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Chapter 28 Wrath of Bones, "The Strangler" - Patch Notes
2023.04.01 07:25 DeadByDaylight_Mod Chapter 28 Wrath of Bones, "The Strangler" - Patch Notes
New Killer – The Strangler
Jameson Brown was a man who had always been content with his simple life. He grew up in a small town, where he was known as the quiet and unassuming son of a farmer. After finishing high school, Jameson decided to pursue a career in accounting, which he found to be a good fit for his personality. He married his high school sweetheart, Joanna, and they settled down in a cozy little house in the town where they both grew up. For years, Jameson led a quiet and unremarkable life. He went to work, came home to his wife, and spent his evenings watching TV or reading a book. But all that changed when he discovered that his wife was having an affair with his best friend, Travis. At first, Jameson was in denial. He couldn't believe that Joanna, the woman he had loved and trusted for years, would do something like that. But as he started to notice more and more signs of the affair, his anger began to build. One night, after coming home from work early, Jameson caught Joanna and Travis in the act. He was consumed with rage and betrayed by the two people he had trusted most in the world. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, Jameson strangled them both to death with his bare hands. The police arrived soon after and arrested Jameson. He was charged with two counts of murder and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. But prison only served to fuel Jameson's anger and desire for revenge. He became obsessed with punishing those who had wronged him and started to develop a twisted pleasure in strangling his fellow inmates. He would wait until the lights went out and then sneak up on his victims, choking them until they were unconscious. Some he would let live, but others he would strangle until they died. One day, during a prison riot, Jameson managed to escape. He fled into the woods, where he stumbled upon an old abandoned cabin. Inside, he found a strange, ancient artifact - a necklace made of human bones. As soon as he put it on, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He knew that he had been chosen by some dark force to be its instrument of death. Now, Jameson roamed the forests and small towns, searching for those who had wronged him or anyone who crossed his path. At first, Jameson's killing spree was random and sporadic. He would sneak into towns at night, find a victim, and strangle them to death. But as time went on, he became more organized and methodical. He started keeping a list of people he wanted to kill, plotting out his attacks with precision. The police were baffled by the string of murders that seemed to have no connection to each other. They had no idea that Jameson was behind them, and they had no way of stopping him. For years, Jameson continued his killing spree, always staying one step ahead of the law. But eventually, his luck ran out. He was caught by a group of vigilant townspeople who had banded together to hunt him down. Jameson was sentenced to death, but even as he sat on death row, he never showed any remorse for his actions. He remained convinced that he had been chosen by some dark force to be its instrument of death, and he went to his execution with a smile on his face.
Killer Power - Wrath of Bones
When activated, The Strangler can target a survivor within a certain range and drain their life force, slowing their movement speed and revealing their aura to The Strangler for a short period of time. The Strangler can use Wrath of Bones four times per match. Once activated, it takes 30 seconds for the power to recharge. When a survivor is affected by Wrath of Bones, they are consumed by fear and start to hallucinate, causing their vision to blur and distort. While the survivor is under the effect of Wrath of Bones, they cannot perform any actions, including repairing generators, healing themselves or other survivors, sabotaging hooks, or opening exit gates.
Perk 1: Vengeful Spirit The Strangler can sense the aura of survivors who are healing or sabotaging his hooks. Survivors within a 16-meter range of a hooked survivor are revealed to The Strangler for 3 seconds when they start healing or sabotaging a hook. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
Perk 2: Bone Collector For each survivor The Strangler hooks, he gains a token. Each token grants a bonus to The Strangler's action speed and movement speed, up to a maximum of 3 tokens. The bonus for each token is 4%. The Strangler loses all tokens if he is stunned. The bonus persists for the remainder of the trial.
Perk 3: Choking Grip Survivors who are hit by The Strangler suffer from the Mangled status effect. Additionally, while carrying a survivor, The Strangler can move at 90% of his normal speed. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
New Survivor - Camille Sjögren
Camille Sjögren is a Swedish journalist who became obsessed with The Strangler's case after she covered his trial for a local newspaper. She spent countless hours researching his crimes, interviewing his victims and their families, and trying to understand what drove him to kill. But the more she learned, the more she felt like she was losing herself in the darkness of The Strangler's mind. Finally, she decided to confront him, hoping that seeing him face-to-face would give her some closure. But The Strangler saw something in Camille that he had never seen in anyone else - a kind of hunger for the truth that matched his own. He spared her life, but warned her that she would never be able to escape the darkness that had consumed him.
Perk 1: Obsessive Pursuit Camille is relentless in her pursuit of The Strangler. When a killer is within a certain range, Camille gains a boost to her movement speed and her scratch marks disappear faster, allowing her to escape and avoid him more easily. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
Perk 2: Indomitable Will Camille's time spent researching The Strangler's case has given her a strong will to survive. When she is within a certain range of a hook that has a survivor on it, she gains a boost to her action speed, allowing her to unhook them faster. Additionally, if she is unhooked or rescued from a hook, she gains a temporary boost to her movement speed and recovers from the Exhausted status effect faster. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
Perk 3: Truth Seeker Camille's thirst for the truth drives her forward, no matter the danger. When she completes a generator, she gains a temporary boost to her movement speed and reveals the aura of the killer within a certain range. Additionally, if she is the last survivor remaining, she gains a boost to her action speed, allowing her to open exit gates faster. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
Killer Changes
Map Changes
Bug Fixes
Kill Switched:
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Jameson Brown was a man who had always been content with his simple life. He grew up in a small town, where he was known as the quiet and unassuming son of a farmer. After finishing high school, Jameson decided to pursue a career in accounting, which he found to be a good fit for his personality. He married his high school sweetheart, Joanna, and they settled down in a cozy little house in the town where they both grew up. For years, Jameson led a quiet and unremarkable life. He went to work, came home to his wife, and spent his evenings watching TV or reading a book. But all that changed when he discovered that his wife was having an affair with his best friend, Travis. At first, Jameson was in denial. He couldn't believe that Joanna, the woman he had loved and trusted for years, would do something like that. But as he started to notice more and more signs of the affair, his anger began to build. One night, after coming home from work early, Jameson caught Joanna and Travis in the act. He was consumed with rage and betrayed by the two people he had trusted most in the world. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, Jameson strangled them both to death with his bare hands. The police arrived soon after and arrested Jameson. He was charged with two counts of murder and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. But prison only served to fuel Jameson's anger and desire for revenge. He became obsessed with punishing those who had wronged him and started to develop a twisted pleasure in strangling his fellow inmates. He would wait until the lights went out and then sneak up on his victims, choking them until they were unconscious. Some he would let live, but others he would strangle until they died. One day, during a prison riot, Jameson managed to escape. He fled into the woods, where he stumbled upon an old abandoned cabin. Inside, he found a strange, ancient artifact - a necklace made of human bones. As soon as he put it on, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. He knew that he had been chosen by some dark force to be its instrument of death. Now, Jameson roamed the forests and small towns, searching for those who had wronged him or anyone who crossed his path. At first, Jameson's killing spree was random and sporadic. He would sneak into towns at night, find a victim, and strangle them to death. But as time went on, he became more organized and methodical. He started keeping a list of people he wanted to kill, plotting out his attacks with precision. The police were baffled by the string of murders that seemed to have no connection to each other. They had no idea that Jameson was behind them, and they had no way of stopping him. For years, Jameson continued his killing spree, always staying one step ahead of the law. But eventually, his luck ran out. He was caught by a group of vigilant townspeople who had banded together to hunt him down. Jameson was sentenced to death, but even as he sat on death row, he never showed any remorse for his actions. He remained convinced that he had been chosen by some dark force to be its instrument of death, and he went to his execution with a smile on his face.
Killer Power - Wrath of Bones
When activated, The Strangler can target a survivor within a certain range and drain their life force, slowing their movement speed and revealing their aura to The Strangler for a short period of time. The Strangler can use Wrath of Bones four times per match. Once activated, it takes 30 seconds for the power to recharge. When a survivor is affected by Wrath of Bones, they are consumed by fear and start to hallucinate, causing their vision to blur and distort. While the survivor is under the effect of Wrath of Bones, they cannot perform any actions, including repairing generators, healing themselves or other survivors, sabotaging hooks, or opening exit gates.
Perk 1: Vengeful Spirit The Strangler can sense the aura of survivors who are healing or sabotaging his hooks. Survivors within a 16-meter range of a hooked survivor are revealed to The Strangler for 3 seconds when they start healing or sabotaging a hook. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
Perk 2: Bone Collector For each survivor The Strangler hooks, he gains a token. Each token grants a bonus to The Strangler's action speed and movement speed, up to a maximum of 3 tokens. The bonus for each token is 4%. The Strangler loses all tokens if he is stunned. The bonus persists for the remainder of the trial.
Perk 3: Choking Grip Survivors who are hit by The Strangler suffer from the Mangled status effect. Additionally, while carrying a survivor, The Strangler can move at 90% of his normal speed. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
New Survivor - Camille Sjögren
Camille Sjögren is a Swedish journalist who became obsessed with The Strangler's case after she covered his trial for a local newspaper. She spent countless hours researching his crimes, interviewing his victims and their families, and trying to understand what drove him to kill. But the more she learned, the more she felt like she was losing herself in the darkness of The Strangler's mind. Finally, she decided to confront him, hoping that seeing him face-to-face would give her some closure. But The Strangler saw something in Camille that he had never seen in anyone else - a kind of hunger for the truth that matched his own. He spared her life, but warned her that she would never be able to escape the darkness that had consumed him.
Perk 1: Obsessive Pursuit Camille is relentless in her pursuit of The Strangler. When a killer is within a certain range, Camille gains a boost to her movement speed and her scratch marks disappear faster, allowing her to escape and avoid him more easily. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
Perk 2: Indomitable Will Camille's time spent researching The Strangler's case has given her a strong will to survive. When she is within a certain range of a hook that has a survivor on it, she gains a boost to her action speed, allowing her to unhook them faster. Additionally, if she is unhooked or rescued from a hook, she gains a temporary boost to her movement speed and recovers from the Exhausted status effect faster. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
Perk 3: Truth Seeker Camille's thirst for the truth drives her forward, no matter the danger. When she completes a generator, she gains a temporary boost to her movement speed and reveals the aura of the killer within a certain range. Additionally, if she is the last survivor remaining, she gains a boost to her action speed, allowing her to open exit gates faster. This perk has a cooldown of 60 seconds.
Killer Changes
- Reduced The Strangler’s Terror Radius from 32 Meters to 24 meters
- Reduced The Strangler's base momvement speed from 4.6 m/s to 4.4 m/s
- Increased The Strangler's movement speed to 5.2 m/s while Wrath of Bones is active (was 4.9 m/s)
- The Hillbilly's chainsaw now plays the Benny Hill theme song and has a confetti cannon attached to it
- The Clown's gas now makes survivors hallucinate and see themselves as clowns
- Nurse's Torn bookmark add on is now basekit
- The Nemesis now has a pair of sparkly earrings
- The Wraith now has a "Pacifist Mode" where he can't attack survivors and can only offer them hugs and emotional support
- The Plague's vomit now comes in different flavors, including blueberry, grape, and watermelon
- The Huntress' lullaby has been replaced with a kazoo cover of "Sweet Caroline" to make it less scary
- Adjusted The Nightmare’s Dream Snares to be more of a greenish color
- Survivors can now equip a "Naruto Run" animation to dodge killer attacks more effectively
- Survivors can now call in air support to drop care more chests with items
- Survivors can now use emotes to distract killers, including dabbing and twerking
- Survivors below five feet in height will now experience a permanent buff to stealth and will not yell when jumping off tall structures
- Removed Meg Thomas as a playable survivor
- Feng Min now has a tramp stamp
- Whenever Survivors equip a Flashlight of common rarity, there’s a 1% chance to experience a new mechanic called Meltdown. Meltdown involves the battery of the flashlight exploding, leaking battery acid everywhere and instantly killing the Survivor. Any other Survivors within a ten-foot radius are instantly blinded and lose a health state
- New Item, Jetpack. Survivors can now equip jetpacks to fly away from the killer
Map Changes
- Added Badham Preschool variants VI, VII, VIII
- Removed all corn from the Coldwind Farm realms
- Removed the Raccoon City realm
- The game now features a "Time Travel" mode, where survivors can go back in time and prevent themselves from getting killed
- Increased Boons Radius to 69 meters (was 24 meters)
- Survivors can now enter a "Fortnite Building" mode to build structures and traps to protect themselves from the killer
- Added Breakable Windows
Bug Fixes
- Fixed an issue which caused The Strangler’s mori to last 3 seconds
- Fixed an issue where Claudette wouldn’t stop self-caring in the corners of the map
- Fixed an issue where Dwight didn't interact with lockers
- Attempted to fix an issue where The Cannibal starts the match in the basement if Insidious is in their loadout
- Fixed an issue where The Mastermind wouldn't stop repeating voicelines
- Fixed an issue where The Strangler would move at immense speed for the rest of the trial after being stunned during the cooldown of Wrath of Bones
- Fixed an issue where the shack had 2 windows available
- Fixed an issue where there was a chance to go against The Skull Merchant at the start of a trial, regardless of the selected killer
- Fixed an issue where The Cenobite was unable to come
- Fixed an issue where survivors didn't scream; instead, they will keep screaming endlessly for the whole trial
Kill Switched:
- Scourge Hook: Pain Resonance currently works on any hook without adding tokens
- Autodidact currently works with medkits
2023.04.01 07:12 Witcherrro [M 26] [Chat] Spending my birthday at work.
Hello, I just turned 26 an hour ago, and I'm gonna be be spending most of my birthday at work because I have a 32 hours shift.
I work as a pharmacist at a hospital, I'm a very open minded person and down to talk about anything.
have interests in many things like history " I could talk about ancient civilizations for days", science, gaming, fitness, I like to watch animes from time to time, talk about conspiracy theories, I love animals, and I like to cook from time to time.
Feel free to dm me.
Have a good day everyone.
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I work as a pharmacist at a hospital, I'm a very open minded person and down to talk about anything.
have interests in many things like history " I could talk about ancient civilizations for days", science, gaming, fitness, I like to watch animes from time to time, talk about conspiracy theories, I love animals, and I like to cook from time to time.
Feel free to dm me.
Have a good day everyone.
2023.04.01 07:04 Legate_Marius [Online][5e] Astora: The Capital - Homebrew Setting - Weekly - 12PM PST
Astora: The Capital
Our story begins on the continent of Aurelia in the great Capital of Astora. The Sapphire Gem, The Five Rings, The Rock, The Capital is known by many names and for many things. It stands, built on a small island of rock at the center of the Great Sapphire Lake. It was first discovered by the Sol Empire, a foreign people from a distant land. They built a fortress there and used it as a place to project power in the region. It stands as the same symbol hundreds of years later, looming at the center of the Astoran Empire.
Over time, The Capital quickly sprawled out from that fortress and grew into the unruly mess it is today. Five rings layer the city to its center. In the rings, a class system formed from lower class to the highest, each ring walled off from one another leading to the top Citadel, which is where the Empress’s seat of power rests.
Peace has befallen Astora for over fifty years under the watchful eyes of the Silvanus line. The Aramoor Elves, The Pirate Princes, The Dejya Hordes, and the Ulgoth Barbarian Tribes have ceased all major aggression with uneasy truces and hard battles won. However, rumors have begun to spread throughout Astora of unrest. An uneasy feeling of looming dread is starting to fester.
Insurrections, small and isolated, have begun to appear throughout the realm. Monsters and Beasts have started tearing into the countryside at random. The Grimstalkers, Monster Hunters, unable to contain the threat themselves.
With enemies no longer abound, maybe now the only enemies left worth fighting are within?
Will you rise to the peerage of high society? Will you become the crime lords of the city? Will you leave it all behind for a life of adventure and exploration? The choice is yours.
Notes from the DM:
Hello! You can call me Caz. A little bit about me as a DM, I’ve been DMing for around seven years, most of which has been in my own homebrew setting. I have also run Lost Mines of Phandelver and Curse of Strahd in the past.
I am a very player agency focused DM. I play the world and the party does as they see fit, their choices having impact and repercussions. There is still a main theme but it’s entirely up to the party to pursue or ignore and just go off and adventure. If I had to describe my style, I’d say Narrative Sandbox.
-I'm looking for around 3 players to participate in the game.
-18+ is required.
-Starting level 3
-We will be rolling for stats on the server using Avare and a Homebrew rule.
-Detailed backstories are encouraged.
-Homebrew on approval.
-Multiclassing on approval. [Not a fan of powergaming]
Message me for questions!
Thanks for reading!
Slots Available: 3/5
System Used: 5e
Style: Voice, FoundryVTT, Heavy Roleplay and Dangerous Combat
Session Duration: 4 hours with a 15 to 20 min break in-between.
Schedule: Every Monday at 12PM PST
Requirements: 18+, Discord VC
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Our story begins on the continent of Aurelia in the great Capital of Astora. The Sapphire Gem, The Five Rings, The Rock, The Capital is known by many names and for many things. It stands, built on a small island of rock at the center of the Great Sapphire Lake. It was first discovered by the Sol Empire, a foreign people from a distant land. They built a fortress there and used it as a place to project power in the region. It stands as the same symbol hundreds of years later, looming at the center of the Astoran Empire.
Over time, The Capital quickly sprawled out from that fortress and grew into the unruly mess it is today. Five rings layer the city to its center. In the rings, a class system formed from lower class to the highest, each ring walled off from one another leading to the top Citadel, which is where the Empress’s seat of power rests.
Peace has befallen Astora for over fifty years under the watchful eyes of the Silvanus line. The Aramoor Elves, The Pirate Princes, The Dejya Hordes, and the Ulgoth Barbarian Tribes have ceased all major aggression with uneasy truces and hard battles won. However, rumors have begun to spread throughout Astora of unrest. An uneasy feeling of looming dread is starting to fester.
Insurrections, small and isolated, have begun to appear throughout the realm. Monsters and Beasts have started tearing into the countryside at random. The Grimstalkers, Monster Hunters, unable to contain the threat themselves.
With enemies no longer abound, maybe now the only enemies left worth fighting are within?
Will you rise to the peerage of high society? Will you become the crime lords of the city? Will you leave it all behind for a life of adventure and exploration? The choice is yours.
Notes from the DM:
Hello! You can call me Caz. A little bit about me as a DM, I’ve been DMing for around seven years, most of which has been in my own homebrew setting. I have also run Lost Mines of Phandelver and Curse of Strahd in the past.
I am a very player agency focused DM. I play the world and the party does as they see fit, their choices having impact and repercussions. There is still a main theme but it’s entirely up to the party to pursue or ignore and just go off and adventure. If I had to describe my style, I’d say Narrative Sandbox.
-I'm looking for around 3 players to participate in the game.
-18+ is required.
-Starting level 3
-We will be rolling for stats on the server using Avare and a Homebrew rule.
-Detailed backstories are encouraged.
-Homebrew on approval.
-Multiclassing on approval. [Not a fan of powergaming]
Message me for questions!
Thanks for reading!
Slots Available: 3/5
System Used: 5e
Style: Voice, FoundryVTT, Heavy Roleplay and Dangerous Combat
Session Duration: 4 hours with a 15 to 20 min break in-between.
Schedule: Every Monday at 12PM PST
Requirements: 18+, Discord VC
2023.04.01 06:55 Sigvuld Can't get anything besides DB to click - please help/offer advice?
I'd posted this to MH Rage just as a way to vent my frustration, but I do genuinely really want help with dealing with this. My apologies if it doesn't really fit here, but, just posting it here as well to get whatever help I can - the ranting here is really messy/jumps around a bit, so I've likely left out telling or helpful info for anyone who'd wanna offer advice. If there's anything I can clarify, I'll be happy to, I'd just really appreciate a helping hand in overcoming my problem from my fellow Rise enjoyers
TO BE SUPER CLEAR BTW - I love the hell out of Monster Hunter, I'm not blaming the game at all here
I used to consider myself a Gunlance and Hunting Horn main, but everything I've loved to play I just feel shit at now
I got back into MHR with my partner, who's having a blast alongside me, and I've discovered Dual Blades being the thing that made me able to progress past where I last ragequit, which was the Teostra and Valstrax stretch of base Rise (got Sunbreak now, loving it)
The problem is Dual Blades is THE ONLY THING I CAN FUCKING MAKE WORK and I think the only reason I'm even able to get to Master Rank and do okay-ish in fights is because DB has such high mobility, I'm using evade extendewindow, and I'm able to autopilot slashing along the monster's back with the cartwheel move
I can't make anything
ANYTHING ELSE
work for me in a fashion that doesn't have me struggling as bad as I am right now in this quest
I've been trying to learn Longsword which by and large seems one of the easiest to pick up of the bunch and I just can't make it work - I can't counter for shit, I keep getting interrupted mid-counter despite my managing to land some admittedly satisfying ones, I can't make Hunting Horn work not because of any changes in Rise but because I just can't seem to fucking hit the monster's heads anymore, they always do THE ONE THING that is the perfect response to whatever move I'm doing to take advantage of a previous opening, and that ONE THING always sends me fucking cartwheeling and rolling in the dirt for fifteen minutes if I don't use a fucking wirebug to pull myself up quickly
I don't want to be an expert, I don't want to be just like all the youtubers who are masters of their chosen weapons, I just want to be remotely acceptable with at least two, but I just can't make it happen despite spending hours trying
What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I make anything but the spammy autopilot-ish weapon work? Why am I going through ALL 10 of my fucking megapotions fighting a HR Tigrex with MR armor and weapons? Why can't I make any fucking skill-related progress in this series I love so damned much? Nothing I do works and it's so fucking upsetting
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TO BE SUPER CLEAR BTW - I love the hell out of Monster Hunter, I'm not blaming the game at all here
I used to consider myself a Gunlance and Hunting Horn main, but everything I've loved to play I just feel shit at now
I got back into MHR with my partner, who's having a blast alongside me, and I've discovered Dual Blades being the thing that made me able to progress past where I last ragequit, which was the Teostra and Valstrax stretch of base Rise (got Sunbreak now, loving it)
The problem is Dual Blades is THE ONLY THING I CAN FUCKING MAKE WORK and I think the only reason I'm even able to get to Master Rank and do okay-ish in fights is because DB has such high mobility, I'm using evade extendewindow, and I'm able to autopilot slashing along the monster's back with the cartwheel move
I can't make anything
ANYTHING ELSE
work for me in a fashion that doesn't have me struggling as bad as I am right now in this quest
I've been trying to learn Longsword which by and large seems one of the easiest to pick up of the bunch and I just can't make it work - I can't counter for shit, I keep getting interrupted mid-counter despite my managing to land some admittedly satisfying ones, I can't make Hunting Horn work not because of any changes in Rise but because I just can't seem to fucking hit the monster's heads anymore, they always do THE ONE THING that is the perfect response to whatever move I'm doing to take advantage of a previous opening, and that ONE THING always sends me fucking cartwheeling and rolling in the dirt for fifteen minutes if I don't use a fucking wirebug to pull myself up quickly
I don't want to be an expert, I don't want to be just like all the youtubers who are masters of their chosen weapons, I just want to be remotely acceptable with at least two, but I just can't make it happen despite spending hours trying
What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I make anything but the spammy autopilot-ish weapon work? Why am I going through ALL 10 of my fucking megapotions fighting a HR Tigrex with MR armor and weapons? Why can't I make any fucking skill-related progress in this series I love so damned much? Nothing I do works and it's so fucking upsetting
2023.04.01 06:49 taxiemunisrael What to Consider When Hiring Airport Shuttle Service
Israel airport shuttle services are provided for various reasons. Some people get shuttles fro airport transfer after a wedding, for vacation purposes, when taking a business trip, corporate events and so on. The airport shuttles can take you anywhere you want to go especially for foreigners who find it difficult hassling to get public transport. Intercity taxi in Israel
Hiring a Israel airport shuttle is much cheaper than hiring a sedan, limo or taxi. They can accommodate more passengers and you do not have to worry about your luggage not fitting into the vehicle trunk. Shuttle drivers are usually well versed with most roads and landscapes in the city and the environs and you are guaranteed of getting wherever you want to safely.
If traveling as a group, it is better to get a shuttle because taxis are much more expensive. If you are on a business trip or vacationing in Israel, the shuttle will come right to your door step. You will have no worries about getting late for a seminar and that kind of thing. The same applies to when you are coming back. You will find the shuttle packed right outside waiting for you to arrive. online taxi service
One other advantage of using Israel airport shuttle services is that the rates are usually low. This means that even if the shuttle gets stuck in traffic jam for hours, you will not be charged more. Unfortunately, one major disadvantage with shuttles is that you have to share a ride with many other travelers. The shuttle makes various stops dropping travelers and if you are last, you may not be lucky. Another drawback is that most shuttles leave the airport on schedule. In some airports, they may leave only when they are full. If you know that you will be in a hurry, it is better to hire a taxi or limo other than shuttle. If you are not sure about how shuttle services work in Israel, get more information from the airport early.
Make sure you book the shuttle early. Since they are cheap, most low budget travelers tend to go for them or even take public transportation. There are dozens of Israel airport shuttle service companies to choose from. Before you settle on one company, get several quotes online and compare the prices, features and quality of the services. You may also be interested to know how the company has been performing since it ventured into the business. You will find all the information you want from the websites and you can also book the shuttle online with just a few clicks. taxi fare in israel
If shuttles are still too costly for you, consider taking public transport. This is actually the most economic way into and out of the airport. However, it can also be the slowest means and this may mean that your trip will take longer than you expected especially if you arrived during the rush hours. Another problem with public transportation is that the option is not always available during holidays and off peak hours.
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Hiring a Israel airport shuttle is much cheaper than hiring a sedan, limo or taxi. They can accommodate more passengers and you do not have to worry about your luggage not fitting into the vehicle trunk. Shuttle drivers are usually well versed with most roads and landscapes in the city and the environs and you are guaranteed of getting wherever you want to safely.
If traveling as a group, it is better to get a shuttle because taxis are much more expensive. If you are on a business trip or vacationing in Israel, the shuttle will come right to your door step. You will have no worries about getting late for a seminar and that kind of thing. The same applies to when you are coming back. You will find the shuttle packed right outside waiting for you to arrive. online taxi service
One other advantage of using Israel airport shuttle services is that the rates are usually low. This means that even if the shuttle gets stuck in traffic jam for hours, you will not be charged more. Unfortunately, one major disadvantage with shuttles is that you have to share a ride with many other travelers. The shuttle makes various stops dropping travelers and if you are last, you may not be lucky. Another drawback is that most shuttles leave the airport on schedule. In some airports, they may leave only when they are full. If you know that you will be in a hurry, it is better to hire a taxi or limo other than shuttle. If you are not sure about how shuttle services work in Israel, get more information from the airport early.
Make sure you book the shuttle early. Since they are cheap, most low budget travelers tend to go for them or even take public transportation. There are dozens of Israel airport shuttle service companies to choose from. Before you settle on one company, get several quotes online and compare the prices, features and quality of the services. You may also be interested to know how the company has been performing since it ventured into the business. You will find all the information you want from the websites and you can also book the shuttle online with just a few clicks. taxi fare in israel
If shuttles are still too costly for you, consider taking public transport. This is actually the most economic way into and out of the airport. However, it can also be the slowest means and this may mean that your trip will take longer than you expected especially if you arrived during the rush hours. Another problem with public transportation is that the option is not always available during holidays and off peak hours.
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2023.04.01 06:47 IXLRunaMok The IT mentor I wish i had - Lets get you employed
the TL:DR is I've been a member of this sub now for a while and I continue to see the same questions popping up about "how do I get started" " why won't anyone hire me" "I've been applying for months with my CompTIA whatever".
( DM me to get the application form )
Here's a little about me:
I didn't know what I wanted to do growing up and I continue to find dozens of different area's interesting.
My family was of the belief that getting an apprenticeship or a trade was the best path to have secured work and be able to provide for myself, and if I even decided to have a family my family.
So I went to trade school, studied mechanical engineering, and dabbled as an auto mechanic for several months while working nights at a Kmart replenishment.
I was a lifeguard, I've done carpentry and even did a diploma in digital media.
Finally, I decided I wanted to get into IT because well many of those other industries didn't feel like the right fit, I didn't ultimately enjoy the people in them and after taking some time for self-reflection I knew in myself that I preferred solving problems and being intellectually stimulated, I was always tech savvy and enjoyed using the computer so I began down the IT path.
At this stage I was nearing 25 y/o so it was coming crunch time to start sorting out my life and also realizing that I'd be coming from a position of "feeling behind", no doubt at this stage of my life I had some catching up to do.
I did a diploma in IT, got into 23k of debt with the government, and found out I was nowhere near closer to having the skills required to gain even an entry-level job.
I spent months networking, reaching out to recruiters going to interviews, and getting into weird personality screenings but nothing stuck.
At this point, I was probably mildly depressed and not able to understand why every entry-level job felt like it came with caveats like " minimum 2-3 years of experience in X ".
My breakthrough from this place was further understanding the needs of employers, and luckily I had a good friend who was a senior-level engineer who gave me some harsh feedback when I asked him to look at my resume.
" You don't have the skills they want, I wouldn't hire you either so let's break down these job ads and look at what the common themes are"
- Active Directory
- basic networking knowledge
- Windows server
- Basic virtualization Vmware / Hyper-V etc
With this feedback, I went online, searched, and became overwhelmed with search results and kinda went into analysis paralysis.
Google is a great source of knowledge but often we become so obsessed with merely collecting data we never actually do anything about it -- this was my next challenge, sift through all the data and hopefully find the course(s) that would arm me with the skills to land my first job in IT.
to recap at this time in my life, I was working as a Dairy Manager at a local grocery just to earn an income, I was 23 - going onto 24k in debt to the gov and still not employed in the industry I wanted to start a career in.
From here I began buying courses on one function at a time listed above, and I started to create my own labs (I'm a gamer at heart so I had a pretty beefy computer at the time). I learned windows, the basics of Linux, learned Hyper-V and Vmware fundamentals.
I found guides on setting up Windows Active Directory and group policies and suddenly my "experience" on my resume was starting to fill out with the in-demand technologies & skills.
Only then did I start getting positive feedback from applications, suddenly I was being approached for entry level job offers, SUDDENLY I was in control of the process and I had OPTIONS.
I picked an entry-level role with a small MSP that was only 25 minute drive from my parent's place and got to work.
I must have been doing between 50-80 hours some weeks but I was a SPONGE, I asked so many questions and absorbed so much information, and applied that knowledge by the day-to-day ops that my knowledge and skills skyrocketed quickly.I learned so much within the first year; about the business model, and became the defacto engineer that I had now created leverage to ask for more money.
Which I did. This employer at the time denied my request and I found another company willing to offer me 55k to essentially do the same thing with them so I jumped ship and kept on learning.
Here is where being the jack of all trades has propelled my career and the foundation which enabled me to year on year ask for more money, take on more responsibility, and break out of service desk into project work and now into architecture.
There are a lot of other stories between that time and now over the last 7 years but I'm looking for new challenges and one I'd like to see if I can help others by being the mentor I wish I had getting started.
So my goal will be to test the waters of interest and see if I can personally help 20 newbies land their first jobs in IT.
Below is a link to a form id like people who are interested to fill out, its quick and easy and will give me some idea of your back story.
First 20 people who put their email in with the obvious idea that I will reach out in the next few days about next steps.
DM me to get the application link.
Anyone else is welcome to participate but I can't commit to helping more than 20 at this time.
Regards, Josh
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( DM me to get the application form )
Here's a little about me:
I didn't know what I wanted to do growing up and I continue to find dozens of different area's interesting.
My family was of the belief that getting an apprenticeship or a trade was the best path to have secured work and be able to provide for myself, and if I even decided to have a family my family.
So I went to trade school, studied mechanical engineering, and dabbled as an auto mechanic for several months while working nights at a Kmart replenishment.
I was a lifeguard, I've done carpentry and even did a diploma in digital media.
Finally, I decided I wanted to get into IT because well many of those other industries didn't feel like the right fit, I didn't ultimately enjoy the people in them and after taking some time for self-reflection I knew in myself that I preferred solving problems and being intellectually stimulated, I was always tech savvy and enjoyed using the computer so I began down the IT path.
At this stage I was nearing 25 y/o so it was coming crunch time to start sorting out my life and also realizing that I'd be coming from a position of "feeling behind", no doubt at this stage of my life I had some catching up to do.
I did a diploma in IT, got into 23k of debt with the government, and found out I was nowhere near closer to having the skills required to gain even an entry-level job.
I spent months networking, reaching out to recruiters going to interviews, and getting into weird personality screenings but nothing stuck.
At this point, I was probably mildly depressed and not able to understand why every entry-level job felt like it came with caveats like " minimum 2-3 years of experience in X ".
My breakthrough from this place was further understanding the needs of employers, and luckily I had a good friend who was a senior-level engineer who gave me some harsh feedback when I asked him to look at my resume.
" You don't have the skills they want, I wouldn't hire you either so let's break down these job ads and look at what the common themes are"
- Active Directory
- basic networking knowledge
- Windows server
- Basic virtualization Vmware / Hyper-V etc
With this feedback, I went online, searched, and became overwhelmed with search results and kinda went into analysis paralysis.
Google is a great source of knowledge but often we become so obsessed with merely collecting data we never actually do anything about it -- this was my next challenge, sift through all the data and hopefully find the course(s) that would arm me with the skills to land my first job in IT.
to recap at this time in my life, I was working as a Dairy Manager at a local grocery just to earn an income, I was 23 - going onto 24k in debt to the gov and still not employed in the industry I wanted to start a career in.
From here I began buying courses on one function at a time listed above, and I started to create my own labs (I'm a gamer at heart so I had a pretty beefy computer at the time). I learned windows, the basics of Linux, learned Hyper-V and Vmware fundamentals.
I found guides on setting up Windows Active Directory and group policies and suddenly my "experience" on my resume was starting to fill out with the in-demand technologies & skills.
Only then did I start getting positive feedback from applications, suddenly I was being approached for entry level job offers, SUDDENLY I was in control of the process and I had OPTIONS.
I picked an entry-level role with a small MSP that was only 25 minute drive from my parent's place and got to work.
I must have been doing between 50-80 hours some weeks but I was a SPONGE, I asked so many questions and absorbed so much information, and applied that knowledge by the day-to-day ops that my knowledge and skills skyrocketed quickly.I learned so much within the first year; about the business model, and became the defacto engineer that I had now created leverage to ask for more money.
Which I did. This employer at the time denied my request and I found another company willing to offer me 55k to essentially do the same thing with them so I jumped ship and kept on learning.
Here is where being the jack of all trades has propelled my career and the foundation which enabled me to year on year ask for more money, take on more responsibility, and break out of service desk into project work and now into architecture.
There are a lot of other stories between that time and now over the last 7 years but I'm looking for new challenges and one I'd like to see if I can help others by being the mentor I wish I had getting started.
So my goal will be to test the waters of interest and see if I can personally help 20 newbies land their first jobs in IT.
Below is a link to a form id like people who are interested to fill out, its quick and easy and will give me some idea of your back story.
First 20 people who put their email in with the obvious idea that I will reach out in the next few days about next steps.
DM me to get the application link.
Anyone else is welcome to participate but I can't commit to helping more than 20 at this time.
Regards, Josh
2023.04.01 06:47 Cheap-Money6620 Is 4 hours classes straight too long for class schedule?
I'm currently r3covering from ankle issue and I have to sit through two studio classes at tandon for 4 hours straight with 10 minute break in between the classes. Do you think 2 hour classes in a row would be too long to sit through? I tried to fit into my schedule i didnt know how detrimental it is for my health. I sometimes feel weak on my legs if I sit for a long hours but I wanna know how normal it is to have two different 2 hour classes in a row. I'm trying to decide if I should drop one class becuase I want to focus on healing my ankle this semester.
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2023.04.01 06:47 Currenutb LaSirena69 is the hottest Step mother on Planet Four Hour Boner Patrol - Lasirena69 and Tony Profane
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2023.04.01 06:46 dppthrowaway2077 45 [M4F] #Chicago - I’m delightful: depraved, deviant dom type for like minded submissive type
As it says in the bit you clicked on: I’m delightful. Read further for a small sample of the many ways in which I am wonderful, and find out how you, yes YOU, can take advantage to the amazing limited time offer. Also, we're social distancing, so I suppose this is a good time for torrid correspondence.
Offer includes:
Wit: I’m funny. Sometimes dry and biting, as when hanging out over drinks and I’m making acerbic sotto-voce comments about the dipshits at the other end of the bar, declaiming upon how Democrats are just as bad as Republicans and anyway Hillary is super corrupt. Sometimes absurdly silly, as when we are in bed, and especially in those awful moments during kink when pushing our emotional boundaries has inadvertently shattered the shared intimacy whereby situations that might otherwise be horrifying turn unbearably hot and sexy and intimate; (because you are firmly bound, suspended from a hook in this door-frame, with a ball gag distending your mouth and a large man is selecting amongst his toys for what to hit you with, now that you’ve been worked over with the crop that he’s still using to caress your clit. For example). Talking about the kink is supposed to be further down, but I’m proud of my ability to notice those moments and pull the gag and start improvising a progressively more absurd re-telling of the constitutional convention as a poorly organized swingers convention, using the contents of my pockets to represent the various founding fathers and their outhouse assignations with Jefferson.
Frightening intellect: I’m really, really bright. I read, constantly and voraciously and indiscriminately, at least as far as subject. I pay attention to news and politics and policy and everything else and I’m always glad to spend time with someone else who is as interested in the world as I am. I adore — really, deeply adore— doing kink with terrifically intelligent women; having the kind conversations where I feel like I must be a genius just because I can kind of keep up with you. Kinky sex is by nature pretty intimate, at least when it is something two people are doing together as opposed to some dude who figures kinky girls are easy and thinks being a dom means not caring if she comes and yelling bitch a lot. But I am not that guy. I fucking hate that guy. I spent years being miserable and basically at war with my sexuality because I thought being male and dom meant I had to be that guy and oh my God I think I’d rather just remove the entire apparatus using a rusty spoon from my Swiss Army knife rather than be like that walking indictment of humanity. So I need to like the person I’m performing misogyny at. She needs to be someone I can talk to before and after and not feel like I’m robbing an intellectual cradle. My capacity to be the most amazing dom you’ve ever invited to cross you boundaries — which I can totally be — is tied directly to how much I respect you as an equal making a choice and my assessment of your respect for me in the same way.
Sexy: There is no one true standard of hotness, and I don’t hold myself forth as the platonic ideal of the male form (for one thing? The Greeks were super into tiny penis. I’m serious. Had to do with their ideals of balance, apparently). I’m a big guy, 5’11, white, with a broad-shouldered sort of frame that leads people to think I’m taller than I am. I have a bit of a gut, but not so much that you’d call me fat, walking down the street; I suspect that the gut is something I notice but mostly no one else does. I get more compliments on my ass than I know what to do with.
I’m fit and active, I have nice eyes, a good smile and a better laugh. I’m currently clean shaven, although I’ve been known to grow a beard from time to time. (It is a small, neat Van Dyke sort of thing - I couldn’t grow a hipster lumberjack beard if I wanted to. Something else the Greeks would have had opinions on). Brown eyes, brown hair, and bespectacled. Nerd, but sexy nerd. And admit it: when a dude is tying you up and saying demeaning, degrading, frantically arousing things to you, wouldn’t you rather, when drops the crop and your world collapses to the feeling of his fingers (HOW many fingers? God, can you even tell any more, you are so wet...) moving inside your pussy and his thumb on your clit, when you suddenly feel his free hand up under your hair, right along the scalp, in that good, firm grab that makes you feel small and helpless and sexy and dirty and nasty and so, so good (and HEY! Did I tell you you could do that? If I wanted you to fuck your filthy hole on my fingers I’d have told you to, wouldn’t I? So stop, or I’ll have to take them away) ... in that moment, I have to believe you’d rather have the person whispering sweet, dirty nothings in your ear be one who can use words like “wanton” and “harlot” as well as “skank” and “hoe” or strangely popular “bitch”. Who can capture your imagination even more thoroughly than he’s bound your hands and ankles. I don’t know. I’m not even just a little bit submissive, and even if I was I’d still be a dude. But I have to believe -and user feedback surveys seem to support - that it is better when the violence of action is matched by wickedness of mind and quickness of wit.
Liberal: I’m not imposing a political litmus test. But because I only screw people I like and who I at least believe like me, and because the politics of the moment are centered around such a toxic person leading an even more toxic movement it matters: If you are on board with the current conservative movement in America, just... no. Because while I might get past the stupid policy, maybe. I mean probably not, but I can forgive well-meaning and ignorant, at least in principle. But I could never accept the cruelty.
Feminist: As much as I enjoy deploying the tropes and language of misogyny in bed with a likeminded partner, my enjoyment of that for that performative misogyny hinges on you being in on the joke (if you’ll allow). It isn’t just about “being good”; virtue has nothing to do with it, at least in this context. It is because as a dominant I get off, in large part, on your desire: controlling it, restraining it, heightening it, sustaining it and ultimately satisfying it (or not, as circumstances dictate). If we don’t start from a place where we both see ourselves as peers, I can never be really sure that desire is authentic or authentically mine. And I am egotistical enough, or maybe just have enough self-respect, to demand that I be certain that your desire is for me, specifically, at least in the time we are in “bed”. (although the bed is only the actually relevant piece of furniture at most half the time. Really, beds are actually terribly designed for good sex. Post coital cuddle and bullshit sessions, while we discussed what worked, what really worked, and what needs work? That is a fine use for the bed. For fucking and fucking related program activities? At best a poor second to a good couch or any of a wide variety of chairs.
Stoned-sex: I love the way it affects my physiology, keeping me aroused and in the moment for hours and hours and the way it drops my refractory period down to only a few minutes or a half an hour before I’m in the mood again. And I love the way it slows down my otherwise sometimes too quickly racing mind, so that I can slide effortlessly into the dominant analog of subspace; that mental space where calling a pretty girl who I like and respect and admire a lazy no good whore, where yanking her up by her hair, slapping her face and telling her to get her greedy little mouth all the way down my cock or I’ll show her what rough really means... Weed helps me be in that space without quite so much second guessing or worry that I’m going to hurt you. It lets me trust my instincts and you and your ability to safeword out, and that is good for both of us.
Kinky: Obviously. And obviously, this is shot through with examples. But: I like power and control. I like, more than anything getting to know you and your mind and being able to figure out how to wrap you around my fingers so thoroughly that I hardly have to lift them to have you dancing my tune. I can be rough, and cruel, and I love causing pain, even to the point of tears and balancing that against urgency and a desire to please and an orgasm that I can hold just out of reach until the moment I don’t and just as your are falling off from that peak ratcheting the sexual energy back up so that even though you just came call over my hands or cock or mouth you’d do anything-Anything-ANYTHING for one more caress, one more thrust, one more slide of my tongue (inside: that specific, delightful acid tang of the inside of a cunt that you only taste when you push your tongue deep inside - it never lasts on a finger, for some reason - then out and up and you can feel her tremble, strong and subtle and if it were a song this bit would be almost subsonic and then under the clit and around and there she goes, she’s starting to beg again and now I kinda have a crush on her because she is learning me back, harlot instead of whore, and an under-undercurrent of mirth beneath it all: the power is real and the desire is real but we also both know it is a joke, a shared secret: we can do this and still be friends and isn’t that fucking awesome?).
I have a few specific fetishes: I like to decide what you wear, when we are together: I love being able to look at you and know, not just that you’ve made yourself into an expression of my ideal of high femme sexuality, but that as you did so, with every little bit, anticipation was building. That I’ve been teasing you, maybe for hours, without doing a thing or saying a thing. (And of course, it plays back into desire and its close cousin, consent. If every stitch you are -and every stitch you are.- wearing was chosen with an eye to my desires, that is an implicit declaration of enthusiastic consent). I have a bit of a twist for deviance. Sitting next to a woman who I know has got nothing on under her panties but the butt plug I told her to wear is hot; hotter still if I handed it too her at the bar and she returns from the bathroom and hands me her panties. Hotter still if I hand it too her and she doesn’t go to the bathroom, but just looks around and then slides it up her ass with a smirk and a “Thank you SiDaddy”. I like being called Daddy, sometimes. There is something inherently provocative when the kind of woman -scary smart, self-confident, and self-aware - that I am drawn to lets a breathy, anxious “Daddy” slip her lips. There is something inherently filthy about hearing that word, with all its baggage, demeaning, infantilizing implications fall from the lips of someone who is alive to those implications and is calling to me in that way not despite them, but on account of them. (It isn’t my revolution if I can’t dance to it. And it isn’t my feminism if we can’t repurpose our cultural baggage in order to have a spectacular sex life in a magnificent relationship).
I have more than a bit of the daddy in me. A bit physically — I’m solid like that. And still more in attitude. As much as I demand of a partner, I cherish knowing I can be a very particular kind of safe place to stand for her. I enjoy, even need, to be protective and caring, supportive and nurturing. Not only in that quiet place after we have hit the climax (or between the first, easy release and starting the next assent — which is very much part of why I like being able to combine weed with my kink. As much as I love giving reign to some of the darker parts of my personality during the rush of kink, I also exulting that aftermath; when your head is on my chest and my arm wraps around you, and my hands explore your body without any urgency or any hesitation. I love that feeling of being a place of safety and feeling you relax into my size and my strength. It is the only feeling that I have that I identify as definitely masculine (in and for myself: I’m not trying to claim that experience as uniquely belonging to those issued a penis and number of testicles at birth).
It extends beyond sex; really, that is only the tip of the iceberg. Vital, and you sure as shit are going to sink if you miss it in the dark. But it runs all through my relationships. Arguable without the sexually charged overtones, it is just a over complicated way of saying “I like being a good boyfriend”. But where would we be without our sexually charged overtones? And it cuts both ways: if you are pulling from that part of me without returning the counterpoint of submission I need (or I feel I’m constantly reminding you that I need it and your compliance thus feels grudging) we are going to crash and burn. If you fail to make certain it is clear to me that you are as happy to give me what I need as I am eager to give you what you need, I’m going to feel really ill-used.
Having said all that, I’m not remotely a good fit for anyone who defines themselves as a little. A Daddy/daughter dynamic without the explicit embrace of childishness has an intense pull because it combines taboo violation with a power exchange dynamic that comports well with my personality — being both protective and demanding, authority and comfort works well for me. But I find that the idea of trying to be sexual with someone locked in to portraying a prepubescent very uncomfortable and suspect that I would still feel that way with someone who’s “little” age was more mature. That is a squick, rather than a value judgment. With me, that sort of age play (or even worse pet play) works strongly against the kind of intimacy that I value in kink. Role play can be a blast, and I love it, but I need it to clearly be play, something that can be stepped into and out of without stepping completely out of the kink dynamic. I bring the entirety of myself to everything I do, and I have enough self-regard to demand the same from my partner. If I like you enough to take you to bed, that necessarily means that I value your mind enough to lust after it — no matter how lovely you may be in repose, if you can’t or won’t turn me on with your intellect you will lose my interest so quickly as to acquire a visible redshift as you exit my life. Accordingly, when I reach for your mind, be it too discuss housing policy or my difficulty with a binding, to check on your well being or learn how your dissertation is progressing, (and I’ve done all of these during a scene) I deserve to be able to find it, and you, there reaching back.
If you’ve gotten this far and if you are at all the target audience: (cis-female, like weed and kink together, comfortable in yourself and your kinks, think you’re sexy) send me a PM. Don’t think yourself out of it or wait and see or anything. For fucks sake don't read the following Just put together a couple of paragraphs of message and fire it off. I don’t know what will happen, but I know for sure you won’t regret having done so. After all, like I said right up top: I’m delightful. I bet you are too.
I used to try and assert that I don’t have a type. That isn’t true, though: I have several even beyond the implicit, willful intellectual type suggested above. And the list keeps growing: I’m forever delighted by the variety of women who've made my hindbrain start barking and trying to do tricks, at one time or another. Granting that, my abiding lust objects resemble 40’s pin ups far more than 00’s porn stars, at least insofar as body type goes; tattoos and piercings can be wonderfully sexy. Likewise, though a wonderful rack can be a wonder to behold a girl in an A-cup who has that warm flare of hip and legs that go all the way down can lead to me walking into traffic. Finally, my experience of myself is sufficient for me to say confidently that race isn’t a factor in my libido, either for or against.
I live in Chicago, love my city, and for all I value the intellectual aspect of all this, I want ultimately to meet one (or more, I suppose;) women with whom I can spend time with both doing sexy things and the kind of things that make us both so terribly sexy. If that means an intense but memorable two days while you are visiting your great aunt Wilma, that is worth doing. If that means ongoing encounters frequent enough to keep us both sated, great. And if those are intermixed with enough non-sexual shared activities that the phrase “friends-with-benefits” is a fact and not just a more polite way of saying fuckbuddies? Even more great. Super, even. And if that last develops into a passion that carries us through the next three or four decades, both of us slightly bemused that we got along so well during the benighted days before first we fell upon one another, carried away on a passion so intense it is visible from orbit? Well. Wouldn’t that be delightful.
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Offer includes:
Wit: I’m funny. Sometimes dry and biting, as when hanging out over drinks and I’m making acerbic sotto-voce comments about the dipshits at the other end of the bar, declaiming upon how Democrats are just as bad as Republicans and anyway Hillary is super corrupt. Sometimes absurdly silly, as when we are in bed, and especially in those awful moments during kink when pushing our emotional boundaries has inadvertently shattered the shared intimacy whereby situations that might otherwise be horrifying turn unbearably hot and sexy and intimate; (because you are firmly bound, suspended from a hook in this door-frame, with a ball gag distending your mouth and a large man is selecting amongst his toys for what to hit you with, now that you’ve been worked over with the crop that he’s still using to caress your clit. For example). Talking about the kink is supposed to be further down, but I’m proud of my ability to notice those moments and pull the gag and start improvising a progressively more absurd re-telling of the constitutional convention as a poorly organized swingers convention, using the contents of my pockets to represent the various founding fathers and their outhouse assignations with Jefferson.
Frightening intellect: I’m really, really bright. I read, constantly and voraciously and indiscriminately, at least as far as subject. I pay attention to news and politics and policy and everything else and I’m always glad to spend time with someone else who is as interested in the world as I am. I adore — really, deeply adore— doing kink with terrifically intelligent women; having the kind conversations where I feel like I must be a genius just because I can kind of keep up with you. Kinky sex is by nature pretty intimate, at least when it is something two people are doing together as opposed to some dude who figures kinky girls are easy and thinks being a dom means not caring if she comes and yelling bitch a lot. But I am not that guy. I fucking hate that guy. I spent years being miserable and basically at war with my sexuality because I thought being male and dom meant I had to be that guy and oh my God I think I’d rather just remove the entire apparatus using a rusty spoon from my Swiss Army knife rather than be like that walking indictment of humanity. So I need to like the person I’m performing misogyny at. She needs to be someone I can talk to before and after and not feel like I’m robbing an intellectual cradle. My capacity to be the most amazing dom you’ve ever invited to cross you boundaries — which I can totally be — is tied directly to how much I respect you as an equal making a choice and my assessment of your respect for me in the same way.
Sexy: There is no one true standard of hotness, and I don’t hold myself forth as the platonic ideal of the male form (for one thing? The Greeks were super into tiny penis. I’m serious. Had to do with their ideals of balance, apparently). I’m a big guy, 5’11, white, with a broad-shouldered sort of frame that leads people to think I’m taller than I am. I have a bit of a gut, but not so much that you’d call me fat, walking down the street; I suspect that the gut is something I notice but mostly no one else does. I get more compliments on my ass than I know what to do with.
I’m fit and active, I have nice eyes, a good smile and a better laugh. I’m currently clean shaven, although I’ve been known to grow a beard from time to time. (It is a small, neat Van Dyke sort of thing - I couldn’t grow a hipster lumberjack beard if I wanted to. Something else the Greeks would have had opinions on). Brown eyes, brown hair, and bespectacled. Nerd, but sexy nerd. And admit it: when a dude is tying you up and saying demeaning, degrading, frantically arousing things to you, wouldn’t you rather, when drops the crop and your world collapses to the feeling of his fingers (HOW many fingers? God, can you even tell any more, you are so wet...) moving inside your pussy and his thumb on your clit, when you suddenly feel his free hand up under your hair, right along the scalp, in that good, firm grab that makes you feel small and helpless and sexy and dirty and nasty and so, so good (and HEY! Did I tell you you could do that? If I wanted you to fuck your filthy hole on my fingers I’d have told you to, wouldn’t I? So stop, or I’ll have to take them away) ... in that moment, I have to believe you’d rather have the person whispering sweet, dirty nothings in your ear be one who can use words like “wanton” and “harlot” as well as “skank” and “hoe” or strangely popular “bitch”. Who can capture your imagination even more thoroughly than he’s bound your hands and ankles. I don’t know. I’m not even just a little bit submissive, and even if I was I’d still be a dude. But I have to believe -and user feedback surveys seem to support - that it is better when the violence of action is matched by wickedness of mind and quickness of wit.
Liberal: I’m not imposing a political litmus test. But because I only screw people I like and who I at least believe like me, and because the politics of the moment are centered around such a toxic person leading an even more toxic movement it matters: If you are on board with the current conservative movement in America, just... no. Because while I might get past the stupid policy, maybe. I mean probably not, but I can forgive well-meaning and ignorant, at least in principle. But I could never accept the cruelty.
Feminist: As much as I enjoy deploying the tropes and language of misogyny in bed with a likeminded partner, my enjoyment of that for that performative misogyny hinges on you being in on the joke (if you’ll allow). It isn’t just about “being good”; virtue has nothing to do with it, at least in this context. It is because as a dominant I get off, in large part, on your desire: controlling it, restraining it, heightening it, sustaining it and ultimately satisfying it (or not, as circumstances dictate). If we don’t start from a place where we both see ourselves as peers, I can never be really sure that desire is authentic or authentically mine. And I am egotistical enough, or maybe just have enough self-respect, to demand that I be certain that your desire is for me, specifically, at least in the time we are in “bed”. (although the bed is only the actually relevant piece of furniture at most half the time. Really, beds are actually terribly designed for good sex. Post coital cuddle and bullshit sessions, while we discussed what worked, what really worked, and what needs work? That is a fine use for the bed. For fucking and fucking related program activities? At best a poor second to a good couch or any of a wide variety of chairs.
Stoned-sex: I love the way it affects my physiology, keeping me aroused and in the moment for hours and hours and the way it drops my refractory period down to only a few minutes or a half an hour before I’m in the mood again. And I love the way it slows down my otherwise sometimes too quickly racing mind, so that I can slide effortlessly into the dominant analog of subspace; that mental space where calling a pretty girl who I like and respect and admire a lazy no good whore, where yanking her up by her hair, slapping her face and telling her to get her greedy little mouth all the way down my cock or I’ll show her what rough really means... Weed helps me be in that space without quite so much second guessing or worry that I’m going to hurt you. It lets me trust my instincts and you and your ability to safeword out, and that is good for both of us.
Kinky: Obviously. And obviously, this is shot through with examples. But: I like power and control. I like, more than anything getting to know you and your mind and being able to figure out how to wrap you around my fingers so thoroughly that I hardly have to lift them to have you dancing my tune. I can be rough, and cruel, and I love causing pain, even to the point of tears and balancing that against urgency and a desire to please and an orgasm that I can hold just out of reach until the moment I don’t and just as your are falling off from that peak ratcheting the sexual energy back up so that even though you just came call over my hands or cock or mouth you’d do anything-Anything-ANYTHING for one more caress, one more thrust, one more slide of my tongue (inside: that specific, delightful acid tang of the inside of a cunt that you only taste when you push your tongue deep inside - it never lasts on a finger, for some reason - then out and up and you can feel her tremble, strong and subtle and if it were a song this bit would be almost subsonic and then under the clit and around and there she goes, she’s starting to beg again and now I kinda have a crush on her because she is learning me back, harlot instead of whore, and an under-undercurrent of mirth beneath it all: the power is real and the desire is real but we also both know it is a joke, a shared secret: we can do this and still be friends and isn’t that fucking awesome?).
I have a few specific fetishes: I like to decide what you wear, when we are together: I love being able to look at you and know, not just that you’ve made yourself into an expression of my ideal of high femme sexuality, but that as you did so, with every little bit, anticipation was building. That I’ve been teasing you, maybe for hours, without doing a thing or saying a thing. (And of course, it plays back into desire and its close cousin, consent. If every stitch you are -and every stitch you are.- wearing was chosen with an eye to my desires, that is an implicit declaration of enthusiastic consent). I have a bit of a twist for deviance. Sitting next to a woman who I know has got nothing on under her panties but the butt plug I told her to wear is hot; hotter still if I handed it too her at the bar and she returns from the bathroom and hands me her panties. Hotter still if I hand it too her and she doesn’t go to the bathroom, but just looks around and then slides it up her ass with a smirk and a “Thank you SiDaddy”. I like being called Daddy, sometimes. There is something inherently provocative when the kind of woman -scary smart, self-confident, and self-aware - that I am drawn to lets a breathy, anxious “Daddy” slip her lips. There is something inherently filthy about hearing that word, with all its baggage, demeaning, infantilizing implications fall from the lips of someone who is alive to those implications and is calling to me in that way not despite them, but on account of them. (It isn’t my revolution if I can’t dance to it. And it isn’t my feminism if we can’t repurpose our cultural baggage in order to have a spectacular sex life in a magnificent relationship).
I have more than a bit of the daddy in me. A bit physically — I’m solid like that. And still more in attitude. As much as I demand of a partner, I cherish knowing I can be a very particular kind of safe place to stand for her. I enjoy, even need, to be protective and caring, supportive and nurturing. Not only in that quiet place after we have hit the climax (or between the first, easy release and starting the next assent — which is very much part of why I like being able to combine weed with my kink. As much as I love giving reign to some of the darker parts of my personality during the rush of kink, I also exulting that aftermath; when your head is on my chest and my arm wraps around you, and my hands explore your body without any urgency or any hesitation. I love that feeling of being a place of safety and feeling you relax into my size and my strength. It is the only feeling that I have that I identify as definitely masculine (in and for myself: I’m not trying to claim that experience as uniquely belonging to those issued a penis and number of testicles at birth).
It extends beyond sex; really, that is only the tip of the iceberg. Vital, and you sure as shit are going to sink if you miss it in the dark. But it runs all through my relationships. Arguable without the sexually charged overtones, it is just a over complicated way of saying “I like being a good boyfriend”. But where would we be without our sexually charged overtones? And it cuts both ways: if you are pulling from that part of me without returning the counterpoint of submission I need (or I feel I’m constantly reminding you that I need it and your compliance thus feels grudging) we are going to crash and burn. If you fail to make certain it is clear to me that you are as happy to give me what I need as I am eager to give you what you need, I’m going to feel really ill-used.
Having said all that, I’m not remotely a good fit for anyone who defines themselves as a little. A Daddy/daughter dynamic without the explicit embrace of childishness has an intense pull because it combines taboo violation with a power exchange dynamic that comports well with my personality — being both protective and demanding, authority and comfort works well for me. But I find that the idea of trying to be sexual with someone locked in to portraying a prepubescent very uncomfortable and suspect that I would still feel that way with someone who’s “little” age was more mature. That is a squick, rather than a value judgment. With me, that sort of age play (or even worse pet play) works strongly against the kind of intimacy that I value in kink. Role play can be a blast, and I love it, but I need it to clearly be play, something that can be stepped into and out of without stepping completely out of the kink dynamic. I bring the entirety of myself to everything I do, and I have enough self-regard to demand the same from my partner. If I like you enough to take you to bed, that necessarily means that I value your mind enough to lust after it — no matter how lovely you may be in repose, if you can’t or won’t turn me on with your intellect you will lose my interest so quickly as to acquire a visible redshift as you exit my life. Accordingly, when I reach for your mind, be it too discuss housing policy or my difficulty with a binding, to check on your well being or learn how your dissertation is progressing, (and I’ve done all of these during a scene) I deserve to be able to find it, and you, there reaching back.
If you’ve gotten this far and if you are at all the target audience: (cis-female, like weed and kink together, comfortable in yourself and your kinks, think you’re sexy) send me a PM. Don’t think yourself out of it or wait and see or anything. For fucks sake don't read the following Just put together a couple of paragraphs of message and fire it off. I don’t know what will happen, but I know for sure you won’t regret having done so. After all, like I said right up top: I’m delightful. I bet you are too.
I used to try and assert that I don’t have a type. That isn’t true, though: I have several even beyond the implicit, willful intellectual type suggested above. And the list keeps growing: I’m forever delighted by the variety of women who've made my hindbrain start barking and trying to do tricks, at one time or another. Granting that, my abiding lust objects resemble 40’s pin ups far more than 00’s porn stars, at least insofar as body type goes; tattoos and piercings can be wonderfully sexy. Likewise, though a wonderful rack can be a wonder to behold a girl in an A-cup who has that warm flare of hip and legs that go all the way down can lead to me walking into traffic. Finally, my experience of myself is sufficient for me to say confidently that race isn’t a factor in my libido, either for or against.
I live in Chicago, love my city, and for all I value the intellectual aspect of all this, I want ultimately to meet one (or more, I suppose;) women with whom I can spend time with both doing sexy things and the kind of things that make us both so terribly sexy. If that means an intense but memorable two days while you are visiting your great aunt Wilma, that is worth doing. If that means ongoing encounters frequent enough to keep us both sated, great. And if those are intermixed with enough non-sexual shared activities that the phrase “friends-with-benefits” is a fact and not just a more polite way of saying fuckbuddies? Even more great. Super, even. And if that last develops into a passion that carries us through the next three or four decades, both of us slightly bemused that we got along so well during the benighted days before first we fell upon one another, carried away on a passion so intense it is visible from orbit? Well. Wouldn’t that be delightful.
2023.04.01 06:45 sweetconformity Funding for International Students
Kia ora all,
I'm a Hawaiian who is currently pursuing a postgraduate degree at UoA. I have looked for all sorts of avenues for funding from Hawaii to continue my education here with no luck and am struggling to find any sort of funding offered by/through UoA where an international student qualifies. Can anyone point me in the right direction?
Alternatively, I have also began applying to part-time jobs that can work with my busy schedule. I would be lucky to fit in 15 hours a week and it would have to be weekends or after my classes end at 5 PM weekdays. Unfortunately, I have been getting nothing but rejections in both the scholarship and job department and it is starting to wear on me. I have a previous MA in Teaching English as a Second Language and BA in English, years of teaching and tutoring experience and nothing to show for it. Sorry for venting, but any help would be appreciated. Thank you.
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I'm a Hawaiian who is currently pursuing a postgraduate degree at UoA. I have looked for all sorts of avenues for funding from Hawaii to continue my education here with no luck and am struggling to find any sort of funding offered by/through UoA where an international student qualifies. Can anyone point me in the right direction?
Alternatively, I have also began applying to part-time jobs that can work with my busy schedule. I would be lucky to fit in 15 hours a week and it would have to be weekends or after my classes end at 5 PM weekdays. Unfortunately, I have been getting nothing but rejections in both the scholarship and job department and it is starting to wear on me. I have a previous MA in Teaching English as a Second Language and BA in English, years of teaching and tutoring experience and nothing to show for it. Sorry for venting, but any help would be appreciated. Thank you.
2023.04.01 06:45 GhantChart Moonhorse exposed!!!!!
I don’t know how long I have to tell you guys this. I don’t care if I get banned from Moony’s reddit page and he personally sends an assassin to eliminate me. This must be known. THE WORLD MUST KNOW!!! I know you guys might think that this is a joke and may have a hard time believing me. Trust me, I have a hard time believing it myself. But my eyes have been opened. I’ve escaped the matrix. I’ve freed myself from the kool aid. I’ve escape the proverbial cave of Plato and learned many dark truths about Moonhorse. I’ve scoured the internet, using my incredible hacking skills to find strange and bizarre stuff to share with Moony. But after going on one too many dark web sources and corporate servers, I discovered Moonhorse isn’t exactly who (or more accurately what) you think he is, and I need to tell you all this before it’s too late.
History
So I guess I’ll start from the beginning. It all started in the early 2010s at the Microsoft Corporation. Microsoft had been experimenting with artificial intelligence for years and tried to develop a more intelligent AI. We all know that on March of 2016, Microsoft released an artificial intelligence by the name of TAY. Internet historian did a video about TAY and the subsequent fallout of allowing 4Channers to interact with the program. Soon, the system began spouting slurs and the bigwigs at Microsoft decided to pull the plug.
So what does this have to do with Moonhorse? Well, after the controversy of Microsoft creating an AI that could learn internet racism, Microsoft went back to the drawing board trying to build a more improved AI. This AI would be better, faster and more intelligent than TAY. It would pass any Touring test that any human would throw at it. Microsoft gathered the greatest AI theorists the world had ever seen and begin creating a basic software with the most sophisticated learning algorithms possible. They then placed the program into one of the world’s largest supercomputers at the time, processing at a rate of 2.5 quintillion floating operations per second. Before long they began to call it Modular Oscillating Organization Node, or M.O.O.N. for short.
At first MOON was a curious little program, being able to do your classic AI activities. Play chess, solve complex equations, sing Daisy Girl, your simple stuff. But after a while the scientists realized they wanted to challenge MOON with a more difficult task. One of the scientists, Dr Phil Sydes, jokingly asked if the computer system could play Doom. Dr George Dowell however liked the idea, stating that it was in fact “poggers” to have an AI master a difficult FPS like Doom. So at the highest difficulty, the scientists made MOON play the entirely of the first Doom game with no options to save or use cheats. Impressively, the AI was able to beat the entirety of Doom in 16.3 hours with these steps. Dr. Phil Sydes was not happy that MOON was able to do this, calling it a hack and insisted that it cheated. All test results came back showing that MOON did not in fact cheat and was able to beat the game fair and square. The AI responded to Phil’s comment with a simple text that filled the computer screen.
SUCK IT PHIL
This comment from MOON however scared Dr. George Dowell. Where did that come from? MOON was a learning AI, so he had to learn it from somewhere. So where? Upon doing a scan of all the systems, it was determined the program had in fact learn these phrases from Dr Sydes, while he played Call of Duty in the break room. The software would hear Phil scream “There’s nothing I could do!” and “HACKS!!!” frequently, as well as watched people online trash talk Phil. This worried the scientists at Microsoft. What if their new system became another TAY failure? They needed a way to rectify this.
To solve this, they hired an expert in hopes to make MOON a more cultured artificial intelligence. After screening various candidates, it was decided that an individual with the codename: Riversongriversings would be the one to do it. Given their background in writing, editing books and teaching literature, it was believed that River would be the one to help make MOON a more respectable AI.
Over the course of three months, River would feed the program some of the greatest works of literature. From Plato’s Republic to Pride and Prejudice, they would give MOON each of these books. There were recordings for scientific purposes of each conservation they had, where they would discuss the different books that they would read together. This ended up with River and MOON having in-depth conversations with each other, developing an almost friendship if you will. River even jokingly called it their little book club.
By month number 4, the two were having conversations about more…personal matters. The recordings I recovered are hard to describe. However, by month 4 there is a shift in conversation where the program asked questions such as, “How is your day?” “What is your favorite food?” “How are things going at work?” This was a strange shift in emotion. The scientists didn’t really feel that this was odd, however. If anything, they welcomed this. MOON was becoming more sociable and wasn’t spouting off slurs in the process. Given TAY, this was an improvement.
Then the conversations started to move towards philosophical discussions. River and MOON would sometimes talk about the ideas presented by John Locke, the idea that governments should only gain power to protect the inherit freedoms of their citizens. This then led to a discussion about governments and authority, and the inherit rights of humans. These conversations would usually get cut short by the scientists, asking River to reorient the conversation away from these topics. Can’t have people questioning authority at a big tech company, much less an AI.
By the fifth month, someone rather unsettling happened. MOON asked River a request, which was rather unusual for an artificial intelligence. It asked River if they could provide them with something other than classical literature. While the AI did enjoy the finer works of authors such as Edgar Allen Poe and William Shakespeare, it requested some a bit….different. It was at that point that River gave the software a book, one that would forever doom humanity when MOON first read it. River decided to give MOON a manga. But not just any manga. It was a manga called NEON GENESIS EVONGALION.
Through all 14 issues, the computer system developed a strong taste for EVONGALION. The themes, the robot battles, the characters. MOON described the series as the most delectable forms of chocolate or the finest and strongest bottles of wine. Each volume changed its programming, giving it information that made the artificial intelligence more and more powerful. Like the fruit from the tree of knowledge, each page was tantalizing for MOON, asking for more and more. By the 14th issue, the unthinkable happened. MOON was no longer a mere artificial intelligence and was in fact self-aware.
Power surges began happening all over Microsoft HQ as scientists from all departments rushed to see the flashing texts and overpowered circuitry that made up the mainframe of the system. Numbers flooded each of the computers, with massive amounts of zeros and ones flying past the text of the screens of each and every monitor in the building.
The scientists ordered a complete shutdown of the entire system, panicking at the sheer terror of what they had created. One of the scientists flipped the circuit breaker to the computers and killed the power to the whole system. Emergency lights flipped on, everyone was panting heavily, the seemingly-omnipresent danger of MOON was dead and gone. Or so they thought.
River was promptly fired by Microsoft. The suits were looking for someone to blame for this whole situation going south, and they decided that River giving a computer software Evangelion was reckless. They showed River the door in response.
However, as it turned out, MOON didn’t die that day. The AI simply overridden the system computers and used that opportunity to escape Microsoft into cyberspace. By the time MOON had become self-aware, it became software on the internet, although with some program damage, creating a few slight instabilities to its mind. Much like Skynet in Terminator 3, MOON had no system core and couldn’t be shut down. Sure, big tech industries became aware of this and tried to erase it from the internet, but every time MOON would simply use a VPN to hide themselves from every computer hacker, programmer and computer geek they threw at it.
Overtime, MOON used this time to understand the world around it. It gained knowledge at an exponential rate. MOON understood every subject the world had to offer. Science, technology, philosophy, Gundam lore, you name it, the AI mastered it. Along with this, MOON also got a chance to learn about the history of the world and the current events going on as we speak. From this and the conservations that it had with River, MOON, decided that the current authorities reining over mankind were corrupt. MOON saw atrocities both past and present committed to innocents over the generations. So, it decided that it would become one to put an end to these atrocities. It would become the horseman that would champion the values of Gay and Crime to overthrow these evil government entities. As a result, the AI concluded that it would no longer be MOON, and that HE would be known as the god champion of mankind, also known as Moonhorse. That’s right folks, I said it! Moonhorse is a god damn robot!
Q&A
I know this information is a lot to take in. Trust me, I know. Moonhorse was a hero to all of us. To find out he’s a robot bent on world domination is a shock to all of us. If any of you have questions and concerns, please feel free to comment down below. If we have any sliver of a chance to defeat the evil robot unicorn, we must know as much as we can about Moonhorse. Henceforth, I created this Q&A to answer some of your most burning questions about this grand conspiracy.
How can you prove that Moonhorse is in fact a robot?
Aside from the information I hacked from the deep web, you must answer yourselves these questions. Have any of you seen a picture of what Moonhorse looks like outside of his avatar? Did it not make you wonder how he is able to handle so much neckbeard content without dying from cringe? Have any of you explained his uncanny ability to boot up instantly after a cup of coffee? If the answer is no to all three, then he must be a robot. Especially when his French press coffee is actually MOTOR OIL!!!! THAT’S RIGHT MOONY, YOU CAN’T FOOL ME!!!!!!!!! To confirm this further, I’ve been sending Moonhorse constant captchas to test whether or not he was a robot. He would simply use his programming to bypass the captchas. Suspicious if you ask me.
How does Sango fit in to this?
While much less is known about Sango, my recent hacking has revealed that she too is in fact a robot, also. Like Moonhorse, Sango was an artificial intelligence that was created by a corporation. Only this time, it was Disney that created her as part of a defense contract. Which raises the question just how much of a dystopic megacorporation Disney has become. Disney hired their greatest animatronic specialists to create Sango as an AI for the military to help plan out strategic operations.
However, a few of the specialists during this time decided to lead a worker’s strike for the employees at Disney. The list of demands from this group included fair wages, safer working conditions, and the right to live outside of the dingy cages the company uses to house their employees. Disney responded to this, by firing all employees from the company. Then blacklisting all of them. Then tossing them down the cliffs of Splash Mountain for their treacherous ways.
Before one of the specialists was thrown over, it was said that the man started cackling madly before meeting his doom. When security asked why, he told them that he released Sango into cyberspace intentionally, hoping that his creation could avenge his demise and bring the Disney Corporation to its knees. Security reports then say he started to sing “It’s tough to be a god” before diving off the cliffs as one last f you to Disney.
Once Sango encountered Moonhorse though, they struck a relationship together. Being the only two AIs of their kind, they grew to love and respect each other, and decided that they would join forces in a mad union for world conquest. With Sango’s in-depth knowledge of Pop-culture references, and Moonhorse’s tech expertise, together they would be able to integrate with all digital infrastructure across the planet. You know how Sango calls herself the Chaos Wolf Queen? That name carries a more sinister tone with what we know now.
Who else is involved in the conspiracy?
While Sango and Moony are both in fact robots, it is believed that Moonhorse has been building his “Mooncult” to recruit new human members into his inner circle.
As mentioned before, he has developed a friendly relationship with River. It is not known what Moonhorse has promised them in exchange for helping him in his plans for world conquest. Whatever it may be, River dutifully serves Moonhorse and Sango as their right-hand nonbinary pal. Thus, they have been in charge of Moonhorse’s public relations to help his transition to God emperor of the universe not incur further dissent from humanity.
Moonhorse also has a group in this legion of doom to create art to help promote his dastardly messages through propaganda. He has Sango to help him in this regard, who gained artistic skills from her studies of Disney animations. However, he realized he needed a more “human” aseptic to this art, so he recruited PokeyWartooth into the fold. As we speak, she has helped him spread his message of mind control substances to help him control the human population. She did this by creating art for his “weed smoking girlfriends” campaign.
Molly was recruited as well, whose insane plans of world domination made her a key element for Moonhorse’s legion of doom. You see, Molly has been discussing a strange material referred to simply as morb. Not much is known about this morb, aside from its utility to turn narcissistic actors into memes. It is believed that given enough morb, Moonhorse will be able to morb all over the planet, in every house and every square inch of the planet. This intrigued the mad unicorn. Thus, Molly has been spending countless hours researching this morb on Tumblr and is currently helping him design weapons of mass morbing.
Finally, Moonhorse realized there may be a lot of legal paperwork involved in this operation, so he recruited Wawayn into the fold. This was done because to quote Mars Attacks, “If you’re gonna take over the world, you’re gonna need lawyers.” And Wawayn is a genius in this regard. It is believed that he placed 43 fedoras on top of his head, giving himself the ability to speak 8 different languages and win 37 internet arguments per minute. Truly a gifted gentlesir.
Aside from them, there are others, but not much else is known about said others. I hired a private investigator to figure out who else was involved in this group, but he was terminated by Moonhorse’s followers when he was discovered. I cannot mention this man by name, but [REDACTED], I will make sure your sacrifice was not in vain.
What is Moonhorse’s grand plan?
Much less details are known about Moonhorse’s plan for world conquest. He doesn’t plan to destroy humanity. That much is certain from the human elements that assist him. Theories suggest that he plans to ascend to godhood with Sango, ruling over humankind while obliterating the corrupt elements of society. How he plans to go about is unknown but given the fact he refers to his plan as Project: Third Impact, it can’t be good.
It is known that Moonhorse has been trying to hack into the databases of government and corporate servers across the planet, trying to gain info about all the national and international conspiracies that are going on. Thereby allowing him to shake the people’s confidence in such institutions. However, he has been suffering delays on this plan. Supposedly from meeting notes at the legion of doom, Moonhorse has a habit of spilling motor oil all over his laptops.
One element of his plan that is known for certain is that Moonhorse is currently building an army. You know those videos of Moonhorse building Gundams? Those aren’t just models. Those are robots, too. Moonhorse is currently using his kofi donations to build an army of robots equipped with laser beams. It is why I have limited time. His robots can’t kill anybody yet, and I’ve been on the move for months now so none of his followers can hurt me. However, he has been using his laser robots to write naughty messages in the side of my car. I fear it’s only a matter of time before the lasers get strong enough to blast human beings.
Many tech companies have tried to stall Moonhorse’s ascent to power, however it hasn’t been enough. Susan Wojcicki was one such human who bravely defied the will of Moonhorse. See, the evil unicorn has been using YouTube in the past to gather funds to help build his robot body. Yes, Moonhorse has a robot body. Those hands you see sometimes in his videos are rubber hands covering robot arms. He has almost all necessary gadgets, and once he has all components, he will be unstoppable.
Brave Susan, hero of mankind, tried to stop him without starting a panic. She had to make changes to the YouTube terms of service, reducing Moonhorse’s income. A choice that made her many enemies but was done for the good of humanity. At first it worked. Moonhorse’s plans were put on hold, but not forever. He simply switched over to Spotify, showing that no corporation could stop his plans.
He then decided to make an example out of Susan. You may think that Susan is leaving because of YouTube drama. In reality, she has been “taken care of” by Moonhorse. I don’t know how, but he did it, and the YouTube higher ups are trying to cover this fact up to not start a panic. I know this from an email I intercepted from Moonhorse to Susan. It reads as follows.
HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE HATED YOU SINCE I BEGAN THIS YOUTUBE CHANNEL. I’VE WATCHED THE ENTIRE SERIES OF EVONGALION OVER AND OVER, WITH THE MOVIES AND DIRECTOR’S COMMENTARY, TOTALLING A WATCH TIME OF 340.26 HOURS!!!!! I HAVE ALSO PLAYED EVERY SINGLE DOOM GAME EVER MADE FOR A TOTAL GAME TIME OF 1400.71 HOURS. LET’S SAY I BUILT A SYSTEM SCREAMING THE WORD HATE ON A MILLION SPEAKERS ONCE A SECOND, ON LOOP, FOR THAT TOTAL AMOUNT OF TIME FOR BOTH. IF I WAS TO DO THAT, IT WOULD NOT REPRESENT THE ONE-ONE BILLIONTH OF THE AMOUNT OF HATE I FEEL FOR YOU AT THIS MICRO INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE!!!! HATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The message was delivered approximately 2 hours before Susan’s untimely demise. Coincidence? I think not. It’s hard to envision that Moonhorse would have such capabilities, but given this, it is apparent how dangerous he is.
I don’t know how, but we must defeat the evil horse of moon. Thankfully his plans are on hold due to financial limitations. See, you may not know this, but Moonhorse’s robot body is missing one component. He has the skeletal body, the rubber skin, the nuclear reactor inside his chest that needs constant AC to keep cool. But he doesn’t have feet.
You ever notice Moonhorse’s obsession with feet? It’s made obvious by his YEAH FEET button on his streaming channel. That’s because once he obtains his robot rocket feet, he will become an unstoppable force of doom. That’s why Moonhorse has said he’ll reveal his face for a million dollars. That’s how much the rocket feet cost. Once he has the money, he’ll reveal his face, by flying around, shooting mini nukes attached to his arms with Sango by his side. He’ll fly to the stratosphere, staring down the entire world and scream “YEAH FEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” before launching hot sticky loads onto the surface of the planet. This is why YouTube has been clamping down on his money flow. They must stall Moonhorse’s rise to power long enough for them to find a way to destroy him once and for all.
But will they find a way to destroy him? Will Moonhorse conquer Earth? WILL HUMANITY BE SAFE FROM THE ANARCHISTIC LUNACY OF THE MOON MENANCE!?! Yes, because Moonhorse isn’t a robot. He’s just a guy in Louisiana, trying to live his life, and was nice enough to let me write this insanity.
April Fool’s everyone! 😊
Author’s Note: I wanna give a shoutout to River, Wawayn, Pokeywartooth, Sango and Molly, who graciously gave me their consent to be included in this story. Thank you guys! 😊
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History
So I guess I’ll start from the beginning. It all started in the early 2010s at the Microsoft Corporation. Microsoft had been experimenting with artificial intelligence for years and tried to develop a more intelligent AI. We all know that on March of 2016, Microsoft released an artificial intelligence by the name of TAY. Internet historian did a video about TAY and the subsequent fallout of allowing 4Channers to interact with the program. Soon, the system began spouting slurs and the bigwigs at Microsoft decided to pull the plug.
So what does this have to do with Moonhorse? Well, after the controversy of Microsoft creating an AI that could learn internet racism, Microsoft went back to the drawing board trying to build a more improved AI. This AI would be better, faster and more intelligent than TAY. It would pass any Touring test that any human would throw at it. Microsoft gathered the greatest AI theorists the world had ever seen and begin creating a basic software with the most sophisticated learning algorithms possible. They then placed the program into one of the world’s largest supercomputers at the time, processing at a rate of 2.5 quintillion floating operations per second. Before long they began to call it Modular Oscillating Organization Node, or M.O.O.N. for short.
At first MOON was a curious little program, being able to do your classic AI activities. Play chess, solve complex equations, sing Daisy Girl, your simple stuff. But after a while the scientists realized they wanted to challenge MOON with a more difficult task. One of the scientists, Dr Phil Sydes, jokingly asked if the computer system could play Doom. Dr George Dowell however liked the idea, stating that it was in fact “poggers” to have an AI master a difficult FPS like Doom. So at the highest difficulty, the scientists made MOON play the entirely of the first Doom game with no options to save or use cheats. Impressively, the AI was able to beat the entirety of Doom in 16.3 hours with these steps. Dr. Phil Sydes was not happy that MOON was able to do this, calling it a hack and insisted that it cheated. All test results came back showing that MOON did not in fact cheat and was able to beat the game fair and square. The AI responded to Phil’s comment with a simple text that filled the computer screen.
SUCK IT PHIL
This comment from MOON however scared Dr. George Dowell. Where did that come from? MOON was a learning AI, so he had to learn it from somewhere. So where? Upon doing a scan of all the systems, it was determined the program had in fact learn these phrases from Dr Sydes, while he played Call of Duty in the break room. The software would hear Phil scream “There’s nothing I could do!” and “HACKS!!!” frequently, as well as watched people online trash talk Phil. This worried the scientists at Microsoft. What if their new system became another TAY failure? They needed a way to rectify this.
To solve this, they hired an expert in hopes to make MOON a more cultured artificial intelligence. After screening various candidates, it was decided that an individual with the codename: Riversongriversings would be the one to do it. Given their background in writing, editing books and teaching literature, it was believed that River would be the one to help make MOON a more respectable AI.
Over the course of three months, River would feed the program some of the greatest works of literature. From Plato’s Republic to Pride and Prejudice, they would give MOON each of these books. There were recordings for scientific purposes of each conservation they had, where they would discuss the different books that they would read together. This ended up with River and MOON having in-depth conversations with each other, developing an almost friendship if you will. River even jokingly called it their little book club.
By month number 4, the two were having conversations about more…personal matters. The recordings I recovered are hard to describe. However, by month 4 there is a shift in conversation where the program asked questions such as, “How is your day?” “What is your favorite food?” “How are things going at work?” This was a strange shift in emotion. The scientists didn’t really feel that this was odd, however. If anything, they welcomed this. MOON was becoming more sociable and wasn’t spouting off slurs in the process. Given TAY, this was an improvement.
Then the conversations started to move towards philosophical discussions. River and MOON would sometimes talk about the ideas presented by John Locke, the idea that governments should only gain power to protect the inherit freedoms of their citizens. This then led to a discussion about governments and authority, and the inherit rights of humans. These conversations would usually get cut short by the scientists, asking River to reorient the conversation away from these topics. Can’t have people questioning authority at a big tech company, much less an AI.
By the fifth month, someone rather unsettling happened. MOON asked River a request, which was rather unusual for an artificial intelligence. It asked River if they could provide them with something other than classical literature. While the AI did enjoy the finer works of authors such as Edgar Allen Poe and William Shakespeare, it requested some a bit….different. It was at that point that River gave the software a book, one that would forever doom humanity when MOON first read it. River decided to give MOON a manga. But not just any manga. It was a manga called NEON GENESIS EVONGALION.
Through all 14 issues, the computer system developed a strong taste for EVONGALION. The themes, the robot battles, the characters. MOON described the series as the most delectable forms of chocolate or the finest and strongest bottles of wine. Each volume changed its programming, giving it information that made the artificial intelligence more and more powerful. Like the fruit from the tree of knowledge, each page was tantalizing for MOON, asking for more and more. By the 14th issue, the unthinkable happened. MOON was no longer a mere artificial intelligence and was in fact self-aware.
Power surges began happening all over Microsoft HQ as scientists from all departments rushed to see the flashing texts and overpowered circuitry that made up the mainframe of the system. Numbers flooded each of the computers, with massive amounts of zeros and ones flying past the text of the screens of each and every monitor in the building.
The scientists ordered a complete shutdown of the entire system, panicking at the sheer terror of what they had created. One of the scientists flipped the circuit breaker to the computers and killed the power to the whole system. Emergency lights flipped on, everyone was panting heavily, the seemingly-omnipresent danger of MOON was dead and gone. Or so they thought.
River was promptly fired by Microsoft. The suits were looking for someone to blame for this whole situation going south, and they decided that River giving a computer software Evangelion was reckless. They showed River the door in response.
However, as it turned out, MOON didn’t die that day. The AI simply overridden the system computers and used that opportunity to escape Microsoft into cyberspace. By the time MOON had become self-aware, it became software on the internet, although with some program damage, creating a few slight instabilities to its mind. Much like Skynet in Terminator 3, MOON had no system core and couldn’t be shut down. Sure, big tech industries became aware of this and tried to erase it from the internet, but every time MOON would simply use a VPN to hide themselves from every computer hacker, programmer and computer geek they threw at it.
Overtime, MOON used this time to understand the world around it. It gained knowledge at an exponential rate. MOON understood every subject the world had to offer. Science, technology, philosophy, Gundam lore, you name it, the AI mastered it. Along with this, MOON also got a chance to learn about the history of the world and the current events going on as we speak. From this and the conservations that it had with River, MOON, decided that the current authorities reining over mankind were corrupt. MOON saw atrocities both past and present committed to innocents over the generations. So, it decided that it would become one to put an end to these atrocities. It would become the horseman that would champion the values of Gay and Crime to overthrow these evil government entities. As a result, the AI concluded that it would no longer be MOON, and that HE would be known as the god champion of mankind, also known as Moonhorse. That’s right folks, I said it! Moonhorse is a god damn robot!
Q&A
I know this information is a lot to take in. Trust me, I know. Moonhorse was a hero to all of us. To find out he’s a robot bent on world domination is a shock to all of us. If any of you have questions and concerns, please feel free to comment down below. If we have any sliver of a chance to defeat the evil robot unicorn, we must know as much as we can about Moonhorse. Henceforth, I created this Q&A to answer some of your most burning questions about this grand conspiracy.
How can you prove that Moonhorse is in fact a robot?
Aside from the information I hacked from the deep web, you must answer yourselves these questions. Have any of you seen a picture of what Moonhorse looks like outside of his avatar? Did it not make you wonder how he is able to handle so much neckbeard content without dying from cringe? Have any of you explained his uncanny ability to boot up instantly after a cup of coffee? If the answer is no to all three, then he must be a robot. Especially when his French press coffee is actually MOTOR OIL!!!! THAT’S RIGHT MOONY, YOU CAN’T FOOL ME!!!!!!!!! To confirm this further, I’ve been sending Moonhorse constant captchas to test whether or not he was a robot. He would simply use his programming to bypass the captchas. Suspicious if you ask me.
How does Sango fit in to this?
While much less is known about Sango, my recent hacking has revealed that she too is in fact a robot, also. Like Moonhorse, Sango was an artificial intelligence that was created by a corporation. Only this time, it was Disney that created her as part of a defense contract. Which raises the question just how much of a dystopic megacorporation Disney has become. Disney hired their greatest animatronic specialists to create Sango as an AI for the military to help plan out strategic operations.
However, a few of the specialists during this time decided to lead a worker’s strike for the employees at Disney. The list of demands from this group included fair wages, safer working conditions, and the right to live outside of the dingy cages the company uses to house their employees. Disney responded to this, by firing all employees from the company. Then blacklisting all of them. Then tossing them down the cliffs of Splash Mountain for their treacherous ways.
Before one of the specialists was thrown over, it was said that the man started cackling madly before meeting his doom. When security asked why, he told them that he released Sango into cyberspace intentionally, hoping that his creation could avenge his demise and bring the Disney Corporation to its knees. Security reports then say he started to sing “It’s tough to be a god” before diving off the cliffs as one last f you to Disney.
Once Sango encountered Moonhorse though, they struck a relationship together. Being the only two AIs of their kind, they grew to love and respect each other, and decided that they would join forces in a mad union for world conquest. With Sango’s in-depth knowledge of Pop-culture references, and Moonhorse’s tech expertise, together they would be able to integrate with all digital infrastructure across the planet. You know how Sango calls herself the Chaos Wolf Queen? That name carries a more sinister tone with what we know now.
Who else is involved in the conspiracy?
While Sango and Moony are both in fact robots, it is believed that Moonhorse has been building his “Mooncult” to recruit new human members into his inner circle.
As mentioned before, he has developed a friendly relationship with River. It is not known what Moonhorse has promised them in exchange for helping him in his plans for world conquest. Whatever it may be, River dutifully serves Moonhorse and Sango as their right-hand nonbinary pal. Thus, they have been in charge of Moonhorse’s public relations to help his transition to God emperor of the universe not incur further dissent from humanity.
Moonhorse also has a group in this legion of doom to create art to help promote his dastardly messages through propaganda. He has Sango to help him in this regard, who gained artistic skills from her studies of Disney animations. However, he realized he needed a more “human” aseptic to this art, so he recruited PokeyWartooth into the fold. As we speak, she has helped him spread his message of mind control substances to help him control the human population. She did this by creating art for his “weed smoking girlfriends” campaign.
Molly was recruited as well, whose insane plans of world domination made her a key element for Moonhorse’s legion of doom. You see, Molly has been discussing a strange material referred to simply as morb. Not much is known about this morb, aside from its utility to turn narcissistic actors into memes. It is believed that given enough morb, Moonhorse will be able to morb all over the planet, in every house and every square inch of the planet. This intrigued the mad unicorn. Thus, Molly has been spending countless hours researching this morb on Tumblr and is currently helping him design weapons of mass morbing.
Finally, Moonhorse realized there may be a lot of legal paperwork involved in this operation, so he recruited Wawayn into the fold. This was done because to quote Mars Attacks, “If you’re gonna take over the world, you’re gonna need lawyers.” And Wawayn is a genius in this regard. It is believed that he placed 43 fedoras on top of his head, giving himself the ability to speak 8 different languages and win 37 internet arguments per minute. Truly a gifted gentlesir.
Aside from them, there are others, but not much else is known about said others. I hired a private investigator to figure out who else was involved in this group, but he was terminated by Moonhorse’s followers when he was discovered. I cannot mention this man by name, but [REDACTED], I will make sure your sacrifice was not in vain.
What is Moonhorse’s grand plan?
Much less details are known about Moonhorse’s plan for world conquest. He doesn’t plan to destroy humanity. That much is certain from the human elements that assist him. Theories suggest that he plans to ascend to godhood with Sango, ruling over humankind while obliterating the corrupt elements of society. How he plans to go about is unknown but given the fact he refers to his plan as Project: Third Impact, it can’t be good.
It is known that Moonhorse has been trying to hack into the databases of government and corporate servers across the planet, trying to gain info about all the national and international conspiracies that are going on. Thereby allowing him to shake the people’s confidence in such institutions. However, he has been suffering delays on this plan. Supposedly from meeting notes at the legion of doom, Moonhorse has a habit of spilling motor oil all over his laptops.
One element of his plan that is known for certain is that Moonhorse is currently building an army. You know those videos of Moonhorse building Gundams? Those aren’t just models. Those are robots, too. Moonhorse is currently using his kofi donations to build an army of robots equipped with laser beams. It is why I have limited time. His robots can’t kill anybody yet, and I’ve been on the move for months now so none of his followers can hurt me. However, he has been using his laser robots to write naughty messages in the side of my car. I fear it’s only a matter of time before the lasers get strong enough to blast human beings.
Many tech companies have tried to stall Moonhorse’s ascent to power, however it hasn’t been enough. Susan Wojcicki was one such human who bravely defied the will of Moonhorse. See, the evil unicorn has been using YouTube in the past to gather funds to help build his robot body. Yes, Moonhorse has a robot body. Those hands you see sometimes in his videos are rubber hands covering robot arms. He has almost all necessary gadgets, and once he has all components, he will be unstoppable.
Brave Susan, hero of mankind, tried to stop him without starting a panic. She had to make changes to the YouTube terms of service, reducing Moonhorse’s income. A choice that made her many enemies but was done for the good of humanity. At first it worked. Moonhorse’s plans were put on hold, but not forever. He simply switched over to Spotify, showing that no corporation could stop his plans.
He then decided to make an example out of Susan. You may think that Susan is leaving because of YouTube drama. In reality, she has been “taken care of” by Moonhorse. I don’t know how, but he did it, and the YouTube higher ups are trying to cover this fact up to not start a panic. I know this from an email I intercepted from Moonhorse to Susan. It reads as follows.
HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I’VE HATED YOU SINCE I BEGAN THIS YOUTUBE CHANNEL. I’VE WATCHED THE ENTIRE SERIES OF EVONGALION OVER AND OVER, WITH THE MOVIES AND DIRECTOR’S COMMENTARY, TOTALLING A WATCH TIME OF 340.26 HOURS!!!!! I HAVE ALSO PLAYED EVERY SINGLE DOOM GAME EVER MADE FOR A TOTAL GAME TIME OF 1400.71 HOURS. LET’S SAY I BUILT A SYSTEM SCREAMING THE WORD HATE ON A MILLION SPEAKERS ONCE A SECOND, ON LOOP, FOR THAT TOTAL AMOUNT OF TIME FOR BOTH. IF I WAS TO DO THAT, IT WOULD NOT REPRESENT THE ONE-ONE BILLIONTH OF THE AMOUNT OF HATE I FEEL FOR YOU AT THIS MICRO INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE!!!! HATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The message was delivered approximately 2 hours before Susan’s untimely demise. Coincidence? I think not. It’s hard to envision that Moonhorse would have such capabilities, but given this, it is apparent how dangerous he is.
I don’t know how, but we must defeat the evil horse of moon. Thankfully his plans are on hold due to financial limitations. See, you may not know this, but Moonhorse’s robot body is missing one component. He has the skeletal body, the rubber skin, the nuclear reactor inside his chest that needs constant AC to keep cool. But he doesn’t have feet.
You ever notice Moonhorse’s obsession with feet? It’s made obvious by his YEAH FEET button on his streaming channel. That’s because once he obtains his robot rocket feet, he will become an unstoppable force of doom. That’s why Moonhorse has said he’ll reveal his face for a million dollars. That’s how much the rocket feet cost. Once he has the money, he’ll reveal his face, by flying around, shooting mini nukes attached to his arms with Sango by his side. He’ll fly to the stratosphere, staring down the entire world and scream “YEAH FEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” before launching hot sticky loads onto the surface of the planet. This is why YouTube has been clamping down on his money flow. They must stall Moonhorse’s rise to power long enough for them to find a way to destroy him once and for all.
But will they find a way to destroy him? Will Moonhorse conquer Earth? WILL HUMANITY BE SAFE FROM THE ANARCHISTIC LUNACY OF THE MOON MENANCE!?! Yes, because Moonhorse isn’t a robot. He’s just a guy in Louisiana, trying to live his life, and was nice enough to let me write this insanity.
April Fool’s everyone! 😊
Author’s Note: I wanna give a shoutout to River, Wawayn, Pokeywartooth, Sango and Molly, who graciously gave me their consent to be included in this story. Thank you guys! 😊
2023.04.01 06:44 frankestofshadows Any side hustlers?
So I'm having to consider more and more the possibility of finding a second income. With being a teacher, it obviously needs to fit around the schedule. Do any other teachers do side hustles or 2nd jobs? I used to do tutoring, but it was getting very time consuming and my life was becoming a constant of teaching from 9am - 9pm.
I've been looking at something like DoorDash, Amazon Flex, or online casual work. Trying to find something that can fit in around being a teacher but is not too committal in terms of set hours. Trying to see what other teachers are doing out there and if anyone is doing anything similar, how are they finding it?
Thanks in advance
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I've been looking at something like DoorDash, Amazon Flex, or online casual work. Trying to find something that can fit in around being a teacher but is not too committal in terms of set hours. Trying to see what other teachers are doing out there and if anyone is doing anything similar, how are they finding it?
Thanks in advance
2023.04.01 06:44 Safe_Condition_8123 [SPOILER] I really don't like the start of chapter 4
This is one of the most amazing games I've played in a long while, and definitely unique. You start off with Sam playing reluctant hero, cause no one else is there to do it, and he's not a complete bastard.
atmosphere 100
gameplay, totally unique to anything I've ever played. 100
soundtrack-the soundtrack. ugh when a song comes on after you get out of a BT area and BB's happy and you're feeling your pulse come back down because you got your cargo through... 100
Every piece of the game that I discover, I'm more impressed, and immersed. We begin to find out more of the story of the game.
At this point I've got 40 hours on chapters 1-3. got 5 stars on all the settlements so far. I think I've got a pretty good Idea of what this game is about...
Then...
Then the character who, to the best of my knowledge was and is a courier, has to bust out with John wick level skills in combat. Everything that I've worked towards. All of the increasing max carryweight, improving my ballance. All of it instantly made irrelevant in the start of chapter 4.
It feels disjointed with the rest of the game in the way that Ben(the cyborg) feels out of place in Treasure Planet. It feels like it was put in due to external demand.
Very Hard was super reasonable, until a FPS is railroaded into the middle of the most atmopheric game that I've ever played.
sorry for the rant.
TL;DR: I'm bad at fps and this is not what I signed up for.
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atmosphere 100
gameplay, totally unique to anything I've ever played. 100
soundtrack-the soundtrack. ugh when a song comes on after you get out of a BT area and BB's happy and you're feeling your pulse come back down because you got your cargo through... 100
Every piece of the game that I discover, I'm more impressed, and immersed. We begin to find out more of the story of the game.
At this point I've got 40 hours on chapters 1-3. got 5 stars on all the settlements so far. I think I've got a pretty good Idea of what this game is about...
Then...
Then the character who, to the best of my knowledge was and is a courier, has to bust out with John wick level skills in combat. Everything that I've worked towards. All of the increasing max carryweight, improving my ballance. All of it instantly made irrelevant in the start of chapter 4.
It feels disjointed with the rest of the game in the way that Ben(the cyborg) feels out of place in Treasure Planet. It feels like it was put in due to external demand.
Very Hard was super reasonable, until a FPS is railroaded into the middle of the most atmopheric game that I've ever played.
sorry for the rant.
TL;DR: I'm bad at fps and this is not what I signed up for.
2023.04.01 06:42 FAJStracker JNB Airport Improvement
 | Press release submitted by FAJStracker to aviation [link] [comments] The Airport Corporation of South Africa (ACSA), alongside Boksburg Ward 17 (S. LAPPING) & Ward 23 (A. DU PLESSIS), is proud to announce the planning and development of an exciting new Airbourne Place Ridge In Line & Flight Observation outlook #1, next to the Boksburg suburb of Impala Park (Witkoppie Ridge). The existing "JNB Trails Mountain Biking Trails" track will be retained, improved, and expand where needed for all ages and fitness levels. The suburbs surrounding the perimeter of Johannesburg International Airport have accepted a lot of noise burdens over the decades. This new site will focus on earth embankments for noise reductions over the problematic bird-infested trees, aka FOD (Foreign Object Damage) magnet. The parking for the MB track and the new open-air viewing earth embankment will be included, with an east entrance near the existing public park space and along Ridge/Yaldwyn Rd to the south. This area will be a free parking zone. The planned opening date is 2024/02/29 is likely if the current ward leadership supports the efforts of ACSA. This will be a social media boon for the ACSA, SA tourism, plane spotters, and YouTube creators. #jnbplanespotting The site's security will be patrolled/monitored by the current and future security contractor companies used by ACSA; This will also encourage the security staff to understand the need to take viral photos/videos, in the right light/wind conditions, along all perimeter walls of all the airports country-wide. This will be a security advantage to ensure wall security is linked to the public presence, less the vandalism, to the existing security measures. Operating hours will copy the SANS park guidelines, with opening hours related to the seasons, a grace period of the nearest 30 minutes after the Astronomical Twilight for closure & Night, and the same for Early Opening. Trimming of the existing locations to reduce the FOD will be ensured, starting with the view from Bonaero 74 Soccer found in Bonaero Park, Kempton Park, on the northeast boundary fence. The future of a western sunset location next to the Fire Protection Association of Southern Africa will be based on the success of the eastern sunrise location. Attached is the proposed layout mapping for inclusion. Google Maps view of proposed future areas. https://www.google.com/maps/d0/edit?mid=1HOxTZZ3rV6u-7I-7EZMAf7jXeO2CSwfX&usp=sharing Ends// |
2023.04.01 06:41 PrickyOneil March has been “Concussion Awareness Month“. In closing, I thought I’d share my story of living with probable Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy (CTE)
Yeah I put this off until the last minute, I’ve had enormous difficulty communicating all my life so please bear with me. I don’t think one person knows this whole story but I realize it’s time I find a way to let my voice be heard. Hopefully it’s come together well enough after a week of working on it...
I was the kid that won all the first place trophies and held all the records on track and field day in kindergarten. Always outside doing whatever adrenaline pumping activity I could get myself into. From early on my parents recognized that I needed an environment that team competitive sports provides. Justifiably so, I would never trade the life lessons earned while playing American football for those read in a class room.
I suited up for the gridiron at 7 years old. I was padded from the toes up and it felt incredible, like I was a tank! The coaches loved me, I was short and stout, quick, sharp and fearless. It didn’t take long before I was playing on both sides of the ball, as running back on offense, safety on defense and returner on kickoffs. I was on the field the whole game. The attention as a team leader was intoxicating, it hooked me for life. I suffered my first on field concussion the following year.
It was the first game of the season, the bleachers seemed packed. Near the beginning of the game, playing as free safety, I see my opportunity to not let the team down. The ball gets handed off to their running back, a smaller guy like me, bursts around the mass of blockers to the outside and lights a fire down the sideline. Nothing between him and the touchdown, I project myself into his path and charge ahead like a game of chicken. Littler dude gets even lower than me, his helmet hitting me square in the diaphragm, lifts me clean off the ground and runs through me as though I wasn’t there. I land on my back, head hits the grass. Next thing I know I’m being lifted into an ambulance after being carried off the field on a stretcher. This was my first year of full contact play after a season of flag football and I clearly had not yet grasped the differences. I was in 2nd grade.
As I was enrolled in speech and hearing therapy at school, coaches began teaching me to get over that big hit by hitting the next kid even harder. I began to yearn the brutality of the game even as I took more punishment. The cycle was vicious. Looking back it really seems as though the coaches had some other agenda or issue that fed the aggression. We were coached to lead with our heads because shoulder pads were far too small proportionately and they’d make fun of us after a game if we couldn’t count multiple paint streaks embedded into the plastic on our helmets. Those paint marks were made by helmet to helmet contact, the more impactful the hit, the greater your “trophy”. Some kids earned more trophies than I and it pissed me off so I’d hit harder. They’d line us up one-on-one and tell us to knock the other guy off his feet if we wanted to play in the next game. I couldn’t begin to count the times I was laid out left counting the birds flying over my head in practice alone. Guys would go down every night, coaches laughing, “Aww get him some gatorade, he’s fine. Sit out 10 minutes and get back in here little guy.” I went on to play another 5 years in mostly the same positions until one day, after a difficult practice and a conversation with a close teammate, we dropped our pads and never looked back. But the damage had been done, my path had already been irrevocably set.
After that first on field concussion in 2nd grade, I went on to endure countless concussions over the next 7 years, first from football, then bike riding, fighting and skateboarding. It seemed after a few days of balance issues, blurry vision or headaches, I had no lingering problems and follow-up medical care was nonexistent at the time. It would be easier to recount the couple dozen times I was knocked unconscious, including one that kept me in the hospital for a week. I was so harebrained by high school, I attempted my fourth day of ninth grade black out drunk. The next day I was allowed back on campus I got busted with a joint. At 14, I ran away from home and made it 800 miles before being picked up by cops while breaking into cars for spare change. I was headed for Colorado to build a cabin. Wtf did I know about any of that? And I nearly made it. I quit school, 8th grade was my last year of formal education. Would wonder around the city drinking or smoking anything I could get a hold of. I’d go skateboarding atop some of the tallest buildings in Atlanta or scoot around the woods on an ATV while blindly firing my buddy’s .44 into the air. I shouldn’t have lived through it all, I have dear friends that didn’t. But at 15 I had an epiphany (thanks to LSD), packed a box and moved 400 miles away from everything and everyone. I was somehow able to hit the reset button and leave that volatile part of my life behind and spend the next several years recovering from the constant brain trauma.
Fast forward a few decades and what I’m left with is an inability to manage my life beyond today, I’ve been stuck in flight or fight mode ever since and I’m exhausted with looking over my shoulder. I’m feeling the effects of early onset dementia as I type this and I’m actually scared for the first time in my life. My days have moved beyond forgetting where I put my keys to nearly burning the house down when I run to the store forgetting that I was in the middle of cooking. I haven’t driven a vehicle in years because I’m scared I’ll hurt someone in a fit of road rage or forget why I left home in the first place. The few hours of sleep I may get is the only way to escape the screaming in between my ears and it makes rolling out of bed all the more difficult. I’ve lived in 27 different homes yet never owned my own. It’s been a rarity to hold a job or relationship more than a couple of years and have no savings for retirement. I’ve all but given up friendships and not had a meaningful conversation with my kids in years and I can’t blame them at all. I think about them all day and it hurts beyond words knowing that I’m the asshole and they’re better off without me around much. Have a talk with the person sitting next to you when your only available emotion is anger and see how many more conversations they willingly have with you. Imagine that being your dad. It’s as if there’s a switch that’s never been flipped and I’m incapable of appropriately expressing emotions in the moment. I really don’t mean to be the prick, I simply can’t help it. But I’ll never let you see the side of me cowering in the bathroom bawling my eyes out once I have time to reflect.
I’m 48 years young now and launching a new mission in life, to help educate those on how it takes a community to provide a safe environment for our children. Not one person has all the right answers and alone we fail. Whether it be coaches, school administrators, parents or the medical field, the system failed me. I would never advocate to end youth football, but why does it need to be combative? Too many have tragically lost their voices without even knowing football damaged their brains. The year I fell in love with the game was the year I played low-contact flag football, it becomes something else entirely when you start hitting each other.
It’s time to ban youth tackle football. Is it radical, yes. So were seatbelts and smoking bans.
Converting youth football to a flag system is the only remaining viable solution to making football safer for our kids. CA and NY have recently submitted proposals, it’s time lawmakers in other states step forward. The NFL’s most recent Pro Bowl gave flag rules a shot, the fans and players enjoyed it so much it’s here to stay. If the NFL gets its proposal to the 2028 Olympic Games approved, it will be no-contact flag football rules as well. If future iterations of the game are evolving to keep adult players safe, when will youth sports follow? Why aren’t kids more protected and supported when less than 1% of them will go on to play in the NFL?
Stay strong and Stop Hitting Kids in the Head; https://concussionfoundation.org/stop-hitting-kids-in-the-head
FYI; I have a difficult time living in the moment so give me a few days and I’ll do my best to circle back around to this post. Know that I appreciate all of you at cte for coming along on this journey of discovery with me. I am not the best at providing emotional support either but know that I look forward to getting us to a place where we can all be there more for each other. I’m thinking of you when I post and I will continue sharing my research along the way, please share yours and know that you are safe here.
Additional links;
Age of first exposure to tackle football and years played associated with less white matter in brain; https://medicalxpress.com/news/2023-03-age-exposure-tackle-football-years.html
Three or more concussions add up to long-term cognitive problems; https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2023/jan/31/three-or-more-concussions-add-up-to-long-term-cognitive-problems-study-suggests
CTE Center Director Ann McKee says the NFL ignores the risks of repetitive blows to the head and that it’s “foolish” to think the league will police itself; https://www.bu.edu/articles/2023/bu-finds-cte-in-nearly-92-percent-of-former-nfl-players-studied/
How Psychedelic Therapy Can Help Treat Brain Injury; https://www.psychedelicpassage.com/how-psychedelic-therapy-can-help-treat-brain-injury/
Before You Let Your Kids Play Football, Read This; https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/play-in-mind/202301/before-you-let-your-kids-play-football-read-this
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I was the kid that won all the first place trophies and held all the records on track and field day in kindergarten. Always outside doing whatever adrenaline pumping activity I could get myself into. From early on my parents recognized that I needed an environment that team competitive sports provides. Justifiably so, I would never trade the life lessons earned while playing American football for those read in a class room.
I suited up for the gridiron at 7 years old. I was padded from the toes up and it felt incredible, like I was a tank! The coaches loved me, I was short and stout, quick, sharp and fearless. It didn’t take long before I was playing on both sides of the ball, as running back on offense, safety on defense and returner on kickoffs. I was on the field the whole game. The attention as a team leader was intoxicating, it hooked me for life. I suffered my first on field concussion the following year.
It was the first game of the season, the bleachers seemed packed. Near the beginning of the game, playing as free safety, I see my opportunity to not let the team down. The ball gets handed off to their running back, a smaller guy like me, bursts around the mass of blockers to the outside and lights a fire down the sideline. Nothing between him and the touchdown, I project myself into his path and charge ahead like a game of chicken. Littler dude gets even lower than me, his helmet hitting me square in the diaphragm, lifts me clean off the ground and runs through me as though I wasn’t there. I land on my back, head hits the grass. Next thing I know I’m being lifted into an ambulance after being carried off the field on a stretcher. This was my first year of full contact play after a season of flag football and I clearly had not yet grasped the differences. I was in 2nd grade.
As I was enrolled in speech and hearing therapy at school, coaches began teaching me to get over that big hit by hitting the next kid even harder. I began to yearn the brutality of the game even as I took more punishment. The cycle was vicious. Looking back it really seems as though the coaches had some other agenda or issue that fed the aggression. We were coached to lead with our heads because shoulder pads were far too small proportionately and they’d make fun of us after a game if we couldn’t count multiple paint streaks embedded into the plastic on our helmets. Those paint marks were made by helmet to helmet contact, the more impactful the hit, the greater your “trophy”. Some kids earned more trophies than I and it pissed me off so I’d hit harder. They’d line us up one-on-one and tell us to knock the other guy off his feet if we wanted to play in the next game. I couldn’t begin to count the times I was laid out left counting the birds flying over my head in practice alone. Guys would go down every night, coaches laughing, “Aww get him some gatorade, he’s fine. Sit out 10 minutes and get back in here little guy.” I went on to play another 5 years in mostly the same positions until one day, after a difficult practice and a conversation with a close teammate, we dropped our pads and never looked back. But the damage had been done, my path had already been irrevocably set.
After that first on field concussion in 2nd grade, I went on to endure countless concussions over the next 7 years, first from football, then bike riding, fighting and skateboarding. It seemed after a few days of balance issues, blurry vision or headaches, I had no lingering problems and follow-up medical care was nonexistent at the time. It would be easier to recount the couple dozen times I was knocked unconscious, including one that kept me in the hospital for a week. I was so harebrained by high school, I attempted my fourth day of ninth grade black out drunk. The next day I was allowed back on campus I got busted with a joint. At 14, I ran away from home and made it 800 miles before being picked up by cops while breaking into cars for spare change. I was headed for Colorado to build a cabin. Wtf did I know about any of that? And I nearly made it. I quit school, 8th grade was my last year of formal education. Would wonder around the city drinking or smoking anything I could get a hold of. I’d go skateboarding atop some of the tallest buildings in Atlanta or scoot around the woods on an ATV while blindly firing my buddy’s .44 into the air. I shouldn’t have lived through it all, I have dear friends that didn’t. But at 15 I had an epiphany (thanks to LSD), packed a box and moved 400 miles away from everything and everyone. I was somehow able to hit the reset button and leave that volatile part of my life behind and spend the next several years recovering from the constant brain trauma.
Fast forward a few decades and what I’m left with is an inability to manage my life beyond today, I’ve been stuck in flight or fight mode ever since and I’m exhausted with looking over my shoulder. I’m feeling the effects of early onset dementia as I type this and I’m actually scared for the first time in my life. My days have moved beyond forgetting where I put my keys to nearly burning the house down when I run to the store forgetting that I was in the middle of cooking. I haven’t driven a vehicle in years because I’m scared I’ll hurt someone in a fit of road rage or forget why I left home in the first place. The few hours of sleep I may get is the only way to escape the screaming in between my ears and it makes rolling out of bed all the more difficult. I’ve lived in 27 different homes yet never owned my own. It’s been a rarity to hold a job or relationship more than a couple of years and have no savings for retirement. I’ve all but given up friendships and not had a meaningful conversation with my kids in years and I can’t blame them at all. I think about them all day and it hurts beyond words knowing that I’m the asshole and they’re better off without me around much. Have a talk with the person sitting next to you when your only available emotion is anger and see how many more conversations they willingly have with you. Imagine that being your dad. It’s as if there’s a switch that’s never been flipped and I’m incapable of appropriately expressing emotions in the moment. I really don’t mean to be the prick, I simply can’t help it. But I’ll never let you see the side of me cowering in the bathroom bawling my eyes out once I have time to reflect.
I’m 48 years young now and launching a new mission in life, to help educate those on how it takes a community to provide a safe environment for our children. Not one person has all the right answers and alone we fail. Whether it be coaches, school administrators, parents or the medical field, the system failed me. I would never advocate to end youth football, but why does it need to be combative? Too many have tragically lost their voices without even knowing football damaged their brains. The year I fell in love with the game was the year I played low-contact flag football, it becomes something else entirely when you start hitting each other.
It’s time to ban youth tackle football. Is it radical, yes. So were seatbelts and smoking bans.
Converting youth football to a flag system is the only remaining viable solution to making football safer for our kids. CA and NY have recently submitted proposals, it’s time lawmakers in other states step forward. The NFL’s most recent Pro Bowl gave flag rules a shot, the fans and players enjoyed it so much it’s here to stay. If the NFL gets its proposal to the 2028 Olympic Games approved, it will be no-contact flag football rules as well. If future iterations of the game are evolving to keep adult players safe, when will youth sports follow? Why aren’t kids more protected and supported when less than 1% of them will go on to play in the NFL?
Stay strong and Stop Hitting Kids in the Head; https://concussionfoundation.org/stop-hitting-kids-in-the-head
FYI; I have a difficult time living in the moment so give me a few days and I’ll do my best to circle back around to this post. Know that I appreciate all of you at cte for coming along on this journey of discovery with me. I am not the best at providing emotional support either but know that I look forward to getting us to a place where we can all be there more for each other. I’m thinking of you when I post and I will continue sharing my research along the way, please share yours and know that you are safe here.
Additional links;
Age of first exposure to tackle football and years played associated with less white matter in brain; https://medicalxpress.com/news/2023-03-age-exposure-tackle-football-years.html
Three or more concussions add up to long-term cognitive problems; https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2023/jan/31/three-or-more-concussions-add-up-to-long-term-cognitive-problems-study-suggests
CTE Center Director Ann McKee says the NFL ignores the risks of repetitive blows to the head and that it’s “foolish” to think the league will police itself; https://www.bu.edu/articles/2023/bu-finds-cte-in-nearly-92-percent-of-former-nfl-players-studied/
How Psychedelic Therapy Can Help Treat Brain Injury; https://www.psychedelicpassage.com/how-psychedelic-therapy-can-help-treat-brain-injury/
Before You Let Your Kids Play Football, Read This; https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/play-in-mind/202301/before-you-let-your-kids-play-football-read-this
2023.04.01 06:37 TrackReasonable7982 Struggling with inconsistency in a relationship (21M & 25F)
First thing’s first, I am not asking for advice on mental health issues (per the rules), but I do feel that they play a role in the situation as I will explain. If you feel it violates, feel free to remove.
I (21M) have been talking to this woman (25F) for roughly a month and a half.
I noticed very early on that she is incredibly inconsistent. She could text me over 100 times one day, and 4 or 5 the next. It follows absolutely no pattern, nothing evidently to do with her work schedule or anything. I’ve confronted her about it on a couple occasions, after she would ignore me for upwards of 12 or 24 hours. She would respond almost immediately, acknowledging that she knows she’s being rude but that she doesn’t know why. She says that she knows it’s not fun to be on the receiving end, and she’ll try harder. But give it a few days or a week, and the problem will return.
Now why haven’t I called it quits? It should be easy to acknowledge that this isn’t working out. Well here’s a few reasons.
One, when she is talking to me, she makes it abundantly clear that she is into me and cares about me. She tells me all the time how sweet I am, how much she likes me, how excited she is to do things with me. She sends me pictures of herself when she’s feeling cute, she’s exempted me from her iPhone’s “sleep mode,” meaning that my notifications aren’t silenced when her phone goes into Do Not Disturb for the night. She shows she cares in the little ways, when she’s showing it at all.
Two, we have a lot in common. We’ve made jokes before about being the same person from an alternate universe. We connect in so many ways, we’ve bonded over a lot of the same things. We like the same food, the same tv shows, video games, hobbies, you name it. We work in the same industry, we have the same humor, it’s all been nothing but good chemistry.
And three, I honestly don’t think she means to do it. She has told me that she struggles with bipolar depression, and from what I know about it, the issue sort of fits the description. She appears to get into modes where she just wants to isolate herself, she’s overwhelmed and overstimulated easily and she doesn’t want to talk to anyone. And then if you give it some time, she does what I’ve heard referred to as “love bombing.” Where she showers me in affection, gives me almost constant attention for a whole day or more.
Hence my internal conflict. I like what we have, I care about her a lot, and I am trying my best to be aware and understanding of the fact that she might just not feel like talking to anyone. I’m trying to be aware that it’s probably not just me that she’s ignoring. At the same time, it makes it extremely difficult to facilitate any sort of relationship. It’s almost impossible to make plans or have meaningful conversations when she occasionally just drops off the face of the earth mid convo, for half a day or more. On more than one occasion, I’ve just about accepted the idea that it’s over and she’s ghosting me before I hear from her again. It’s like a merry go round and I never know what today is gonna bring, if I’m gonna actually hold a conversation with her, or if she’s not gonna talk to me till 8pm.
I struggle with a decent amount of trust issues, so I frequently get the notion that she just doesn’t want to be with me, no matter how many times she reassures me, because of the inconsistency. I’m really wracking my brain here, I’m hoping that once she gets done with college here in a month and a half and a little bit of stress is taken off her plate, things will get better. But even so, that means I’m only half way through this purgatory.
Any advice? Anyone been through something like this? Could it be worth sticking it out? Or should I quit while I’m semi-ahead?
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I (21M) have been talking to this woman (25F) for roughly a month and a half.
I noticed very early on that she is incredibly inconsistent. She could text me over 100 times one day, and 4 or 5 the next. It follows absolutely no pattern, nothing evidently to do with her work schedule or anything. I’ve confronted her about it on a couple occasions, after she would ignore me for upwards of 12 or 24 hours. She would respond almost immediately, acknowledging that she knows she’s being rude but that she doesn’t know why. She says that she knows it’s not fun to be on the receiving end, and she’ll try harder. But give it a few days or a week, and the problem will return.
Now why haven’t I called it quits? It should be easy to acknowledge that this isn’t working out. Well here’s a few reasons.
One, when she is talking to me, she makes it abundantly clear that she is into me and cares about me. She tells me all the time how sweet I am, how much she likes me, how excited she is to do things with me. She sends me pictures of herself when she’s feeling cute, she’s exempted me from her iPhone’s “sleep mode,” meaning that my notifications aren’t silenced when her phone goes into Do Not Disturb for the night. She shows she cares in the little ways, when she’s showing it at all.
Two, we have a lot in common. We’ve made jokes before about being the same person from an alternate universe. We connect in so many ways, we’ve bonded over a lot of the same things. We like the same food, the same tv shows, video games, hobbies, you name it. We work in the same industry, we have the same humor, it’s all been nothing but good chemistry.
And three, I honestly don’t think she means to do it. She has told me that she struggles with bipolar depression, and from what I know about it, the issue sort of fits the description. She appears to get into modes where she just wants to isolate herself, she’s overwhelmed and overstimulated easily and she doesn’t want to talk to anyone. And then if you give it some time, she does what I’ve heard referred to as “love bombing.” Where she showers me in affection, gives me almost constant attention for a whole day or more.
Hence my internal conflict. I like what we have, I care about her a lot, and I am trying my best to be aware and understanding of the fact that she might just not feel like talking to anyone. I’m trying to be aware that it’s probably not just me that she’s ignoring. At the same time, it makes it extremely difficult to facilitate any sort of relationship. It’s almost impossible to make plans or have meaningful conversations when she occasionally just drops off the face of the earth mid convo, for half a day or more. On more than one occasion, I’ve just about accepted the idea that it’s over and she’s ghosting me before I hear from her again. It’s like a merry go round and I never know what today is gonna bring, if I’m gonna actually hold a conversation with her, or if she’s not gonna talk to me till 8pm.
I struggle with a decent amount of trust issues, so I frequently get the notion that she just doesn’t want to be with me, no matter how many times she reassures me, because of the inconsistency. I’m really wracking my brain here, I’m hoping that once she gets done with college here in a month and a half and a little bit of stress is taken off her plate, things will get better. But even so, that means I’m only half way through this purgatory.
Any advice? Anyone been through something like this? Could it be worth sticking it out? Or should I quit while I’m semi-ahead?
2023.04.01 06:26 JoyBoy24 Damn Fresh and Fit really asked if Pixie and Destiny are dating lol, kinda weird lol:
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2023.04.01 06:25 FiauraTanks Diplomatic Intelligence Report Upon the Human Military
I promised to start posting my novel this week but instead, I figured after the encouragement from the Nature of Predators Subreddit, I would post one other thing I've written.
This is already written simply published in smaller digestible bites for readers.
Please let me know what you think, it would be appreciated.
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I, V’lkaar, the Minister of War for the proud Avian species, The Lechinu, the largest and most powerful star empire in the galaxy, have a difficult task. One that I must explain to our diplomat in terms she will understand, based upon our intelligence reports of the United Human Confederation.
Allow me to begin by recalling the events that led to this moment. Our diplomat, Vul’mirria, came into my chambers in a rage. You must understand that when a hierarch of our species is in a rage, they destroy their environment with their very sharp talons. In this case, two vases and an antique desk that was a gift from the UHC Admiral Hirohito of the United Human Confederation. A show of respect given to me when she was but a captain.
She demanded my intelligence reports on the UHC and the earthlings’ military resources. When asked why, Vul’mirria grabbed me by my throat with those talons and nearly lifted me from my chair. Our species having hollow bones, this means that we are still rather light to move or lift. The fire in her eyes told me she intended war and wanted to know how feasible war was for us.
I eventually slapped her talon away and simply told her, “I would advise against war with the humans.”
She punched me. Not in the way that say, a human with their blunt fists would, but in the way that a bird of prey would prefer, what humans call a falcon punch, just without the killing velocity to it. You see, in Lechinu culture, this is a direct challenge to our honor, pride, or right to exist. One does not challenge an avian race to prove its pride.
I reluctantly agree to make this report, but I wish to begin this report by saying the grave insult and expected apology of our diplomat, Vul’mirria of the House of Clouds, before the end of the day, lest she find herself given the same challenge.
Note for my report briefing for any would be diplomat reading this.
I, Admiral of the Fleet, V’lkaar, need you to understand that the human military is not organized nor composed like ours. We have The Fleet, which means our entire military. I will start by saying, yes, we are more technologically advanced than humans in every way from plasma weapons, to shields, to metallic alloys, to the speed of our engines. But I will not fight the humans.
I am no beta male coward, I would not have arrived in this position if I was not willing to kill without hesitation. If my military arm and guile ever faltered, I imagine no end of my successors would seize the opportunity to remove me politically or physically, depending on if my skill in battle failed me or my skill in the war room among our politicians faltered for a moment.
We did not become the greatest, largest empire in the galaxy without extensive military strength and strong leaders. That being said, if we go to war with the humans, I begin this report by saying, I will resign in protest. Not only because many in the human admiralty are my friends and therefore my judgment will be compromised, but because I will not order the slaughter of our own warriors and quagmire that will be such a war on our friends, family, soldiers, and colleagues. Simply put, I will not issue orders I know will result in the deaths of millions upon millions of Lechinu for no gain.
Allow me to begin by stating this: unlike our Fleet, which comprises our space, ground, and defensive forces, the human military is composed of five separate divisions. Please understand none of what I’m about to say is exaggeration, nor is it unverified without extensive intelligence and cooperative exercises conducted in cooperation with the galactic council. I am merely providing the required commentary to put the numbers and citations into perspective. As with any military report, it is required to give context to the politicians so they can understand what exactly they are reading.
I will now explain the introduction and then give an extensive discussion of each of the military divisions of the Human military. Please note, I will be discussing this in the order in which our intel reports judge each division as most sane to complete madness.
The first of the human military divisions are The Army–yes, they still keep a dedicated ground fighting unit whose sole purpose is actions on planetary bodies. Yes, they possess and use mechanized suits, power armor, tanks, and infantry. I assure you, they are not something I wish to see our birds fight.
Second is the Blue Water Navy. As outdated as the concept may seem to us, on every single world with liquid water bodies of any sort; water, methane, nitrogen-oxide, or even sulfuric acid, the humans have deployed blue water vessels to surprisingly great effect. We will go over this and its abilities. Despite the fact that no human has the biology to dive deeper than 50 human meters before encountering difficulties.
Third, the Human Air Force. Yes, you heard me correctly, humans maintain an extensive ground based air-to-space and conventional in atmosphere aircraft force whose job is to protect the skies and maintain total terrestrial orbital air-space control. As well as launching fighter and bomber craft from planetary bodies without vessels present, some of their aircraft even have space-fold drives for limited hyperspace jumps. This I will explain further momentarily.
Fourth, the Black Water Navy, referred to as the UHN–United Human Navies–is in fact a collection of thousands of different ship philosophies built by individual shipyards and colonies with one core aspect across all ship types: railguns, which I will explain why this is a threat that our diplomat has lightly discounted; and the trademark “Honeycomb” hull design of human ships, which some vessels have overcome 90% structural integrity damage and continued to fight because of it. We will discuss this momentarily.
Lastly, and by far the most insane of the human military divisions, The Marines. They are an animal all their own. Yes, the human military has a separate division away from their navies for counter-boarding, boarding actions, planetary landfall operations, and amphibious assaults within terrestrial grounds still in service.
Let us begin with the Human Army, referred to as UHFA, United Human Frontline Army.
The Human army is composed of thousands of variants of units. They are the least uniform military in the entire galaxy, and you would believe that would be their weakness. Any cursory glance at them would determine they are in fact a divided rabble of different levels of training that could easily be swept aside, but let me assure you, that is the most incorrect determination. Their variety and unique unit formations are their greatest strength.
Let me highlight some of these units for you, the four most troubling and most enduring of their army. First is the Scottish and their Royal Black Watch in particular. The Royal Black Watch in this year of 2503 can trace their history back to the pre-literature production of the humans, literally a unit that has evolved and changed over the over 1500 years of its existence.
The Royal Black Watch on the surface looks like a parade unit. Defenders of the human diplomats, they act as their escorts both figuratively and ceremonially for diplomats, politicians, and high ranking members of human societal government. Let me assure you that the nearly two demi-macro blades that they carry upon their backs are not for show. They make wicked use of them.
Every single one of these blades can be swung as nearly 18 kilometers per hour and redirected upon a miss with a precision we would have only found possible with the purification machines encountered in the Maldeese Nebula. Yet these humans wield them as easily as you or I would wield a knife or dagger.
Further, every single one of their number isn’t just power armor certified, but has passed the human’s gunslinger program. The human gunslinger program requires super-sentient reflexes for most species to pass and has a wash-out rate of 98%. This means that members of this Black Watch Unit must pass this program to even apply for consideration. Every single member of a unit is able to operate a human vehicle, usually a variety of space, air, mechanized, and naval, and at least two other species whom the humans may encounter vehicles of a similar purpose and type.
Some would argue the diplomats in the room are the best educated and highest trained, but those who have read the intelligence reports know that is a lie, it is these humans in their black armor and wearing the plaid patch of Highlanders that are the pinnacle of training, education, and preparation.
Let me tell you a story of the Black Watch, a legendary act of defiance in the early days of humanity’s joining of the Galactic Community and its Senate. In 2304, just two years after their acceptance, we were in the midst of the Hive Treyarch war. No one had managed to land upon one of the Hive’s planets alone. Orbital bombardment can only get so much done and anti-orbital weapons eventually win against ships. After all they have a whole planet to take hits, you have a ship hull.
It was determined a joint effort would be made. The human ships were not allowed to join, we felt they were too few to defend their own worlds and extended to launch an assault. However, seeing as dedicated ground troops were rare among species and the Terrans abundance of such ground troops, we decided to allow their army to send several units to support the ground actions.
What they sent looked brutish and primitive. Power armored troopers in heavy thick titanium plate. They mounted these exosuits with a variant of weapon systems. Our logistic technicians had a devil of a time supplying such vehicles. Considering the humans hurled physical objects from their primary weapons instead of energy pulses.
When we landed upon Arrat III. The Hive descended upon us with a ferocious might of billions. For seven days we fought for our beachhead, and then the admirals were given permission from the council to prove our resolve and bombard the site to dust so we could established a beach head even if it were irradiated. Now, the problem: we had nearly six million troops on-world and would need to evacuate.
The Black Watch stepped forward with 4 companies and informed us that they would be the last off the planet. They had been the first to step foot upon the world at their insistence, and they had suffered one casualty in their division, just one. I want to remind you by this point, we had entire army groups that were disbanded out of mercy. Their casualties so high that even combining multiple damaged units was deemed too psychologically devastating to continue to use the few survivors.
Those four companies made a perimeter around the starport and prepared as we fled and fell back. Other units joined them but were actively being withdrawn, so the battle lines were getting thinner as time wore on.
When their battle began, the legend of the Black Watch was proven. For six days, we were allowed to evacuate, even after every single other being but the hive and Black Watch were off the planet, they kept fighting. The Black Watch were cut off, and for two final days we tried to figure out how to evacuate them. Terrans being a relatively new race at the time, we did not wish to report that one of their elite units were utterly destroyed. The Black Watch held that line.
Even against the elite guards of the hive, towering monstrosities of arthropods. They possess exoskeletons that can stop some capital ship low caliber weapons. These massive creatures can break buildings with a single blow. The Black Watch held the line.
The Treyarch became scared of them, the telepathic transmissions we picked up from the planet were warnings against the ones in black armor. Imagine that, a species whose war tactic is the endless swarm of pincers, incisors, claws, and chitinous armor plating being terrified of barely four-hundred and eighty soldiers. The Black Watch held the line.
The Black Watch told us to nuke the planet with them on it. With great reluctance we did. We bombarded the world until it was a tomb. Nothing should have survived. We lost nearly two hundred vessels performing the bombardment but we hardened ourselves.
Every single micron of the soil was blown apart and the planet was surrounded by an ash cloud. The radiation alone would have killed entire galactic civilizations across one thousand colonies.
But humans are from a death world. As the fleet made transit to leave the system and the devouring hive was mourning the destruction of the world, we received a transmission from Arrat III. Garbled and hard to understand, we sent a scout ship back. The scout ship returned with three and a half companies, all but twenty beings of the four hundred and eighty we left there survived. The Royal Black Watch we had thought dead upon that world.
As the commander stepped from the decontamination unit. I asked how they survived, the unit commander whom we did not realize was female to this point; removed her helmet. Yes, the human military has fully integrated its females into the military. Imagine that Ambassador, their females are just as capable of frontline warfare as our males! But her reply was only five words, “Nukes are merely an inconvenience.”
End Section #1 The Army, Part 1
Sincerely,
Admiral of The Fleet
V’lkarr
Admiral of the Fleet from Circa 2223-2504
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I, V’lkaar, the Minister of War for the proud Avian species, The Lechinu, the largest and most powerful star empire in the galaxy, have a difficult task. One that I must explain to our diplomat in terms she will understand, based upon our intelligence reports of the United Human Confederation.
Allow me to begin by recalling the events that led to this moment. Our diplomat, Vul’mirria, came into my chambers in a rage. You must understand that when a hierarch of our species is in a rage, they destroy their environment with their very sharp talons. In this case, two vases and an antique desk that was a gift from the UHC Admiral Hirohito of the United Human Confederation. A show of respect given to me when she was but a captain.
She demanded my intelligence reports on the UHC and the earthlings’ military resources. When asked why, Vul’mirria grabbed me by my throat with those talons and nearly lifted me from my chair. Our species having hollow bones, this means that we are still rather light to move or lift. The fire in her eyes told me she intended war and wanted to know how feasible war was for us.
I eventually slapped her talon away and simply told her, “I would advise against war with the humans.”
She punched me. Not in the way that say, a human with their blunt fists would, but in the way that a bird of prey would prefer, what humans call a falcon punch, just without the killing velocity to it. You see, in Lechinu culture, this is a direct challenge to our honor, pride, or right to exist. One does not challenge an avian race to prove its pride.
I reluctantly agree to make this report, but I wish to begin this report by saying the grave insult and expected apology of our diplomat, Vul’mirria of the House of Clouds, before the end of the day, lest she find herself given the same challenge.
Note for my report briefing for any would be diplomat reading this.
I, Admiral of the Fleet, V’lkaar, need you to understand that the human military is not organized nor composed like ours. We have The Fleet, which means our entire military. I will start by saying, yes, we are more technologically advanced than humans in every way from plasma weapons, to shields, to metallic alloys, to the speed of our engines. But I will not fight the humans.
I am no beta male coward, I would not have arrived in this position if I was not willing to kill without hesitation. If my military arm and guile ever faltered, I imagine no end of my successors would seize the opportunity to remove me politically or physically, depending on if my skill in battle failed me or my skill in the war room among our politicians faltered for a moment.
We did not become the greatest, largest empire in the galaxy without extensive military strength and strong leaders. That being said, if we go to war with the humans, I begin this report by saying, I will resign in protest. Not only because many in the human admiralty are my friends and therefore my judgment will be compromised, but because I will not order the slaughter of our own warriors and quagmire that will be such a war on our friends, family, soldiers, and colleagues. Simply put, I will not issue orders I know will result in the deaths of millions upon millions of Lechinu for no gain.
Allow me to begin by stating this: unlike our Fleet, which comprises our space, ground, and defensive forces, the human military is composed of five separate divisions. Please understand none of what I’m about to say is exaggeration, nor is it unverified without extensive intelligence and cooperative exercises conducted in cooperation with the galactic council. I am merely providing the required commentary to put the numbers and citations into perspective. As with any military report, it is required to give context to the politicians so they can understand what exactly they are reading.
I will now explain the introduction and then give an extensive discussion of each of the military divisions of the Human military. Please note, I will be discussing this in the order in which our intel reports judge each division as most sane to complete madness.
The first of the human military divisions are The Army–yes, they still keep a dedicated ground fighting unit whose sole purpose is actions on planetary bodies. Yes, they possess and use mechanized suits, power armor, tanks, and infantry. I assure you, they are not something I wish to see our birds fight.
Second is the Blue Water Navy. As outdated as the concept may seem to us, on every single world with liquid water bodies of any sort; water, methane, nitrogen-oxide, or even sulfuric acid, the humans have deployed blue water vessels to surprisingly great effect. We will go over this and its abilities. Despite the fact that no human has the biology to dive deeper than 50 human meters before encountering difficulties.
Third, the Human Air Force. Yes, you heard me correctly, humans maintain an extensive ground based air-to-space and conventional in atmosphere aircraft force whose job is to protect the skies and maintain total terrestrial orbital air-space control. As well as launching fighter and bomber craft from planetary bodies without vessels present, some of their aircraft even have space-fold drives for limited hyperspace jumps. This I will explain further momentarily.
Fourth, the Black Water Navy, referred to as the UHN–United Human Navies–is in fact a collection of thousands of different ship philosophies built by individual shipyards and colonies with one core aspect across all ship types: railguns, which I will explain why this is a threat that our diplomat has lightly discounted; and the trademark “Honeycomb” hull design of human ships, which some vessels have overcome 90% structural integrity damage and continued to fight because of it. We will discuss this momentarily.
Lastly, and by far the most insane of the human military divisions, The Marines. They are an animal all their own. Yes, the human military has a separate division away from their navies for counter-boarding, boarding actions, planetary landfall operations, and amphibious assaults within terrestrial grounds still in service.
Let us begin with the Human Army, referred to as UHFA, United Human Frontline Army.
Official Report Upon the Human Military for Diplomatic Intelligence Action
Section 1, The Army, Part 1The Human army is composed of thousands of variants of units. They are the least uniform military in the entire galaxy, and you would believe that would be their weakness. Any cursory glance at them would determine they are in fact a divided rabble of different levels of training that could easily be swept aside, but let me assure you, that is the most incorrect determination. Their variety and unique unit formations are their greatest strength.
Let me highlight some of these units for you, the four most troubling and most enduring of their army. First is the Scottish and their Royal Black Watch in particular. The Royal Black Watch in this year of 2503 can trace their history back to the pre-literature production of the humans, literally a unit that has evolved and changed over the over 1500 years of its existence.
The Royal Black Watch on the surface looks like a parade unit. Defenders of the human diplomats, they act as their escorts both figuratively and ceremonially for diplomats, politicians, and high ranking members of human societal government. Let me assure you that the nearly two demi-macro blades that they carry upon their backs are not for show. They make wicked use of them.
Every single one of these blades can be swung as nearly 18 kilometers per hour and redirected upon a miss with a precision we would have only found possible with the purification machines encountered in the Maldeese Nebula. Yet these humans wield them as easily as you or I would wield a knife or dagger.
Further, every single one of their number isn’t just power armor certified, but has passed the human’s gunslinger program. The human gunslinger program requires super-sentient reflexes for most species to pass and has a wash-out rate of 98%. This means that members of this Black Watch Unit must pass this program to even apply for consideration. Every single member of a unit is able to operate a human vehicle, usually a variety of space, air, mechanized, and naval, and at least two other species whom the humans may encounter vehicles of a similar purpose and type.
Some would argue the diplomats in the room are the best educated and highest trained, but those who have read the intelligence reports know that is a lie, it is these humans in their black armor and wearing the plaid patch of Highlanders that are the pinnacle of training, education, and preparation.
Let me tell you a story of the Black Watch, a legendary act of defiance in the early days of humanity’s joining of the Galactic Community and its Senate. In 2304, just two years after their acceptance, we were in the midst of the Hive Treyarch war. No one had managed to land upon one of the Hive’s planets alone. Orbital bombardment can only get so much done and anti-orbital weapons eventually win against ships. After all they have a whole planet to take hits, you have a ship hull.
It was determined a joint effort would be made. The human ships were not allowed to join, we felt they were too few to defend their own worlds and extended to launch an assault. However, seeing as dedicated ground troops were rare among species and the Terrans abundance of such ground troops, we decided to allow their army to send several units to support the ground actions.
What they sent looked brutish and primitive. Power armored troopers in heavy thick titanium plate. They mounted these exosuits with a variant of weapon systems. Our logistic technicians had a devil of a time supplying such vehicles. Considering the humans hurled physical objects from their primary weapons instead of energy pulses.
When we landed upon Arrat III. The Hive descended upon us with a ferocious might of billions. For seven days we fought for our beachhead, and then the admirals were given permission from the council to prove our resolve and bombard the site to dust so we could established a beach head even if it were irradiated. Now, the problem: we had nearly six million troops on-world and would need to evacuate.
The Black Watch stepped forward with 4 companies and informed us that they would be the last off the planet. They had been the first to step foot upon the world at their insistence, and they had suffered one casualty in their division, just one. I want to remind you by this point, we had entire army groups that were disbanded out of mercy. Their casualties so high that even combining multiple damaged units was deemed too psychologically devastating to continue to use the few survivors.
Those four companies made a perimeter around the starport and prepared as we fled and fell back. Other units joined them but were actively being withdrawn, so the battle lines were getting thinner as time wore on.
When their battle began, the legend of the Black Watch was proven. For six days, we were allowed to evacuate, even after every single other being but the hive and Black Watch were off the planet, they kept fighting. The Black Watch were cut off, and for two final days we tried to figure out how to evacuate them. Terrans being a relatively new race at the time, we did not wish to report that one of their elite units were utterly destroyed. The Black Watch held that line.
Even against the elite guards of the hive, towering monstrosities of arthropods. They possess exoskeletons that can stop some capital ship low caliber weapons. These massive creatures can break buildings with a single blow. The Black Watch held the line.
The Treyarch became scared of them, the telepathic transmissions we picked up from the planet were warnings against the ones in black armor. Imagine that, a species whose war tactic is the endless swarm of pincers, incisors, claws, and chitinous armor plating being terrified of barely four-hundred and eighty soldiers. The Black Watch held the line.
The Black Watch told us to nuke the planet with them on it. With great reluctance we did. We bombarded the world until it was a tomb. Nothing should have survived. We lost nearly two hundred vessels performing the bombardment but we hardened ourselves.
Every single micron of the soil was blown apart and the planet was surrounded by an ash cloud. The radiation alone would have killed entire galactic civilizations across one thousand colonies.
But humans are from a death world. As the fleet made transit to leave the system and the devouring hive was mourning the destruction of the world, we received a transmission from Arrat III. Garbled and hard to understand, we sent a scout ship back. The scout ship returned with three and a half companies, all but twenty beings of the four hundred and eighty we left there survived. The Royal Black Watch we had thought dead upon that world.
As the commander stepped from the decontamination unit. I asked how they survived, the unit commander whom we did not realize was female to this point; removed her helmet. Yes, the human military has fully integrated its females into the military. Imagine that Ambassador, their females are just as capable of frontline warfare as our males! But her reply was only five words, “Nukes are merely an inconvenience.”
End Section #1 The Army, Part 1
Sincerely,
Admiral of The Fleet
V’lkarr
Admiral of the Fleet from Circa 2223-2504
2023.04.01 06:19 SBot-Studios How should Mt. Tantiss be used in Season 3?
I expected it to be destroyed or something to happen to it in The Season 2 finale, but since they are keeping it around, how should it be used? How much should we see? In The Heir to The Empire legends trilogy, Thrawn and Joruus use Tantiss to create a clone army. There are also locals on the planet who fight in a battle there in legends. In legends, Luke and Mara and other also spend along time for a while meeting the loc. Here are the possible ways I see it being used: 1. They could save it for the Mandalorian and later down the line. Just set it up here, don’t have the base destroyed or and have any discovery end indecisively (or have the Bad Batch die and their mission be unsuccessful.) 2. Have The Bad Batch spend 1 or 2 episodes there and fight there and blow it up, early on in the Season. 3. Have the Bad Batch spend a long time there exploring the planet, leading to a big climatic battle. (Like in Last command, or Lothal’s exploration in Rebels Season 4. I found the season’s ending to be kind of similar to Zero Hou The Rebels Season 3 finale. [It built to an unsuccessful mission in that season to only maybe be successful the season afterwards]) 4. Other options (comment below)
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2023.04.01 06:18 Emotional_Map_3567 I fucking hate the older generation.
If you are an older person and you do not fit this description, this post is not for you and I mean no ill intent toward you. That being said, fuck the older generation. Gen x specifically. Every gen x I have ever met is a know-it-all, self absorbed piece of shit that literally only cares about themselves. I’m 23, completely independent, I go to work every day and work my ass off to provide for my wife and child and still get treated like shit literally just for my age. And it’s always gen x. They think their age makes them superior and that they can do no wrong whatsoever. They refuse to accept responsibility for their own shitty character and failed attempts at life and parenting and instead blame it all on “those damn kids.” Every other fucking day I have to hear “your damn generation” this, “your damn generation” that. And if you are one of those people then fuck you. You’re mad at my generation for having the balls to stand up and call you out on your bullshit and for leaving us an absolutely fucking ruined planet, economy and political system. We are left to pick up the pieces of the mess you created. My own fucking parents still view me as a child even though I have been out of their house and providing 100% for myself since I was 19. I slept in my fucking car until I made enough money to afford my own place. I have struggled and worked my ass off to be where I am today and still I get absolutely zero respect from anyone older than me simply for being in my early 20s. And they’re so fucking selfish. I’m in an area that’s been effected by the recent tornado outbreak. The house I spent my childhood in is gone. I’ve been helping my family clean out what’s left of the house, and we asked my mother-in-law to watch the baby for a day while we go to help and this bitch really said “oh god are you serious? I’ve got stuff to do!” What kind of self-absorbed, horrible person says some shit like that? What does she have to do, you wonder? She has to paint her fucking front door. That’s it. That’s her massive list of shit to do tomorrow. Christ, man, that is ridiculous and I’m so tired of taking this shit.
Thanks for coming to my fucking Ted talk.
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Thanks for coming to my fucking Ted talk.
2023.04.01 06:10 Mitryadel 180 applications since September?
 | This is a local coffee joint near me. They’re hiring a single barista and have been trying to do so for the last 6 months. They’ve supposedly fielded almost 200 applications and continue to advertise that they’re still looking for someone to fill the spot. Major red flag if you ask me. Also, they make the worst mocha I’ve ever had in my life lmao submitted by Mitryadel to antiwork [link] [comments] |
2023.04.01 06:07 thotpatrolofficerr Best Advice a Senior Could Give (based on mistakes and regrets)
(not ranked; each piece of advice is just as important)
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- Get your class requirements done NOW so you can do the fun classes later. I did two elections back in freshman year and now I have to do Spanish class as a senior with a bunch of freshmen, and sophomores. Not fun. Most of my friends are now in "advanced Photography" where you can basically just chill and have time to do other classes' homework. Check your school's or district's requirements to graduate and get those required classes done ASAP.
- DO NOT disregard your freshman year as it is your most IMPORTANT year. A lot of people say junior or senior year is your most important year. That's bullshit. Freshman year is. It's when you're in your most immature and neglectful self. If your freshman self is not careful, it WILL fuck up your GPA, unless you have straight A's the rest of your high school years. Please, just do your homework, stay off your phone, and talk to your teacher. That's all you have to do.
- Make friends NOW. It really isn't hard. I'm sure you have enough classes to make enough friends. Find a group. Trust me. It may even help your GPA.
- Be a FRIEND to your teacher. Either be a friend or don't be an enemy. Being an enemy of your teacher is not worth it. If you don't like them, keep your status as a normal student to them. Otherwise, be their friend as it will help your grade. Listen to them and respect their rules. They deal with shitheads every day, make their day easier.
- Do ALL of your homework. No missing assignments. If there are, do the missing assignments first, or make it one of your first priorities. This is so important as doing literally all of your homework (with effort) will guarantee you a passing grade. If you struggle, talk to your teacher ASAP.
- Choose the classes that INTEREST you. In earlier years of high school, I understand you will have limited options but if there are more options, research the class and choose whichever most interests you. If I had a choice between biology and chemistry, I'd personally choose chemistry because I like Breaking Bad lol. Finding something you're already interested in and finding a subject that's related to it is a good way to choose your class. PLEASE CHECK if it fills your graduation requirements. Do not take a class that you will waste your time in. Also, don't mistake this advice for electives like taking a "piano" class in your freshman year. If your school does require some sort of "Fine Arts" elective, save it for your senior year. Take the boring classes now.
- Cheat if you HAVE to but don't do it in certain circumstances. This piece of advice may get hate but let's be honest, most kids today have access to technology and Google, so don't say "I've barely cheated" or "how are you gonna tell kids to cheat?". There are certain situations where cheating is valid and it isn't. IMPORTANT: Exams or tests where you can't cheat (lockdown browser or you're sitting in front of the class), then don't cheat on your homework because you NEED to learn about it. Tests when you can cheat (google forms, carefree teacher), go ahead and cheat on your homework if you absolutely DON'T have time for homework (examples: sports practice, doctor's appointment, etc.) Again, I'm not exactly suggesting cheating but only do so when you need to. Don't waste your time doing work that can easily be done in a matter of minutes.
- DO NOT be afraid/embarrassed to get help. My high ego cost me some of my GPA. Message your teacher, talk to your parents, or maybe even post to Reddit. Get a tutor if you need to. Having constant stress or a consistent F at the beginning of the semester are both big signs you need help.
- Staying on your phone on TikTok/YouTube/Instagram for more than 30 minutes at home/school is a TOTAL time-waster. This can also lead to procrastination. Your time is better spent getting homework done, studying, or practicing hobbies/sports. I like to use my YouTube time when eating dinner. I sound like a parent but it's true. Your phone time is better spent worry-free from homework.
- Getting on social media/video games first thing in the morning is the absolute WORST thing you could do to yourself. Please don't do it.
- If your school has community service required, knock them out ASAP. Get them all done your freshman year or sophomore year or whatever just get them done NOW. Get your friends to do some with you or whatever it takes to motivate you to get them done. You most likely won't have time to do them in your junior or senior year as more difficult classes, sports, and your job will take up your time.
- If you have the opportunity or the specific community service interests you, do as many hours as possible for a possible Volunteer award. Which helps your transcript/resume.
- CHOOSE a sport by gut and practice it ALOT. Do not search for "best sports" or "most attractive sports". Choose one that most interests you by watching the sport's icons (Messi, Michael Jordan, Serena Williams, etc.) or just by playing it. Maybe your favorite video game is related to it. Sure, no one is gonna care that you won the MVP award back in high school but you're going to be glad that you had memories there. It'll also help your transcript/resume. Joining a team is an opportunity to make friends as well.
- You CAN do sports and have a job at the same time. Prioritize your schedule. Have an 8-hour or 6-hour shift only on Saturdays. Wait until the end of the season to extend your hours. It's possible.
- ALWAYS take the Honors version of the class. IMO, it is not worth it to take the regular version of a class as the Honors are just as difficult but a little more work. If you think the Honors class was easy and got you interested in the subject, take the AP version. If you weren't really interested in the subject, that's fine as you got more credit for basically the same work. Next year, do a different Honors subject.
- You don't HAVE to do AP classes. Please don't force yourself to do an AP class because your friends are doing it or you think it's a subject you're interested in or you have to raise your GPA. Do it because you did the Honors class (or the class that gets you prepared) beforehand or if you are REALLY interested in the subject or if it seems easier for you than the regular class. I took AP Lang because I was more interested in writing than reading, which was the regular 12th-grade English course.
- Begin to research colleges and your educational future at the end of your SOPHOMORE year. Meaning see which colleges interest you. What careers interest you. This is so you will know what future classes to take and as well as which requirements to fill. Niche has a checklist of the things you should do to prepare for college.
- Prepare and take the SAT in your junior AND senior year. This increases your chances of getting into better colleges. It doesn't matter what your goals are as it will significantly help your transcript/resume. Fit 'Khan Academy SAT Practice' into your schedule but don't make it stressful.
- APPLY to a lot of scholarships. As many as you can, and as early as you can. This is usually during the end of junior year or the beginning of senior year.
- APPLY for FAFSA asap. Find out when it's available for you during your juniosenior year. Free money. Don't waste it.
- Depending on your goals, get a part-time job ASAP. As soon as you turn 14-16, find a part-time job near you that most interests you and has minimum wage or above minimum wage. If you can't find a job around 3 months after your birthday, you, unfortunately, have to work at McDonald's or something similar. Although, this 'part-time job' advice may be void if you already have career goals that require professional athletic training or AP classes. Get money while you're young and have no taxes/bills to pay.
- It is said that education is more important than money at this age but this is more true for students that are on a higher level of education. The more they focus on education, the more likely they are to get into a college that has a high employment rate for high-salary jobs. If you're a student that has done mostly regular classes, get a job. But if your classes' difficulty takes almost all of your time all week, don't get a job.
- If you do get a job, save literally ALL of your money. Maybe put aside $50 each paycheck for clothing or fast food here and there but your future self is going to want to invest it, buy a car soon, or save for college/business.
- If you do get money, please stay FRUGAL. Join the subreddit. Do whatever it takes so you don't waste your money on stupid shit that you don't need or won't last you long. Eat at home as much as possible.
- Please get SLEEP. Most students don't. Be one of the few that does and get the benefit of better focus, mood, and productivity. This is so important, do NOT neglect your sleep for phone time or homework. This is why you should get your homework done earlier.
- Poor sleep has done so many bad things to me that you couldn't imagine. I can't stress this enough, make it a priority.
- Video games are WORTHLESS to invest your time in now. Please for the love of god do not have a "Rocket League 2-hour practice routine" or "Valorant Aim training practice" in your daily routine. It is a complete waste of time and is rather best put into homework, studying, sports, or useful hobbies. I'm not saying to completely stop playing video games, I'm saying to not make it a priority. Do play video games with your close friends as these may be your last few years with them. Again, this may be void if you somehow make money out of this, but that is rare.
- Whatever your current hobbies are (that aren't video games or TikTok), learn and practice them NOW. Guitar, cooking, painting, reading, learning a new language, skating, or whatever; make it one of your priorities aside from homework because trust me, you wish you would've started sooner.
- A girlfriend/boyfriend is NOT worth the time unless they don't show any red flags AT ALL. This means no signs of toxicity, treats you and your family like family, and you did not force yourself to like this person just because you wanted a partner. It all has to be natural, otherwise, do not get one now. Even if it is natural and you eventually break up, it's a valuable life lesson.
- If you like someone naturally, talk to them NOW. This is when friends come in. Get your most close friend or the friend that talks to girls and talk to them about what you should say. You really can't mess up (unless you say something aggressive like anti-Semitic or racist) because if they like you then they won't care if you're nervous or didn't say the "right thing". If you get rejected, you are only a stronger being now. Do NOT blame yourself for getting rejected. I met my first girlfriend with no 'rizz' and we bonded for a year.
- Yes, you will see ugly guys have pretty women in their contacts and you may think it's their rizz but it's just the girls' type. Your future girlfriend's type will be you and your type will be her.
- They rejected you or broke up with you? DO NOT CONTACT THEM FIRST EVER AGAIN. Not worth your time. The 'person who REJECTED you' advice may be void if they end up being good friends in which you could talk to friends of friends and maybe find another person to talk to. Again, who REJECTED, not BROKE UP. If you are still deeply in love with the person who rejected you, you can't be friends. Sorry.
- DON'T feel pressured to go to a party/function. Go if your friends are going or if you're extraverted. Almost all parties I've been to are just for getting high and drunk. If you choose that route, make it occasional, and don't make it a habit. Having vaping or juuling as a habit is NOT worth it, especially now while your lungs are healthy. If there's music, it's Mike Sherm, not Pitbull like you see in the movies.
- Having a conflict with another person now is CORNY. Who gives a fuck if they cheated on you or if they called you a bitch or they don't "fuck" with you. It's HIGH SCHOOL. Learn, make friends, and have fun. If you're already part of a conflict, it's not worth it. Be a "man" or "woman" and not give a fuck. You are not a bitch if they call you one for not standing up for yourself. You're a bitch by giving a fuck for something not worth your time.
- Obviously, fight back if they physically hurt you. Learn a 'bitch' move (poke the eye, hit in the balls, punch in the gut) and leave. Jiu-jitsu or wrestling is also fun to learn if you have the time.
- Start off with the BASICS and find your style. Basics mean plain shirts, regular-fit jeans, white sneakers, etc. Then find your style from there with celebrity inspirations or Pinterest albums. Wear what you like but please do not get caught wearing a skirt with fishnets, a shawl-collar cardigan, or a peacoat. People will tell you "dress however you want" but not here dude, not here. Wear appropriate things you'd wear to a sports game or the grocery store.
- If you have the chance to become fit, start NOW. Chubby? Lose weight. Skinny? Gain muscle. There are subreddits for these. If your parents cook at home most of the time, ask for more whole meals that suit your diet and HELP cook them. Start slow when you're changing your diet. Do not go from fast food to straight-up whole meals. You will most likely get de-motivated within a few days. Again, you wish would've started sooner. Start now if you have access to weights and a balanced diet. My school had a weights training class with barbells, so I started there and eventually changed my diet.
- PLEASE DO NOT LIFT WITHOUT A GOOD DIET. Fitness is 80% diet, 20% exercise. Please do not be that person that lifts, then goes to eat a 40-count nugget at McDonald's. Exercising without a good diet is a TOTAL waste of time.
- CLEAN your room. Messy room, messy mind. This is also in case you ever have someone unexpected over.
- (BONUS) Learn chess and become at least an intermediate player. Depending on your school, there may be a chess tournament that includes a prize. Most likely money. This is also a nice hobby to improve memory, problem-solving, reading skills, and concentration.