Dylan rieder last words

Basically I might try to make a 200m wh base using mobile depots (gonna call them MDs from now on). In other words it would be a colony of MDs (I will be using frigs for size reasons). So if I put a few frigs in my “colony” then how could I protect it? Also I know this is a pipe dream just wondering about the defensive aspects of it. Please tell me if you have different ships I could use that would fit in MDs or another idea completley that isnt a citadel. Finally it will be a new account (1m sp bonus) and will be flying minmatar.

Flovoip was a Vloip of ten. That is, his body had ten separate, disconnected parts. Each part had its own eye, mouth, and wings. All the parts shared one mind. Some said the communication was by telepathy, some said by radio, and some said "What's the difference?"
Flovip was pleased with himself. He was always pleased with himself, but now more so than usual. He was almost ready to divide, and to become a Vloip of eleven. And then he would be only one division away from becoming a Vloip of 12, which was the pinnacle for a Vloip - it was as far as they ever divided. And since many never made it that far, it was considered an achievement - maybe even the height of being a Vloip.
With these pleasing thoughts running through his mind, Flovoip proceeded happily down the wide street, only to pull up short at the sight that one of his eyes saw.
There was a group of three sitting on a bench on the side of the street. There was a draco - a dragon-like creature from Centaurus IV. There was a lupus - an uplifted Terran wolf. And there was a human. A particular human. A human that Flovip knew, and remembered with no fondness. Flovip flapped his way over to the group, spreading out to surround it in an intimidating way.
"Jjjjonass Wattttsssson," Flovip said menacingly.
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Jonas was hanging out on the street, talking to a couple of people he had just met. Well, people wasn't quite the right word. Or did that word cover more than humans these days? Jonas wasn't sure. But he was enjoying talking to them, no matter what word you put on them.
Then Flovip the Vloip showed up and tried to look tough.
"Flovip," Jonas said. "You're looking better than the last time I saw you."
Flovip scowled from all ten of his mouths. But he proceeded to boast of being about to become a Vloip of eleven, and then of twelve, and then he was going to come after Jonas.
"Whenever," Jonas shrugged.
Flovip, seeing that he wasn't making much of an impression, scowled again, and flew off.
"Seems to think he's hot stuff," the lupus growled. "Why's he want to fight you?"
"He fought me once before, when he was a Vloip of six. He thought just being a Vloip made him hot stuff. I killed one of his parts and wounded two more. He thinks it will go better if he has more parts."
The lupus said, "That little thing? I could eat four of his parts before I even slowed down to chew."
"I am not very familiar with your kind," the draco said. "Do you prefer your meat raw, or well cooked?"
Both the human and the lupus stared at the draco. "Are the old human myths true, then? You can do fire?"
"Depends on the subspecies. Gold dracos can; green ones cannot."
"What does that thing attack with?" the lupus asked.
"It has a psionic attack, which doesn't do anything to humans because we aren't psionic at all. We can't even tell it's there." He stopped and looked curiously at the lupus.
The lupus understood the question. "we can hear it, but only a little bit. It's more annoying than anything."
The draco said, "We are psionic, and more strongly so than that annoying little pest. So a psi attack isn't going to do anything for him. What else does he have?"
"Just his teeth."
They both stared at Jonas. The draco asked, "He is going to try to chew you to death?"
"Well, with twelve mouths, he can hit me from a bunch of directions."
"Not if I eat four of them," the lupus growled.
"How long have we been sitting here?" the draco asked.
"Maybe twenty minutes."
"Yes. That Vloip does not notice that species like us pack-bond much faster than species like his can divide."

Hello again my fellow self-helpers,
Few days ago I wrote a post about the main lessons I learned in my mental journey starting from my lowest of low state to my current state. From my experience there's SO MUCH you can do for self help so my focus was on giving structure among the jumble mess of self help methods that are available. In broad terms, what works, and why? And so, what works best first, then second? Doing the wrong things at the wrong time will only 1. make things possibly worse in a cycle of negative self affirmation, 2. make you take much longer than needed and consequently 3. maybe even demotivate you, comfirming your believe that "It's just the way I am".
The post was recieved with positive aclaim, but with an overall feedback: it's way too damn long! You're on the internet, gotta keep people's attention span in mind ;) With that in mind, I'm now writing the summary of my summary.
!!! CRITICAL: Depending on the severity of your emotions and trauma, it's highly advised you try steps 3, 4 and 5 under the guidance of an expert. You may bring yourself to feel stuff you long repressed, only to not know how the handle the emotions and then be off worse. !!! But, at least you know what to ask your therapist, right?
(Step one and two are not processes but rather state of mind from which to work on. Let it sink in but don't get stuck on it.)
Step one: Acceptance of your own imperfection. It's okay.
Too many people I've talked to are ready to talk about the bad things that happen in their life but as soon as you start about their OWN role in the situation, they will get all defensive and maybe even antagonized. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone has bad experiences that colour their judgement of things and the way they act. Only if you accept this and what you have done in the past as fact, only then you are open minded enough to change. Otherwise, whatever you'll learn what could've helped you, you'll dismiss from your mind as soon as you leave the therapist, either from stubbornness or as a unconscious selfdefence reflex because you don't accept that yes, also you have weaknesses.
Step two: Accept your own agency and so reject victimhood.
Don't portrait yourself as the victim of the problems. Indirectly this means "How can I change it if it isn't my fault?" Too many people are stuck in victimhood where they blame all but themselves. Sure, there's moments where it's really not your fault, but then still it is up to you how you will react. Be ready to take responsibility of your (re)actions. If you don't, you will never accept advise from anyone. If you don't you will never change because why would you, if it's always other people?
I cannot stress enough that self-reflection is key for anyone who's willing to change !!!
Step three: grounding a.k.a. to get into contact with your feelings
'Grounding' yourself is a method of bringing yourself into contact with your body so your emotions. This is necessary for future steps. There's two kinds of emotions: first, the underlying emotions that are actually the root cause, and second, the way it manifests such as sadness, self-pity, self-loathing, anger. Make sure you're not in the latter because that's mopping the floor with the faucet open.
Step four: What do I feel and why?
Or in other words: the popular phenomena called Mindfulness and Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. What it boils down to is the focus on self-awareness, to get a good insight into your own emotions and how it subconsciously affects your daily life. I mean the emotions under the mask you're wearing. It's important to keep asking yourself WHY do I feel this? What underlying emotion or memories is there? Do this long enough and you'll likely come to one or two overarching insecurities. Likely this won't happen in one string of why's in one evening, but over a longer period of self reflection and 'oooooOOOOOOOooooh' moments.
Step five: Accept your past hurtful experiences. Process the associated emotions
This step comes apparently late, but not without reason. I suggest doing Somatic Experiencing and Fake Letter Writing as a way. But let me explain why this comes as step five. The thing is, how are you able to process your past trauma's if you've not fully mapped out what the root causes are? It won't do you much good to process 'that sad evening from last week'. No, why were you sad? Or lonely? What insecurity? What experience did you have that causes the insecurity? THAT's what you need to process.
See your body like an emotional hard drive. Everything that had an emotional impact on you, without expression, will be stored in your body, only to build up over time until you burst in emotional tantrums over the slightest of triggers. The two methods I mentioned are good ways to dig up repressed, unprocessed emotions. If you know what to dig up.
Step six: self improvement. Learn by doing. Train your subconsciousness by experience.
After you dealt with getting to know yourself intimately, after you managed to deal with painful experiences and their attached emotions, only then are you able to change. See it like this: you're on a stormy sea with wind and waves on all side and you're trying to change course. How much chance of succeeding will you have, how much effort must it take, only to be blown off course again later? Dramatic I know, but many people try to change while their insides are still jumbled up. I suppose it's possible if you have an iron grip on your discipline and put away all emotions. Fun robot life that'll be.
Check my sources for some helpful books on actual change. My focus is still to bring structure to your road. Anyway you probably want different things than me.
See the following link for a more complete story:
https://www.reddit.com/selfhelp/comments/144k1l1/from_depression_to_enjoying_life_my_tips_from_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3
Sources:
Mindfulness training, meditation guides, Chakra healing (whatever floats your boat, but it worked for me)
Fysiotherapist on youtube to work on posture (you'll be surprised). I recommend Body Fix Exercises channel. It's to the point and effective.
Therapies: EMDR, Cognitive behavioural therapy, Somatic Experiencing
MBTI guides on Personality Hacker. For me, understanding my type completely gave me much peace of mind
Books / audiobooks:
J. Peterson's 12 rules for life + many lectures on having a meaningful life. (whatever your stance or opinion on politics, his psychological knowledge is undeniable)
Lindsay C Gibson's Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents
M. Gladwell's Talking to Strangers
Mark Manson's The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck
Eckhart Tolle's The Power of Now

So this week makes the fourth month that I have moved away and outs of the living situation that I was in with my ex boyfriend. The first two months saw me going up to visit him weekly as we were still trying to work out our relationship while taking space apart from each other to better ourselves. Then around the ending of the second month of me having moved away we had a very big argument, and I decided that I needed to break up with him until he made the changes that I needed him to make... little did I know at the time that this would be a blessing for him. Since we broke up, I went up to visit him twice. even as friends we still said our I love yous. We’ve been together for so long, that he did truly become my best friend, and as most of us know when we enter a relationship, we tend to isolate ourselves from our friends groups, and our boyfriends become our main concern.. Also Covid hit and that just further exasperated that.. So slowly, but surely he started to drift apart the second time that I went to visit, and we haven’t even bigger fight.. So fast forward to two or three years ago When my ex-boyfriend overdosed on heroin in my bathroom of the apartment that we lived in together.., this saw me saving his life, CPR, mouth to mouth and calling 911 all while being traumatized, handling my ex-boyfriend’s now blue body… OK back to the second time I was up there, visiting him after we broke up: I said something like oh well I don’t like my roommates and you hate living with your parents, so why don’t we consider living together again after my lease ends. He looks at me while you were in a retail store and says to me “ oh, I would never live with you again.“ I got super offended because I’ve never really done anything like that to him, if anything, I’ve stood by him and supported him like no one has ever done for him in his life. I was almost playing a housewife’s role while working a full-time job, for this man. Thinking in the back of my head “ motherfucker I saved you and have permanent PTSD because of something you put me through, (which, by the way, I have never dared speak of as my experience, whenever we did briefly speak about it because he is the person that saw the lights and almost died and so I try to keep my experience of that day to my) still wanted to live with you, so what is it that I could’ve done that was so much worse than that you never wanna live with me again.. the only things that I ever did was hold him accountable and try to better him. Even though he cheated on me after he said to me that he wanted to close our originally open relationship so that we can work on each other and our relationship. This was a year ago when he said that to me not even a day later, he says to me that he thinks that it would be a good idea for us to have a threesome together. he obviously wanted more than just me. so he got online on Grindr and he started to look at the man on the grid and he said this one seems cute and pressed on his current boyfriend’s profile. I considered it because I loved him so much. I wanted to make him happy. I started also speaking to him on my Grindr, and we seem to be hitting it off. Even though he was cautious because he said that he was afraid to get involved with us in fear of causing drama. which now looking back is total fucking bullshit because that’s exactly what he did, and he manipulated his way into being a permanent fixture in my ex-boyfriend’s life. So after he said that he was probably not going to get involved with us because of drama him and my ex-boyfriend secretly slept together the very next night. I found out about this and had a full mental breakdown. as I laid crying on the kitchen floor. My ex-boyfriend lifted me by the shoulders, looked me in the eyes and said that he would never speak to him again if that’s what it would take for me to forgive him. he promised me hugged me told me everything would be OK that he was sorry. I decided to forgive him, even though it took a while. after that point, he had me under the impression that he was not speaking to this person at all. A few months later, or in the car on our way out of town when his caller ID on his car popped up this guys name. I immediately fell silent as he quickly fumbled to hang up his phone. He then had the goal in the audacity to ask me why I was silent the rest of the ride, shaking my thigh, asking me what’s wrong what’s wrong over and over again? I didn’t say anything our lease at our apartment was ending soon after which I had plans to move away and leave his manipulation lies gaslighting never owning up to anything behind me. Sadly, I was not in the financial position to do that so after our lease ended, I moved in with his parents with him and we were doing slightly better. then the fighting started again, and I made the decision that I was going to move, and I self like a room in a four bedroom apartment about 45 miles away, and I got it and I moved away. all it took was a few dozen miles.… Unfortunately I came to find out that they never stop speaking. they fooled me. I feel so much for trail from my ex-boyfriend, whom I never thought was capable of doing something like this. I believe that they both planned what ways would get me to break up with my ex-boyfriend fastest and they executed that plan together. in April, which was after me and my ex-boyfriend had that huge fight in the retail store. The last time I visited him ever I got a request from the guy on Facebook to message me. He said something towards the fact of him being really sorry that he ever got involved between me and my ex-boyfriend and that he wished that he could have stayed out of it so that he didn’t have to deal with my ex-boyfriend’s bullshit... I didn’t reply, but I did inform my ex-boyfriend to which he was screaming, yelling, threatening to go, beat him up and all of that.…. Little did I know that was the first indicator that they had a much deeper relationship then I knew of. I thought my ex-boyfriend wanted to go beat him up to stand up for me because of how much I’m contacting me or even hearing his name hurts me.…. But obviously I know now that that’s not true and the reason he was mad at him was because they had formed a real close relationship or they both were in on it... either way fast forward to two days ago when I got a call from my ex-boyfriend telling me that he was now dating this guy. and don’t be proud of him for doing the right thing as if he called me to inform me to be a standup guy he did it because not even three hours later they made it official on Facebook and put each other in their Instagram bios.. The man that refused to give me a monogamous relationship has the words “taken by @insertguysnmae and only him” in his bio….
How would you feel? Would you feel betrayed ?

Sorry this is a bit long.
I should probably keep this somewhat vague because I’m super paranoid somehow he’ll find me. But I don’t think he’d go on this sub.
I’ll preface this story by saying this situation has never happened to me before. As in I’ve never been hit on as an adult before. There were only a few traumatic moments where old men hit on me as a minor. That was super not fun. So usually if an older man even kinda “flirts” with me, even “jokingly” it can be triggering for me.
I’m not what you’d call “conventionally attractive” as I have a butch haircut, a very alt/gothic kinda appearance and such. But I do like really glam makeup and stuff. I’m definitely someone’s type and I’m bi so I don’t really care if I appeal to the average straight guy or not. I like the way I look. In the past, I was too socially anxious for bars or parties so I was never at a place to be hit on. I also used to weigh a ton more too, so that’s another explanation as to why. Mostly circumstances though. I’m 27 but I’ve been forever single due to many of my own issues I won’t get into.
So you can imagine how jarring what happened last week was for me.
I won’t say where but I took a little trip with my parents out of state to a casino and I was blowing my money on this machine when this guy around my age staggered over to me. Yes, staggered because this guy was SO DRUNK. Super duper drunk. had a cup in his hand and was slurring his words more than Drunk Uncle from Saturday Night Live.
To say this guy was a stereotypical weirdo dudebro would be an understatement. He wasn’t ugly but wasn’t my type. Just seriously this average Joe guy. Normally he might be very threatening, but my god. His demeanor was so creepy and off-putting. I should mention that I was wearing a band shirt when this happened and that was his opener. I’ll be calling him S and redacting stuff because again… I’m paranoid. This is approximately the conversation as well as I can remember.
S: “Excuse me, is that a [band name] shirt?”
Me: “Oh yeah it is!”
S: “Ahh that’s so cool. They are so fucking awesome.”
Me: “Yeah! They are.”
S: “It looks so good on you—you’re very beautiful by the way.”
Me: “Oh. Uh. Thank you…”
S: “So my name is S. I’m [30-something] and single. I have my own apartment and job and a motorcycle. And I want you on the back of my motorcycle.”
Me: “Uhh…”
S: “Yeah we could hang out and talk about [Band]. Aw man, Band is so fucking badass.”
[I try to get him to talk about Band and tell him what album cover is on my shirt. During this conversation if I say something he stops smiling and kinda squints his eyes at me and frowns. Super bizarre. I kinda get the feeling he likes to hear himself talk and that his super chill demeanor could flip if I’m not careful. Also, he was drunk and probably barely understanding me. After a minute he keeps trying to agree to going with him on his motorcycle at some point. “Hell to the No” on that, obviously.]
S: “I know. I know. You probably have a boyfriend…”
[Joining this sub and groups like this has taught me so many things that it felt like I was taking the test IRL. I know you never tell them you’re single. I consider just for a moment saying “Sorry, man, but I have a girlfriend. I like girls.” I do like girls since I’m bi, but then I remember hearing about these assholes that get angry about it and I think about how he’s already drunk and if he has any homophobia it could come out and I could be in danger.
So I just nod in agreement and say “yeah” implying I do indeed have a boyfriend. I think to myself “If he starts getting weirder I’m gonna describe my fake boyfriend as a 6 ft tall muscular marine with tattoos and say ‘he’s around here somewhere and just to warn you, and he’s the jealous type. He won’t like you talking to me.’ I didn’t even have to get that far though luckily.
S: “We could be friends though! We could hang out later.”
Me: “I live out of state.”
S: “Me too, man! I ride motorcycle everywhere. It’s cool. What’s your name?”
Me: [fake name that I came up with so fast it was scary lol]
S: “Ahhh, Fake Name. So nice to meet you, Fake Name. You could add me on Facebook.”
Me: “I don’t really do social media, man.”
S: “We could text!”
Me: “I don’t think so, man.” (I was so afraid he was gonna get angry and was thinking I might need to get security over there if things escalated. My heart was pounding.)
S: “That’s cool. I respect that. It was so nice to meet you, Fake Name, fellow Band fan. Band fucking rules! gives me the most awkward and drunken high five ever. You have a nice night and I hope you get a BIG JACKPOT!”
Me: “haha I don’t think that’s gonna happen but I’m trying.”
S: “I hope we meet again, Fake Name. Have a good night!” leaves to go back with his buddies who are on some other machine.
Me: frantically texts me mom to come find me
After this I met my parents and we immediately went to go cash out and this mf was semi following us. He was with his group of buddies and he wasn’t even looking at me, just walking towards to exit at the same time!!! I was severely creeped out and told my parents briefly there was a creepy guy. Luckily they didn’t end up leaving behind us and got distracted by something shiny across the room and went back inside. I was so weirded out by this because of his odd demeanor, his, persistence and Nice Guy vibes.
In all seriousness, this was a scary situation for me that I wasn’t prepared for. I know it won’t be the first time this will happen but I’d love to know if there’s anything I did wrong here. I feel proud of myself for standing my ground and now I feel like I have gained a lot of self esteem because I was able to reject him and not let him walk all over me and pressure me. I don’t owe him anything. Not my number, not my time, not anything. Too many red flags. This is not the way you go about “making friends.”
Sorry for the length. Thanks for reading.
TLDR; First time being hit on. Drunk guy hits on me then suggest we be “friends.” I give him a fake name and reject him. Luckily he didn’t get angry but it could’ve gone way worse.

I’ve been thinking the last few weeks about all the different kinds of rejection I have experienced in my life, from parents, friends, colleagues and men. Sly comments about my weight from colleagues, digs about my appearance from men and flat out insults from family and ex-friends.
No problem, these people are not in my life anymore but their words are. However, when I personally analyse myself without their opinions I agree with some things. Example, my weight (UK size 16/US 12), I’ve never had a flat stomach, I have a big chest (so nothing stands here and they lay flat on my stomach / saggy but not because they are heavy asf), no bottom etc. I could go on and it’s not me being mean to myself it’s just me stating facts. I’m 30, not married and the guy I was recently seeing has been slandering me on social media body shaming me. I’ve done nothing to him besides existing and being kind. He used me for sex, I’ve cried and I’m ready to move on. It’s hurtful because we slept together so his body shaming hits harder and it’s all he’s being speaking about on his lives for like a month. We have no contact now.
Anyway, I don’t think this is a low self esteem thing but I kind of get him and some of the men I dated. I don’t have kids, and my body looks like it has had them (please no offence) with the hanging stomach and stretch marks. My wax lady asks at least once a year and it’s annoying as hell. The truth is, I was SA’d multiple times so I was depressed for 1.5 decades and used food to cope. So no childhood, no parental figure to watch my eating unless they were shaming me. It’s not a sad post but I’m ready to make some changes. I bought a gym membership 2 months ago and I haven’t been. I’m so uninterested but I know I need to make serious changes for ME beyond my walks / Starbucks runs. I’m not watching my intake and have been losing but not sure how to go about this.
YES YES YES, I am in therapy. Please I am just looking for big sister advice on how to turn a negative to a positive. I know I have low self esteem but I’m saying I want to do something about it but have no willpower.

Hi everyone, testing Monday 6/12 and just got a 63% on the new free 120 (55/65/70). I did the old free 120 a week ago and got an 82%. Last NBME was a 65% (93% chance of passing). I’m a DO student and I took COMLEX last week and I feel okay about it, but I’m kinda freaking out. I don’t know if I’m burning out or I was really nervous the 1st block of the new Free 120.
Do I test or postpone? If I don’t test I’m probably just going to cancel and just try my luck with COMLEX. any kinds words/advice appreciated 🙂

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Louelle, Scout Specialist Technical Exterminator
Date [standardized human time]: August 31, 2136
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Limna was right where I left her. She was sitting hunched over the interface of our transportation vessel, and as we entered, she twitched her ear toward us.
- His sacrifice was in vain - she said in a somber tone, her slumped posture still facing the main holo. - They won’t even look at the evidence.
Within the corner of my vision, I saw Pilipin's face return to normal. Anger slowly washed away from his features, and instead confusion began to take its place. Perplexed, he signaled me with his tail to clarify. I took the hint and pointed my claw at the screens that displayed various camera feeds, and he quickly noticed that one with the feed from the meeting room camera was dark. He was also quick to add things up, and with this new realization, a spark of resentment flashed in his eye. With one hand, Pilipin slipped off the human-made colorful attire and considered its weight.
- Well then, why won’t you look at the evidence yourself! - He shouted and flung the dream catcher away, in the general direction of the female Venlil.
The moment she recognized Pilipin's voice, Limna quickly spun around in her chair to face us. Unfortunately, the offending rag caught her by surprise as it zipped past her and, with a muffled splat, landed right next to her.
- You’re alive! But we… what is this thing? - She started asking questions as her eyes flicked from Pilipin to the prismatic garment stuck to the bottom of the screen. - What happened? - Finally, Limna asked the question that actually mattered.
- First things first. Louelle, check if you can somewhat ‘burry’ our submission, preferably deep - Pilipin ordered and pointed the main terminal with his tail.
Without further ado, I went to the ship console to unceremoniously unseat the confused civilian. Limna, sensing what I was just about to do, scooted from her seat and observed as I reviewed the last snapshot of the message resync tool.
- And you! – Pilipin caught Limna's attention once more. - You will answer a very important question.
I got myself busy checking system registers but still overheard everything they were discussing.
- What translation method have you implemented for the conversation with the savage? - he asked with the utmost self-control.
- The t-text t-translation for both sides was managed by the built-in Dict-o-box. It-t was managed by your own holopad with an updated human language library - she responded after a moment of thought. - I found out the app defaults to that option when it detects latency spikes, or in our case, when I proxied your conversation, so…
- Defaults from what – Pilipin caught a detail, and I had to stop my work to listen to Limna's answer.
- You have to understand that the conversation through the app is not E2EE – she started going more into technical details while Pilipin went back to retrieve his holopad from the cabinet. - It goes through a third party monitor, in our case, me, and an online context broker for some fancy smart functionality.
- Stuff me and hand me over to the Grays – I groaned and covered my face in my claws, shocked by the information she omitted about such a crucial component in her ‘hack’.
- Excuse me? - she asked at a loss from my reaction.
- Dealing with languages without a translation model Dict-o-box communicates with its servers to provide information to update or create that model, in response, it receives a frame of reference data – I stated the obvious. - Pilipin, do you remember the screw ups with the first Yotul recruits, sir? - I asked Pilipin as he came back with his holopad in hand. He groaned and winced as probably memories of the fuck-ups those backwater primitives caused flooded his mind.
- Well, it looks like now I’m on the opposite end of the shit sitck – he commented about his situation and motioned with his tail for Limna to come with him.
- Alright. Louelle, you do you, and Limna, you’re coming with me. As I understand it, this context translation function works fine on verbal translation implants, right? - Pilipin asked her, and I didn’t hear a yes, but right after the question, he continued. - Great, we’ll have a quick voice-to-text experiment in the back, and then, considering the output, I’ll decide what to do next - the sound of closing sleeping cabin doors was what I heard next.
Right, let’s focus back on the report.
Logs cleared. Registers overridden. I left no trace of sending anything from this shuttle. Now to login with my credentials, and maybe I’ll even be able to revoke the predator attack report completely before it gets processed further down the pipeline.
Where in deep hell is it? Why is there no ID with the right time signature? It was automatically rejected? Why?
I reread the automatic reply in my mind, as this was the first time I saw this kind of flag attached to a report.
Now this is just treason.
The line was supposed to take into consideration all signs and reports of predatory behavior, but judging from the reply attached to it, that policy has recently changed.
"Due to the increasing amount of false positive sightings and reports of human ‘true nature’ all new submissions regarding human predatory behaviors have been temporarily suspended. We suggest rereading the ministerial pamphlet ‘Social predators and you’ on human conduct and practices or trying to consult the issue on your holopad with a dedicated human volunteer to resolve the problem."
Kicking back in the chair, I loosen up and let my mind wander.
That’s one problem out of mind, but damn. You can’t even file a formal complaint against them. This is it! The conquerors must be bribing the corrupt and tricking the single-minded, if not to eat them, then surely to slowly subjugate and enslave the Venlil population.
Lost in my musings, I faintly noticed the stifled laughs and shouting coming from the cabin until the door flung open to the side.
- NO! I don’t believe it! I don’t want to! - Pilipin was shouting as he exited the small cabin, gripping his holopad tightly in his hand, while Limna giggled, her laughter emanating from the inside.
Oooh, he’s really pissed.
The officer's short cut fur was standing up on its ends; you could see the gray, undyed undercoat poking from underneath. His tail was low and lashing, restlessly bouncing from end to end of the metal doorframe. Face orange with embarrassment and rage, eyes frantically looking for something to set on down finally stopped on me.
- Just... tell... me – he stated, huffing with rage. - You somehow managed to 'unexist' the report completely.
- Ye-s. It was… it has been dealt with – I replayed, not bothering to explain and enrage him further.
- Great. That’s a good thing. One good thing – he repeated, slowly cooling his emotions. - The camera room footage? - Pilipin asked while walking to my station.
Flicking the security app back to life made the feed appear on the second screen beside me… the one that got slightly obstructed by the rainbow garment stuck to its surface.
NOPE! I’m not touching that. Not now, not ever.
In the room, there was a lone Sivkit in a janitor uniform, sitting in an office chair similar to the one I was in. Judging from his posture, it was evident he wasn’t cut for the job, as he was drifting into sleep from time to time, bobbing his head up and down as the urge to take a nap got the better of him.
- Competent as the pair we met before – I murmured, resisting the urge to check the clinic feed. - It seems the footage is stored locally and deletes itself after a few rotations.
Fiddling and scrolling past the system logs back by date and not finding anything older than two standard cycles confirmed my suspicions that the station had limited storage space for recordings.
- I think it’s best we leave it alone and let it remove itself. Our meddling would draw further unwanted attention – I continued my thoughts to Pilipin as he watched the substitute operator's ineptitude to do his job proficiently with visible relief.
- Alright. Let’s just hope this won’t come back and bite us in the rear - he concluded. - That leaves us with only one problem remaining – he added, leaning on the console and crossing his arms over his chest. - The one waiting for us outside.
- Oh, come on! - Limna suddenly materialized behind me, shouting her opinion. - You’re going to dump him after you get the best lick of your life only because he doesn’t fit your narrative?
Glancing at my colleague, I was certain to find him infuriated again by that statement, but instead he got lost in his reverie, brooding at her words and glancing in the direction of the bulkhead doors.
You can’t be serious?!
- Well, I do have to confess that, for me, he did pass the empathy test… orally. – Pilipin then took a deep breath, probably ready to surrender further to his temptations, but instead his features suddenly changed.
It was clear as daylight that the Venlil officer had figured something out, and soon he shared his idea with newfound confidence.
- Alright, Joe said he wants some good time? I’ll show him some good time – said the trapper exterminator as a mischievous smile crept on his face. - I’ll give him the best time of his life. In return, we’ll have the opportunity to see his true colors and maybe gain access to some of the restricted data on humans.
That was a solid argument to keep the predator close despite the dangers it would carry. When working with humans at the space port, the translator's notifications were often labeled not safe for life or restricted. Some of the information that crept up during their conversations that the translator software picked up was even fully censored, or access to it was strictly denied.
- Pilipin, after all of this, do you seriously still think they are some kind of evil conquerors? - Limna asked, her shoulders slumped and her tail slightly cocked in disbelief.
- In one way or another...– he replied, and started to tap something on his holo.
A moment passed in silence as we were waiting for him to further expand on his statement. Instead, we were startled by the sound of metal scraping against metal, which was immediately followed by a loud thumping on the shuttle doors.
- The handle won’t budge! – A muffled, low growl emanated from the outside.
- Leave the handle alone! It’s for emergency use only! - shouted Pilipin, who rushed to assist by opening the door from the inside.
The officer pushed the big red button next to the entrance and almost immediately jumped away from a brown mass that assaulted him the moment they opened. I was too surprised to move, but Limna scampered back to the cabin, tripping on the raised doorstep and tumbling inside. The other thing that soon tumbled through, although a different pair, was Joe. Having the unfortunate benefit of watching all of this unfold from the comfort of a seated position, I observed the meat eater flop on top of his enormous backpack face-first.
- I suggest we tie him up for the trip – I stated my concerns as the clumsy excuse of a predator regained his composure and started lifting himself off the floor. – For safety reasons – I quickly added as Joe's gaze settled on me with killing intent.
- Is rope bondage just a big friendship bracelet for your kind, or is this just you? – Joe humored my concerns and started checking his traveling duffle, probably for any rips and tears.
- Ha hah ha! Go ahead, officer, cuff him. You’ll just get him more horny – Limna added her own criticism, peaking her ears from the cabin.
- Enough! All of you! - Pilipin ended our dispute before it would even begin and motioned with his tail for his acquaintance to come out. - Joe, this is Limna. Limna, that’s Joe.
Although I dislike being the butt of someone's jokes, the female Venlil came out relaxed from this short exchange of humor. Still, she approached with her ears perked up and pointed to the dangerous predator in front of her.
- Hi. Joseph Savage, or Joe for short – he spoke and hunched over, stretching his hand forward.
- H-h-hello. Limna... – she introduced herself in return, unsure what to do with the human appendage practically shoved in her face.
- That’s a human greeting – I threw my experience in, probably saving her from any faux pas before she would come to any stupid conclusions... like maybe licking it. - You’re supposed to shake it.
She then proceeded to grip it with both of her hands and shake it in all directions.
Close enough.
- Great, now Limna here works in the PID. She will register you with the Magestratta. For the time being, your address of permanent residence will be assigned to my flat. She will handle the required paperwork on our way back – Pilipin reviled his plan. - Just follow Limna to the cabin and be a good predator. Don’t try anything stupid, you hear? - he added, pointing his finger to the predator's face.
- Sure thing, I remember orientations. Rule 8 includes ‘no petting without consent’ – Joe apologetically replied while Limna blushed orange on her face. - Although I thought it applied to different kinds of petting.
- The… WHAT? - Limna voiced her concerns, embarrassed by the lewd definitions the translation implant bombarded her vision with.
- That’s rule 73 for you – the predator quipped, quickly blinking with one eye at the female Venlil.
The human straightened himself, looked down upon the Venlil pair in front of him, and shook his head from side to side, letting out a small chuckle.
- Before I met my chew toy here in person, I thought you just didn’t like scritches. Now I think the guidelines have more to do with you keeping your dignity and not leaving an embarrassing snail trail on every pet person's lap you meet than…
- OUT! Git! - the officer yelled, his face orange with rage and embarrassment, not wanting to hear more about the depravity of his kind. - Go and fill out the bumfodder! - He shouted, probably not wanting to face more of the predator's lewd claims.
- Alright, alright! No need to go into super cheeto mode for this – Joe quickly came back on his comedy act – Ok, let's go fill them out.
We eyed the human being led to the cabin by Limna and felt relief as we soon heard the bureaucrat's first-line support interview questions.
Seething from the insult toward their kind, Pilipin walked back to the ship doors and closed them, pushing the button with a little more force than was normally required.
- Let’s go home, Louelle – he said with a sigh. - I need a cold shower.
I’m all for that, sir...
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INFO:

1. I found an engine, yay!
2. The series will continue somewhere in July under a different name. I heard there is a post for writers on this Discord app, so I'll have to check it out before committing more to it.
3. I'll like to thank Quill bot for grammar checks, KoboldAI for assistance in writing, TavernAI for a place where I could talk to Pilipin, Limna, Louelle, and all the other characters, and most importantly, this NSFW community for their patience and understanding. Without your comments, I would just keep their adventures on my drive, never to be seen by anyone.

PART 1 — The King’s Problem
The King did not know empathy.
If he saw somebody in pain, he felt nothing. If he watched a child cry, he felt nothing. And if he saw an injured bird on the road, he would press the sole of his boot on top of it without a second thought.
This was just as he governed.
The people lacked food, yet the King felt nothing. And did nothing. For in his palace, he had all the food he would ever need.
The people lacked medicine, yet the King felt nothing. And did nothing. For in his palace, he had all the medicine he would ever need.
The people lacked education, yet the King felt nothing. And did nothing. For in his palace, he had all the books and scholars he would ever need.
In his palace built entirely of solid gold, he was the most powerful King in all the land.
But the King had a problem. One thorn in his side. One little nuisance that kept him awake at night.
From nowhere, a man had appeared. His name: Rohe
Rohe spoke atop a platform in the streets to the people. He spoke of the unjust nature of The King’s rule, of the palace made of solid gold and the endless luxuries stored within it.
Rohe blamed the King for the hunger the people had suffered. And he blamed the King for the deaths of brothers, sisters, children, mothers and fathers due to the lack of medicine.
And finally, Rohe told the people to rise up against the King, storm the palace of solid gold and take back control of their food, their medicine and their land.
Worst of all, to the King’s terror, the people had begun to support Rohe. In the streets, Rohe would draw thousands of supporters. “Freedom for the people” they would chant in unison.
The King was utterly furious. How dare these low-born peasants chant such things. How dare these stupid, ignorant and inferior men even consider stealing his rightfully owned riches.
Something had to be done.
Not knowing what to do, he spoke to his 3 most trusted advisors.
The first advisor suggested he have Rohe killed.
The second advisor suggested he have Rohe thrown in jail.
The third advisor, the most cunning and mischievous of the 3, disapproved of the plans of the first 2 advisors. Killing him or throwing him in jail, he explained, would encourage the crowds still further.
Instead, he suggested something different entirely. He suggested they turn the people against Rohe.
“How?” asked the King curiously. “How can we turn the people against him”?
The third advisor adjusted the large, rounded glasses that lay on top his big, crooked nose and grew a mischievous smile. “Why the newspapers, of course.”
PART 2 — The Third Advisor
The lands had hundreds of different newspapers, but only 3 main ones, which were by far the most widely read.
The people believed these newspapers to be run by well-meaning people who aimed to tell them honestly of the goings-on throughout the world.
The truth was different.
While it was made to appear that these newspaper were run independently, they were in fact controlled by the King himself. Whenever the King needed, he could control everything that was written inside one of the 3 main newspapers.
The King granted the cunning third advisor the task of turning the people against Rohe. And so, the third advisor began his research:
To his dismay, he found Rohe to be perfect. A true hero.
Through his research, he discovered several things about Rohe:
- He had a loving wife and two young children.
- He had grown up poor and had managed to create a little bit of wealth through hard work on his farm.
- He was strong, with big, bulging muscles and a handsome face.
- On his farm worked 10 white men and 2 black men, all of whom he treated with great kindness and respect.
- He was rarely at home with his family. He was always working, helping at the local school or in the streets doing his speeches.
Upon finishing his research, a crooked smile crept upon the face of the third advisor. He adjusted his spectacles and muttered to himself.
“This is all I need…”
PART 3 — The Article
Rohe — The People’s Hero Or Attention Seeking Conspiracy Theorist?
Rising from an obscure background, Rohe the so-called “Hero” has ballooned in popularity in recent months. Everywhere he goes, commotion follows; drawing crowds of thousands of worshipping fans who hang on every word he says.
He has been reported bellowing his ideology in Lockwood, Brimshore, Farmsdale and even as far as Watershire. It seems as though Rohe is a mastermind at drawing the attention of others. Where does this attention go? Well, to himself of course. With his handsome dark hair and muscular physique, public image is seemingly the fuel that Mr Rohe feeds on. ‘
“He’s come from God! He’s like God himself!” exclaimed one of his fanatic supporters as we interviewed them.
Mr Rohe’s main message seems to be against the King himself; spouting obscure claims such as “The King is keeping all the food for himself while the people starve!”, he cried into a crowd in Lockwood last week. Of course, this isn’t a new line of thought, with other such violent figures as “John the Terrorist” and the now proven liar and fraud Christopher Whittle.
Experts tend to agree that the food hardship some are currently facing is due to a series of unfortunately poor harvests as well as changing whether conditions. We asked the lead food resource advisor in the kingdom for his opinion on the matter. “We’ve heard this all before” he said while holding back a laugh, “Mr Rohe is just parroting the same old conspiracy theories we hear every year”.
While Mr Rohe screams non-stop of the riches of others, his own wealth has been quietly building. Donations from his fanatic supporters have allowed him to purchase a second piece of farmland on top his already wealthy estate. Unsurprisingly, his workforce consists of almost entirely white men with a mere handful of coloured workers throughout his farms.
We travelled to Mr Rohe’s farm and spoke with his wife, who told us “We as almost never see him! He’s constantly on the road. He pops by to see the kids and check on the farm every week or so”. It seems as though it’s difficult to pay close attention to your family when you’re so busy drawing attention to yourself in the streets.
Mr Rohe’s fans seem to admire him deeply, but such adoration can turn nasty. His most extreme supporters have abused, harassed and on one occasion physically assaulted Mr Rohe’s critics. “His fans are relentless”, says well-known critic Johnathon Adams. “The harass me day and night and have even threatened to attack me.
While Mr Rohe does not endorse such violent behaviour, he does not exactly deter it either. He describes the King as “evil” and “corrupt” and once stated that “sometimes the power of the fist is necessary”.
Mr Rohe’s rhetoric seems to attract all kinds of unsavory characters; the aforementioned “Jack the Terrorist” as well as well-known woman beater Joseph Smith have both stated their support for Mr Rohe.
In the end, the key to Mr Rohe’s appeal is also his greatest weakness. He wants to be the man who knows everything and can explain everything. But his arguments are riddled with conspiracy theories and crude distortions of the truth.
Even so, his critics will have a tough time. Mr Rohe’s wave of popularity is unlikely to come crashing down any time soon.
PART 4 - Problem Solved
A year had passed, and over the months the third advisor wrote countless similar articles and published them in the 3 main newspapers.
To his and the King’s delight, their plan had worked flawlessly.
Support for Mr Rohe began to wane. Many began to accuse Mr Rohe as being a racist. Others claimed he was mistreating his wife. Most began to be see Mr Rohe as somebody not to be taken seriously.
The people started feeling a sense of distrust and dislike towards Mr Rohe deep in their stomachs. They didn’t know exactly why they felt this way, but felt it they did.
Something had switched inside their minds. They began to see everything Mr Rohe did through a negative lens. His previously heroic speeches now seemed shrill and childish. His impressive physique and sharp jaw now seemed vain and self-centred. And his claims about The King and what was really inside his palace made of solid gold now had doubt cast upon them. Some still believed Mr Rohe, some thought him to be exaggerating, most simply threw their hands up in confusion and forgot all about it.
When Mr Rohe made a speech on the streets, many rolled their eyes at his crazy supporters. And with growing frequency, an opposing group of protesters would appear and shout over him. They made claims that Mr Rohe was a racist, and they made jokes about the 2 farms Mr Rohe owned.
The King’s problem had been solved.
The third advisor became one of the King’s closest confidantes and was allowed access to many of the luxuries inside the palace: food, women and anything else he could possibly dream of.
As for the people, their lives steadily got worse and worse. Their food supplies dwindled, medicine became rare to find and the people became sadder, more depressed and more desperate. Despite this, most accepted their situation as “the way life is”, while others blamed God for their misfortune.
One day, another man began to make speeches on the streets against the King. His name: Varios. The people had begun to call him their “Savior”.
The King passed his pen over to the third advisor. “Ready?”
The third advisor grew a wicked grin.
“Of course”

Hi I'm op friend the same friend who was in the meeting with Angel, op post the story on his main reddit account and that's why i am aware of his post. I hope that my side of the story will give you some clarifications. I will try to arrange the events to make things easier for you to understand what happened. I will call op Arun this is not his real name.
Before I begin, please do not blame religion. Religion has nothing to do with the actions of his parents. I am a Muslim,Angel and her dad are Christians, and we did not abandon him. They represent themselves, not their religion. Please be open minded.
Some background:
Arun and Angel's were raised together, Even after their parents stop being friends, Arun and Angel's friendship remained the same. Me and his ex became their friends later in life.
When Arun was nine years old, his parents left the house and left him and his sister in the care of a family member. That family member assaulted Aruns sister when Arun was a sleep. When Aruns parents saw the bruises on her body, the relative accused Arun and said that he was the one who did that to her, most of them did not believed her at that time. Unfortunately, his sister suffered alot she was a infant when the assault happened and she almost died, Arun blamed himself a lot for not being there for her. Angel told me although his parents did not say they blamed him but the implication was there, his parents became cold and distances to him.
Arun will tell you that this story has nothing to do with what happened later, because his parents did not tell him bluntly that they do doubt his innocence, even when the implication was there, Arun would continue to defend and give them excuses because he himself did not want to believe that his parents hated him for something he did not do.
for years Arun tried to be recognized by his parents, he managed to repair his relationship with them a little bit in the last 1-2 years before he was disowned.
Arun's ex knew all of this,and no one could convince me that he made the same accusation by mistake. he knew what he was doing, the 3 of us saw first hand how his parents act I would not surprised if he did this to take revenge on Arun for leaving him when his dad saw them.
When he was kick out in 2018 he was anything but stable, as you all read in his story he needed to be rushed to the hospital, I wasn't there when this happened but Angel told me when her dad told him about the rape allegations he started crying and tried to hurt himself, luckily they managed to stop him until the paramedics arrived. When he was discharged from the hospital,uncle introduced him to his friend, the lawyer who took Aruns case (don't get me wrong Arun still needed to pay him)
Unfortunately, Arun's mental health continued to decline and he made devastating decisions. He kept cutting himself. He cut off his friends/family who tried to help him. He tried to leave everything and run. But the decision that completely destroyed him was dropping the family name after his parents sent a letter telling him they disavowed him and dsinheritance...etc They ordered him to drop the family name, otherwise they will file a lawsuit against him to drop it. Now let me tell you, there is no law in India that gives the parents the right to disown their kid's that way we told Arun this, but he wasn't listening to us, he was convinced that they could do this. He told me that he would prefer to drop his name quietly rather than popularly and risk being outed more as a bisexual man. after he dropped his name he was a shadow of himself, he was in and out the hospital for 3 years, luckly he managed to pull himself together in the 4 year but he was still taking alot of medicines.
At the beginning of 2023, Arun began to see someone, we where co-workers and they met through me, they weren't official or anything, but he was a single father, in my opinion this is important information for what will come later.
Although Arun changed his phone number, his parents managed to reach him. Unfortunately, Arun did not inform us when they contacted him. I learned from reddit, when I saw his post in his main account, I tried to contact him, but he did not respond to me,fortunately he called me shortly, He was surprised that i know about this he told me he thought he was using his throwaway account. I was horrorfield when I learned that he was planning to go alone to his parents house but said that alot of people on reddit thought it was a bad idea.
Everyone was against this meeting. Us the lawyer, his psychiatrist, but he insisted on going. I know that many of you will blame us for not stopping the meeting, but you must understand that Arun was going to meet his parents, whether we went with him or not, we cannot stop him.
When we arrived at the lawyer's office, Arun was panicking. The lawyer told him, If he did not calm down he would never accepted supervising the meeting. After some medication Arun calmed down a bit, and we started the meeting.
The meeting was downright chaotic when his parents admit his sister is alive. The meeting turns into a screaming match between them. Arun's dad said that Arun should understand that it is hard for them to accept their son has been accused twice, and that they need to distance themselves from Arun in order to accept that the allegations were not true. We tried to calm Arun down and keep his parents away from him as much as possible, but his dad continued to say things that I cannot repeat here. The meeting ended with Arun collapsing on the ground. I do not know if it happened because of the medicine he took before the meeting or because he was shocked that his parents suspect that Arun had a hand in what happened to his sister.
Considering his self harm history he was hospital for a while, when he wake up he didn't remember much which wasn't uncommon for him. The person that Arun was seeing called me and told me that he tried to reach out to Arun, but he did not answer. When I told him that Arun was in the hospital, he panicked and told me that he had received harassing messages and ask me if Arun received them to me to. I know this is not in my place, and I know that I am a bad friend, but I told everything. He is father for a 3 year old he needs to know if his live is in danger. After I told him, he told me not to tell Arun about the messages he had received, and that he would continue to support Arun from afar, to give him credit he did stick with his word.
After Arun was discharged from the hospital, he finally understood the danger of his situation with his father, and he called the cops and told them the lie his parents told him, and that he felt his sister was in danger. Unfortunately, he was right. We don't know why the took her but, we do not live in America. The police will not take your child from you because you scream at them. You must be a very special person for the Indian cops to take your kid away from you. After they took his sister, Arun told the lawyer that he wanted to request a protection from his family. Some family members told him his grandma is sick but we found out it was a another lie.
After a month or so Arun lawyer received a letter from Arun sister, but due to the psychiatrist's strict instructions he didn't read to Arun, unfortunately the silence didn't last long because one of the family member got in a altercation with Arun, Arun isn't a violent person but for the first time he responds violently to anyone, it was out of character for him. We did not get a clear answer to why Arun parents contact him, but I bet all my money that this was supposed to be an honor killing. They abandoned him for five years and did not help him or ask about him, knowing that their son was suffering from mental health problems, they did not show up until after Arun showing signs of moving forward with his life, and he began to see another guy who had a child. If they wanted him to be part of his potential family, they would not lie about his sister's death, and they would not insisted that Arun meet at their home. I think that the only reason that made them agree to the lawyer meeting was to give Arun a false sense of security, and when they saw that Arun could not walk all over him like in the past they lost it on him.
It doesn't matter what their intentions anymore, they won they got what they wanted Arun took his life on the end of May.

this is not the first time ive taken shrooms, but the first time i tripped. i took them once before, august of last year. i just went home and passed out, no hallucinations.
my buddy came over one night with a big bag. he said there was around 7g in it. we were mindlessly chompin down on them while we were talking and i realized i had ate way too much for my first time. i had around 3.5g - 4g, we think. i didnt freak out immedately, i just kind of sat there and accepted it. we went to dollar general and i didnt feel anything yet, about 30 minutes after taking. i just felt a "standard high", like if you were smoking weed.
after we got back home, we were chillin in my bed and they started hitting, i was just laughing a shitton with him and taking videos of him. after a while he said he had to go and panic started setting in, i walked him outside to his car and was like, "oh fuck, hes leaving, im gonna be alone." i had a brief breakdown outside and was grabbing onto the wall. i went back inside though like nothing happened and immedately went to my room.
i just chilled with my led lights on, i didnt think to put any music on. after 5 minutes or so, i started freaking out again, uncontrollably crying. i immedately called my boyfriend because i was unsure what to do. he has no experience with any drugs, nor tripsitting, but wanted to be there with me.
immedately in the first 5 minutes of the call i was switching from uncontrollable crying to laughter, in an instant, no way to control it. thats when my mom started to get worried. she yelled from her room, "why are you crying?" and as soon as i opened my door to respond, i started laughing to the point where i had to hold my sides. she just gave me a weird look and brushed it off.
my mom was very much so a partier in her days, so i feel like she knew, i dont really care lol. she's okay with it as long as im in a safe and controlled environment.
that's when it started getting really bad. i sat back on my bed and started freaking out about my mom knowing. i kept asking my boyfriend "do i look normal? does she know? i think she knows." and kept crying over it. like i said, she literally doesnt fucking care. but i was extremely worried. the crying continued for a solid 2 hours, and i came out with a lot of shit that i hadn't told anyone, how my perception of myself was warped, and then i was like "im gonna stop vaping," broke all my vapes, etc. how social media destroyed my life, and i went on this "self-recovery" little rant, temporarily deleted all my social media, and cut off a lot of people.
in the last hour before i came down, i hung up on my boyfriend without a word and went on tiktok. i just mindlessly scrolled without even processing what i was watching. the hallucinations were bad, i closed my eyes for what seemed like hours but it had only been like 5 minutes. think of like, those mandala stencils. everything looked like that.
eventually i did come down, apologized to everyone, reactivated my socials, and tried to unfuck my life lol. it was a really embarrassing experience but i do admit i felt a bit sad as i was coming down. for the next 5-6 hours i couldnt look at my face too much or it started warping, which i didnt really get. it broke out my eczema majorly, but i couldnt tell if that was from the crying, or the actual shrooms. it took me quite a long time to recover, like 5-6 days.
anyways, thanks for reading. reminder for myself: dose correctly, dumbass.

When is baby due?
Dec 6th, but she thinks she'll probably give birth 1st week of Nov.
Do you know what you're having?
Yes, they're planning on uploading the reveal next week.
Have doctors told you to not get pregnant & abstain from having kids?
No, they've never been told it's too dangerous. She is high risk due to the 2 blood clotting disorders, so they have extra steps they need to follow while she's pregnant. The health issues she had a couple of years ago were due to COVID, not related to pregnancy. Erin's health is their top priority.
Have you found a good doctor in Florida?
Finding a new doctor was their biggest concern when she found out she was pregnant. They found a great practice, Erin says it's one of the top 10 in the USA. They are very happy with the high risk specialist they've seen, who looked at her records & seemed surprised she was able to get pregnant again.
Why was this pregnancy a "surprise"? Why is this a "miracle baby"?
She only has a 1/3rd of her left ovary. Her hormones were "out of wack" for awhile after the surgeries & she a doctor that specializes in hormones to help balance them. They did an egg count & she has the equivalent of what a 48-50 year old woman would have & is considered pre-menopausal. They assumed that Finley would be their last & they got rid of all of their baby clothes/supplies when they moved to Florida. Kelly recently sent Erin about 15 maternity dresses, since she didn't have any.
Have you come up with a name for the baby?
Erin made a huge list of boy & girl names that are "the most unique" (Chad's words). They haven't picked an exact name, but will announce soon.
How are you feeling & what does life look like lately?
Erin does a much as she can, but she knows her body & limits. Chad helps out a lot. They say Brooklyn has become a 'little mother' and is asking to learn how to cook. Carson has also 'stepped up to the plate.' The kids all ask how they can help. Chad says Erin is a hero. Then they talk about Chad & Erin Co bullshit, idc enough to summarize that.

I'm so so worried. I took my T1D 13 year old son (T1D for 12 years) to his Endocrine appointment on Wednesday, he saw a different doctor than usual because we had to reschedule his appointment. She asked if I had got a call about his most recent labs, I said no. She then told me his urine albumin/ creatinine ratio was elevated (540) and he needed to be retested. My son left a sample before we left. She called with the results yesterday and he was at 718. He is being referred to a kidney clinic. I had look up his previous lab results and he was at 48 in Oct 2019, his doctor had called and wanted him retested, said if they remained elevated he would probably be put on ace inhibitors. I took him in the next morning and his levels were normal. In November 2020 he had his annual labs, he was at 478. I recieved no call, I got no follow up. In Dec. 2021 he had his labs again and it came back undetectable, which could point to normal or could point to diluted. The national kidney Institute has this really good visual on how to check for microalbiumia in diabetics. I attached a couple charts along with his labs. It is standard to retest a high value. If 48 was significant enough for a retest, why was 478 not?!?! I called the endo nurse line and politely spoke to her about my concerns. She was worried there may an issue and the nurse said she would page the endo on call. The endo I spoke to chose her words very carefully and I dont think she was giving me a straight answer. She said the kidneys look good in the blood BUN and creatine test, and everything is fine. She said they followed up, and I brought up the 2020 reading. She said she is looking at the labs for the first time and to call my doctor to ask questions. My gut is telling me she is covering the other doctors butt. It looks like my son may have not micro but MACROALBUMINURIA and from what I have read that can be pretty signicant. I want to talk to a kidney doctor. Everything online about his numbers is looking bad. Should I go to a different doctor, the ER? Or am I being unreasonable? My cousin just lost 10% of her kidney function last month so this is all freaking me out. Also want to note, the 2019 abnormal lab was updated into his visit summary, which can be accessed online. It talked about following up with another test. His summary from the abnormal nov. 2020 labs was NEVER update neither was were the FEB 2023 labs that were also abnormal. I am fearful that if we had seen his regular doctor this past visit, it would have been caught even much later. I don't think his doctor reviewed his yearly labs. I NEED to get my son the care he deserves. Please help! I don't trust his endo office right now and I don't know what to do! I'm scared. https://imgur.com/a/yr9NoIQ

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PART 1 — The King’s Problem
The King did not know empathy.
If he saw somebody in pain, he felt nothing. If he watched a child cry, he felt nothing. And if he saw an injured bird on the road, he would press the sole of his boot on top of it without a second thought.
This was just as he governed.
The people lacked food, yet the King felt nothing. And did nothing. For in his palace, he had all the food he would ever need.
The people lacked medicine, yet the King felt nothing. And did nothing. For in his palace, he had all the medicine he would ever need.
The people lacked education, yet the King felt nothing. And did nothing. For in his palace, he had all the books and scholars he would ever need.
In his palace built entirely of solid gold, he was the most powerful King in all the land.
But the King had a problem. One thorn in his side. One little nuisance that kept him awake at night.
From nowhere, a man had appeared. His name: Rohe
Rohe spoke atop a platform in the streets to the people. He spoke of the unjust nature of The King’s rule, of the palace made of solid gold and the endless luxuries stored within it.
Rohe blamed the King for the hunger the people had suffered. And he blamed the King for the deaths of brothers, sisters, children, mothers and fathers due to the lack of medicine.
And finally, Rohe told the people to rise up against the King, storm the palace of solid gold and take back control of their food, their medicine and their land.
Worst of all, to the King’s terror, the people had begun to support Rohe. In the streets, Rohe would draw thousands of supporters. “Freedom for the people” they would chant in unison.
The King was utterly furious. How dare these low-born peasants chant such things. How dare these stupid, ignorant and inferior men even consider stealing his rightfully owned riches.
Something had to be done.
Not knowing what to do, he spoke to his 3 most trusted advisors.
The first advisor suggested he have Rohe killed.
The second advisor suggested he have Rohe thrown in jail.
The third advisor, the most cunning and mischievous of the 3, disapproved of the plans of the first 2 advisors. Killing him or throwing him in jail, he explained, would encourage the crowds still further.
Instead, he suggested something different entirely. He suggested they turn the people against Rohe.
“How?” asked the King curiously. “How can we turn the people against him”?
The third advisor adjusted the large, rounded glasses that lay on top his big, crooked nose and grew a mischievous smile. “Why the newspapers, of course.”
PART 2 — The Third Advisor
The lands had hundreds of different newspapers, but only 3 main ones, which were by far the most widely read.
The people believed these newspapers to be run by well-meaning people who aimed to tell them honestly of the goings-on throughout the world.
The truth was different.
While it was made to appear that these newspaper were run independently, they were in fact controlled by the King himself. Whenever the King needed, he could control everything that was written inside one of the 3 main newspapers.
The King granted the cunning third advisor the task of turning the people against Rohe. And so, the third advisor began his research:
To his dismay, he found Rohe to be perfect. A true hero.
Through his research, he discovered several things about Rohe:
- He had a loving wife and two young children.
- He had grown up poor and had managed to create a little bit of wealth through hard work on his farm.
- He was strong, with big, bulging muscles and a handsome face.
- On his farm worked 10 white men and 2 black men, all of whom he treated with great kindness and respect.
- He was rarely at home with his family. He was always working, helping at the local school or in the streets doing his speeches.
Upon finishing his research, a crooked smile crept upon the face of the third advisor. He adjusted his spectacles and muttered to himself.
“This is all I need…”
PART 3 — The Article
Rohe — The People’s Hero Or Attention Seeking Conspiracy Theorist?
Rising from an obscure background, Rohe the so-called “Hero” has ballooned in popularity in recent months. Everywhere he goes, commotion follows; drawing crowds of thousands of worshipping fans who hang on every word he says.
He has been reported bellowing his ideology in Lockwood, Brimshore, Farmsdale and even as far as Watershire. It seems as though Rohe is a mastermind at drawing the attention of others. Where does this attention go? Well, to himself of course. With his handsome dark hair and muscular physique, public image is seemingly the fuel that Mr Rohe feeds on. ‘
“He’s come from God! He’s like God himself!” exclaimed one of his fanatic supporters as we interviewed them.
Mr Rohe’s main message seems to be against the King himself; spouting obscure claims such as “The King is keeping all the food for himself while the people starve!”, he cried into a crowd in Lockwood last week. Of course, this isn’t a new line of thought, with other such violent figures as “John the Terrorist” and the now proven liar and fraud Christopher Whittle.
Experts tend to agree that the food hardship some are currently facing is due to a series of unfortunately poor harvests as well as changing whether conditions. We asked the lead food resource advisor in the kingdom for his opinion on the matter. “We’ve heard this all before” he said while holding back a laugh, “Mr Rohe is just parroting the same old conspiracy theories we hear every year”.
While Mr Rohe screams non-stop of the riches of others, his own wealth has been quietly building. Donations from his fanatic supporters have allowed him to purchase a second piece of farmland on top his already wealthy estate. Unsurprisingly, his workforce consists of almost entirely white men with a mere handful of coloured workers throughout his farms.
We travelled to Mr Rohe’s farm and spoke with his wife, who told us “We as almost never see him! He’s constantly on the road. He pops by to see the kids and check on the farm every week or so”. It seems as though it’s difficult to pay close attention to your family when you’re so busy drawing attention to yourself in the streets.
Mr Rohe’s fans seem to admire him deeply, but such adoration can turn nasty. His most extreme supporters have abused, harassed and on one occasion physically assaulted Mr Rohe’s critics. “His fans are relentless”, says well-known critic Johnathon Adams. “The harass me day and night and have even threatened to attack me.
While Mr Rohe does not endorse such violent behaviour, he does not exactly deter it either. He describes the King as “evil” and “corrupt” and once stated that “sometimes the power of the fist is necessary”.
Mr Rohe’s rhetoric seems to attract all kinds of unsavory characters; the aforementioned “Jack the Terrorist” as well as well-known woman beater Joseph Smith have both stated their support for Mr Rohe.
In the end, the key to Mr Rohe’s appeal is also his greatest weakness. He wants to be the man who knows everything and can explain everything. But his arguments are riddled with conspiracy theories and crude distortions of the truth.
Even so, his critics will have a tough time. Mr Rohe’s wave of popularity is unlikely to come crashing down any time soon.
PART 4
A year had passed, and over the months the third advisor wrote countless similar articles and published them in the 3 main newspapers.
To his and the King’s delight, their plan had worked flawlessly.
Support for Mr Rohe began to wane. Many began to accuse Mr Rohe as being a racist. Others claimed he was mistreating his wife. Most began to be see Mr Rohe as somebody not to be taken seriously.
The people started feeling a sense of distrust and dislike towards Mr Rohe deep in their stomachs. They didn’t know exactly why they felt this way, but felt it they did.
Something had switched inside their minds. They began to see everything Mr Rohe did through a negative lens. His previously heroic speeches now seemed shrill and childish. His impressive physique and sharp jaw now seemed vain and self-centred. And his claims about The King and what was really inside his palace made of solid gold now had doubt cast upon them. Some still believed Mr Rohe, some thought him to be exaggerating, most simply threw their hands up in confusion and forgot all about it.
When Mr Rohe made a speech on the streets, many rolled their eyes at his crazy supporters. And with growing frequency, an opposing group of protesters would appear and shout over him. They made claims that Mr Rohe was a racist, and they made jokes about the 2 farms Mr Rohe owned.
The King’s problem had been solved.
The third advisor became one of the King’s closest confidantes and was allowed access to many of the luxuries inside the palace: food, women and anything else he could possibly dream of.
As for the people, their lives steadily got worse and worse. Their food supplies dwindled, medicine became rare to find and the people became sadder, more depressed and more desperate. Despite this, most accepted their situation as “the way life is”, while others blamed God for their misfortune.
One day, another man began to make speeches on the streets against the King. His name: Varios. The People began to call him their “Savior”.
The King passed his pen over to the third advisor. “Ready?”
The third advisor grew a wicked grin.
“Of course”

​
PART 1 — The King’s Problem
The King did not know empathy.
If he saw somebody in pain, he felt nothing. If he watched a child cry, he felt nothing. And if he saw an injured bird on the road, he would press the sole of his boot on top of it without a second thought.
This was just as he governed.
The people lacked food, yet the King felt nothing. And did nothing. For in his palace, he had all the food he would ever need.
The people lacked medicine, yet the King felt nothing. And did nothing. For in his palace, he had all the medicine he would ever need.
The people lacked education, yet the King felt nothing. And did nothing. For in his palace, he had all the books and scholars he would ever need.
In his palace built entirely of solid gold, he was the most powerful King in all the land.
But the King had a problem. One thorn in his side. One little nuisance that kept him awake at night.
From nowhere, a man had appeared. His name: Rohe
Rohe spoke atop a platform in the streets to the people. He spoke of the unjust nature of The King’s rule, of the palace made of solid gold and the endless luxuries stored within it.
Rohe blamed the King for the hunger the people had suffered. And he blamed the King for the deaths of brothers, sisters, children, mothers and fathers due to the lack of medicine.
And finally, Rohe told the people to rise up against the King, storm the palace of solid gold and take back control of their food, their medicine and their land.
Worst of all, to the King’s terror, the people had begun to support Rohe. In the streets, Rohe would draw thousands of supporters. “Freedom for the people” they would chant in unison.
The King was utterly furious. How dare these low-born peasants chant such things. How dare these stupid, ignorant and inferior men even consider stealing his rightfully owned riches.
Something had to be done.
Not knowing what to do, he spoke to his 3 most trusted advisors.
The first advisor suggested he have Rohe killed.
The second advisor suggested he have Rohe thrown in jail.
The third advisor, the most cunning and mischievous of the 3, disapproved of the plans of the first 2 advisors. Killing him or throwing him in jail, he explained, would encourage the crowds still further.
Instead, he suggested something different entirely. He suggested they turn the people against Rohe.
“How?” asked the King curiously. “How can we turn the people against him”?
The third advisor adjusted the large, rounded glasses that lay on top his big, crooked nose and grew a mischievous smile. “Why the newspapers, of course.”
PART 2 — The Third Advisor
The lands had hundreds of different newspapers, but only 3 main ones, which were by far the most widely read.
The people believed these newspapers to be run by well-meaning people who aimed to tell them honestly of the goings-on throughout the world.
The truth was different.
While it was made to appear that these newspaper were run independently, they were in fact controlled by the King himself. Whenever the King needed, he could control everything that was written inside one of the 3 main newspapers.
The King granted the cunning third advisor the task of turning the people against Rohe. And so, the third advisor began his research:
To his dismay, he found Rohe to be perfect. A true hero.
Through his research, he discovered several things about Rohe:
- He had a loving wife and two young children.
- He had grown up poor and had managed to create a little bit of wealth through hard work on his farm.
- He was strong, with big, bulging muscles and a handsome face.
- On his farm worked 10 white men and 2 black men, all of whom he treated with great kindness and respect.
- He was rarely at home with his family. He was always working, helping at the local school or in the streets doing his speeches.
Upon finishing his research, a crooked smile crept upon the face of the third advisor. He adjusted his spectacles and muttered to himself.
“This is all I need…”
PART 3 — The Article
Rohe — The People’s Hero Or Attention Seeking Conspiracy Theorist?
Rising from an obscure background, Rohe the so-called “Hero” has ballooned in popularity in recent months. Everywhere he goes, commotion follows; drawing crowds of thousands of worshipping fans who hang on every word he says.
He has been reported bellowing his ideology in Lockwood, Brimshore, Farmsdale and even as far as Watershire. It seems as though Rohe is a mastermind at drawing the attention of others. Where does this attention go? Well, to himself of course. With his handsome dark hair and muscular physique, public image is seemingly the fuel that Mr Rohe feeds on. ‘
“He’s come from God! He’s like God himself!” exclaimed one of his fanatic supporters as we interviewed them.
Mr Rohe’s main message seems to be against the King himself; spouting obscure claims such as “The King is keeping all the food for himself while the people starve!”, he cried into a crowd in Lockwood last week. Of course, this isn’t a new line of thought, with other such violent figures as “John the Terrorist” and the now proven liar and fraud Christopher Whittle.
Experts tend to agree that the food hardship some are currently facing is due to a series of unfortunately poor harvests as well as changing whether conditions. We asked the lead food resource advisor in the kingdom for his opinion on the matter. “We’ve heard this all before” he said while holding back a laugh, “Mr Rohe is just parroting the same old conspiracy theories we hear every year”.
While Mr Rohe screams non-stop of the riches of others, his own wealth has been quietly building. Donations from his fanatic supporters have allowed him to purchase a second piece of farmland on top his already wealthy estate. Unsurprisingly, his workforce consists of almost entirely white men with a mere handful of coloured workers throughout his farms.
We travelled to Mr Rohe’s farm and spoke with his wife, who told us “We as almost never see him! He’s constantly on the road. He pops by to see the kids and check on the farm every week or so”. It seems as though it’s difficult to pay close attention to your family when you’re so busy drawing attention to yourself in the streets.
Mr Rohe’s fans seem to admire him deeply, but such adoration can turn nasty. His most extreme supporters have abused, harassed and on one occasion physically assaulted Mr Rohe’s critics. “His fans are relentless”, says well-known critic Johnathon Adams. “The harass me day and night and have even threatened to attack me.
While Mr Rohe does not endorse such violent behaviour, he does not exactly deter it either. He describes the King as “evil” and “corrupt” and once stated that “sometimes the power of the fist is necessary”.
Mr Rohe’s rhetoric seems to attract all kinds of unsavory characters; the aforementioned “Jack the Terrorist” as well as well-known woman beater Joseph Smith have both stated their support for Mr Rohe.
In the end, the key to Mr Rohe’s appeal is also his greatest weakness. He wants to be the man who knows everything and can explain everything. But his arguments are riddled with conspiracy theories and crude distortions of the truth.
Even so, his critics will have a tough time. Mr Rohe’s wave of popularity is unlikely to come crashing down any time soon.
PART 4
A year had passed, and over the months the third advisor wrote countless similar articles and published them in the 3 main newspapers.
To his and the King’s delight, their plan had worked flawlessly.
Support for Mr Rohe began to wane. Many began to accuse Mr Rohe as being a racist. Others claimed he was mistreating his wife. Most began to be see Mr Rohe as somebody not to be taken seriously.
The people started feeling a sense of distrust and dislike towards Mr Rohe deep in their stomachs. They didn’t know exactly why they felt this way, but felt it they did.
Something had switched inside their minds. They began to see everything Mr Rohe did through a negative lens. His previously heroic speeches now seemed shrill and childish. His impressive physique and sharp jaw now seemed vain and self-centred. And his claims about The King and what was really inside his palace made of solid gold now had doubt cast upon them. Some still believed Mr Rohe, some thought him to be exaggerating, most simply threw their hands up in confusion and forgot all about it.
When Mr Rohe made a speech on the streets, many rolled their eyes at his crazy supporters. And with growing frequency, an opposing group of protesters would appear and shout over him. They made claims that Mr Rohe was a racist, and they made jokes about the 2 farms Mr Rohe owned.
The King’s problem had been solved.
The third advisor became one of the King’s closest confidantes and was allowed access to many of the luxuries inside the palace: food, women and anything else he could possibly dream of.
As for the people, their lives steadily got worse and worse. Their food supplies dwindled, medicine became rare to find and the people became sadder, more depressed and more desperate. Despite this, most accepted their situation as “the way life is”, while others blamed God for their misfortune.
One day, another man began to make speeches on the streets against the King. His name: Varios. The People began to call him their “Savior”.
The King passed his pen over to the third advisor. “Ready?”
The third advisor grew a wicked grin.
“Of course”

So I (18) and this other guy (17) have been talking for a while and we’ve scheduled 5 times to meet. 1 we were on snap and lost track of time and he missed the last bus from his town to the city, 2 were him canceling and 2 were me from having ongoing tonsillitis and not wanting to pass it on.
He cancelled at the last minute tonight saying a colleague wanted to meet up and I’m just numb at this point. I don’t believe that he wants to meet at all, his words say one thing but actions say another.
What do I do, wait it out and try again or just leave?