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Argh. Caregiving guilt is rearing its head again and making me even more anxious than usual. My partner and I are about to go on vacation in another country, and also to visit family. We take care of my elderly dad, who despite various things and periodic ER trips is actually pretty healthy. He’s also not the easiest person to spend much time around, and my partner and I are completely exhausted. And I’m terrified that my dad’s going to do something, intentionally or otherwise, at the last minute and we won’t be able to go, which I honestly think would break my partner. Or, we get there just fine, and then our extended family judges us for leaving him. We have a good friend who’s staying with him and has before and he and my dad do really well together. So he’s going to be well looked after. It’s just like, the more desperately we need this trip, the more anxious we get about it turning into a cluster. Are we terrible people for leaving an old man for a week??

Habang sale pa airlines at matitinong hostels! Any girlies here who would want to go to el nido on dates may 21-25? We can go to a different island before el nido on our first two days I know a place! I already have a subtle plan in mind since I go here a lot but I wanted to go with a new face this time :)
Requirements: * Female * Can pay for her share of expenses * Guaranteed can come and not ghost last minute (because this happened already) * Outgoing and chill
I don't mind if this will turn into a group travel the more the merrier!

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Good day fellow Bitcoin enthusiasts,
As we move further into 2023, it's becoming increasingly clear that Bitcoin is here to stay. With more and more institutional investors getting involved, and the growing acceptance of cryptocurrency in mainstream society, the future looks bright for Bitcoin.
So, what are some of the trends we should be keeping an eye on in the coming year? Here are a few predictions:
Increased Adoption: We're already seeing more businesses accepting Bitcoin as a form of payment, but this trend is set to continue in 2023. As more people become familiar with Bitcoin and its benefits, we can expect to see a surge in adoption rates.
Regulatory Changes: Governments around the world are still grappling with how to regulate cryptocurrencies. In 2023, we can expect to see more concrete regulations put in place, which will provide more clarity and stability for the Bitcoin market.
Bitcoin as a Safe Haven: With political and economic uncertainty on the rise, more people are turning to Bitcoin as a safe haven asset. As this trend continues, we can expect to see the value of Bitcoin increase.
Enhanced Security: With the increasing value of Bitcoin comes an increased need for security. In 2023, we can expect to see more advanced security measures put in place, which will help protect Bitcoin holders from hacking and other forms of theft.
Scalability Improvements: As more people use Bitcoin, the need for scalability becomes more pressing. In 2023, we can expect to see improvements in the scalability of the Bitcoin network, which will make it easier to use and more efficient.
These are just a few of the trends to watch in 2023. What do you think the future holds for Bitcoin? Let's discuss in the comments!

I’ve been writing for 6 years now! I just really want to look for a Longterm and Literate Partner as it seems to be basically impossible to find one. Someone who is nice! Where we can maybe build our own NSFW world using some of these story’s below! Please be patient as I do work and have a life!
The only things I ask for is that. 1. Please be nice 2. Please be respectful 3. Understand real life is a thing 4. Don’t be weird with me 5. Be descriptive and literate or semi lit. 6. Pls don’t ghost 7. I’m open to almost any idea! Just not the basic milf role please for the love of god
One thing I love is BLACKED <3
College Roommates Okay so with this one I think it would be fun to explore the romance and sex between two adorable roommates! But I also think this can be much bigger than just the two of them over time! As in we base the entire roleplay around this college of students with different stories and different sex lifes. Raging from dark, fucked up, to cute and romantic! Just our own long term lewd world of college students! Of course focusing on a main pair to start with.
Attention Whore Gets a Reality Check This would be around my character who is female! Maybe there’s a party going on and she goes in flashy clothes or ones that show her body off well. Knowing guys will look at her, however she is just a attention whore and soon it goes a very wrong way. She gets dragged to a bathroom or bedroom by multiple guys against her own will. And they use her like the whore she is pretending to be.
Town Whore This story would require you to play multiple characters. As the character I would be playing the town whore for the acts of sex that she can give if someone pays. She could be sitting at a bar and a random person gives her £200 for a fuck in the public bathroom. Basically selling her body for money to pleasure the people who use her. This story definitely has the potential to be Longterm! Scenes in many locations and each scene having a different mood to them.
Family Holiday We would both play multiple characters in this family Holliday! To a caravan? A private island? A cabin out in the woods? Whatever you want you name it! We can start slow with family members exploring, until suddenly it gets more and more intense with more family members getting involved in the sex!
Prisoned (Very Dark) My character would be prisoned for something she didn’t do. But the system is corrupt and has put her in the most rough prison on the planet. The guards don’t care what happens, and it also turns out she is the only female in the prison..for now. I think you can guess where this is heading.
Parents out of town (dark) This time the older siblings would be more harsh and rough with the younger one. Maybe even inviting there friends over to get a turn and play around with the younger sibling? Taking complete advantage of her.
Kidnapped This poor person is walking on her own in the middle of the night. Her mother told her to go to the shop at 11pm so that’s what she is doing, by the time she gets to the end of the street her life is taken away from her. She’s kidnapped by one or many people. She would never see her family again, she would now be brought up with this person or group. Told there ways, listening to them and doing as they say. Being there little play thing, there own little bitch who would hate it but be fucked into enjoying it.
Cave exploration(DARK) What my character does not realise is that the cave she is exploring is home to these savage untamed beasts. Creatures that are built like the hulk and standing at 15 foot tall with these throbbing cocks almost as long as her! They abuse her, hurt her, and take her for there own in the cold cave, but maybe over time it would be more than just her they use.
Kinks:(NOT ALL REQUIRED) Assjob, Handjob, Blowjob, Boobjob, overall assplay,cnc , rimming (both ways) ,monster, fantasy, lactation, torture , abuse, fantasy creatures, face sitting, face fucking, lots of cum excessive amounts of cum , cum play, Bondage (being tied up and things, with Wandas magic that goes very well) group sex, anal, face fucking, slapping, grabbing, forced, non con, huge dick(normal is still perfectly fine), filming, public, romantic, passionate, threesome, gangbang, being used like a toy or a doll, over stimulation, body writing, ball sucking
Limits I’m pretty much limitless apart from.
Animals, scat, gore, vore, and anything toilet related.
If you got this far, send me your favourite colour in your message so I know x
All characters are 18 plus

Issue:
I had to wipe my hard drives (both M.2) because I incorrectly configured RAID 0 on them using the Intel Optane Memory Management utility. The utility made the storage for one drive double what it should have been and I started losing memory segments from my OS, even after reset. I had to wipe my hard drives and start from scratch with installation media, but now I am running into issues with the BIOS not finding either hard drive.
Steps currently taken:
Wiped both hard drives (corrupted and incorrectly configured RAID 0 configuration)
Reformatted both hard drives (multiple times - both with Disk Management and with Diskpart)
Created Installation Media (3 times to be absolutely sure this wasn't the issue)
Checked Disk health using CrystalDiskInfo (the older hard drive was at 99% health)
Checked firmware version for each hard drive (firmware is new)
Checked data health for the hard drives (neither drive is corrupted anymore)
Both drives mount and are readable on other devices
Attempted to figure out how to switch the Boot method away from UEFI (even after hitting 'ctrl+s' on the keyboard, the UEFI boot mode is not targetable)
I turned off Intels Boot management setting after hitting 'ctrl+s' and rebooted - still does not show anything
Questions:
Can someone please outline a very correct and thorough procedure for reformatting a hard drive for the Windows 10 OS in a way that will make it show up in my boot list?
Does anyone know where to find a list of BIOS hidden commands generic to ACER or have a means of providing something like this?
Does anyone know how I can get the hard drives to show up in the boot list?
Does anyone know if the 2.5 slot would work since it was not configured with the RAID configuration?
Does anyone know if I NEED to turn the disk encryption back on on a given disk, given that the Acer default configuration includes encrypted security protocols?

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.

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.
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SUCK IT PHIL
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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.
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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! 😊

I have been out for 3 months. I wrote my original dissociation letter on 1/1/2023. I turned it in a couple of weeks later in person without anyone suspecting it. In the same week, I started therapy and was really intentional about following recommendations from my therapist. I am really into self-reflection and meditation which I found to be the lifeline to surviving the unwiring that has to be done. It gets so much easier with each week that passes by. I was on my Facebook and saw that a few JW "friends" (I've never met in person) posted about the memorial and/or assembly and baptism. For some reason, it just disgusted me and though I am working on being more tolerant I decided to unfriend/block. I'm sure one day it would be like looking at a picture of someone doing something they really enjoy and I could care less about, but right now it's just not something I want to see/be around. This is the first memorial I'll be officially missing along with all the regional conventions and whatnot. It actually feels good to no longer support their agenda. Two weeks ago I sold all of my kid's meeting clothes (except for a few I can reuse for other stuff) and it was like a weight lifted off my shoulders. I am in a discovery phase! <3 I love being able to open my eyes and heart to the world and its diversity. I am cherishing conversations genuinely without me calculating how am going to aim with scripture in hopes of a Bible study. My weekends are truly relaxing and enjoyable, I have so much more time on my hands to sleep in, read books, meditate, exercise, have coffee in silence, walk my dog in peace, pray without feeling guilty, and reflect on the person I want to become. The sky is truly the limit. This is living. All those fears and judgments of how "worldly" people are fading away little by little because the opposite has been true. Me living my BEST life is the best middle finger I could give to the evil organization that has blinded a large chunk of my family, and caused severe anxiety and depression in so many of us. I am so glad I escaped with my children safe and sound before it was too late. For those of you thinking of leaving, leave cold turkey if you can. Get therapy, perform a LOT of self-reflection (Google and Youtube the subject if you must), and take care of YOU before anything else to avoid being reeled back to their lies. I promiseeee life gets so much better!!! I am so excited for what the future holds.

Danielle has big Pisces energy.
Bree is definitely a Virgo. Rex has to be a Capricorn. Andrew is probably a Leo (a fire sign). Orson is most likely a Capricorn or Virgo.
Within two years her dad died, her mom was wasted and kicked out her brother, the “love of her life” was murdered in front of her, and she got pregnant.
No wonder she turned into a vegetarian liberal Jewish hippy.

a friend of mine recommend this book to me I must say this book is a masterpiece and now I got to know that they are turning this book into a movie which is great. But when I saw the cast it really disappointed the hell outta me. They have casted Blake Lively as lily and Justin baldoni as ryle. First of all no offence. both of em they are really good actors but sorry to say I can't see them as lily and ryle. Blake is too old to play Mrs bloom. They should've cast some actress in her 20's. IMO abigal Cowen or Josephine Langford would be a perfect choice. I see Sadie sink as young lily, Theo James as ryle, Danny griffin as adult atlas , Louis partridge as young atlas and Blake is more like Alyssa not lily. What do y'all think about this cast. Let me know in the comments.

Now I never thought I’d use the above phrase, it doesn’t sound like me… “triggers me”, lol. But I started listening to rap at around the same time I started smoking pot (15 or 16) and eventually I built this habit where I would get a vape (if I didn’t have one), smoke weed, get in my car and drive around listening to rap. Or I’d hang out with buddies and listen to rap and smoke and vape. Rap was a big part of my smoking experience and apart of the whole “rebel” phase/ culture I was in (because my parents are devout Christians). I liked the psychedelic aspect of the rap and how it meshed with this cool new personality I had. Anyways, flash forward to now, having my life turned upside down by psychosis, it’s difficult because rap used to be a source of so much (of what I thought was) joy but it’s turned into a menace in my life. I can’t listen to any of the music I used to like without being reminded of smoking all the time and this alternate personality I made. It’s getting better.

I was out camping a couple years back, and after enough drinks to get us arrested had the DNR showed up, I relieved myself against a tree. Suddenly I felt something on my Dick, and I looked down to see the mosquito. That bastard mosquito. Being drunk at the time, I brushed it away and paid it no mind the rest of the night. Until I passed out and subsequently woke up to the itching. My god, the itching. In the moments before I realized it was the mosquito bite, I swear I thought an army of ants was trying to enter my dick. I was scratching so hard my tent companion smacked me, thinking I was having a drunken late night fap. "I think I have a mosquito bite on my cock," I told him, and his laughter woke the other two tents. Skip ahead to the next morning, I'm walking through Rite-aid, scratching the living shit out of my crotch the whole way to the pharmacy (Why is it ALWAYS in the back?), looking like a damn crack head having a fit. After standing in line and enduring some incredulous looks, I finally get to the counter and ask the pharmacy guy what he's got for mosquito bites. His laugh alerts everyone in earshot who hadn't already seen me to my predicament. Anyway, I get out of there with everything from calomine lotions to neosporin. I try literally everything in the bag, and at one point I poured a bit of everything into a Dixie cup and stuck my Dick in it. Nothing really helped, but at least I was relieved enough to get to sleep that night.
Brace yourself folks, it's not over. The next morning I wake up to not just an itch, but an immense pain emanating from the tip of my dick. I get into the bathroom and check my shit and what do I see? A nasty, white, zit-like bump on the tip of my penis. I touch it, and frankly, I may have cried out in pain. After attempting to treat it with the lotions I try to get dressed and realize I simply can't walk because the nasty bite is rubbing on my boxers and causing too much pain. So I do the unthinkable. If you have a recording of O Fortuna on hand you should probably play it as you visualize this next part.
I go to my desk and retrieve a push pin, the kind you use on a cork bulletin board. On my way back to the bathroom, I hesitate and wonder if what I'm about to do is worth it. I push on anyway. In the bathroom, I stare myself down, mentally preparing. I slide my boxers down and look once more at the nasty yellow-white blister on the head of my penis. I raise the push pin high. If you're doing this right, O Fortuna should be coming to a climax right about now. I bring the pin down like Brutus upon Caesar. My eyes go wide as the pain shoots up my spine and the pus shoots across my mirror. I look down at the newly formed crater on the tip of my dick and with remorse, realize that I have done nothing to help my situation.
Friends, as you may know, alcohol burns when you pour it on an open sore. Now, I'm a big guy, and I like to think I can take my fair share of pain. This however, literally brought me to my knees, and tears were shed. And for what? Nothing. Now, instead of a mere mosquito bite itching like hell on my dick, I had a mosquito bite, itching like hell, that bleeds when you scratch it. I had to call out of work for the next couple days while my dick recovered.
Let me tell you, fellow redditors, next time you go camping, heed my story. Take some damn bug spray with you.
TL;DR: Got a mosquito bite on my dick while camping. Consciously and willfully stabbed myself in my dick-head in an errant attempt to relieve it.
EDIT : To answer some common questions: "Dick" is often capitalized because i wrote this up on a Kindle and autocorrect assumed I was typing it as a name. No, I'm not going to go back and fix it. What do I look like, a guy who's not lazy? No, I don't have a picture. This story harkens back to a time before I discovered reddit. Were this a more recent event, I might have gone ahead and taken a picture, FOR SCIENCE. I didn't go to the doctor, because despite what I did to myself, I still viewed this as a mosquito bite, and not a medical emergency. That, and no insurance.
EDIT 2 : At work, no more responses for a while.

Backstory: I know I'm ugly and I understand this and I'm also a dark skinned person. I have this friend that I grew up with and he's been bullying me about this for a while about how I am dark and how I look like a monkey. It's not just him a lot of other people in my grade would call me that and it would really hurt me. This one time I was sitting in a table with a two friends and one of my friends girlfriend. There was a picture of a monkey that came up on the board for a task we had to do and his girlfriend pointed at me and made fun of me in front of my friends saying I look like the monkey and everyone laughed. This shits been hurting my mental health for a while. And not just that this one time I was with my dad and out of nowhere he fully seriously says "You look so much like a monkey" to me. Also, I have a sister that is much lighter than me , one time she unlocked my phone and I asked her "Did she unlock the phone because we look alike or something" solely because she was my sister, and she said to me "we look nothing alike" as if she was disgusted. But this friend that I grew up with, he's been nice to me in our childhood but he has been saying this stuff to me the most and I thought that was my friend, the one person that I don't know how long ago I met him type thing.
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Dream: Me, my sister and my friend were in a car going somewhere. I got into an argument with my sister and she finally yelled at me calling me a "black piece of shit" and getting out the car leaving me and my friend. After that I just got angry and grabbed my friend and said "all because of you my life is shit" and then I punched his face in till it was red and that's when I woke up.

Plank Control is a bad NT control DB deck that struggles due to getting hard-countered by Guardian/Smarty. But, before I go into this deck, I want to thank the discord guys for helping me out. Especially Shattered Ice.
The deck focuses on control, but with more reliable finishers, a stable earlygame and endgame, and punishes your opponent for counter-play.
First off, the deck list.

Justification, Core Cards

Black Hole (x3): Black Hole completely messes up your opponent's plays, make them weak to flick and Weed Spray and synergized greatly with Excavator. It's also only a 1-cost Environment so even if you bounce it, replaying it wouldn't be a problem.
Rolling Stone (x3): We are running alot of late-game control so it's important to have an answer to their minions earlygame. Also, due to Black Hole, any 1 to 3drops they will mostly be answerable with Rolling Stone.
Teacher (x4): You're running so many tricks and removal, Teacher just speeds up this process and also just overall auto-include in any Hearty deck.
Gargologist (x4): You might be wondering why the hell is Gargologist here, outside of Suprise Garg? It's because it functions as a bait. Gargologist forces your opponent to respond to it and easily trick your opponent into thinking this is a Garg deck, but if they don't react to it, we punish them with a turn 3 5/6.
Excavator (x3): Glass cannon that trades pretty well with most 3drops and synergize with Black Hole. Can also be played dry just for damage since it's basically deal 1/5 damage to your opponent.
Going Viral (x3): Three is the ideal number. You don't want to overdraw it, especially since this is not Swarm. Going Viral just completely punch your opponent's health down to the one-digits, if your board is developed.
Knockout/Flick (x3): The answer is trivial and is left as an exercise for the reader.
LDZ (x4): Extremely versatile card that answer your opponent t3 plays and is overall a good card to have in a deck, really.
Raptor (x3): It's snowballing ability forces your opponent to react, but this perfectly sets up the Suprise Garg and Cowboy since they are wasting removal on a big threat on a field.
Weed Spray (x2): Synergy with Black Hole and can clear entire fields if pulled off perfectly. You don't want to overdraw it and also because it only works in one type of combo so 2 is the ideal number
Space Cowboy (x4): The answer is trivial and is left as an exercise for the reader.
Suprise Garg (x3): The answer is trivial and is left as an exercise for the reader.

Notable Exclusions

Headstone Carver: Pings the block meter too much for it's value to be worth. Easily answerable on turn 2.
Sumo Wrestler: 2/3 that just stays on the field and pings their block meter after moving a plant.
Impostor: Again, block pinger, usually left unfronted.
Smoke Bomb: Meant to restart Cowboy's cycle but then I realize Suprise Garg is more effective.
Landscaper: 3-cost 2/2 that just stays on the field after doing it's ability. We don't run MUG (because of blockbustor) so it can't restart it's ability.

Playstyle Notes

-Try to always hard-mulligan for Cowboy, Suprise Garg, Black Hole or maybe Teacher (in some cases)
-Try to play around Blockbustor by not placing your gravestones side-by-side. This deck already tries to play around the gravestones, which justify the lack of lategame gravestones like Cryo Yeti or Mixed-up Gravedigger.

Teched Options

Literally none. Lol.