Finale reveals that it was a multipart murder. A was killed by B. B switched the keys on the way back up to A's room and always held onto A's spare key. Then B was killed by C. C called B to the shed and murdered them inside. C swapped the lock to the shed earlier when searching for the SOS flags, then the Head Servant mistakenly put on the fake lock. Later C switched it back after the murder inside the shed. C was killed by D, who used a contraption to get the key inside the room. D created a false alibi for himself by remotely playing the music to make it appear the killer was inside when D was coming up (it's more complex than this, but just as a gist of what happened). Finally, when D went to the bike storage, he was blown up because of a gas trap left by A, who was the final murderer.
So tl;dr A was killed by B, who was killed by C, who was killed by D, who was killed by A's trap. [A's death was made to look like a suicide, B's death in the locked shed was to frame the Head Servant who had the only key to it, C's locked room was made to look like an accident, and D's locked room was made to look like a murder but A intended to have an alibi and be off the island by the time it happened]
Problem: Originally, my murder motivation for the 4 was money for inheritance and the 4 siblings all hating each other and killing each other for extra inheritance money. But beta readers disliked it and thought it was weak, plus too coincidental with the 4 each doing a locked room murder for different reasons.
I was looking for alternative ideas. One idea I had was the family lawyer manipulating the 4, having sessions individually with each after the father passed and talking of the will, planning murders with each one separately, and convincing them all to commit the murders the way he instructs for extra money (because of past grudges the siblings have on each other). (Also considered an alternative where he blackmails some of them as well to commit the murders, but uncertain how to go about it).
But I'm still at a loss and uncertain for ideas for this. I'd prefer to keep the circular murders and not change it to a single murderer or pair of murderers if possible since I like the thematic of it coming full circle, karma wise, plus my clues I wrote in were all situated for the characters I did the way I did so it would require changing a large part of the book. Advice/ideas are appreciated. Thanks!
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2023.02.03 01:19 DeliciousWhales AU PC Chernarus [NAM] Die Anywhere No Safe Zone Toxic Zone Anywhere AI PvP & PvE

AU PC Chernarus [NAM] Die Anywhere No Safe Zone Toxic Zone Anywhere AI PvP & PvE
This server aims to strike a balance between convenience and difficulty.
Toxic zones can spawn anywhere. Chopper crashes and airdrops anywhere on the map, potentially with hostile AI. Zombie amount is randomly decreased or increased each day. Loot amount are decreased or increased per-item each day. Bright or dark night chosen at random each day.
There are traders, spread across the map, with limited stock. Dynamic restocking keeps only small stock amounts on common items, but also wipes stock randomly as well.
Base building and storage mods, with raiding and breaching charge.

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Others: CannabisPlus, MuchStuffPack, Solar Panel, etc.
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2023.02.03 00:51 OffForABurton 34 [M4F] UK/Online- Looking for my forever person.

Please send me a message rather than using the chat
Alright, so hi, everyone.
I've been single longer than I'd like to admit- and I'm sick of it.
I don't want it any more.
I want to share stuff with someone. I want to share life with someone. Someone I can kiss. Hold. Make laugh with terrible jokes, ridiculous stories, and my stupid fake Irish accent I slip into without realising it. Someone I can associate with places and feelings and songs. Someone who'll come to my mind, completely unbidden, and linger there for a while. Someone who I can read bits of my favourite books to. Someone I can recite poems for. Write poems for, too, come to think of it. Someone I can cook for. Someone I can make memories with.
I want someone I can hand my heart to, and say 'here, you take this, it belongs to you now'.
I don't expect much to come of this. I don't really think I expect anything to come of this. I haven't told you any cold hard facts about myself, so how would you even know if you'd like me or not? Here, see if these help you decide; my favourite colour is purple, my favourites animals are the okapi, the red panda, and my favourite birds are herons and hoopoes because they're fun to say. I'm scared of the dark but I can't sleep unless there's no light around anywhere. I love old musicals and romantic comedies. I am a huge romantic at heart( no, duh). I love cats, but I'm terrified of dogs- though I'm getting over it, bit by bit. I'm scared of spiders but I'm trying to stop that.
I like simple things, like the feel of clothes right out of the dryer, or the taste of the first sip of water when you’re really thirsty. I like the sound of wind rushing through tall grass, and the feel of mud between my toes. I like drinking chilled apple juice (with cinnamon, or elderflower, or both) on a hot day, and hot chocolate with cinnamon and nutmeg on a cold one. I like watching cheesy old movies in the middle of the night, and reality shows about cops or ambulance people during the day. I like shining a torch under my chin and pretending to be a ghost when it’s really dark. I like pretending I’m a mad scientist during thunderstorms; when I'm not busy being utterly terrified of them. I like to order in numerical order when I get a takeaway; so one time, I’ll get 87, the next 88. I like to pretend the car I'm in has lasers coming out of the side of it, and anything that gets in the way gets sliced. I like to people watch. I like to stop once in a while, and really think about what it'd be like to have a hook; would I be a pirate, or would I hire myself out as a freelance backscratcher? I like to wave at trains, swear at helicopters, and salute planes; sometimes I mix it up a little, though. I like to stick my tongue out and catch snowflakes, or try and get a mouthful of raindrops. I like to pretend I can talk to animals, though I'm far from being Dr Dolittle.
Some stuff I've done and seen recently to act as conversation starters:
I watched the entirety of The Good Place recently, and am desperate to discuss it with people. I've watched Crazy Ex Girlfriend (and boy do I have thoughts), and Peep Show. I'm also watching, or rewatching Wynonna Earp, Killjoys, Coupling, three different Star Trek shows, and Bosch.
I've recently read Brandon Sanderson's Stormlight Archive and Mistborn series, Scott Lynch's Gentleman Bastard books, Rothfuss' Kingkiller chronicles, everything by Brent Weeks, and the Emaneska books by Ben Galley. It's safe to say I totally have a literary type.
I've listened (in the past) to a ton of the Thrilling Adventure Hour podcast, and absolutely need someone to agree with me about how Sparks Nevada is the greatest thing ever. Also about how it's bullshit that you have to donate to be able to hear the whole back catalogue.
I've been playing a fair bit of several games that I've modded the hell out of. Minecraft, Fallout 4, Skyrim, Rimworld. Also Hitman, and Red Dead Redemption 2. Like two thirds of my computer storage is just games. The last game I completed was the main game and dlc if Resident Evil Village. I've also been playing Animal Crossing, too.
I'm just looking, really, for some conversation. Whether that's as friends, or as something more, so be it. I miss having someone to share my life with- though my life is pretty boring at present, so be warned. Mostly, I miss the comfort of knowing there's someone out there who'd give a damn, really.34 [M4F]Anywhere- Looking for my forever person.
Alright, so hi, everyone.
I've been single longer than I'd like to admit- and I'm sick of it.
I don't want it any more.
I want to share stuff with someone. I want to share life with someone. Someone I can kiss. Hold. Make laugh with terrible jokes, ridiculous stories, and my stupid fake Irish accent I slip into without realising it. Someone I can associate with places and feelings and songs. Someone who'll come to my mind, completely unbidden, and linger there for a while. Someone who I can read bits of my favourite books to. Someone I can recite poems for. Write poems for, too, come to think of it. Someone I can cook for. Someone I can make memories with.
I want someone I can hand my heart to, and say 'here, you take this, it belongs to you now'.
I don't expect much to come of this. I don't really think I expect anything to come of this. I haven't told you any cold hard facts about myself, so how would you even know if you'd like me or not? Here, see if these help you decide; my favourite colour is purple, my favourites animals are the okapi, the red panda, and my favourite birds are herons and hoopoes because they're fun to say. I'm scared of the dark but I can't sleep unless there's no light around anywhere. I love old musicals and romantic comedies. I am a huge romantic at heart( no, duh). I love cats, but I'm terrified of dogs- though I'm getting over it, bit by bit. I'm scared of spiders but I'm trying to stop that.
I like simple things, like the feel of clothes right out of the dryer, or the taste of the first sip of water when you’re really thirsty. I like the sound of wind rushing through tall grass, and the feel of mud between my toes. I like drinking chilled apple juice (with cinnamon, or elderflower, or both) on a hot day, and hot chocolate with cinnamon and nutmeg on a cold one. I like watching cheesy old movies in the middle of the night, and reality shows about cops or ambulance people during the day. I like shining a torch under my chin and pretending to be a ghost when it’s really dark. I like pretending I’m a mad scientist during thunderstorms; when I'm not busy being utterly terrified of them. I like to order in numerical order when I get a takeaway; so one time, I’ll get 87, the next 88. I like to pretend the car I'm in has lasers coming out of the side of it, and anything that gets in the way gets sliced. I like to people watch. I like to stop once in a while, and really think about what it'd be like to have a hook; would I be a pirate, or would I hire myself out as a freelance backscratcher? I like to wave at trains, swear at helicopters, and salute planes; sometimes I mix it up a little, though. I like to stick my tongue out and catch snowflakes, or try and get a mouthful of raindrops. I like to pretend I can talk to animals, though I'm far from being Dr Dolittle.
Some stuff I've done and seen recently to act as conversation starters:
I watched the entirety of The Good Place recently, and am desperate to discuss it with people. I've watched Crazy Ex Girlfriend (and boy do I have thoughts), and Peep Show. I'm also watching, or rewatching Wynonna Earp, Killjoys, Coupling, three different Star Trek shows, and Bosch.
I've recently read Brandon Sanderson's Stormlight Archive and Mistborn series, Scott Lynch's Gentleman Bastard books, Rothfuss' Kingkiller chronicles, everything by Brent Weeks, and the Emaneska books by Ben Galley. It's safe to say I totally have a literary type.
I've listened (in the past) to a ton of the Thrilling Adventure Hour podcast, and absolutely need someone to agree with me about how Sparks Nevada is the greatest thing ever. Also about how it's bullshit that you have to donate to be able to hear the whole back catalogue.
I've been playing a fair bit of several games that I've modded the hell out of. Minecraft, Fallout 4, Skyrim, Rimworld. Also Hitman, and Red Dead Redemption 2. Like two thirds of my computer storage is just games. The last game I completed was the main game and dlc if Resident Evil Village. I've also been playing Animal Crossing, too.
I'm just looking, really, for some conversation. Whether that's as friends, or as something more, so be it. I miss having someone to share my life with- though my life is pretty boring at present, so be warned. Mostly, I miss the comfort of knowing there's someone out there who'd give a damn, really.
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2023.02.03 00:49 OffForABurton 34 [M4F]Anywhere- Looking for my forever person.

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Alright, so hi, everyone.
I've been single longer than I'd like to admit- and I'm sick of it.
I don't want it any more.
I want to share stuff with someone. I want to share life with someone. Someone I can kiss. Hold. Make laugh with terrible jokes, ridiculous stories, and my stupid fake Irish accent I slip into without realising it. Someone I can associate with places and feelings and songs. Someone who'll come to my mind, completely unbidden, and linger there for a while. Someone who I can read bits of my favourite books to. Someone I can recite poems for. Write poems for, too, come to think of it. Someone I can cook for. Someone I can make memories with.
I want someone I can hand my heart to, and say 'here, you take this, it belongs to you now'.
I don't expect much to come of this. I don't really think I expect anything to come of this. I haven't told you any cold hard facts about myself, so how would you even know if you'd like me or not? Here, see if these help you decide; my favourite colour is purple, my favourites animals are the okapi, the red panda, and my favourite birds are herons and hoopoes because they're fun to say. I'm scared of the dark but I can't sleep unless there's no light around anywhere. I love old musicals and romantic comedies. I am a huge romantic at heart( no, duh). I love cats, but I'm terrified of dogs- though I'm getting over it, bit by bit. I'm scared of spiders but I'm trying to stop that.
I like simple things, like the feel of clothes right out of the dryer, or the taste of the first sip of water when you’re really thirsty. I like the sound of wind rushing through tall grass, and the feel of mud between my toes. I like drinking chilled apple juice (with cinnamon, or elderflower, or both) on a hot day, and hot chocolate with cinnamon and nutmeg on a cold one. I like watching cheesy old movies in the middle of the night, and reality shows about cops or ambulance people during the day. I like shining a torch under my chin and pretending to be a ghost when it’s really dark. I like pretending I’m a mad scientist during thunderstorms; when I'm not busy being utterly terrified of them. I like to order in numerical order when I get a takeaway; so one time, I’ll get 87, the next 88. I like to pretend the car I'm in has lasers coming out of the side of it, and anything that gets in the way gets sliced. I like to people watch. I like to stop once in a while, and really think about what it'd be like to have a hook; would I be a pirate, or would I hire myself out as a freelance backscratcher? I like to wave at trains, swear at helicopters, and salute planes; sometimes I mix it up a little, though. I like to stick my tongue out and catch snowflakes, or try and get a mouthful of raindrops. I like to pretend I can talk to animals, though I'm far from being Dr Dolittle.
Some stuff I've done and seen recently to act as conversation starters:
I watched the entirety of The Good Place recently, and am desperate to discuss it with people. I've watched Crazy Ex Girlfriend (and boy do I have thoughts), and Peep Show. I'm also watching, or rewatching Wynonna Earp, Killjoys, Coupling, three different Star Trek shows, and Bosch.
I've recently read Brandon Sanderson's Stormlight Archive and Mistborn series, Scott Lynch's Gentleman Bastard books, Rothfuss' Kingkiller chronicles, everything by Brent Weeks, and the Emaneska books by Ben Galley. It's safe to say I totally have a literary type.
I've listened (in the past) to a ton of the Thrilling Adventure Hour podcast, and absolutely need someone to agree with me about how Sparks Nevada is the greatest thing ever. Also about how it's bullshit that you have to donate to be able to hear the whole back catalogue.
I've been playing a fair bit of several games that I've modded the hell out of. Minecraft, Fallout 4, Skyrim, Rimworld. Also Hitman, and Red Dead Redemption 2. Like two thirds of my computer storage is just games. The last game I completed was the main game and dlc if Resident Evil Village. I've also been playing Animal Crossing, too.
I'm just looking, really, for some conversation. Whether that's as friends, or as something more, so be it. I miss having someone to share my life with- though my life is pretty boring at present, so be warned. Mostly, I miss the comfort of knowing there's someone out there who'd give a damn, really.
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2023.02.03 00:13 Eurothrash Trying to write a mystery novel and beta readers disliked the motives I chose for my murderers in my first draft, so looking for advice?

Hi all. For a while now, I've been writing a mystery novel (80k words for the first draft). I gave the first draft to some beta readers and everyone disliked the motivation given for the murder at the end (they thought the writing, descriptions, and murder mysteries were fine though and most enjoyed them), so I wanted to rewrite the end with the reveal of the motives of the culprits, but I'm at a loss for ideas given the structure of the story. I'll give a summary below, then ask for opinions of my problem:
Summary: (I'm abridging a LOT of details and scenes btw)
[Cast btw: A, B, C, D, and E are siblings, there's several servants (+ Head Servant), a family lawyer, and there's a MC]
[Core problem is there's 4 murders, but it's hard to come up with 4 separate motives for 4 murders.]
MC is traveling home on bus from college, bus does pitstop, MC helps Character A at a gas station, and then the bus leaves. Character A offers him a ride back to city after a brief overnight pitstop on her family home island (her father died two weeks ago, the island is being sold soon, and she wants to stop by to pick up her stuff before it's sold). On the way, the MC notices that Character A's luggage is very heavy for her one night visit. They stay at the island a night, and the next morning (Day 2), the boats have been smashed and lines cut.
Character A's family and MC all speculate but no one knows who cut them or why. At dinner, Character A does not show up, and when MC and Character B go up to check, the door is locked and blood seeps out the door. MC and Character B run to the basement where spare keys are kept under camera. Character B grabs the key, takes it up, and the family finds Character A dead (apparently a suicide) with the original key in Character A's room. (Only two keys are A's key and the spare key, so it seems impossible.)
They investigate, find Character A's shoe has tiny bits of glass on them and has oily clothes, and decide to wait for help. Next day (Day 3), Character C, MC, and 3 servants go to shed to get flags to put up as SOS signals around the island in case a boat passes. The Head Servant opens the padlock on the shed, the 5 of them search for and get flags, and then 2 of them (MC and Head Servant) go around and put the flags up. When done, they decide to stop by the shed to grab some flare guns.
When Head Servant unlocks and opens the shed, Character B is dead inside. Only the Head Servant has the 1 key to the padlock of the shed. MC and Head Servant lock up again and go in notifying others. Character C is only one not answering, and when they check under his door, they seem him on the floor bleeding out. C has both keys on his person, so the family gets an axe from basement, break door, and find C dead inside with both keys inside as well. (It seems like an accident with a vase falling on C's head.)
They investigate both B and C's deaths, finding clues and such, and they determine the murderer turned on the music in C's room for a certain reason at a certain time, earlier. Only D had an alibi at this time, so it seems he's the only one who is innocent of C's murder at least.
The next day (Day 4), the MC searches for more clues, and then later while family is eating dinner, character D does not show up, having gone to the bike storage place on the island for his regular ride. Family and MC see fire in the distance, so MC and two others come to the storage place to find it burning down. It's locked with a chain on inside and D has burned to death.
Finale reveals that it was a multipart murder. A was killed by B. B switched the keys on the way back up to A's room and always held onto A's spare key. Then B was killed by C. C called B to the shed and murdered them inside. C swapped the lock to the shed earlier when searching for the SOS flags, then the Head Servant mistakenly put on the fake lock. Later C switched it back after the murder inside the shed. C was killed by D, who used a contraption to get the key inside the room. D created a false alibi for himself by remotely playing the music to make it appear the killer was inside when D was coming up (it's more complex than this, but just as a gist of what happened). Finally, when D went to the bike storage, he was blown up because of a gas trap left by A, who was the final murderer.
So tl;dr A was killed by B, who was killed by C, who was killed by D, who was killed by A's trap. [A's death was made to look like a suicide, B's death in the locked shed was to frame the Head Servant who had the only key to it, C's locked room was made to look like an accident, and D's locked room was made to look like a murder but A intended to have an alibi and be off the island by the time it happened]
Problem: Originally, my murder motivation for the 4 was money for inheritance and the 4 siblings all hating each other and killing each other for extra inheritance money. But beta readers disliked it and thought it was weak, plus too coincidental with the 4 each doing a locked room murder for different reasons.
I was looking for alternative ideas. One idea I had was the family lawyer manipulating the 4, having sessions individually with each after the father passed and talking of the will, planning murders with each one separately, and convincing them all to commit the murders the way he instructs for extra money (because of past grudges the siblings have on each other). (Also considered an alternative where he blackmails some of them as well to commit the murders, but uncertain how to go about it).
But I'm still at a loss and uncertain for ideas for this. I'd prefer to keep the circular locked room murders and not change it to a single murderer or pair of murderers if possible since I like the thematic of it coming full circle, karma wise, plus my clues I wrote in were all situated for the characters I did the way I did so it would require changing a large part of the book. Advice/ideas are appreciated. Thanks!
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2023.02.02 23:47 GakSplat One for here

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2023.02.02 23:41 Eurothrash Trying to write a mystery novel and beta readers disliked the motives I chose for my murderers in my first draft, so looking for advice?

Hi all. For a while now, I've been writing a mystery novel (80k words for the first draft). I gave the first draft to some beta readers and everyone disliked the motivation given for the murder at the end (they thought the writing, descriptions, and murder mysteries were fine though and most enjoyed them), so I wanted to rewrite the end with the reveal of the motives of the culprits, but I'm at a loss for ideas given the structure of the story. I'll give a summary below, then ask for opinions of my problem:
Summary: (I'm abridging a LOT of details and scenes btw)
[Cast btw: A, B, C, D, and E are siblings, there's several servants (+ Head Servant), a family lawyer, and there's a MC]
[Core problem is there's 4 murders, but it's hard to come up with 4 separate motives for 4 murders.]
MC is traveling home on bus from college, bus does pitstop, MC helps Character A at a gas station, and then the bus leaves. Character A offers him a ride back to city after a brief overnight pitstop on her family home island (her father died two weeks ago, the island is being sold soon, and she wants to stop by to pick up her stuff before it's sold). On the way, the MC notices that Character A's luggage is very heavy for her one night visit. They stay at the island a night, and the next morning (Day 2), the boats have been smashed and lines cut.
Character A's family and MC all speculate but no one knows who cut them or why. At dinner, Character A does not show up, and when MC and Character B go up to check, the door is locked and blood seeps out the door. MC and Character B run to the basement where spare keys are kept under camera. Character B grabs the key, takes it up, and the family finds Character A dead (apparently a suicide) with the original key in Character A's room. (Only two keys are A's key and the spare key, so it seems impossible.)
They investigate, find Character A's shoe has tiny bits of glass on them and has oily clothes, and decide to wait for help. Next day (Day 3), Character C, MC, and 3 servants go to shed to get flags to put up as SOS signals around the island in case a boat passes. The Head Servant opens the padlock on the shed, the 5 of them search for and get flags, and then 2 of them (MC and Head Servant) go around and put the flags up. When done, they decide to stop by the shed to grab some flare guns.
When Head Servant unlocks and opens the shed, Character B is dead inside. Only the Head Servant has the 1 key to the padlock of the shed. MC and Head Servant lock up again and go in notifying others. Character C is only one not answering, and when they check under his door, they seem him on the floor bleeding out. C has both keys on his person, so the family gets an axe from basement, break door, and find C dead inside with both keys inside as well. (It seems like an accident with a vase falling on C's head.)
They investigate both B and C's deaths, finding clues and such, and they determine the murderer turned on the music in C's room for a certain reason at a certain time, earlier. Only D had an alibi at this time, so it seems he's the only one who is innocent of C's murder at least.
The next day (Day 4), the MC searches for more clues, and then later while family is eating dinner, character D does not show up, having gone to the bike storage place on the island for his regular ride. Family and MC see fire in the distance, so MC and two others come to the storage place to find it burning down. It's locked with a chain on inside and D has burned to death.
Finale reveals that it was a multipart murder. A was killed by B. B switched the keys on the way back up to A's room and always held onto A's spare key. Then B was killed by C. C called B to the shed and murdered them inside. C swapped the lock to the shed earlier when searching for the SOS flags, then the Head Servant mistakenly put on the fake lock. Later C switched it back after the murder inside the shed. C was killed by D, who used a contraption to get the key inside the room. D created a false alibi for himself by remotely playing the music to make it appear the killer was inside when D was coming up (it's more complex than this, but just as a gist of what happened). Finally, when D went to the bike storage, he was blown up because of a gas trap left by A, who was the final murderer.
So tl;dr A was killed by B, who was killed by C, who was killed by D, who was killed by A's trap. [A's death was made to look like a suicide, B's death in the locked shed was to frame the Head Servant who had the only key to it, C's locked room was made to look like an accident, and D's locked room was made to look like a murder but A intended to have an alibi and be off the island by the time it happened]
Problem: Originally, my murder motivation for the 4 was money for inheritance and the 4 siblings all hating each other and killing each other for extra inheritance money. But beta readers disliked it and thought it was weak, plus too coincidental with the 4 each doing a locked room murder for different reasons.
I was looking for alternative ideas. One idea I had was the family lawyer manipulating the 4, having sessions individually with each after the father passed and talking of the will, planning murders with each one separately, and convincing them all to commit the murders the way he instructs for extra money (because of past grudges the siblings have on each other). (Also considered an alternative where he blackmails some of them as well to commit the murders, but uncertain how to go about it).
But I'm still at a loss and uncertain for ideas for this. I'd prefer to keep the circular murders and not change it to a single murderer or pair of murderers if possible since I like the thematic of it coming full circle, karma wise, plus my clues I wrote in were all situated for the characters I did the way I did so it would require changing a large part of the book. Advice/ideas are appreciated. Thanks!
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2023.02.02 23:41 Eurothrash Trying to write a mystery novel and beta readers disliked the motives I chose for my murderers in my first draft, so looking for advice?

Hi all. For a while now, I've been writing a mystery novel (80k words for the first draft). I gave the first draft to some beta readers and everyone disliked the motivation given for the murder at the end (they thought the writing, descriptions, and murder mysteries were fine though and most enjoyed them), so I wanted to rewrite the end with the reveal of the motives of the culprits, but I'm at a loss for ideas given the structure of the story. I'll give a summary below, then ask for opinions of my problem:
Summary: (I'm abridging a LOT of details and scenes btw)
[Cast btw: A, B, C, D, and E are siblings, there's several servants (+ Head Servant), a family lawyer, and there's a MC]
[Core problem is there's 4 murders, but it's hard to come up with 4 separate motives for 4 murders.]
MC is traveling home on bus from college, bus does pitstop, MC helps Character A at a gas station, and then the bus leaves. Character A offers him a ride back to city after a brief overnight pitstop on her family home island (her father died two weeks ago, the island is being sold soon, and she wants to stop by to pick up her stuff before it's sold). On the way, the MC notices that Character A's luggage is very heavy for her one night visit. They stay at the island a night, and the next morning (Day 2), the boats have been smashed and lines cut.
Character A's family and MC all speculate but no one knows who cut them or why. At dinner, Character A does not show up, and when MC and Character B go up to check, the door is locked and blood seeps out the door. MC and Character B run to the basement where spare keys are kept under camera. Character B grabs the key, takes it up, and the family finds Character A dead (apparently a suicide) with the original key in Character A's room. (Only two keys are A's key and the spare key, so it seems impossible.)
They investigate, find Character A's shoe has tiny bits of glass on them and has oily clothes, and decide to wait for help. Next day (Day 3), Character C, MC, and 3 servants go to shed to get flags to put up as SOS signals around the island in case a boat passes. The Head Servant opens the padlock on the shed, the 5 of them search for and get flags, and then 2 of them (MC and Head Servant) go around and put the flags up. When done, they decide to stop by the shed to grab some flare guns.
When Head Servant unlocks and opens the shed, Character B is dead inside. Only the Head Servant has the 1 key to the padlock of the shed. MC and Head Servant lock up again and go in notifying others. Character C is only one not answering, and when they check under his door, they seem him on the floor bleeding out. C has both keys on his person, so the family gets an axe from basement, break door, and find C dead inside with both keys inside as well. (It seems like an accident with a vase falling on C's head.)
They investigate both B and C's deaths, finding clues and such, and they determine the murderer turned on the music in C's room for a certain reason at a certain time, earlier. Only D had an alibi at this time, so it seems he's the only one who is innocent of C's murder at least.
The next day (Day 4), the MC searches for more clues, and then later while family is eating dinner, character D does not show up, having gone to the bike storage place on the island for his regular ride. Family and MC see fire in the distance, so MC and two others come to the storage place to find it burning down. It's locked with a chain on inside and D has burned to death.
Finale reveals that it was a multipart murder. A was killed by B. B switched the keys on the way back up to A's room and always held onto A's spare key. Then B was killed by C. C called B to the shed and murdered them inside. C swapped the lock to the shed earlier when searching for the SOS flags, then the Head Servant mistakenly put on the fake lock. Later C switched it back after the murder inside the shed. C was killed by D, who used a contraption to get the key inside the room. D created a false alibi for himself by remotely playing the music to make it appear the killer was inside when D was coming up (it's more complex than this, but just as a gist of what happened). Finally, when D went to the bike storage, he was blown up because of a gas trap left by A, who was the final murderer.
So tl;dr A was killed by B, who was killed by C, who was killed by D, who was killed by A's trap. [A's death was made to look like a suicide, B's death in the locked shed was to frame the Head Servant who had the only key to it, C's locked room was made to look like an accident, and D's locked room was made to look like a murder but A intended to have an alibi and be off the island by the time it happened]
Problem: Originally, my murder motivation for the 4 was money for inheritance and the 4 siblings all hating each other and killing each other for extra inheritance money. But beta readers disliked it and thought it was weak, plus too coincidental with the 4 each doing a locked room murder for different reasons.
I was looking for alternative ideas. One idea I had was the family lawyer manipulating the 4, having sessions individually with each after the father passed and talking of the will, planning murders with each one separately, and convincing them all to commit the murders the way he instructs for extra money (because of past grudges the siblings have on each other). (Also considered an alternative where he blackmails some of them as well to commit the murders, but uncertain how to go about it).
But I'm still at a loss and uncertain for ideas for this. I'd prefer to keep the circular murders and not change it to a single murderer or pair of murderers if possible since I like the thematic of it coming full circle, karma wise, plus my clues I wrote in were all situated for the characters I did the way I did so it would require changing a large part of the book. Advice/ideas are appreciated. Thanks!
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2023.02.02 23:22 pulledporktergeist How can I fix this carpet rip?

How can I fix this carpet rip?
We are renting and when we used the vacuum cleaner it ripped up some of the carpet, there was a piece that got caught and pulled. We do have extra carpet scraps in our storage. I was thinking I could cut a piece out and glue it down but not sure if there’s another way to fix it or if that’s my only hope lol
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2023.02.02 22:36 Seeyouon_otherside The Perfect Predator - Chapter 11

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Memory Transcription Subject: Captain Borala Whitestorm, Unan Separatist Command
I combed through the holopad’s database of the few supplies the Humans had spared for us, scratching behind my ear in nervous anticipation of what was soon to come. I was among the first non-Unan to be granted a spot in the military, although no one but my fellow rebels had any idea of that yet. I had been the commander-in-chief of the reserve militia for my homeworld of Scarborto-5 before Captain - now secretly Admiral - Gloss’a himself approached me for this… endeavor and now I was the captain of the Infinity. A thump made me turn to see the secretly promoted Specialist Ferill’a lugging a box of weapons into the storage room.
“Thank you, Ferril’a.”
“Of course, Captain Whitestorm.”
Before, many Unan had thought of her as a lesser being, whether they realized it or not. It was remarkable how quickly that had changed once she was put in a position of power. Unan culture was built on the respect of authority and it showed here. I realized that that was the Empresses’ game. They didn’t rule with fear, they did so with respect and adoration. Normally, that would be a good thing but they used those methods and warped them to brainwash their subjects and abuse their power.
I glanced at the bipedal reflection staring back at me from a well-polished wall. Striking green eyes with vertical pupils gazed from behind a muzzle covered in white fur. Sharp teeth suited for small game lined the inside of my mouth. I had dressed in a sharp, white suit and black tie that I would never have been able to afford before now. Most sapient creatures with fur had never needed to create clothes but Scarborto-5 was the definition of cold, even with the thick fur of my ancestors. Nowadays, clothing was just an integral part of Scarbotan society.
Ferril’a whipped her head around and focused on the second door. A few seconds later, the door hissed open to admit a Human and one of those… Venlil, they were called. The Human nodded to me and gave a wary glance to Ferril’a. The Venlil had an entirely different reaction however. His large ears pinned back against his head and he scrambled to hide behind the Human who let out a sigh.
What the hell? Did they bring a child on board or something? I racked my brain for an answer and remembered Admiral Gloss’a’s warning of the skittishness of most of the herbaceous species in and around Federation space. I whispered for Ferril’a to back up while I handled this.
“Hello, Human. Venlil. Welcome aboard the Infinity. I am Captain Borala Whitestorm.”
As was customary among my people, I made a point to make eye contact with the two as I greeted them. The Human returned my greeting and introduced himself as Alf Baldinotti and his partner as Mocit, but the Venlil shrank further back from my gaze. I also remembered that Federal species were instinctively fearful of predators to the point where they could and would completely abandon their dignity when in a stressful situation. I averted my eyes and took a few steps back so as not to further spook him.
“My apologies, Mocit. I didn’t mean to alarm you.”
“I-it’s okay, Captain. I’m just a little nervous,” he said, practically trembling from head to toe.
I decided to let him get used to me and Ferril’a and turned to Baldinotti.
“How can I help you?”
“We’ve been ordered to join you for a short time as part of the secret Acclimation Program. We were told we’d find you here.”
He handed me his own holopad. I looked over it and, taking out my translation glasses, read the documents pertaining to the Program. Both of their names, ranks, and visages dominated the tops of the files, with more information under, along with confirmation that they were assigned to us. Satisfied, I gave the holopad back and flipped the dark glasses up.
“Admiral Gloss’a had me set aside some rooms for you. Specialist Ferril’a here will show you to them.”
Mocit made a small squeak which prompted Baldinotti to attempt to calm him down.
“Listen, bud. We’re going to be around these guys for a while. We might as well get to the point of this program, right?”
“I-I know. It’s just the Unan-”
“It scares me too, but we’ll be fine.”
Ferril’a scoffed at the demeaning pronoun.
“Thank you. I feel so accepted here.”
I snapped my digits at her, a sign to be silent.
“Mocit, I will do my best to ensure that you are comfortable during your stay. No harm will befall you under any circumstances while you are here.”
“Th-thank you, Captain,” Mocit said.
The Venlil had calmed himself down for the most part already and only hesitated for a second when Baldinotti took him by the paw and led him to the waiting Unan. As the trio left, I made one final check of our new inventory before exiting as well and making my way to the bridge. I stepped inside and gazed at my crew. Before, this scene would have been a Unan listening to a bunch of other Unan go about their jobs. Now, I, a Scarbotan, was overlooking a plethora of species, from a few blind Unan, to the many armed Treeds, a couple aggressive Tamerro, and even a practically mythical scrawny Nirurian who’s species had been nearly exterminated during the Steel War and had yet to recover. The androids had taken advantage of their rather lascivious nature and infected them with a nanovirus that sterilized them. Due to their short lifespans, this quickly sent their race into a downward spiral. One of the first victims of the Technocracy’s mechanobiological weapons. I suspected the only reason the androids hadn’t made full use of biological weapons was their hatred of life. Or rather, Forger’s hatred of it. I doubted its creations had any emotions, or even sapience.
“Captain on deck!” Commander TedCit called when he noticed me.
Everyone snapped to attention and I waited for a few moments before ordering them back to their posts.
“We’ve completed undocking procedures with the United Nations cargo vessel, Captain Whitestorm.”
“Understood. Prepare to jump to FTL. Destination: Obox Aeriato.”
I felt the slight change of the engines as the ship shot off into the stars towards the future capital of the insurgency. The ship was built for Unan usage so the bridge was located near the center of the vessel, tucked safely away from danger. No need for viewports when you can’t view anything I suppose. I would have to get some screens installed to project what the hull cameras were seeing at some point.
I looked down at my holopad and checked the calendar application. One week. Things were moving into place smoothly. Queen Clee’an and her allies had been doing great work for the past week and a half, causing chaos and diverting the blame to the Empresses. The Federation had already pushed the Humans’ war efforts to the breaking point. All they had to do was hold on a little longer.
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2023.02.02 22:16 SmackedWithARuler This absolutely bizarre set of tenancy/rental rules.

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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 a walk away. After sweating in the lab on weekdays, we headed to the private resort down the road.
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?”
“Uhh—”
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?”
“Wren.”
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. Riss 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 her 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. 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 across the shore, 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.”
Fuck.
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, serum injections directly into its brain.
Impossible.
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 it 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.
Riss 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 Riss, 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?
Excitement?
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 Riss looked up from their work, and I noticed Kaian’s seat was empty.
“That sounded 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 second, 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.
FAIL.
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 one hand planted over his ear, his arm 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 Riss 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.”
Us.
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 21:31 gingerprince0411 [Review] In Hand Haul of the purchases of the last year [Stone Island, Ralph Lauren, Gucci Ring] Various 2 kg Parcel to Germany

[Review] In Hand Haul of the purchases of the last year [Stone Island, Ralph Lauren, Gucci Ring] Various 2 kg Parcel to Germany
Hey Guys,
after 3 years of passive Reddit consumption here it is: Welcome to my first reddit Post! Sorry for rookie mistakes!
First of all: I'm pretty bad when it comes to taking photos of anything. so forgive me for the crappy photo quality.
These are not the marketing product photos but partly photos that were taken directly after the arrival of the package. Before shipping (Agent: Wegobuy )I use the additional services such as moisture sag, vacuum packaging and label removal. On average it took 2-4 weeks for the parcels to arrive
Next, it should be mentioned that some parts were bought about 3/4 of a year ago. I think it might be interesting for some of you to see how the quality looks like after several washes etc..
About me:
193 cm, 92 kg - build kind of athletic but also a bit skinny fat. That's what happens when you don't eat all day and then only eat fast food in the evening.
Further notes on the haul:
Shipping to Germany in approx. 2 kg packages with GD-EUB. I don't send larger parcels because I was lucky enough to have my parcel banned by customs once before.... because of a pair of freakin´ Nike socks in the package. Otherwise, I've never had a problem with Plus 10 shipments.
All Stone Island products are from topstoney. I have tried several sellers especially in my early days and was absolutely not satisfied with some purchases quality-wise. i also own several Stone Island products that are original. Apart from the QR code, there are really no significant differences to the originals. You should size up! I am wearing L/XL in "general" European clothes and Stone Island Original Hoodies.
Got some more things to arrive in the next few weeks, let me know if you want another Haul and if you've any constructive Feedback for my next haul let me know. Have fun guys!
But now let's get to the interessting part (Rating System 1-10 .. For Karens: 10 for excellent)

w2c: https://item.taobao.com/item.htm?id=574731930590
Stone Island Wool Beanie Hat ;Size Unisex (9/10)
worn for quite a year in cold weather. You aren't supposed to wash it... I did .. Destroyed the hat a little bit und it felt way smaller. But when you wear it, you don't see the slight deformations.

https://item.taobao.com/item.htm?id=696190346959
Stone Island Ribbed Soft Cotton Knitwear; Size XXL (9,5/10)
Worn once. Little stretchy and pretty comfortable.

https://item.taobao.com/item.htm?id=624343956441
Stone Island Hoodie XXL (9,5/10)
Comfortable to wear and great quality . Half a year old -worn regular

w2c: https://item.taobao.com/item.htm?id=633682852095
As you can see from the faded areas, my favourite jumper. More than a year old and washed dozens of times. For the price of about $30, you can't complain at all.

https://preview.redd.it/14f7yhg2vtfa1.png?width=3024&format=png&auto=webp&s=3d88c9f4d8729ddcbd8792ea2f2ee1f93228ede9
Ralph Lauren Wool Bear Pullover (8,5/10) XL
Worn once. Feels pretty heavy and can't spot any major flaws. The jumper feels thick and high quality. Compared to the original (was in an RL store today with the jumper) I couldn't see much difference. Attention. Runs rather large.

https://item.taobao.com/item.htm?id=690360737489

w2c: https://item.taobao.com/item.htm?id=633682852095
Stone Island Crewneck Sweatshirt; XL (10/10)
Same as the green one but just arrived the past days. Looks a little wrinkled, but that's because it's vacuumed. Colour is also right

w2c: https://item.taobao.com/item.htm?id=662786766273
Gucci Ring Love is blind Size 21 (7/10)
One Year old
The ring was really great to wear for the first few weeks. However, it started to show signs of wear pretty quickly. I wouldn't recommend hitting someone in the face with it... somehow the ring doesn't hold up and bends a bit. If you took good care of it and didn't wear it on pub crawls and in everyday life, it would last longer
https://preview.redd.it/0l255jmrttfa1.png?width=4032&format=png&auto=webp&s=30044bfa33ef86ca545d84c44b32eb3ec0559786
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2023.02.02 21:25 TransportationThat78 SpongeBob SquarePants: The Cosmic Shake: Overview

SpongeBob SquarePants: The Cosmic Shake: Overview
Released in 2020, SpongeBob SquarePants: Battle for Bikini Bottom - Rehydrated proved popular with over two million copies sold. Publisher THQ Nordic called the game a fantastic success and decided that the audience "SpongeBob" needs a second part. The sequel, which creators call a spiritual sequel, not so fancy name - SpongeBob SquarePants: The Cosmic Shake, but the pleasure it brings not less than the original.

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Friends must be rescued
SpongeBob and Patrick naively get into another mess. They meet the sorceress Cassandra in Bikini Bottom, who gives them a vial with tears of a mermaid and promises that with this thing you can become whatever you want and get whatever you wish. The guys made their wish, but after that Bikini Bottom was plunged into chaos: the buildings disappeared, the inhabitants were scattered among the different worlds, and the hostile jelly creatures began to stroll along the streets.

https://preview.redd.it/jcqniskettfa1.png?width=1280&format=png&auto=webp&s=6202fbf86273b114d4583dd7d0454a94ceb1e487
SpongeBob was not hurt, but Patrick was - he turned into a balloon. So he constantly accompanies his best friend - both in gameplay episodes and in the story. You can't play as Patrick - unlike the last part, where there were three playable characters, here you can only play the story as Bob.
Bikini Bottom serves as a hub to which we return after each outing and from which we travel to other worlds. Compared to the last game, the city is noticeably brighter here - back then they clearly tried to make it look like the version from the animated series, but in the sequel they added colors. Plus, as you go through it, it gets more and more lively with the return of the characters and buildings.
But most of all I want to praise the rest of the worlds, dramatically different from each other. You will have to visit the pirate lagoon, Halloween's Rock Bottom, Jellyfish fields, decorated in the style of the Wild West, and other locations - a total of seven zones. Each has its own peculiarities: in the primal region you often have to ride a big boulder on lava rivers, in the movie studio you have to stunt and look for hidden paparazzi.
Not all locations are equally beautiful (the primal one seems to have been created at the last moment - it's good that it's not the final one in the story), but most of them are good. The journey through each of the worlds takes about an hour, and it feels like you've watched another episode of an animated series. Videos are high quality, absurd and funny jokes abound, and cross-dressing characters, never cease to amuse. Squidward as the director, Karate Kid Sandy, Princess Pearl Crabs - a lot of references and memes have not forgotten.
In the levels tried to make more variety: he fights with someone, then solves a puzzle, or begins a chase or a quick descent down a slope with obstacles. There are no new ideas for the genre, and the tasks can be archaic sometimes - for example, you are asked to collect a lot of items in the location (and more than once) or to knock on the doors of Rock Bottom to get the five candies from the locals. However, it doesn't get boring - you always know that the next scene will probably be something more amusing.
It's good, but it could be better.
My main complaint about the locations is that there are dead ends due to the lack of any ability. Exploring the region, jumping from platform to platform, getting off the main path to get somewhere - and there is either a castle waiting for you, or a button with the image of a skill not yet obtained. Therefore, if the first two locations I tried to actively "vacuum cleaner," the following have not been engaged in this - still do not remember where to go back. And when the game was over, to re-visit all the levels is not very desirable, although there are fun tests.
And for the most part to look for collectibles is unnecessary. The only kind of prizes here are SpongeBob costumes. You're given a new look before entering each of the worlds, and if you collect gold doubloons, you can buy even more clothing items in the main menu - there's the ghost look, and Bob in his underwear, and more. Maybe kids will enjoy dressing up the character - some of the looks are very funny - but I had more than enough story costumes.
So The Cosmic Shake turns out not to be a collectathon subgenre game, where you look under every bush in search of secrets, but a three-dimensional platformer with an emphasis on a fun story. If you then want to go back to the old worlds and completely clear them, there will be new entertainment, but without dialogues and clips the experience will not be the same. It's hard to call it a minus - the eight-hour adventure was very colorful, I laughed at some of the jokes, and overall the game looks like a gift for fans.
What may slightly tire by the end of the passage is the battles with jelly monsters. The authors seem to have tried to make sure that this doesn't happen: in each world they add one or two new types of enemies, and SpongeBob learns new tricks - he releases bubbles and locks his opponents in them, or kicks them in the air and bounces away from the target. But still you get tired of some opponents, especially because their design does not change.
For example, the muscular strongman, banging the tub on the ground, is found in the second half of the game in almost every arena, and the tactic is always the same - you wait for him to hit, and you hit, and then repeat two more times. Or the jelly slide, which emits a wave when wounded and creates minions - you see it in every one of the seven worlds. But the bosses are different, and it's interesting to fight them, even if they are easy to defeat.
The difficulty here in general is very low. SpongeBob has four health units, but no "lives" - if you get a fatal wound, you are revived near the last save point, and they are placed generously. There are no penalties - not even the currency needed to buy costumes is taken away.
SpongeBob SquarePants: The Cosmic Shake is a textbook 3D platformer that brings nothing new to the genre. But it didn't have to - the main thing is to make SpongeBob fans like it. It copes with this task perfectly: there are references and humor, and everything is drawn with great love for the animated series.
Pros: great recreation of Bikini Bottom with dozens of familiar characters; diverse worlds with their own challenges and mechanics; fun, albeit simple, battles with bosses; costumes to suit every taste for the main character; great humor in the spirit of the animated series.
Cons: unfortunate primal world; exploring locations without access to all abilities is almost pointless; enemies start to get boring by the end of the game.
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2023.02.02 21:14 Murrrlocc US PC CHERNARUS Nemesis Networks 1PP Vanilla + Quality of Life


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