The incredible adventures of professor branestawm

My (22f) boyfriend’s (21m) mental health took a turn right around the time we started dating six months ago. His therapist suspected he had bipolar and his ups and down started to become more drastic and frequent. He went through hell these past few months and I was right there with him. It was a nightmare of a roller coaster.
We fell hard and fast for each other, I love every part of him and I wanted to be there for him. His mom and I took him to the hospital in the middle of the night because he was suicidal, I made sure he was eating, encouraged him to seek help from a therapist and physiatrist, I was his shoulder to cry on, I helped him through panic attacks. I was there for his mom too when she felt helpless and didn’t know what to do. I don’t want a cookie, it’s what people do for the ones you love and I never once wanted to leave.
It was hard. The hardest thing I’ve ever been through. Caring for someone that I love with my whole heart and not knowing when he would have a depressive episode and if he would make it through it alive. I was scared shitless everyday, but he wanted me there and I did what I could to help him in every way. We had been living with his mom for 4 months and eventually the stress got to me.
He told me one morning, completely out of the blue, before I left for work that he was going on a road trip and he didn’t know when he would be back. This broke me, I felt dispensable to him and I didn’t understand how he could leave me so easily. Nevertheless, I supported him, both of us believing he needed to get away for his mental health.
I planned a trip to go see my mom in another state so I would be less lonely without him. He came back a few days later, not making it to his destination because the trip was poorly planned and he realized he didn’t want to go as bad as he thought. I still left, I felt like I needed a little bit of distance from the stress. He was doing better before I left, he agreed to get on meds for severe depression and ADHD and they’ve been working wonders.
I’ve been gone for 2 weeks and he calls to tell me that he wants to take a break, but has no idea for how long. He is saying it could be months and he gave me an out, but I love him. I don’t want to stop having feelings for him if there’s a chance that we will be together again. He says he wants to experience things now that he’s feeling better, but doesn’t have the energy to give me what I need from the relationship.
I respect his choice, he’s been struggling and he sees the light at the end of the tunnel. He doesn’t want to jeopardize his progress because he can’t be in a relationship and continue to work on himself. It destroyed me, but I’m supporting him and holding onto the hope that he will feel good enough to want to be together again. Part of me thinks that now that he’s better he doesn’t want to be tied down and I’m not needed anymore for the reoccurring panic attacks at night or anything. When I come back home I need to return to my toxic living environment that I was in before I met him and I have to find a new job, seeing as I quit my last one to take this trip. I feel incredibly lonely and lost.
We still talk everyday, but I miss the hell out of him. He can’t promise to be with me anytime soon or ever again, so I’m just waiting. Our closest mutual friends tell me to hang in there, they believe this is like the road trip and he’ll realize it’s not what he actually wants. I don’t know what to do, please help me make sense of this. Should I stay patient and wait for him to be ready?

Current applicant here! After going through my T20 university's premed advising and volunteer helpers at various training stages, I realized their advice was just way too generic and was not helpful in making me the competitive applicant I wanted to be. I finally went with an admissions consultant to put together my primary application and lemme tell you, IT WILL CHANGE YOUR GAME AND MENTALITY. Given the negative sentiment on this sub toward these services, I wanted to put an alternate perspective out there for those curious and who are lost/seeking help as I did.
The first thing I want to say is people def seek help/these kinds of services it's just that they tend to hide it/not speak about it. THERE IS NO GATEKEEPING HERE. I seriously wish someone just honestly told me earlier in the process how helpful it is to be coached and helped through this application process so I just wanted to share how my experience is/what I've realized as a current applicant!

1. Time spent getting to know me, my goals, and reviewing my entire application resulted in a cohesive application package. My consultant spent the first couple sessions just getting to know me and my goals. We went over my entire application, including my school list, stats, LoRs, activities, etc before going through my personal statement. This allowed them to identify my "X" factor, which was something I did not even think to emphasize when I was planning it myself. They expertly created a narrative for me by telling a story through my activity descriptions and personal statement. We then strategized which other points we are going to use secondary essay prompts to get across. On the whole, because they got to know me, heard me talk, and read my writing, they preserved my voice throughout the application writing, but in a way that made it sound even better!! This last point was a major distinction from my volunteer reviewers, who all basically re-wrote my essay with their own writing styles which did not sound like my authentic self at all. When we submitted it I was extremely satisfied with the final product (check back in for results later this cycle!).

2. Their experience as a professional admissions counselor was evident relative to successful applicants on this sub with n=1 experience. I realized that most people volunteering their time, both online and in my university, are either fellow pre-meds or successful applicants with n=1 experience. It was clear from talking to my consultant that every case is different and a lot of common advice comes with exceptions. In addition, my consultant had a network of medical students and residents who kept him informed on their anecdotal results that he used to complement his own experience. To the point commonly made that "everything you need to know is on reddit and sdn," these sites are honestly tedious to navigate for those of us who don't spend excessive time on here. In other words, rather than reading 1000 posts to form a blurry picture of reliable information, I had certainty that I was talking to someone who knew their stuff and were credible.
3. My consultant went through this process recently and had incredible insight into how my writing would be interpreted by different types of readers. Related to point 1), my consultant explained to me how these applications are reviewed, including what types of people generally review them. This helped me to frame my writing in a way that was both understandable and sophisticated for a broad audience. Another point that came up is that a lot of the medical stories and terminology I used in my writing were incorrect, which is something I would not have known on my own. It seriously changes how you frame certain experiences after speaking with someone who is in the field.
5. Value. If you add up the cost of applying to med school & preparing for MCAT just one time, let alone doing either of those multiple times, as well as the associated opportunity cost of delaying training, paying a premium for maximizing your chances makes sense.
7. Would have started earlier if i'd known about it! I wish I had known about the services for underclassmen to help arrange ECs & build relationships and connections for future LoRs etc.
Disclaimer:
I totally understand that not everyone has the resources to afford this service and I'm not saying that this is the only way to have a successful cycle. But if you are able to afford it, I highly recommend it. The application process at the end of the day is really complex but the details and nuances that you include in your application really makes it stand out and gives you an edge. I could feel the difference in the strength of my application even after just submitting the primaries! If there's anyone else out there who is in the middle of your cycle or preparing to applying next year, and you're feeling lost, generic etc. please please give this a try, because so far it's been worth it for me and I'm tired of hearing people hiding and gatekeeping the professional help they've received.
My DMs are always open if you wanna chat/ask about anything in particular!!

Me: https://imgur.com/a/I4Z3NHJ Recently moved to Vegas, looking to expand my circle and meet cool new people. Looking to play this afternoon and on an ongoing basis. Open to FWB, casual/serious dating. Locals preferred, but also down to meet with visitors for short term fun. Would be great to meet someone for consistent/regular fun both inside and outside of the bedroom. Looking for singles/solo hotwife play at the moment, but have played with couples before and am open to additional experiences in the future. Very open minded and adventurous, and would love to help explore any fantasies you have. Open to all ages/races/bodytypes, but do appreciate others who also value fitness. If this interests you, shoot me a PM and let's chat more!

Was just scrolling through YouTube when I stumbled across a video about Steve Kaufmann. He is in his 70’s and knows 20 languages. What is incredible is in his 60’s he could only speak 9 (still amazing) but over the course of a decade he used CI to learn 11 other languages.
Here is the link to the video polyglot speaks 20 languages. Here’s how he did it.
and the time stamp for when he discusses trusting the brain is 2:55
Cheers!

Clark kept thrashing and pulling through the water as massive waves climbed higher above his head. In the moonlit hours of the morning, the ever-expanding sea closed in on him. The currents grasping at his legs, attempting to rip him below the surface. Massive storm clouds spread amongst the sky and poured heavy rain upon the powerful waves.
His body was exhausted, aches spreading throughout his arms and legs. Each desperate croon for breath filled his lungs with a dissatisfied sting; and when he mistimed it, a mouthful of saltwater. He couldn't figure out how this had happened. How had he spilled off of the boat? It all happened so quickly.
Did a single one of the crewman notice he was gone?? Or his Captain?
He urged his mind to work, as the warm pain on the top of his head pounded. As his pain fought against his efforts, he finally drew memories back into focus.
The crew had become unorganized and hurried amidst the turmoil and confusion of the sudden storm. They raced to adjust their respective areas for certain disaster. Clark tripped on a stray rope laying across the deck of the ship. The deck, slick with rain and the crests of the waves. While trying to regain his balance, he slid, hitting his head on the metal railing. Clark weakly, slunked off the ship and into the water.
Now, he is without his flashlight or radio, and miles out to sea. Clark paddled sloppily dazed and bleeding amongst the deep.
Until.. He couldn't do it any longer. The fear clawing at his mind and daring him to stop fighting. Each wave lulling him into exhaustion, while mysterious shadows lurked below.
Then came a wave,larger than any other, tossing whitecaps and rising high. Outstretched, as if grasping at the storm clouds above. Clark felt the water beneath him rush towards it. He did his best to try to swim into the base, but the incredibly strong wave collapsed over his head. It flipped and spun him violently, pulling him down below the surface.
He opens his eyes under the water, the salt stinging. He peers through the water growing in every direction, while above his head, a bright light came into view. Clark figured It had to be from a ship. This lit a fire within him, he tapped into the rest of his energy, from an unknown place within. Adreline pumping, he squirmed and kicked towards the light. Edging through the currents, desperately trying to reach the surface for his next breath.
It was then he saw the shark. It wasn't very close, but it certainly wasn't far enough to leave him be. He clocked it just out of the corner of his eye, it's as if it were puppy-guarding the light above. He had a choice to make. As the black spots in his vision grew, he shut his eyes tightly. He pushes his way past the shark, practically strangled by his exhaustion. His lungs were screaming for breath. The more he swam towards the light the smaller it became. The beam had been huge. How is this possible??
The shark neared him and swam off quickly.
It was then he realized, that it wasn't the light of any ship. No, it was much smaller.
The light came from his flashlight.
Clark wasn't swimming towards the surface at all, but rather towards the bottom.
Holding his flashlight, a muck-covered humanoid stood amongst the sea floor. As Clark opened his mouth, accepting his fate and the seawater into his lungs. The creature latched onto him. It tore into his neck, feasting like any other creature amongst the deep. Violently thrashing and tearing off pieces of his flesh. Clark struggled in insurmountable pain. He pushed and shoved, his hand brushed against his attacker's face. As Clark's hands found the face once again, he weakly scratched and clawed at it's face.
The muck floated up in dusty clouds to reveal
His Captain.
Four more muck-covered beings dug their way out of the bottom of the sea, claiming bites of their feast and former crewmate. The flashlight sank to the sand, revealing the sunken ship buried nearby.
They were never found.

Clark kept thrashing and pulling through the water as massive waves climbed higher above his head. In the moonlit hours of the morning, the ever-expanding sea closed in on him. The currents grasping at his legs, attempting to rip him below the surface. Massive storm clouds spread amongst the sky and poured heavy rain upon the powerful waves.
His body was exhausted, aches spreading throughout his arms and legs. Each desperate croon for breath filled his lungs with a dissatisfied sting; and when he mistimed it, a mouthful of saltwater. He couldn't figure out how this had happened. How had he spilled off of the boat? It all happened so quickly.
Did a single one of the crewman notice he was gone?? Or his Captain?
He urged his mind to work, as the warm pain on the top of his head pounded. As his pain fought against his efforts, he finally drew memories back into focus.
The crew had become unorganized and hurried amidst the turmoil and confusion of the sudden storm. They raced to adjust their respective areas for certain disaster. Clark tripped on a stray rope laying across the deck of the ship. The deck, slick with rain and the crests of the waves. While trying to regain his balance, he slid, hitting his head on the metal railing. Clark weakly, slunked off the ship and into the water.
Now, he is without his flashlight or radio, and miles out to sea. Clark paddled sloppily dazed and bleeding amongst the deep.
Until.. He couldn't do it any longer. The fear clawing at his mind and daring him to stop fighting. Each wave lulling him into exhaustion, while mysterious shadows lurked below.
Then came a wave,larger than any other, tossing whitecaps and rising high. Outstretched, as if grasping at the storm clouds above. Clark felt the water beneath him rush towards it. He did his best to try to swim into the base, but the incredibly strong wave collapsed over his head. It flipped and spun him violently, pulling him down below the surface.
He opens his eyes under the water, the salt stinging. He peers through the water growing in every direction, while above his head, a bright light came into view. Clark figured It had to be from a ship. This lit a fire within him, he tapped into the rest of his energy, from an unknown place within. Adreline pumping, he squirmed and kicked towards the light. Edging through the currents, desperately trying to reach the surface for his next breath.
It was then he saw the shark. It wasn't very close, but it certainly wasn't far enough to leave him be. He clocked it just out of the corner of his eye, it's as if it were puppy-guarding the light above. He had a choice to make. As the black spots in his vision grew, he shut his eyes tightly. He pushes his way past the shark, practically strangled by his exhaustion. His lungs were screaming for breath. The more he swam towards the light the smaller it became. The beam had been huge. How is this possible??
The shark neared him and swam off quickly.
It was then he realized, that it wasn't the light of any ship. No, it was much smaller.
The light came from his flashlight.
Clark wasn't swimming towards the surface at all, but rather towards the bottom.
Holding his flashlight, a muck-covered humanoid stood amongst the sea floor. As Clark opened his mouth, accepting his fate and the seawater into his lungs. The creature latched onto him. It tore into his neck, feasting like any other creature amongst the deep. Violently thrashing and tearing off pieces of his flesh. Clark struggled in insurmountable pain. He pushed and shoved, his hand brushed against his attacker's face. As Clark's hands found the face once again, he weakly scratched and clawed at it's face.
The muck floated up in dusty clouds to reveal
His Captain.
Four more muck-covered beings dug their way out of the bottom of the sea, claiming bites of their feast and former crewmate. The flashlight sank to the sand, revealing the sunken ship buried nearby.
They were never found.

Clark kept thrashing and pulling through the water as massive waves climbed higher above his head. In the moonlit hours of the morning, the ever-expanding sea closed in on him. The currents grasping at his legs, attempting to rip him below the surface. Massive storm clouds spread amongst the sky and poured heavy rain upon the powerful waves.
His body was exhausted, aches spreading throughout his arms and legs. Each desperate croon for breath filled his lungs with a dissatisfied sting; and when he mistimed it, a mouthful of saltwater. He couldn't figure out how this had happened. How had he spilled off of the boat? It all happened so quickly.
Did a single one of the crewman notice he was gone?? Or his Captain?
He urged his mind to work, as the warm pain on the top of his head pounded. As his pain fought against his efforts, he finally drew memories back into focus.
The crew had become unorganized and hurried amidst the turmoil and confusion of the sudden storm. They raced to adjust their respective areas for certain disaster. Clark tripped on a stray rope laying across the deck of the ship. The deck, slick with rain and the crests of the waves. While trying to regain his balance, he slid, hitting his head on the metal railing. Clark weakly, slunked off the ship and into the water.
Now, he is without his flashlight or radio, and miles out to sea. Clark paddled sloppily dazed and bleeding amongst the deep.
Until.. He couldn't do it any longer. The fear clawing at his mind and daring him to stop fighting. Each wave lulling him into exhaustion, while mysterious shadows lurked below.
Then came a wave,larger than any other, tossing whitecaps and rising high. Outstretched, as if grasping at the storm clouds above. Clark felt the water beneath him rush towards it. He did his best to try to swim into the base, but the incredibly strong wave collapsed over his head. It flipped and spun him violently, pulling him down below the surface.
He opens his eyes under the water, the salt stinging. He peers through the water growing in every direction, while above his head, a bright light came into view. Clark figured It had to be from a ship. This lit a fire within him, he tapped into the rest of his energy, from an unknown place within. Adreline pumping, he squirmed and kicked towards the light. Edging through the currents, desperately trying to reach the surface for his next breath.
It was then he saw the shark. It wasn't very close, but it certainly wasn't far enough to leave him be. He clocked it just out of the corner of his eye, it's as if it were puppy-guarding the light above. He had a choice to make. As the black spots in his vision grew, he shut his eyes tightly. He pushes his way past the shark, practically strangled by his exhaustion. His lungs were screaming for breath. The more he swam towards the light the smaller it became. The beam had been huge. How is this possible??
The shark neared him and swam off quickly.
It was then he realized, that it wasn't the light of any ship. No, it was much smaller.
The light came from his flashlight.
Clark wasn't swimming towards the surface at all, but rather towards the bottom.
Holding his flashlight, a muck-covered humanoid stood amongst the sea floor. As Clark opened his mouth, accepting his fate and the seawater into his lungs. The creature latched onto him. It tore into his neck, feasting like any other creature amongst the deep. Violently thrashing and tearing off pieces of his flesh. Clark struggled in insurmountable pain. He pushed and shoved, his hand brushed against his attacker's face. As Clark's hands found the face once again, he weakly scratched and clawed at it's face.
The muck floated up in dusty clouds to reveal
His Captain.
Four more muck-covered beings dug their way out of the bottom of the sea, claiming bites of their feast and former crewmate. The flashlight sank to the sand, revealing the sunken ship buried nearby.
They were never found.

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Hi everyone, I’m applying to MSBA programs across Canada and USA. My shortlisted colleges include: UT Austin, McGill, York, Notre Dame, and University of Toronto.
All of these universities require two LORs and one of them usually has to be from a professor and the second one can be either a professional or academic reference.
I graduated in 2022 but since 2021 I co-founded my company. We have a team of 20 people working remotely and have generated north of USD 200k in revenue with a 60% gross margin.
Now when it comes to picking my professional reference, I’m wondering if the admissions team would be cool with me choosing my co-founder as a referee.
I wonder if they’ll think my co-founder is biased and not providing a holistic reference but then again, he’s the one person who has first hand witnessed what we’ve built and can speak to my entrepreneurial and intellectual capability.
I’m also working in a small-size unknown Management Consultancy but I’ve only been there since January 2023 and my work has nothing been more than just editing slide decks and doing menial research. I’m only working in this job because I wanted to see what the corporate world has to offer.
Would really appreciate any help or insight that you can offer as I’m torn about this.
Thanks!

Today 4 years ago he died.
When I was a kid my mom was nowhere to be seen most of the time, she was high. My step father was abusive piece of sh!t in all sorts of ways but I don’t want to talk about it. The light of my life was my older brother Dylan (4 years older). He always protected me even if he got beaten to h*ll for it. He was always there for me, and basically raised me. It’s with him I felt so safe and warm. He made me smile. He made me feel loved and worthy of love. He was always there to help me and guide me and make me feel confident and comfortable. He always cheered me up when I was down. He was everything. I love him, I love him, I love him so much, I could write it a thousand times and it wouldn’t do it any justice. I love him. I really really really love him. And I wish he was still here.
I don’t want to tell too much of my background but long story short there was some legal ppl involved and so my mostly absent mom made it out that she was a victim of domestic violence (it was a whole freaking thing but it didn’t matter because Dylan was working with some attorney towards becoming my legal guardian after he turned 18 and we planned to move to America together)
Obviously she (mom) had no proof of assault the first time she made the claim so there was a case opened but my father was not arrested or anything. And he got super pissed.
I was 13.5 and Dylan was 17.5 at that time.
My father shot Dylan 2 times.
At the hospital they inserted a tube into his nose to try and suck the blood out of his stomach, and operated on him, but there was some problem of infection and they said he died peacefully but I know that’s bullshit. he died slowly as sh!t and suffered for so many freaking hours.
He did not deserve to die like that. HE DIDNT FUCKIN DESERVE TO DIE LIKE THAT. I want to scream and scream this until everybody knows. HE DID NOT FUCKIN DESERVE TO DIE LIKE THAT. He deserved to go out in real peace, not in pain. He deserved to finally live his life to the fullest. Visit Alaska and snowboard and join dance classes. And put makeup on because it made him feel pretty and confident. He deserved to have a girlfriend that loved him and adored him and a family. And he would have been the most amazing father ever, and I would have been the fun aunt to his kids.
And I… don’t I deserve to have him here with me? Don’t I deserve a little happiness as well after all that sh!t we went through?
After Dylan and father died Mom and I proceeded to move to America, at first we were at the crappiest apartment ever and honestly I was busy crying everyday to notice what the f was going on but then she found some widower surgeon (Thomas) to marry and we moved in his huge ass house.
Thomas was actually alright. But he wasn’t much at home. He had two kids, Mary (my age) and Jackson (1 year older). Mary and Jackson were nice as well. They introduced me to many ppl at school when I just came. But to be frank I was so incredibly jealous of Mary because she had Jackson and I didn’t have Dylan. Lmao I’m still jealous. And back then I used to in secret hate Mary’s guts and tried getting Jackson to fight her and hate her because I was being dumb. I hated her with burning passion when her only “crime” was that her brother was still alive. I grew out of it tho.
My mom died of overdose last year and so I am left with Thomas, Mary and Jackson. In the end he’s (Thomas) a pretty good dad even though he’s working long weird hours and Mary and Jackson are good too. Jackson is actually at college so it’s only Mary and me.
I’m a little over 17.5, which was the age Dylan was when he died.
I have good grades, good friends, I live in a really nice place. I got the newest phone and I got accepted into a really really good university for electrical engineering.
If I dare being sad I get shut down immediately by everyone. “Your dad is rich” “you’re hot/popular” “your grades are good” “you should be grateful for your life” “how could someone like you be sad?”
But honestly? I’d give it all away. Everything. Literally EVERYTHING If I could have Dylan back.
There’s isn’t one day I don’t think about him, I miss his hug, I miss his smile, I miss his voice, I miss his idiotic jokes and sad attempts to cheer me up. I miss him so much. I remember one time he tried on a skirt he bought secretly when our dad wasn’t home and I wish I could tell him again how much he rocked that skirt and how badass he looked. I still have that skirt btw. And you know everytime I see it in my closet I kind of pick it up and hug it and I smile but also it makes me so fkin sad. That’s one of the only things I have left of him. I don’t have any pictures of him at all, and It’s making me crazy. Sometimes I wonder if he actually existed or maybe my memories are false. Sometimes I want to scream until I pass out.
It’s like there’s this huge hole in my heart that nothing can fill. Actually not a hole, half my heart is missing. Literally. Nothing can help it. Not Thomas. Not Mary and Jackson. Not my friends. Not my boyfriend. This void will never be filled. It’s like I’ve been stuck in a nightmare for 4 years and I can’t wake up. I’ll never wake up. Dylan will never come back to me.
Even thinking of saying that he’s looking at me from the sky and I should make him proud and that he’d want me to live my life and be happy without him makes me sick. I just can’t cope with the fact that he’s gone. I can’t. Sometimes I have nightmares and right when I wake up I think about going to Dylan for a hug and then I remember that I’m alone. No matter how many friends or boyfriends or expensive cloths I have or anything. I’m always so freakin alone. I can be at a party surrounded by ppl and lights and I’ll still feel like everything is miles away and I just stand in the middle of nowhere in the darkness and I’m just waiting for someone.
In case anybody asks, I am going to a therapist, I’ve been going for a year because Thomas thought I’d be needing it after mom died.
It doesn’t matter how many hugs I get from my friends. And how many times I talk to them (they don’t know anything but they know my mom died). It will never bring Dylan back.
I’m sorry for this long ass rant, but truly off my chest, I’d give my new family, the house, the cloths, the friends and the grades and my place at that university if it means I could have my Dylan back.
It’s gonna be so lonely today. I will visit your grave and talk to the headstone until it’s dark and hope you are somewhere out there and you can hear me. I miss you, Dylan. And I don’t think it will ever get easier living here without you.

Here's a bunch of theories of mine. Might not make a part 2, lots of them I didn't put here have zero evidence. But, these have "scraping the bottom of the barrel" evidence. Not much better but it's something lol I was going to add something about Burning Sky but I have literally nothing lol
Serket, Roedra, and Vyrn are related
Incredibly simple, they look related. Maybe it's convergent evolution who knows. Maybe the dutchess specifically had Vyrn bred, like with what happened to Oship.
Serket is a descendent of Omozon
Very simple: One of the cross breeds highly resembles Omozon
Stallune is a corpse
Stallune has rib-like protrusions from its body, a skull-like head, cracks on its legs, and most importantly, the moon that hovers over it.
Canite BD has a cresent moon on it. BD transformations are often corpses and skeletal in nature.
I fully understand this is a huge stretch, but I think it's a interesting thing to point out. Unstable Stallune's head is also a straight up skull. Aso to note, Stallune has a star on its body, which is also seen on Canite BD, and one of Hooclaw BD's Cross Breeds has a wand-like energy adorned with a star-like tip.
Beutarius is man-made
Beutarius is neither magically made nor is it a cross breed of another monster so, I assume it's man-made.
Echelk is reanimated
Very simple, one of the cross breeds has several pustules on it, reminiscent of those you can find on one of Laz's.
Maloom BD
This isnt a theory, but meh. I don't know the full lore of Maloom, but I know it's a possessed toy. The bio states it's rumored to be the product of a child murderer.
The Book Of The Dead can be seen doing strange things to already alive Monsters. So, if Maloom is a possessed toy, perhaps the Book Of The Dead could help it in one way or another.
Be this it going after it's killer, or telling us who did it, I think the Book Of The Dead could help it. Or maybe we'll unleash some ungodly demonic spirit from it. Either way I hope we see Maloom BD one day.

There's been a bunch of other teams that have been brought down overall by game order. There's always a priority on getting games later in that makes game order important, so figuring out what other people are going for is an interesting mindgame to watch and adds plenty to the event. Especially for teams that have a few good games, or a team that has an exceptional performance in a last game to solidify their spot (MCC9 Blue Bats SG stays fresh in my memory), the coin multiplier has it's advantages for generating hype and making MCC exciting when it comes to comebacks or really standing on edge.
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But Red made a good point with this MCC specifically which is the fact that early games just do not mean anything and it sometimes does not matter how strong your start is, if your first 4 games are impeccable and your last 4 games are anything less than stellar, your chances are skewed. Now, take into account teams preferred game orders. When a game is more wanted by teams across the board versus one team who has a game that is incredibly preferred for them and nobody else, it drastically decreases their chances at making it to dodgebolt.
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Red is a great example. An incredible Build Mart team in, say, an event where many teams do not have a good Build Mart setup means that their actual coins are going to be lower than their predicted coins almost every single time. Unless calculators, teambuilding and spreadsheets are taking into account raw coin amounts versus multiplied amounts, the averages are skewed based on game order, it becomes difficult to predict where a team can place based on games.
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"BUT THAT'S WHERE THE FUN OF PREDICTIONS COME INTO PLAY!"
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Sure. It's fun for us, but it can easily kill the momentum for a team, which in turn ruins the mood of a team while they're actively playing, which turns an exceptional perspective into an average one. Red has been fantastic to watch up until the last few games because the vibes have been thrown off by the realization of all the players that in any other setup, they would be killing it. But they feel defeated because the multipliers on the last few games that haven't been very kind to them means they're watching themselves falter and feeling the effect.
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Maybe this is just long-winded way of complaining because my favorites aren't doing well or having fun. But I feel like there needs to be some kind of evening out on the multiplier (making early games mean less, but still more in comparison.) or some way to factor into account teams that have preferred games that usually end up earlier in the event or skipped most of the time.

AITA for going No Contact with my mother?
So, I (28F) was raised by my single father. I have had a rocky relationship with my mother (59F) my whole life, due to drugs and alcohol and gun violence. She is incredibly volatile, and has alienated a majority of her family due to her volatility. I can include more of that in comments if folks would like some backstory. So, my father (M76) had been struggling with esophageal cancer for 2 years, and it was approaching hospice time. Where my mother had been horrible, my father was exceptional. He was an amazing dad. As good and kind of a man as you could possibly imagine. I was taking care of him throughout his cancer, but I put aside the crappy relationship with my mom and called her.
My mother came up immediately to help. My father had been living with me so that I could take care of him, so I took off work to do full time home hospice. My fiancee (27F) had quit her job to help out as well.
In order to shorten this a bit, I’ll have to leave out the drama where she started stealing my liquor. I didn’t know she was back to drinking, she had been sober. I have a normal relationship to alcohol, and thus didn’t think about hiding my liquor from her when she came over.
There was so much manipulation that it would be hard to include everything she did during the month she stayed with my father and I. It was an incredibly stressful time for all of us. I tried to have sympathy for her stress levels as well.
One night, we had a different nurse come by. She told us to put liquid pain meds under my father’s tongue, as his feeding tube wasn’t an option at the moment. At this point, my father was non responsive. He was clearly on his way out. The nurse being a medical professional, I listened. Unfortunately, this caused my father to cough and choke on the meds. My fiancee and I suctioned until he stopped, and he got comfortable again. I called the nurse and explained what happened. She came up with a way to make his feeding tube viable again and that was that. I felt very bad for having made my father cough, but I thought I was doing right, as that is what I had been told. My mother had absolutely zero medical experience, but was incredibly mad at me for not listening to her suggestion not to. I was following medical advice. He was okay after the nurse's mistake. I thought it was over with.
She accused me of trying to drown my father. She kept yelling that I was drowning him. My fiancee politely asked her to stop. She said “this is a really stressful time for all of us, and OP already feels really bad. Can you please stop, this isn’t helping”. Then she started freaking out and yelling at me over everything. I had some martini glasses and a bar mat out to dry after washing. Me putting those away after drying was apparently offensive to her. She screamed at me about not trusting her with medical stuff, and she’s right, I didn’t. She had fucked up the antibiotics multiple times, and gave a medication that was contraindicated despite the nurse specifically telling her not to.
She started to threaten to leave. She was screaming at my fiancee even more than she was at me. The last straw was when she was screaming, and I quote, “I rebuke thee Satan!” directly in my fiancees face. I told her to get the fuck out. She started packing her bags. We had been going through family photos on the couch and coffee table together, she made sure to snatch those first. Then she said I’ll never have photos of my father, and why didn’t HE have childhood photos of me?? (He did. They’re in a large box in my closet.)
Importantly, she left one packet of photos on the couch. I saw them, and, afraid that she’d follow through on not letting me have any photos of my father, quickly took photos of them with my phone. My fiancee then put them on the coffee table between two books. My mom came out of the bathroom accusing me of having stolen photos from the room. I said I didn’t know what she was talking about, because I didn’t. I hadn’t stolen anything or even moved out of the chair I was sitting in. When I realized she was talking about the photos she left behind, I gave them to her immediately. She continued to accuse me of theft. This coming from a woman who has struggled with drugs and alcohol and various crimes her whole life, to her daughter that has never once even had a speeding ticket. But I’m a thief apparently. A normal person would have simply asked if they left those ones out there, but she can’t possibly do that.
All of this screaming while my father is literally on his death bed.
She left after midnight, screaming at me for over an hour. Had she refused to leave I would have called the cops. The next day I calmly asked her to scan copies of the photos. She continued to try to hold them over my head as leverage. Eventually she did, and dropped the copies off.
My father passed a week later. I briefly spoke to her at the funeral. I hugged her, but didn’t accept any apologies. I haven’t answered the phone since. I sent a Merry Christmas text but that’s it. The calls aren’t as frequent now. I think she’s gotten the message. My half brother still tells me to talk to her. I have no desire to talk to someone who would treat me so poorly. I don’t care that she’s my mother. She’s had her own health issues lately. Heart surgery, her own cancer treatments. I don’t care. As far as I’m concerned, I became an orphan when my father died.
Am I being unfair to her? Should I give her another chance?

The people on this sub have played this game for a really long time and most of them have incredible skill. Compared to them you are some kind of lower life form. They are not your target audience, because your video has nothing to offer to them. However a short examination by you should have brought to light that this is actually the 7th plane of hell. No living being can survive in this toxic swamp.
So please get out and try your luck elsewhere, because this is not a place for newcomers.

I've played through a lot of the events and done a few 12-win streaks, however...
Far more often I find that the 12th match is exponentially harder than the preceding 11 (to the point where ive been unbeaten until 11, then beaten 3x in a row); and it takes about 5x as long to connect to an opponent for the 12th game. Does anyone know if they do matched ranking or something similar on the final match (or some hitherto unknown incredible bots /s)?

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