This subreddit will be joining in on the June 12th-14th protest of Reddit's API changes that will essentially kill all 3rd party Reddit apps.

What's going on?
A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users.
On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill every third party app on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this is a step toward killing other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the old.reddit.com desktop interface .
This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.
What's the plan?
On June 12th, many subreddits will be going dark to protest this policy. Some will return after 48 hours: others will go away permanently unless the issue is adequately addressed, since many moderators aren't able to put in the work they do with the poor tools available through the official app. This isn't something any of us do lightly: we do what we do because we love Reddit, and we truly believe this change will make it impossible to keep doing what we love.
The two-day blackout isn't the goal, and it isn't the end. Should things reach the 14th with no sign of Reddit choosing to fix what they've broken, we'll use the community and buzz we've built between then and now as a tool for further action.
What can you do as a user?

• Complain. Message the mods of reddit.com, who are the admins of the site: message reddit : submit a support request: comment in relevant threads on reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
• Spread the word. Rabble-rouse on related subreddits. Meme it up, make it spicy. Bitch about it to your cat. Suggest anyone you know who moderates a subreddit join the coordinated mod effort at ModCoord.
• Boycott and spread the word...to Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely on June 12th through the 13th- instead, take to your favorite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
• Don't be a jerk. As upsetting this may be, threats, profanity and vandalism will be worse than useless in getting people on our side. Please make every effort to be as restrained, polite, reasonable and law-abiding as possible.

What can you do as a moderator?
Join the coordinated effort over at ModCoord
Make a sticky post showing your support, A template has been created here you can use or modify to your liking, and be sure to crosspost it to ModCoord.
Thank you for your patience in the matter,
-Mod Team

So I’ve been pretty quiet about me being on the A-spectrum for about two months, some of my friends know and have helped me understand what it means to be in this community, and the others are 19 year old dummy’s out of first year of college and joke about everything. I’ve been with them for years at this point and sex jokes come and go in our entire friend group, and I’ve always just kinda rode along with them since they’re not the funniest to me. But now knowing that they (1. probably have some desire/connection to what they say and (2. probably be surprised/wouldn’t care (in a good way) if I came out right now, it seems like I’m just a little outside the humor for that.
Any of y’all have this kind of experience, is it just par for the course to just kinda feel a little out of the joke, or you guys try to make the best of it? Oh sex neutral on my end, for clarification.

Im going to try to make this short, I meet my ex about 4 years ago we worked together for about a year before we started dating, (we dated for 3 years) right off the bat I felt something was not right about our relationship, like the vibe was off ? But i ignored it because i really liked him. I wasn't feeling like a girlfriend to him like I should have been, and when I would try to express my feelings he would get pissy about it, looking back very childish. Now I'm not saying he wasn't nice to me becausehe was for the most part, Or if I asked him for something that I absolutely needed he would have gotten it for me. But we also worked together and I'm aware that's a lot time together and for him that was "our time together" he didn't want to do anything after work, ever, absolutely nothing, just the weekends if his son was away for one of those days because he wanted laid, He didn't want to come over & watch a movie or come over for dinner because he always said he needed to go home to his son and help him with homework, but honestly half the time it was always done because his grandparents would him, or just be with his son in general or helping other people with lawns when it was nice out & I have 2 daughters so I'm well aware children come first, but there was absolutely no balance between his son or me when it came to my ex, we didn't even do anything on our anniversaries because we worked, or he would ALWAYS use the excuse of I was always working, even if I was working there was absolutely no creativity on his end when i got off work when he had his days off, like I did for him when I was off.
We lived separate for about a year and a half and we decided to move in together thinking that would have made a difference and I left my job to save our relationship and started a new one. But moving in did absolutely the opposite, I felt more like a roommate than anything else, we still didn't do anything together with kids or alone, once in while we would watch a movie because he wanted laid and honestly half the time I wouldn't give to him because I was beginning to be very unattracted to him because I was starting to feel like crap when I was around him. When we first moved in together i tried if I was off to clean the house (because it needed clean and honestly no one cared how they lived which was highly gross to me) cook dinner for him and the kids, but when I worked I didn't ever come home to anything but him and his son screaming at each other playing video games or my boyfriend in bed because he worked early shift, I usually worked 10am-6pm or sometimes morning shift, After awhile I started feeling things were REALLY off and my trust was starting to faid very quickly and yes i tried to talk to him like a adult and he said he had nothing to hide, I dropped it, even though my gut was saying otherwise because i wasn't being treated like a girlfriend that i deserved to be. Well about 2 months later his phone kept ringing and ringing and ringing and just kept going off so yes I picked up & the call was his mother off a new number I felt bad but then his notifications went off right before I put it down, emails for pornhub, and other porn sites, his search history was absolutely NOTHING but that, he had abulms in his gallery of our co workers in the facility that we both worked at, he had been following 100+ females on very social media page he had included those co-workers, and loving every females photos online (i didnt have to go threw his phone for that part, I seen that before) and even trying to hook up with a few, but none of them budged or really replied as I gathered, at that point I was completely done because that's beyond creepy to me and im well aware boys will be boys but thats extreme to me, I told him that i wanted to leave him and he made me feel bad for wanting to leave him, and he told me that it wasn't going to happen again and he would delete everything. I didn't believe him and sounds shitty but I also needed a place for my 2 daughters to live until I could find something else and (believe me i was trying to get out as fast as I could) so I lied & said "okay", I felt like I was being used because he just wanted to tile of having a girlfriend and absolutely not putting in any effort towards me and just wanting laid & I felt absolutely fucking stupid to let him and I feel for the words with no actions.
A couple months later I ended up putting in a offer to a house and got it. In that time of me getting my house and getting my ducks in row to leave him, and i didnt tell him yet that's when he really started to try to work things out and started to want to take me places, cook for me have alone time with me and even bought me a ring, I didn't except it because why would i ? And he didnt understand why i didn't want it, at this point I was with him for 3 years, I was completely over it, I was over everything. I wasn't asking him to give me the world I was just asking to be treated like a girlfriend! Having those images in my head told me everything about him, and me not feeling loved or cared for like I should have been i told I was moving and I told him I was done and explained why and that was more than a fight and he told me it was just an excuse to leave him and all I did was work, I moved out the next day while he was at work.
Two months later now, he's been sending me apologie letters to my house, texting & calling my phone from differnt numbers and even to my mom, he's even sent me 2 gifts to my house thinking thats going to get me back, but at the same time ive heard hes trying to move on & heard hes with someone but its a fake profile? I told him I would press charges if it doesn't stop, part of me in a way I feel bad for leaving him the way I did and kindof wanted to be acquaintances with him and then part of doesn't, I don't know if it's even worth feeling this way and if I did the right thing.

If you count load management for a degenerative knee condition as “being injured,” then you’d likely disagree, but it’s not an injury. It a measure taken to prevent injuries since his condition makes him more susceptible to them. Given the condition he has, it’s impressive that he has played as much as he has in his time here.
Doomers doom but this is just not true.
In his first season in LA, he missed 14 of 72 games. Only three of those absences were consecutive. All others were load management (this post is not about whether he should manage his load as much as he does). This is 80.55 percent of all regular season games (in a standard length season, the minimum games a player can play while still being eligible for awards is 65/82, or 79.3 percent, which he surpassed). He played all playoff games in this season.
Season 2 in LA saw Kawhi played 52/72 games, or 72.2 percent. This would be too low to consider for any awards in a standard length season with the current requirements. This is mainly because of a foot injury that saw him miss 9 of 10 straight games. There were a few blips of 2-3 missed games (often the result of load management, but still missed games) and he missed the final two game of the regular season, not because of injury, but because they were the last two games of the regular season (PG also sat fwiw). The ACL tear in the playoffs was the result of dirty play and not because he is made of glass or something.
He missed all of season 3 recovering from the ACL tear, an amount of time that is common for players to miss for such an injury. This is a result of the previous playoffs.
In season 4, he had some very clear rust that needed to be worked off after not playing for over a year. He also had an ankle sprain at the beginning of the season. These were both done and over with by the first week of December. From then on, he never missed two or more consecutive games. The playoffs were obviously disappointing, but we don’t know all the details, and given what his family was dealing with off the court, he probably was not mentally ready to try to play through a knee injury.
In his time in LA, Kawhi missed no considerable time in year one, missed 9/10 games recovering from a foot injury, and then missed 12 games straight in his fourth season as he came back from a year away and a sprained ankle. The load management adds up, but I truly don’t see how someone can, in good faith, argue that to be an injury. The narrative that he never plays is perpetuated by people who only pay attention to the team during the playoffs, which is why he gets so much hate. He has just had bad luck in the playoffs, which is nothing new for this franchise (2016 game 4 against the Blazers, for just one example). Deeming him as someone who can’t stay healthy because he had two season ending injuries in the three playoffs isn’t entirely fair imo. He played several months straight this season and in his first year (and other than the one serious foot injury that led to him missing 9/10 in his second season, he was otherwise healthy the whole time then too.
Tl;dr: Kawhi is not much more injury prone than the average player. This is just a really, really unlucky franchise.
I really think him getting blame for the lack of success so far is unwarranted. Unrealistic bad luck is something that has tortured this franchise for decades.

Uhm so I just finished a match. I do have the new battle pass and the previous one but I just received Saati's last battle pass skin??
https://preview.redd.it/9pl7kfzta95b1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=868614b22c1f196f8c78ba66108f80bd3c095a66

TLDR: what if the The Flintstones and The Jetsons exist in the same world at the same time, but separated not by time, but rather a caste system that similar in nature to Brave New World. I've had this notion since I read Brave New World when I was 11 and ChatGPT has helped me flush out the idea, anyone who wishes to expand upon this is welcome.
The Flintstones and The Jetsons exist in the same world, with The Flintstones representing a lower caste living in a reservation-like environment while The Jetsons represent a higher caste living in a technologically advanced society: 1. Socioeconomic Divide: In both The Flintstones and The Jetsons, there is a clear socioeconomic divide. The Flintstones depict a primitive Stone Age society where the characters live in modest stone houses and rely on animals for technology. On the other hand, The Jetsons portray a futuristic world where the characters reside in elaborate skyscrapers and enjoy advanced technology. This stark contrast in living conditions suggests a significant disparity between the two groups. 2. Limited Mobility: The Flintstones are depicted as being geographically confined to the Stone Age setting, often referred to as Bedrock. They have no access to advanced technology or the ability to travel beyond their prehistoric surroundings. In contrast, The Jetsons live high above the ground, relying on flying cars and other futuristic means of transportation. Their ability to move freely and explore different locations indicates a greater level of privilege and access. 3.Technological Advancement: The Jetsons possess highly advanced technology that simplifies their daily lives, such as robotic helpers, flying cars, and instant food preparation. In contrast, The Flintstones rely on rudimentary tools and animals for their day-to-day tasks. The stark difference in technological capabilities further supports the idea of a segregated society, with The Jetsons benefiting from advanced technology while The Flintstones are left behind. 4. Social Stratification: The Flintstones and The Jetsons both exhibit clear social hierarchies. In Brave New World, social classes are rigidly divided, with each caste having predetermined roles and functions. Similarly, The Flintstones' society resembles a lower caste living in a simpler, less technologically advanced state, while The Jetsons represent a higher caste enjoying the benefits of futuristic advancements. This parallel suggests that both shows explore the concept of caste systems, albeit in a less explicitly dystopian manner than in Brave New World.

1. Fred Flintstone - John (The Savage): Both Fred Flintstone and John are portrayed as individuals who question and challenge the norms of their respective societies. They exhibit a sense of individuality and struggle to conform to the rigid expectations placed upon them.
   
2. Wilma Flintstone - Lenina Crowne: Wilma Flintstone, like Lenina Crowne, can be seen as a character who represents the ideals of her society. They both adhere to the societal norms and expectations placed upon them, although they might experience occasional moments of questioning or rebellion.
   
3. Barney Rubble - Bernard Marx: Barney Rubble and Bernard Marx share similarities in their experiences of feeling like outsiders in their respective societies. They both struggle with their self-perception and seek validation or a sense of belonging.
   
4. Betty Rubble - Fanny Crowne: Betty Rubble and Fanny Crowne can be linked in the sense that they embody the conventional values and expectations of their societies. They are portrayed as adhering to social norms and being content with their assigned roles.
   
5. George Jetson - Mustapha Mond: George Jetson, as the patriarch of the Jetson family, can be compared to Mustapha Mond, the World Controller in Brave New World. Both characters hold positions of authority within their respective societies and are responsible for upholding the established order.
   
6. Jane Jetson - Linda Lysenko: Jane Jetson and Linda Lysenko share similarities as wives and mothers who navigate their roles within their respective societies. They are depicted as conforming to societal expectations while also experiencing occasional moments of dissatisfaction or longing for something different.
   
7. Elroy Jetson - Reuben Rabinovitch: Elroy Jetson and Reuben Rabinovitch can be seen as young characters who are curious and have a potential for challenging the status quo. Although their roles and circumstances are different, both characters exhibit a certain level of intellectual curiosity.
   --- Main Story.
   

In a distant future, Earth is divided into two distinct societies: the advanced and technologically superior world of the Jetsons and the primitive reservation-like society of the Flintstones. However, these societies are not separate entities but rather different levels within the same global structure.
The Jetsons, residing high above in their futuristic utopia, are part of an elite caste that enjoys all the comforts and conveniences of advanced technology. Their lives are carefully controlled, with social roles predetermined and individuality suppressed. Soma, a potent substance, keeps the Jetsons docile and content.
Unbeknownst to the Jetsons, their society is intricately linked to the existence of the Flintstones. The Flintstones, representing a lower caste, live in a secluded area called Bedrock, akin to a reservation. They are intentionally kept in a primitive state by the ruling class, who view them as a source of nostalgia and a reminder of the past.
The protagonist, Fred Flintstone, becomes disillusioned with his confined existence and yearns for something more. Through a series of events, Fred discovers a hidden passage that connects Bedrock to the Jetsons' world. Intrigued, he ventures into the futuristic society, where he encounters George Jetson, who secretly questions the monotony of his life.
Fred and George form an unlikely alliance, determined to uncover the truth about their shared world. They navigate the complexities of their respective societies, exposing the dark underbelly of control, manipulation, and inequality. Along the way, they encounter other characters from both worlds who struggle with their roles and seek freedom.
As their journey progresses, Fred and George learn about the origin of their society, discovering that it was intentionally engineered by a powerful ruling class to maintain control and prevent societal upheaval. They face moral dilemmas, make alliances, and confront the harsh realities of their world.
Together, Fred and George rally the disillusioned members of both societies, initiating a revolution that challenges the oppressive systems in place. Their goal is to bridge the gap between the castes, dismantle the control mechanisms, and allow for individuality, choice, and genuine human connections.
The story culminates in a climactic confrontation between the ruling class and the united forces of the Jetsons and the Flintstones. Themes of rebellion, sacrifice, and the search for true freedom resonate throughout the narrative, as characters from both worlds join forces to shape a new society where individuality and humanity can thrive.
As the revolution gains momentum, resistance spreads throughout both the Jetsons and Flintstones societies. The characters from both worlds start to question the predefined roles assigned to them and challenge the oppressive systems that have kept them divided.
Wilma Flintstone and Jane Jetson form a powerful alliance, embodying the strength and determination of women in their fight for freedom and equality. Together, they inspire others to break free from their prescribed roles and contribute to the movement.
Meanwhile, Elroy Jetson and Pebbles Flintstone, two young and curious individuals, uncover a hidden truth about the origins of their world. They stumble upon ancient documents that reveal a forgotten history, exposing the manipulative tactics used by the ruling class to create and maintain the caste-based society.
As the revolution gains traction, the ruling class retaliates, using their technological prowess to suppress the uprising. They deploy their advanced gadgets and employ psychological tactics to suppress the rebellion and maintain their grip on power.
However, Fred and George, driven by their determination and the hope for a better future, rally their comrades and develop ingenious strategies to counter the ruling class. They leverage the primitive yet resourceful skills of the Flintstones and the innovative technology of the Jetsons to outwit their oppressors.
The battle reaches its climax as the revolutionaries breach the fortified barriers between the two worlds. The Flintstones and Jetsons unite, demonstrating that their shared humanity and resilience are more powerful than any technological advantage the ruling class possesses.
In a final showdown, the revolutionaries expose the truth to the masses, revealing the manipulations and lies that have perpetuated their divided existence. The people, awakened to the possibilities of genuine freedom and self-determination, rise up as a collective force.
Together, they dismantle the oppressive structures and establish a new society that embraces the values of individuality, compassion, and cooperation. The remnants of the ruling class are held accountable for their actions, and measures are put in place to prevent the reemergence of a caste-based system.
The story concludes with the Flintstones and Jetsons, once separated by a vast divide, now living together in a harmonious society that integrates the best aspects of both worlds. The triumph of the revolution signals a new era where the potential of humanity is unlocked, free from the shackles of an oppressive past.
In the aftermath of the revolution, the integrated society of former Flintstones and Jetsons faces the daunting task of rebuilding and redefining their world. They embark on a collective effort to establish a fair and just governance system that safeguards individual freedoms while promoting equality and mutual respect.
Drawing upon the wisdom and experiences of both the Flintstones and the Jetsons, the new society embraces a balanced approach to progress and technology. They recognize the importance of preserving the simplicity and connection to nature from the Flintstones' world, while also harnessing the transformative power of advanced technology from the Jetsons' world to enhance their quality of life.
Education becomes a cornerstone of the new society, fostering critical thinking, creativity, and empathy. The people strive to learn from the mistakes of their past and actively work to cultivate an inclusive and compassionate culture that values diversity and encourages open dialogue.
Fred and George, as respected figures who played pivotal roles in the revolution, assume leadership positions to guide the transitional period. With their shared experiences and understanding of both worlds, they become advocates for unity, collaboration, and the continuous pursuit of a better future for all.
The new society also recognizes the importance of honoring and preserving their history. They establish museums and cultural centers that celebrate the unique heritage of both the Flintstones and the Jetsons, fostering a sense of identity and connection to their collective past.
Over time, the integrated society flourishes, with advancements in technology and social progress benefiting all its inhabitants. Collaboration and cooperation become the norm, as individuals from diverse backgrounds work together to address the challenges that arise.
However, the memory of the oppressive past remains a reminder of the fragility of freedom. The society remains vigilant, nurturing a culture that values individual rights, personal growth, and community well-being. They understand that maintaining a balance between technological advancement and human connection is crucial for the longevity and sustainability of their newfound harmony.
The story concludes with a sense of hope and optimism for the future, as the integrated society of former Flintstones and Jetsons embraces their shared humanity and collective potential. They stand as a testament to the resilience and transformative power of individuals coming together to challenge the status quo and shape a brighter world for generations to come.
As time passes, the integrated society of former Flintstones and Jetsons thrives, embracing the principles of equality, freedom, and harmony. Their collective journey becomes an inspiration for neighboring societies still grappling with similar issues of oppression and social stratification.
The integrated society reaches out to these neighboring communities, sharing their experiences and offering support and guidance in dismantling oppressive systems. Through peaceful exchange and dialogue, they foster a network of interconnected societies committed to building a more equitable and inclusive world.
As the integrated society continues to evolve, they recognize the importance of sustainable practices and environmental stewardship. They invest in clean energy technologies, conservation efforts, and the restoration of natural habitats, working hand in hand with the land and embracing a more balanced relationship with their environment.
Culture and the arts flourish in this integrated society, as creativity and expression are celebrated and valued. Artists from various backgrounds collaborate to weave together the rich tapestry of their shared heritage, creating works that reflect their journey and inspire future generations.
Education remains a cornerstone of their society, evolving to meet the changing needs and challenges of the world. They prioritize comprehensive education that nurtures critical thinking, empathy, and global citizenship. By empowering individuals with knowledge and fostering a lifelong love of learning, they ensure the continuous growth and progress of their society.
Throughout the integrated society, there is a deep sense of community and interconnectedness. Social support systems are strengthened, and individuals actively participate in civic life, contributing their unique skills and perspectives to the betterment of society as a whole. Collaboration and cooperation are not just buzzwords but integral values that guide their interactions and decision-making processes.
Fred and George, who played pivotal roles in the revolution, gradually transition from positions of formal leadership to become respected elders and mentors. They pass on their wisdom and experiences, helping to shape future generations and ensuring the continuity of the society's principles and values.
As the story comes to a close, it is evident that the integrated society of former Flintstones and Jetsons has created a lasting legacy. Their journey from oppression to liberation serves as a beacon of hope for other societies, inspiring them to challenge existing systems and envision a future where all individuals can thrive.
The story ultimately highlights the transformative power of unity, empathy, and the shared pursuit of a more just and compassionate world. It reminds us that the strength of humanity lies not in our divisions but in our ability to overcome them, forging new paths towards a future defined by cooperation, respect, and the celebration of our shared humanity.
With the integrated society of former Flintstones and Jetsons serving as a shining example of progress and unity, their influence begins to spread far and wide. The neighboring societies that once struggled with oppression and inequality are inspired by their success and embark on their own journeys of transformation.
Leaders from these neighboring societies seek guidance and collaboration with the integrated society, recognizing the wisdom and experience they possess. Through partnerships and exchange programs, knowledge is shared, and cooperative efforts are established to address systemic issues and foster sustainable development.
Together, these societies form an alliance, known as the United World Coalition, committed to creating a global community that upholds the principles of equality, justice, and environmental stewardship. They work collaboratively on a range of initiatives, including eradicating poverty, ensuring universal access to quality education and healthcare, and promoting cultural diversity and inclusivity.
The United World Coalition becomes a powerful force for positive change, advocating for the rights of marginalized communities and challenging oppressive systems wherever they exist. By leveraging their collective resources and expertise, they actively work towards creating a world free from discrimination, prejudice, and social inequality.
As the Coalition expands its influence, it faces resistance from those who seek to maintain the status quo and perpetuate division. However, their shared vision and unwavering determination allow them to overcome these obstacles, forging a path towards a more equitable and sustainable future.
In this global movement, Fred and George, revered as visionary leaders, assume vital roles in guiding the United World Coalition. Their experiences and wisdom earned from the revolution serve as a guiding light for this unprecedented endeavor, inspiring unity and collective action on a global scale.
Through ongoing collaboration and the exchange of ideas, the member societies of the United World Coalition continue to learn from one another, adapting their policies and practices to foster greater harmony and prosperity. They prioritize the well-being of all people and the preservation of the planet, recognizing the interconnectedness of social, economic, and environmental issues.
As the Coalition progresses, they leverage advancements in technology and innovation to tackle complex challenges. Sustainable energy solutions, responsible resource management, and breakthroughs in healthcare and agriculture become key focal points, ensuring the well-being of present and future generations.
Education remains at the heart of the Coalition's mission, with a renewed emphasis on fostering critical thinking, empathy, and global citizenship. By equipping individuals with the knowledge and skills needed to navigate an ever-changing world, they empower them to actively participate in shaping their communities and contribute to the greater good.
As the story concludes, the United World Coalition stands as a testament to the transformative power of unity and collaboration. Their collective efforts have created a world where societal divisions have been replaced by a shared sense of humanity, where differences are celebrated, and where everyone has an equal opportunity to thrive.
The integrated society of former Flintstones and Jetsons, once confined to their own worlds, played a crucial role in igniting a global movement towards a more just and sustainable future. Their journey from oppressive systems to a harmonious and inclusive society became the catalyst for change, inspiring countless individuals and communities to join the collective effort.
The story leaves us with a profound sense of hope, reminding us that by transcending divisions and embracing our shared humanity, we have the power to shape a world where equality, freedom, and compassion prevail. It is a testament to the enduring spirit of humanity and the boundless potential that lies within us all.
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It happens in in situations like:
>Driving fast in games like ETS2, especially if raining (or seeing a new large group of cars)
>Being shot for the first time in CS:GO, or opening the buy menu (This one is not consistent)
>Whenever action starts in Half-Life: Alyx. It's smooth until I start shooting, or start being shot at, and suddenly I'm getting micro stutters all over the gaff.
>And sometimes it will happen when opening certain folders or programs in windows.
I've been dealing with this issue for years, and you've likely seen a few posts from me in the past pertaining to this issue. I plan to save for a new system, but please, if you're able to help potentially fix the issue, let me know. I've recently reinstalled Windows 11 (fresh) and I am testing all games on a SATA and M.2 SSD.
Specs:
ROG STRIX B550-F GAMING
Ryzen 9 5900x
RTX 2080Ti
64 GB DDR4 3600MHz
750w PSU Gold Rated PSU
I'm at my wits end, genuinely. I have basically all the general stutter fixes in the past, but nothing fixes this.. Some folk told me it sounded like a ram issue, but that ram is brand new today, and very overkill, it has made no difference.
It's also worth noting that I've replaced every component multiple times, except my mechanical drives, but the issue is still present when they are unplugged. Could the issue be caused by some sort of short? As my board isn't quite snug with all standoffs, but I have screws in most of them.
Before you comment, please look at these examples of the stutter / micro-stutter:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97KATLDB7ps
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUMi2ID8la4&ab\_channel=FedzorOfficial
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-XwlnKbfJU&ab\_channel=FedzorOfficial
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MuVCpDRKzo&ab\_channel=FedzorOfficial
I'm not sure what to think anymore.

Hello again, still trying to offload my airsoft collection.
All prices are negotiable. Paypal G&S only. USA Only. No Trades
Verification
The Lot: https://imgur.com/a/eNXdVOp
Starting off with:
Guns Modify Gas Blowback PP2K + silencer + Light + 5x HPA tapped mags (I have the gas taps).
https://imgur.com/a/L6QmP7O
Price: $400
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OG Tipman m4 with the hard knock recoil kit. Have the original pieces.
This one is the first one that came out. Was going to make it a DMR.
Never used because it shot too hot. 400+ FPS
give your best offer - please take this from me.
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Cybergun M249 Machine gun (electric). Mint in box.
https://www.evike.com/products/95084/ <-- its this one.
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Glocks: WE G18c, WE G17, ATP Semi-auto, ACP 601 C02, https://www.evike.com/products/20131/ <-- the ATP
Each come with 1 mag, I have 2 50rd mags available as well for $35 each and some extra others all of various brands.
WE g18c - $120?
WE g17 - %120? ATP - $50
ACP 601 - $90 (never used, stayed in box)
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Dyei4 mask, basically brand new. - $130
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Everything else just shoot me an offer.
The M4's are basically unused but very entry level guns.
The Mac10 is Co2 but never been fired
1 black multigun bag
1 black/red rifle bag
1 500rd banana mag for ak47
2 different M4's one new in box.
Black vest
tan vest
molded glock holster
p90 mag thigh holster
also have this pelican gun case (its what the glocks are sitting in), but its like way too big to ship normally so shipping would be costly.
https://www.thecasestore.com/shop/case/large/pelican/pelican-1600-case

" A U.S. POLICE ACTION TRAITORS' GRAND FINALES (MARTIAL LAW THE GOAL)
* * * PLAN A * * \*
RACE WARS: We will see the fanning of the flames of their planned RACE WAR program in the months ahead as government, through some of their covert national organizations, promotes "whites hating people of color" and vice-versa. Aided by their controlled media, and N.W.O. government-paid agitators/"leaders" on both sides, the goal is to frighten Americans, of all colors, into accepting Martial Law.
These elitists actually have no love for "minorities" or "commoners" of any race. Those who have studied these imperialists will notice that there is continual intermarriage among these super-rich Internationalists' families. NEVER do they participate in the mixing of blood other than BLUE BLOOD.
The race mixing program was created for their "subjects" - i.e. the world's common people of all races. Some of these Internationalists have stated over the years, "...when all other humans are of one color, (brown), then they will be more easily managed."
KEEP THE RACES FROM JOINING TOGETHER
Racial strife is one of their most important N.W.O. tools and they mean to keep it going. It has worked well for promoting the globalist cause in the recent past. HATE must be kept flowing to prevent the various races in America from finding out the truth. If they find out who is destroying their freedoms and economic future, they might find some way to work together to overthrow their COMMON ENEMY.
WHO ARE THE AGENT PROVOCATEURS?
Our problem is in identifying these N.W.O. lackeys (agent/provocateurs). Incoming intelligence over the years has informed us that these provocateurs are of all racial mixes. Yes, whites, blacks, hispanic etc. are involved in promoting planned racial hate incidents and tensions to assist in causing the masses to accept Martial Law and serve the N.W.O. gang. Although these employee/provocateurs have been promised a position of power in this "utopian" Socialist society, it is a shame that they are not smart enough to know that they are to be "eliminated" when their usefulness has run out. (As has been the practice of every Marxist/Socialist conquering army after taking power.)
There is sound logic in this "execution of your agent/provocateurs", after you're in power. The logic is: "If these agents will spy and turn against their own people, then their is no way you can trust them to not turn on you." VERY TRUE! The other shame is that no tears will be shed for these traitors to their own people.
* * * PLAN B * * \*
The globalists, along with their controlled media, are well along in the promotion of their PLAN B program. Here it is: With the threat of nuclear war supposedly subsiding, the American people "must have" a new Boogie Man!
ECOLOGICAL COLLAPSE: This phase involves the fraud of the "imminent ecological collapse of the world". This phase is being promoted by those who were not able to completely destroy America with Marxism. These N.W.O. Marxists have therefore started, or taken over, the various GREEN (environmentalist) parties.
Many of these environmentalists are rightfully labeled the "Watermelons of the world". That is to say, green on the outside, but RED (Marxist) on the inside. Many wonderful, good, well-intentioned Americans are being duped into assisting with this fraud. Sadly, some are our families and friends.

* * * PLAN C * * *

VISITORS FROM FAR: This phase makes certain that few Americans escape the N.W.O. program. How? By creating TOTAL PANIC. This is accomplished with 3 choices being offered to the gullible. The Globalists have "suddenly" brought to light their long planned and well established "UFO-Little-Devils-from-Outer-Space" CON, to strike utter fear in the hearts of all the people of the earth.

• The first choice: The subtle message to us, "the masses", is that, if we don't go willingly and gently into global government, we will be "eaten", "raped", or become the experimental guinea pigs for some far-out evil "SPACE CADETS". And of course, you can't ask for assistance and protection from your own country's government because as we all have been told, "no individual nation could possibly stand a chance in defense against this obviously 'superior' Race from space. AH, but isn't it wonderful that "salvation" is only a one-world government away?!
• A second twist to this planned scenario is: These "cute little space things" are our BOSOM BUDDIES; they bring tidings of good will, and come "conveniently" to SAVE our world from the brink of total destruction! "Isn't that precious?!"

In other words, this particular plan is to convince gullible Americans that anyone or anything (but that Jesus Christ "guy"), WILL SAVE OUR WORLD!
Quite "coincidentally", these same "funny little fellows" are also here to set up a UTOPIAN GLOBAL SOCIETY! Surprised?

• And the newest twist to the CON (to grab religious Americans that did not fall for the first two) is that Christ Himself has sent these wonderful little "UFO things", in HIS place, to save us. (Suggesting, we suppose, that Jesus Christ got busy and had to "delegate". And as soon as these "wonderful" Space "Disciples of Christ" get us all together in a New World Society, He (Christ) will be along to take over. Think of them as God's Secret Service advance team!) Believe it or not.

Is there something there? ..."OUT THERE"? Absolutely! But, are THEY truly coming from "out-there"? We are not to be told, at this time, the truth about what these entities are, or who has absolute control over them. If we were told the truth we would never fall for their New World Order UFO con.
It is sad to see coming true what the Scriptures foretold, namely, that some of the most spiritual and intelligent people in our world are being completely deceived by our government and "spiritually enlightened" con men ...(and women).
As foretold, it's happening before our eyes. SHAME!
In all seriousness, for anyone that does not believe that the UFO scare is a contrived fraud, it should be agreed that the wise position to take is on the side of caution. Consider it possible that those who promote the N.W.O. plan are presently involved in a "trial run" of all three of the above described UFO scenarios. Such plans are being promoted by the Globalists, among those whom they consider to be the "Wacko", "Radical", "Extremist", Nationalist, Pro-American organizations, in order to test which scenario is more acceptable. For example, pick any one of the three scenarios below:

1. The evil little devils from outer space, who will dissect, destroy or devour us all.
2. The sweet, funny, little COSMIC critters who, like our government, are only "HERE TO HELP YOU!"And lastly, for the gullible religious masses:
   
3. The Space "Disciples of God" bringing salvation to earthlings.
   

Indeed the Globalists care not which we choose. For they all lead to their NEW WORLD ORDER. Tell our brothers and sisters to just - think about it!
(Some of the above information has come from those on the "inside" and some from "outside" our government. It's nice to have our own agents inside their anti-American, anti-God cliques. What is that French word - TOUCHE'? )"
Operation Vampire Killer 2000
1996

It happens in in situations like:
>Driving fast in games like ETS2, especially if raining (or seeing a new large group of cars)
>Being shot for the first time in CS:GO, or opening the buy menu (This one is not consistent)
>Whenever action starts in Half-Life: Alyx. It's smooth until I start shooting, or start being shot at, and suddenly I'm getting micro stutters all over the gaff.
>And sometimes it will happen when opening certain folders or programs in windows.
I've been dealing with this issue for years, and you've likely seen a few posts from me in the past pertaining to this issue. I plan to save for a new system, but please, if you're able to help potentially fix the issue, let me know. I've recently reinstalled Windows 11 (fresh) and I am testing all games on a SATA and M.2 SSD.
Specs:
ROG STRIX B550-F GAMING
Ryzen 9 5900x
RTX 2080Ti
64 GB DDR4 3600MHz
750w PSU Gold Rated PSU
I'm at my wits end, genuinely. I have basically all the general stutter fixes in the past, but nothing fixes this.. Some folk told me it sounded like a ram issue, but that ram is brand new today, and very overkill, it has made no difference.
It's also worth noting that I've replaced every component multiple times, except my mechanical drives, but the issue is still present when they are unplugged.
Could the issue be caused by some sort of short? As my board isn't quite snug with all standoffs, but I have screws in most of them.
Before you comment, please look at these examples of the stutter / micro-stutter:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97KATLDB7ps
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUMi2ID8la4&ab\_channel=FedzorOfficial
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-XwlnKbfJU&ab\_channel=FedzorOfficial
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MuVCpDRKzo&ab\_channel=FedzorOfficial
I'm not sure what to think anymore.

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Memory transcription subject: Tevri, Venlil Romanticist
Date [standardized human time]: August 11, 2137
With eyes still closed, I stretched my legs and arms, paws pushing up against the inside of my sleeping bag. A sigh of contentment escaped my mouth.
I let the world in—light falling down in shafts that struck my still-waking eyes. No trees were around to provide cover from the rising sun that hung low in the east. The sounds of life surrounded me, occasionally being broken up by particularly strong gusts as well as a hint of something else.
My head turned to that hint, who still slept somewhat soundly off to my side. Last night Jack had set up his own sleeping bag less than an arm’s length from my own, citing our lack of a fire as the reason to gather closer to each other.
He tossed and turned, occasionally, muttering incoherently. At least he’s found some rest. After carrying me for over half of yesterday, he had certainly earned it.
It was actually quite surprising how well he had managed it all. His slim build compared to other humans that I had seen was betrayed by a hidden strength and incredible endurance. I suppose millions of years of evolution tends to allow such a thing.
Some part of me still felt bitter about what he had done the night prior to our last, but it was clear to me that his apology was sincere. I gave a quiet snort. He probably wouldn’t have carried you on your shoulders if he wasn’t at least somewhat sorry.
The covers of my too-big bag were thrown off and I sat up, holding my knocked knees with my paws.
Rocky rolling hills with low-grown shoots of grass lightly waved towards me. The nearby mountain range looked down upon us with its well-kept snow despite the summer season. Even three days of standing beneath them didn’t eliminate their wondrously looming presence.
I reached over to my nearby pack and grabbed my pen and journal. I clung to every thought that passed its way through my mind, marking them down the old fashioned way. There was something special about writing my feelings down on something physical rather than some pad or computer. It felt real in comparison to the alternative.
It was incredible to me how one of, if not the most dangerous planet to be found within known space was simultaneously one of the most fantastically beautiful worlds I ever had the pleasure of setting foot on. What a travesty it would have been had the federation actually managed to glass the biosphere. Ironically it had been the Arxur that prevented such a disastrous outcome. Those same savages had…
“Gah!”
Jack shot upright from where he had lain. He heaved harsh breaths, chest rising and falling as though he had just sprinted up the incline of a hill. I looked on with alarm, but didn’t think to disrupt the startled man. His eyes stared down at the dirt in front of him as he hung his hands between his legs.
“You okay?” I asked. He whipped to look at me like he had forgotten I was there. Slowly, he turned back to face the dirt. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He took a curt sniff and ran his hands across his face as he took a deep sigh.
He was lying.
The restless sleep, the violent rise into consciousness, the obvious distress within those wild eyes—all signs of nightmares. It had been years now since I last worried about such things, but I knew all too well how difficult they were to deal with.
A thought, as intrusive as it was unwelcome, pushed its way through the crowded thoughts of my mind, forcing my heart to skip a beat. What would be enough to scare a predator—human—to scare a human within their dreams? Instantly, I shoved it back from wherever it had come. He needs you right now, just like how you needed her.
I gently crawled over to the distraught man and set a paw on an arm while he leaned forward. At my touch, he turned his head towards me, staring with those forward-facing eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked.
A slight snarl of a smile crossed his face, but no answer came. Jack stood up and stretched his arms outward, leaning back and forth.
“C’mon, let's pack up and head out. S’always good to start out early.” He extended a hand down to me where I sat still. How could he just brush something so terrifying off so easily? My tail flicked absently I guess they always have been a rather resilient species. Why should they be any different mentally? I relented to his proposal, grabbing his hand and allowing him to pull me upright.
Breakfast—much like last night’s meal—consisted of dry pre-prepped rations. Without surrounding trees from which drywood could be scavenged, we were left fireless. The ‘breakfast bars’ as Jack called them were a sufficient substitute for warm food. Every meal with the human increased my interest in the cuisine of his species. I hadn’t imagined it would all be so wonderfully varied and delicious.
The bar itself was chewy, made of oats, filled with dried fruits and sweetened by sugar. Each bite gave a satisfying crunch as my taste buds reveled in the impeccably delightful taste.
After hydrating and filling ourselves with calories, we set off once more on the trail.
This time, I was actually able to walk properly, though less than an hour after we departed, I was left wishing that Jack could scare me sleepless again—that way I could guilt him into carrying me.
While we continued, I walked without thinking much about the placement of my paws. I worried for my human friend. His mind was clearly plagued by something terrible, but the answer of what continued to evade me. The only lead I had were my own experiences, and in chasing that lead, my mind wandered back to the past.
As I was dragged from our home without protest, Devra lambasted our parents. Velnik cowered to the side as he watched the ordeal, helpless with widened eyes. Dad practically had to peel my sister away from mom as I was shoved into our vehicle. The echo of her shouts faded away.
It was the first time my parents admitted me for predator disease screenings.
An iron grip held my hand and led me forward through the stark featureless halls of the facility. A glance over my shoulder revealed my parents walking along. They dared not to risk a look in my direction. Tears welled at the edge of my eyes as the echoes of distant screams shocked my ears and flooded my brain with fear-chemicals.
My tail wrapped around my body and my ears bent towards the ground. Why did they want to throw me in here with the monsters? All I did was explore.
The facility worker threw me in a chair within a purely white room other than the single large black wall. From the ceiling hung a projector that faced one of the three white surfaces. After the worker left, my eyes floated through the room, narrowing at a sight that practically screamed of its existence. Dark lines were scrawled into the furthest corner of the sterile chamber.
I didn’t have the time to think about its implications when the screen clicked on and the lights dimmed, enhancing the image before me.
The metal chair fell backward with me in it, creating a resounding clang that bounded back and forth across the walls.
My hands slipped and slid across the slick floor, carrying my body backwards. This scramble led the wall to smash against my back. Without a thought, my claws joined the countless other marks of those who had come before me.
A towering, onyx-shaded visage of the malevolent beast prowled beyond the edge of my vision, obscured by tears of terror that practically blinded me. The blood-orange eyes glowed greedily and its mouth was stuck in a perpetual snarl. Viscera of a horrifically familiar color dribbled down its chin from where the meat was in the Arxur’s razor-sharp teeth.
With a click, the sanguine show moved forward to yet another horrific display. Another click. Another. One more. Click. Click. Click. Silence.
My eyes were as raw as my bloodied paws. Their scraping and scrabbling joined me with the other souls who had faced this same experience. When the lights flicked on and the worker came back to collect me, I curled up trying and failing to back away. She stood me up, patting me down before pulling me from the room. Everything was a collective white blur, compressed into a single moment of unfocused voices until I heard the vehicle’s door slam.
The ride home was silent as I leaned my head against the padded surface of my seat. Shallow breaths rose and fell from my chest while Mom and Dad stared ahead. They hadn’t looked at me once since we left the facility—or even talked to me—since we left the facility.
Among the many questions I had, one clung to the surface of my mind before being swallowed by its sea of screams. Why?
When at last we arrived at home, I barely even noticed. Only when the door to the passenger cabin flung open did I somewhat rise from my stupor. A sudden surprise wrapped around me and pulled me from the car, dragging away from my supposed guardians.
In an instant, I was rushed to my room and placed upon the familiar comfort of my bed before being coated by two layers of warmth; one was the plush cloth of a blanket and the other the fluffy warmth of my sister’s fur. “It’s ok, Tev. You’re home. You’re safe.” My empty eyes had no tears left to give, so Devra lent me hers.
You’re home. You’re safe.
“Tev? Tevri?”
My repeated name yanked me from the memory. Ugh, I’ve got to stop wandering off like that.
“You in there sheep?”
With a grumble, I responded. “I told you to stop calling me that.”
Jack uttered a mischievous chuckle. “C’mon, let's get over this next hill then break for lunch. Sure seems you could use a rest.” Despite it going unnoticed moments prior, I now felt my heart pumping hard and each breath heaved just as harshly. A short break will probably do me some good.
Together, we crested the hilltop and sat down both our packs and ourselves. I greedily lapped up water from my bottle while the man beside me calmly took several swigs from his own canteen. The food he grabbed was a pair of packaged items that he called ‘pasta salad.’
The small noodles were coated in a layer of creamy sauce and mixed with a variety of colorful vegetables that I didn’t recognize, but just like everything else cooked up by these humans, it was delicious. The sweet, creamy sauce contrasted nicely with the savory taste of the noodles and the soft texture of the pasta paired with the lovely crunch of the vegetables made for a wonderful meal.
As I munched on my food, the wind lazily played with my tail. My heart drummed onward, steadying into an agreeable rhythm before finally, my breathing leveled out.
A field of purple flowers greeted us, climbing and falling with the rolling land. Down below us was the river we had loosely followed, bordered by nondescript bunches of shrubbery. Rapid white waters splashed up and against rocks, breaking the flow and sending up spray.
When together we finished our food, we sat there, enjoying the world around us. “So, Tevri,” as Jack spoke, I met his forward eyes, “we’ve been out here for two days now and I still know next to nothing about you. Why don’t you tell me a bit more ‘bout yourself.”
The sudden question caught me by surprise, but I tried my best to answer anyway. “There isn’t much to tell. I write stories and poetry about the nature of worlds I’ve visited.”
“Well, you must be one hell of a writer to throw around money like you do.”
At the compliment, I felt a rush of warmth to my face. “I—”
Jack’s calm demeanor became one of surprise in an instant. “Is your face ‘sposed to do that?” A pair of my paws clapped to my face, trying and failing to hide the spreading orange.
“Y-yes!” I squeaked. “It’s p-perfectly fine.”
“Huh, right.” He didn’t sound convinced in the slightest. “Well, uh, what about your family? You’ve met mine already, why don’t you tell me about yours?”
Just as the orange began to fade away, a shroud of mist met my eyes and my voice sunk with my ears. “I’d rather not.” The whiplash of jumping from a sense of contentment, to embarrassment, to sad longing was jarring to say the least.
“Ah.” He held his silence for a moment, allowing the blowing breeze and the distant rush of water to fill the space between.
“I’m sorry.”
“S-sorry? Sorry for what?”
Jack gave a huff. “You know it's funny really. You Venlil, us Humans. I never really saw it before, but even just a few days around you, it’s shown me just how similar our people really are.”
Again, wind and water.
“If it means anything, I’ve felt your loss.”
What?! How does he know? How could he possibly know?
He must have picked up my confusion before he responded. “After the battle of Earth I got used to hearing that answer of yours.”
Oh.
Jack rose, swinging his pack around his shoulders. “C’mon sheep, sun’s not getting any higher. Let's get going.”
“YOU—!” The dour mood was immediately washed away by my guide’s hearty laughter. Again with the emotional whiplash.
It was amazing how easily he managed to do that. Try as I might, I couldn’t stay mad at him. As I shook my head, I followed my guide’s motions and grabbed my bag to join him.
For a while we walked quietly, but once again, Jack tried to strike up a conversation. “So, you mentioned you’ve visited other worlds. What were they like?”
I gave the human equivalent of a shrug with my tail. “Some were better than others, but for the most part, they were quite beautiful.”
“You have any favorites?”
My ears perked up. “Oh yes! The sky cities of Nishtal were incredible. Dwelling among the clouds, it was a rather uplifting experience.” Jack groaned with a smile still on his face.
“That might be one of the worst puns I’ve ever heard.” In response, I simply chuckled.
“Nishtal, huh?” The smile on his face faded. “That’s the world of feathered sacks-of-shit, right?”
“What? The Krakotl? Don’t be dense now, they aren’t all that bad.”
Jack scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say. They didn’t try to wipe the Venlil from existence.”
“If they succeeded during the battle of earth, they very well could have. Not that it matters anymore. Nishtal’s skies are clouded by the ash of their once-lush swamps and their cities have been plucked from the skies. Their world died.”
Jack gave a gruff grunt. “What goes around comes around I guess.”
I was genuinely shocked at what I heard. The anger that began to bubble within me was not the same lighthearted stuff from earlier. “How can you say something like that?”
“They brought it upon themselves,” he barked.
“That bastard Kalsim was the one who brought destruction to his people and you know it. Billions of Krakotl were killed or captured by betterment. Can you honestly tell me, or even yourself, that any species deserves such a fate?”
Silence.
“No. No I guess I can’t” Mentally, I gave a sigh of relief.
With my tail, I gave him a gentle flick. “The Krakotl are functionally endangered now, you know? They may have killed a billion humans, but for each life taken, tens of their own were paid.”
My voice began to choke. “I had—have—friends among the Krakotl. If you think that the mourning you humans experienced was harsh, I just want you to think; how would you feel if less than a percent of your people survived death or capture”
These words of mine were followed by an air of silence. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but something I had said clearly struck a chord with the man. Unlike me, Jack seemed to ground himself in reality, but for the first time since I met him, his distant unfocused eyes made it clear enough that his mind was elsewhere.
The remainder of the day flew by beneath this same blanket of silence.
We passed from the wide grassy knolls into a sparse forest that was more brush than tree. The trail led beneath their branches and through the tall shrubbery, rarely veering one way or the other.
When we eventually stopped to make camp for the evening, the sun was still slightly above the horizon. The campsite was similar to the one we had stopped at on our first day. An old steel fire-pit was set in the middle and a steel food container lay to the side.
Even as we set up, the cold quiet remained.
Progress was slow. Jack usually did the majority of the work, but tonight, his movements were taken with less purpose than I was used to. More than once, his hands fumbled, dropping something only for him to robotically reach down and pick it up again.
Once he did finally unpack his belongings, he left to find wood for the fire. At least this time, I found myself less frightened than when he had last done so. The deafening silence of my thoughts was more disconcerting than the idea of any hunters prowling nearby.
Whatever I had said, it didn’t just strike a chord. No, this had shaken him. Not even those nightmares of his had affected him this deeply.
In much the same way that I hadn’t wanted to talk about my own family, it was clear that whatever this was, he had no desire to elaborate further. I did find it odd however that only after mentioning the near-annihilation of the Krakotl did he seem to change. Perhaps it had to do with whoever he had lost? If this was the case, then I couldn’t fully blame him for his hatred towards the Krakotl. Grief is a powerful accelerant for the fires of rage.
On the other paw, my poor heart broke for the poor avians. So many lost. So few left. When the news had arrived back on Venlil prime, I devoted every moment possible to comforting my grieving friends; to Dualo, Oqui, Icatl and Haiula.
For some though, the grief of their new reality was too strong. Several of my dear friends had been unable to overcome that grief. My ears fell and my head bowed. If nobody else would remember them, I would ensure I never forgot them. They deserved that much.
Despite the clouds looming over my mind, my ears perked up at the sound of footfalls and I turned to see a bundle beneath Jack’s arms. Minutes later, a brilliant blaze burned before us.
It felt good to have a fire again. The protective warmth felt like a familiar embrace. From my pack, I grabbed the same blanket my guide had lent me the day before and wrapped it across my body.
While I found myself shrouded in comfort, Jack prepared our food above the pit. It was yet another warm meal of packaged food. The smell of spice wafted up to the tips of my taste buds as he stirred it about with a metal ladle.
The clink of utensils against our metal bowls rose above the crackling flames. Their sun still peeked out from behind the trees, though soon enough, it fell and with it, came the night’s chill.
Countless stars that you simply didn’t get to see on Venlil Prime appeared in the night sky. A glance told me that I wasn’t the only one impressed by their appearance. My wide field of vision managed to capture nearly the entire sky. I wonder, which of those stars is home?
A gust of wind blew by sending shivers down my spine. The effect of the Wendigo’s story hadn’t been completely lost on me, but the terror it inspired had at least died down to a manageable amount. Staying near to Jack certainly helped.
Speaking of him, I’d had enough of this silence.
“Hey Jack, how would you like to hear a campfire story?” I asked, tossing aside the quiet that had covered.
“Hmph. A promise is a promise. Didn’t really have a fire last night to tell a story ‘round did we. Guess it’s only fair to give you a chance.”
My tail gave a flick of excitement at his agreeance. “I must warn you, this is a bit less of a story and more of a poem. It’s one of the last few that I wrote before my travels across the Federation ended. It isn’t quite as long of a tale as that Wendigo story you told me, but it means a lot to me.
Jack gave a thoughtful nod. “Very well, I call this poem ‘The Wandrer’s Curse.’”
“Across the stars we wandrers go,
not caring much for threat or foes,
The skies we see are not our own,
But from them wonder’s always shown.
From Nishtal’s clear and crystal skies,
To Fahl where golden deserts lie,
And ‘cross the cradle’s fruitful lands,
Our own horizons do expand.
It is amidst these very sights,
That we the wandrers oft delight,
For friends we seek and friends we find,
Across the worlds of species kind.
Thru mountains, oceans and the woods,
Where those long past once walked and stood,
The wandrers seek to find the past;
A simpler time, no clouds o’er cast.
Despite the friends which we have made,
The clouds above us cast their shade,
Upon the surface of our minds,
And seek our hearts with chains to bind.
It is our lot to flee from pain,
Brought on by smashing, lashing rains.
Til weary broken and undone,
We fall with legs which fail to run.
But such is life—that beautiful thing,
That brings one joy and suff’ring.
So with this final cloudless verse,
Remember thee, the wandrer’s curse.”
At the end of my poem, the crackling fire picked up where my words left off. My eyes raised to the heavens once more and I realized just how wonderful this life was. There was something truly sublime about existing right here during this exact moment; under the stars, surrounded by trees the whistling, beside a warm fire that staved off the cold.
Sharing it with Jack made it that much better.
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I think it'll take some time, maybe decades, before AI significantly replaces human doctors. As of now, I fully plan on finishing my MD degree plus residency, but I think it is possible that human doctors will start to be replaced during my lifetime (replaced = out of jobs entirely OR still working but with a significant pay cut). I'm thinking I should be ready to make a career switch sometime in the future, realistically probably something in biotech, but there are a few problems.

1. I have no experience with programming and in general, mathematical problem solving takes me a significantly longer time to learn and understand than most people in CS/biotech, which will be a huge disadvantage. I imagine at this level of advanced AI, most jobs will be highly quantitative.
2. I have no time to learn computer science/machine learning/AI while still doing medical school, residency, and patient care full time.
3. At minimum, the career I want would have to allow me to maintain the same income. Not sure how feasible this is, as most jobs outside of medicine don't pay 250k+ unless you're extremely skilled, extremely connected, or have decades of experience.
4. I have no idea what field I should be looking at. Most of the reason I'm going into medicine is because I find it personally meaningful. I'm willing to deal with the corporatized aspects of medicine because at the end of the day I'd still be treating patients. I feel "at home" in the hospital. I don't know of any job outside of medicine that retains that aspect.

Any advice?

My meta quest 2 has some real graphical glitches and artifacts, when displaying a dark screen. A good demonstration of this is when you download a black image and start to move the window real fast in the file viewer. I have this issue since V54. Is it a software problem or is my quest hopefully not dying? Thx

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My boyfriend (M33, Henry) have been together for 9 years. We built a life together: house, pets, someday kids. We want to grow old together and love each other dearly, but there is some turbulence. We’re total polar opposites. When it works, it’s amazing. But sometimes it’s exhausting, having to work so hard on your relationship, because we are so different. A while ago we had a huge fight and for the first time I did not see a way out anymore. I told him maybe this relationship has ran it’s course and we better break up. He refused and wanted to work on us. I have to say, ever since then it does seem better. And we’re both making changes, things have calmed down.
I have a great career going on. Love my job. But. Since half a year I’ve noticed myself catching feelings for a co-worker, Zack (M33, single). Known him for like 2 years, but we never really bonded until recently (turns out, he always thought I was distant and I thought the same of him. Apparently we both have a case of resting bitch face). It started with typical work banter, then a friendship, then the type of friendship where you text each other sometimes late at night and talk about personal stuff (I never told him my relationship issues by the way). Not only is he incredibly handsome, he is smart, sensitive, funny and we have amazing chemistry. I thought it’s just a one-sided crush and will fade eventually. Besides, he told me hasn’t fallen for anyone past 5 years and he rarely even likes a girl.
I’m not proud at this (nothing physical happened, lets get that straight first. But I know I crossed a line). Last Friday, we went out with a group of co-workers. Zack, me, Julia (F25, a good workfriend of mine who just gotten out of a relationship) and some others. Eventually everyone had to go, except for Zack and I. We stayed at the bar and had the best time. The chemistry we had before, went through the roof this night. A lot of flirting and meaningful looks. Then the bar closed and we waited for a cab together. I was cold, he held me tight. It felt so good.
I was too intoxicated to drive home (parked my car near his house) and he wouldn’t let me drive anyway. So I went inside with him, only to sit on his couch to sober up. We had tea together. Then we talked until the sun came up. And it got pretty serious. No banter, no playful flirting. Just meaningful conversations about ourselves, our childhoods etc. I didn’t plan for it to happen, but I told him I developed feelings for him. And then he told me it was mutual. We were both sad about it. Because I also made it very clear, despite everything I want to work on my relationship and that’s the path I’m choosing. So nothing can ever happen between us, we will stay friends. Even if my relationship does crash and burn, I’d want to be alone for a while. He understood. And he never tried to make a move, except for silently staring into my eyes sometimes which made me uncomfortable AF because all of the butterflies. We didn’t want the night to end but I felt like I really had to leave when it was 6.30AM. We hugged goodbye at the door, but it was a long and loaded hug. He held me tight, I had my head on his shoulders and for a moment I could feel lifetime with him flashing by. If things were different. I still get butterflies thinking back about it. He only let go when I let go. And then I drove away. It felt like I just broken up with him, even though we never started.
I still love Henry. I don’t want to throw our life away. But I think I’m also in love with Zack. And to make matters even more complicated, because fuck me and my karma, Julia just texted me that she’s starting to like Zack. He has been extra nice to her ever since she had the breakup. But I know how Zack thinks of her, he said she’s like his little sister. Except obviously I can’t tell her that. The irony is that she wants my advice about this. (Absolutely no one knows about Zack and me, I plan to keep it that way.) What the hell should I say, don’t bother because he already likes someone else aka me?!
I’m just so done with this. I used to joke: I love drama when it doesn’t involves me. Look at me now. My whole life has been unproblematic and dramafree so I don’t know how to deal with this. And frankly, I feel too old to be caught up in this stupid love pentagon. There’s so much to unpack and I have all these feelings flying around giving me anxiety. Guilt, desire, frustration, doubts. Where do I go from here?
TLDR: want to fight for my 9yo relationship, despite secretly falling in love for a co-workefriend, Zack, and he’s falling for me too. Add into the mix that another co-workefriend just confessed to me that she’s starting to like Zack.

The song by Casting Crowns, I've been listing to it and I think we can really learn from it in a time like this during Pride month. Yes I know its not the bible but it does shed light on stuff that we as Christians should really thinking about.

"Jesus, friend of sinners, we have strayed so far away
We cut down people in Your name, but the sword was never ours to swing
Jesus, friend of sinners, the truth's become so hard to see
The world is on their way to You, but they're trippin' over me
Always lookin' around, but never lookin' up, I'm so double minded
A plank eyed saint with dirty hands and a heart divided"
"Oh, Jesus, friend of sinnersOpen our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingersOh, let our hearts be led by mercyHelp us reach with open hearts and open doorsOh, Jesus, friend of sinners, break our hearts for what breaks Yours"
"Jesus, friend of sinners, the one who's writing in the sand
Made the righteous turn away and the stones fall from their hands
Help us to remember we are all the least of these
Let the memory of Your mercy bring Your people to their knees
Nobody knows what we're for, only what we're against when we judge the wounded
What if we put down our signs, crossed over the lines and love like You did??"

The song talks about how the world knows more about what we're against than what we're for. For example here on reddit I see over and over again people calling us out cause of our reaction to Pride month. While yes we can agree that homosexuality is a sin, but that doesn't mean we should be yelling a screaming at that them for their wrong doings. We should still love them and show them mercyjust as Jesus would.

It's 2am and I am so sleepy rn but due to no fuckin electricity in my area, I am left to rot in this hot weather with not even a fan, but this doesn't even feel hard to me for some reason. This year has been the worse out of all, I've lived so far.
My year started with my dad getting admitted to hospital because his old symptoms from 3 years started resurfacing. In January I had my jee mains which I terribly failed, next I spent my entire February/March studying for boards. My mother met with an accident and severely injured her leg, and was at bedrest for a month. It's time like this when you understand how hard mothers actually work, I would do less than half what she did, and still get tired. In April I fucked my jee second attempt too. Making my confidence go completely spiralling down. I spent most of my April taking care of my mother. It's may, and my cousin got diagnosed with schizophrenia, as absurd as it sounds, it took my family quite a while to actually accept a mental disorder as a real problem and make efforts to get help for her. Now it's time, my family moves in a different place. Just 2 days before moving in, I wake up to my dad screaming in pain, truly one of the most horrifying sight I ever saw. He was rushed to the hospital, where doctor said he has kidney stones and would require an operation. Now we're moved in, and my mother starts to feel something weird around her eye and had to go see a doctor, who told her she requires an eye surgery cause there is some new flesh building up in the cornea
I've shed too many tears this year, wondering why is God being so cruel to my family. I've been also trying to be consistent with my studies but I truly am a mediocre student and perhaps this is the best of my ability. I do know with some more efforts I can do better but I can't bring myself to put anymore efforts, I am truly tired of studying the same thing since January and attempting so many exams and mocks only to see Little to no improvement. I don't even want to continue studies anymore, I just want all this around me to stop and everything become normal as it was before.
Wrote this while covered in sweat, feeling absolutely nothing and waiting for this night to end or for power to return

This is the 3rd time this has happened now. This morning I had a weird ache in my throat that I've never felt before. I drank way too much last night so I thought I was just really dehydrated. I tried to take it easy and hydrate but it kept getting worse. Then it felt like my throat was closing up and I was having trouble breathing. I started hyperventilating to the point where my body started buzzing. I have never buzzed this much before. I was getting dizzy. I really did not want to call 911 but I swear I couldn't breathe. I tried to take a hot shower to open my throat but didn't work. Somehow I convinced myself that my lips were turning purple but it was just the lighting. I finally decided to call 911 and could only say 2-3 words at a time and could barely understand what the operator was saying. A fire truck came and like 10 young volunteers surrounded me outside my porch and started asking questions and getting a bunch of things out, with all the neighbors peeking out. Literally as soon as they talked to me, I was perfectly normal. They thought I called about someone else in the house but I told them it was me and they were genuinely so nice but I could tell they seemed a little confused because I was talking to them as if nothing happened 1 minute ago. At that point, I felt very embarrassed and guilty for causing such a scene and feeling like I wasted their time.
This happened last year too when I thought I was having a heart attack and took an ambulance to the ER just for everything to come back normal. As soon as I stepped in the ambulance I felt at peace and felt really bad but the paramedic convinced me to go to the ER just in case, but all it did was run up a medical bill. So I was hesitant to call 911 and I'm afraid that one day I really will have a medical emergency and I won't get treated.
I wanna know if this has happened to anyone else where you felt immediately fine once you are in the presence of paramedics, nurses, doctors, etc. BTW, I haven't been evaluated for asthma.

Should i tell them. Itll just upset everyone and not change anything. I dont have the energy to get a job. Hardly the energy to eat. Havent showered or brushed teeth in months. Whats the point of this life? Be confused, work to make just enough to live, then die poor like 99% of people? Have kids? So i can pass on my health issues and mental health clusterfu k to them? What else? Work two jobs and overtime so i can put the downpayment on a house in 30 years? Buy a nicer car that needs repairs and costs money just to have? Travel? I cant afford the gas to go to fuckign taco bell
My family is tired of me "freeloading" and being "lazy". When my parents die ill get half of what they own but god forbid they help me when theyre still alive. Ssris help but didnt fix anything, makes my dick hardly work. Who cares anyway. I went to school, left, had a few jobs, all torture. The only things i look forward to are coffee and cigarettes.
I dont want to get a job. Ill do ok for a week out of fear of failure, then not be reliable employee, get fired and embarassed. I want to tell my family im suicidal so they can understand where im at and stop asking me to get abfucking job and saying "youll be so much happier with a job" and "youll feel so much better about yourself." So what does that say about me now? That i shouldnt feel good about myself because im unemployed? Thats the point of life? Have a job = success and uneployed = failure? Really? What a shit life
I dont want to end it and leave my dog bernie behind. Plus my parents would blame themselves. I dont want that. Considering being homeless so i dont have to see the disappointment in my parents and familys faces every day. If my family wasnt here id have kms by now.
Boohoo poor me, sorry to complain. I dont have anyone to talk to.

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The way that heartless works is very interesting. But in practice it only inspires a very very boring round to take place. The big issue is that the moment it is used. The opponent has zero reason to interact with you for the rest of the round. And you have no real way to protect your heart other than killing your opponent or just hiding it well. But unfortunately, the instant that you use the card, it practically tells all of your opponents exactly where it is by putting damage numbers over your head. If any card in the game is ever to be completely reworked. It truly must be heartless. Now I’m not sure exactly how you would fix it. But here are some spitballs:
1-simply add a delay before you start taking damage over time. This way the enemy isn’t lead straight to your heart.
2-Make the ability temporary or cancel able.
3- Shooting the heart deals some damage and ends the ability. Or just ends the invulnerability but you keep bleeding.
(I’m not saying all of these ideas should be implemented together)
I know I’m not the only one who was exited to get heartless but can’t actually make use of it. If anyone else has a good idea to fix this card lemme know.