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2023.06.10 06:46 EtherealPossumLady I forgot about posting Possum photos for a little bit!

I forgot about posting Possum photos for a little bit!
We’ve been seeing a lot of Fives and Gungi at the moment, and Fives has the softest fur of anything I’ve ever patted. Gungi is exploring independence from Omega at the moment, and we think Omega has another baby on the way.
A few of these photos might be repeats but I’m too lazy to go back and check.
As usual, here’s the disclaimer: feeding the possums was necessary to protect them from our cat, and was recommended by a local wildlife shelter when we asked them for advice. The food we give them is minimal and also recommended by a local shelter. Our yard is full of fruit trees, which is where they get most of their food. Each night we put out half a cup of food (a quarter on each pole) and often we wake up to the food still there. The possums are also not dependant on us. They go away frequently and don’t visit for many nights at a time.
TL;DR: don’t lecture me about feeding the possums, everything we do is recommended by a local wildlife shelter and the possums are still completely independent.
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2023.06.10 06:34 flippenphil (OFFER) Trauma Center, the little mermaid, super troopers 2, yesterday, marauders, mr. holmes, scary stories, a thousand words, the dark tower, big hero 6, jungle cruise, strange world (REQUEST) Ambulance, the Menu, ISO on bottom / offers

MA = Movies Anywhere
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title = pending trade
If a title is no longer listed = It has been traded
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Vudu Only
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CANADIAN CODES: GOOGLE PLAY / ITUNES MARKED I do not know any of these port
Titles I am looking for
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2023.06.10 06:34 Critical_Oil_6001 I was curious about a local legend. Now, what was supposed to be a week-long trip might turn into my eternal nightmare.

I just hope that people see this post, that they might start spreading the news before it’s too late. Something big is coming, something ancient, something older than any of us could have ever imagined. It might be too late. I don’t know what will become of me, of the people I love that I might never see again, by the time you are reading this. But I implore you to listen and take this story seriously, because it could save your life. Or not. I don’t know yet how deep this goes. If it’s true, if what I think is true…God help us. Nothing can save us now.
I’ll start at the beginning, because you need to understand how long this has been happening, and the implications of what is possible now that it’s getting worse. Over winter break, I went to visit my friend from high school, Jackson, in Vermont. He goes to Bennington College, studies Social Sciences with a minor in Linguistics. Smart guy. He used to write my papers for me in English class, and I would pay him back in six packs. That’s always how it was: him, studious and put together, and me itching to get outside. I was constantly on the move, biking through the forests behind my house, trail-running, building a treehouse for my little brothers, you name it. I wanted to get my hands dirty, get into nature. I guess that’s why I opted out of college, and went for camp counselor positions and summer gigs until I secured a conservation job with a park near home. Nature is important to me, and I want to do my part as the generation that has a responsibility to heal the world.
The outside was what called me to Bennington, aside from the fact that I missed my best buddy. I don’t remember when it was first brought to my attention, but I became aware of murmurings of Bennington’s rocky past online about a few months before I was set to visit Jackson. Being an experienced outdoorsman, I wasn’t afraid; on the contrary, I was rather excited to get out there and prove my worth to Jackson and his college buddies, who were far less athletic than I am. Looking back, I’m kicking myself for being so cocky. I can’t believe I ever thought of my best friend in that way.
From what I could see on the internet, Bennington College’s history was a long and often sinister one. There were videos about people vanishing into thin air: a girl wearing a red parka went for a hike alone and was never found, an experienced man leading an outdoor expedition disappeared in the woods, a woman fell into a stream, doubled back to the campsite to change her clothes, but never made it to the site, a man on a bus disappeared from the vehicle at a stop but left all of his luggage, a teenage boy was waiting in his mother’s truck and when she came back, he was mysteriously gone…I wish I could say these stories deterred me from poking my head somewhere where it didn’t belong.
Instead, I only grew more curious. What was going on in this so-called “Bennington Triangle?” I was in a unique position to investigate this phenomenon for myself. Many people hear about strange occurrences and the intrigue piques their interest, but they never have the chance to see it for themselves. But I could. I knew I could hold my own out in the wilderness—it was literally my job! Besides, I was a strong, slightly stubborn young man, built steadily, and I could protect myself well. What could possibly happen to me out in those woods, much less to a group of young college-aged men? The people who went missing most likely made one fatal mistake that cost them their lives, or maybe it was all just a big coincidence. Either way, I was about to find out for myself.
It was halfway through December when I left to meet up with Jackson. I got there on the last day of classes, and Jackson told me he would be busy until later in the day. I assumed he was cramming for a final, and I told him it was no big deal, I would meet up with him and maybe meet some of his buddies later. Besides, I had some plans of my own.
The most famous missing persons case in Bennington went cold, and is still unsolved to this day. The case is a tragic one, and I didn’t want to be insensitive by going around asking for information or throwing around names. Everything I needed, I found online. Paula Welden was the name of the girl in the red parka that went missing. Allegedly, she left campus one day to go on a hike by herself. She left the campus around 3pm and hitchhiked to an entrance to the Long Trail, a trail that runs for almost 300 miles from Massachusetts all the way to the Canadian Border. She wasn’t dressed to be outside for long, but as the story goes, she never made it back from the trail.
There was one sighting of her, however, that particularly interested me. A man reported that he had seen her running around, rather erratically, in the bottom of a gravel pit near the entrance to campus, and I wanted to see if there was anything left of the pit. Because I’m experienced with many different kinds of natural phenomena, I initially wondered if there wasn’t a natural explanation for her distressed behavior. I thought maybe there might be an insect nest or an infestation of small animals at the bottom of the pit that she might have disturbed, so I decided to check it out in my free time.
After the RA checked me in and I tossed my luggage into Jackson’s dorm, I packed a small backpack with essentials: water, sunscreen, energy bars, mini first aid kit, some rope, a utility tool, a flashlight, and a lightweight jacket. Then I headed out towards the pit.
The first thing I noticed was how much smaller the pit seemed. According to the eyewitness description of the incident, Paula was running up and down the side of a deep gravel pit, but what lay in front of me now was something much more shallow. I walked down into the center of what was left of the pit, but I could easily see over the edges. The small, dark fragments of rock crunched and ground together under my hiking boots, and the slowly sinking midday sun bounced off of the remnants of white snow around me. It was an unusually sunny day for winter, and the snow was, curiously, letting up for my visit. But the good luck for me ran out here—there seemed to be nothing to investigate at this location. My hopes of finding any evidence of insect or pest infestation that could have disturbed the girl were dashed, maybe buried several feet underground.
I lingered awhile, kicking at the bits of gravel in the small pit. I watched the small rocks scatter over the rest of the gravel, hitting up against the edge of the pit and rolling back down a few inches. I turned to go, but stopped. Maybe it was a trick of my eye, the sun reflecting harshly off of the snow and glinting in my sunglasses, causing me to not see clearly. I walked to the edge of the pit and kicked some more gravel at the side. The small rocks skipped across the uneven surface of the gravel pile, and scattered up the edge of the pit, farther than gravity should allow them to travel. I kicked more, and it happened again. My heart started beating faster.
I crouched down and picked up a small stone. I rolled it gently across the gravel, softly enough that it started to slow when it reached the incline of the side of the pit. I watched, astounded, as the rock slowly rolled uphill about a foot before coming to a stop. I gave a shout of excitement and jumped to my feet.
As I stood up straight I nearly fell back down. In an instant, my hearing seemed to go and I felt an overwhelming sense of claustrophobia. I spun around, thinking someone must be behind me, messing with me, but the sensation of closeness stayed pressing at my back. I spun around again, searching for an explanation. My head was fuzzy. I heard my footsteps, overwhelmingly loud, and I couldn’t hear anything else, almost as if my range of hearing was limited to my immediate surroundings. Like I was trapped in the pit. As soon as those words flashed through my head, the claustrophobia overwhelmed me, pushing up against the very air around my body. The silence built up inside my ears until all I could hear was my muffled footsteps, my desperate breathing, and the blood rushing faster and faster through my body.
I lunged for the edge, clambering up the side as fast as I could. Instantly upon passing over the edge the sounds of the late afternoon bore down on my ears. I stumbled and covered my ears, the chirping of the birds and rustling leaves almost too loud for me to bear.
It’s not that I was scared. Obviously, I was a little shaken up. As I hastened back towards Jackson’s dorm, I tried to rationalize what had just happened to me. Maybe I hadn’t drank enough water and I simply became dizzy. Maybe it was altitude sickness. Maybe a strange bug had bitten me and I temporarily lost my bearings. Nothing quite made sense. I tried to push it from my mind and focus on having a good first day, because soon I would be meeting Jackson’s college buddies.
When I got back to the dorm, Jackson was waiting for me. Fresh from the shower, his hair was damp and he was putting on a clean t-shirt. Pulling me into a hug, he expressed his excitement over my visit, asked me about my flight, what I thought about the campus—all the preliminary niceties. Internally, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he noticed, he didn’t pry and try to ask me about my slightly shaking hands, my pale face, or the vague disconnectedness with which I answered his questions.
That night eased my worries slightly. I ended up meeting Jackson’s group of friends and, together, we ventured into downtown Bennington. We hit a few bars and chilled at some of the many breweries in town. Live music, good company, and many, many beers did wonders on my nerves. By the end of the night, I had completely forgotten all about my encounter in the gravel pit. Jackson’s friends were nice guys, and I was too busy feeling proud about my best friend coming out of his shell in college. When he left, I had my doubts, but it was crystal clear that Jackson was really coming into himself at this school.
The festivities continued for the next few days: the guys were stoked to be done with their final exams and excited to connect with Jackson’s old friend, so we spent our time drinking and hanging out, bumping music and generally having a blast. It was almost enough for me to forget about one of the very reasons I was excited to be in Bennington in the first place.
It’s been a few days since that incident. I had even almost started to feel better about the whole thing. Maybe it was a mistake to poke around in old history, and maybe I should just focus on living my own life and fulfilling my own passions, working to heal nature as best as I can. But now Jackson and his friends want to go on a hike, and I’m starting to feel that same claustrophobia creeping back in. What the hell is out there, and why do I feel like I shouldn’t be messing with it?
Jackson chose the hike, not me. It was like him; he was the researcher, he was the one who looked at details, so he suggested we hike on the Long Trail. It intersected with the Appalachian Trail, and maybe I wasn’t paying attention when Jackson explained this to me, because it didn’t raise any alarms about the missing persons cases. Paula Welden went missing on the Long Trail, sure—but she wasn’t with a group of capable college guys like I was.
We packed some backpacks, crushed a beer or two for celebratory sakes, and set off on the trail. I let myself feel excited as we stomped through the trees, Jackson and his friends decked out in their matching red Bennington shirts from graduation. The hike was long. It was tedious. I don’t know when I first started noticing the weird aspects around us until about an hour in. The others didn’t pay any mind to these things, but I saw them: leaves drifting in the air with no breeze, snowflakes trapped in patches of sunlight, floating but unmoving, and that tree. It was a towering douglas fir, half-dead and reaching for the afternoon sun with bare branches. Each time I looked over my shoulder to check for hikers behind us or glanced ahead to see what awaited us, it was there. At first I assumed my eyes were playing tricks on me. After all, we had been hiking for a few hours.
Only when we stopped for a breather and Jackson pointed at a nearby stream did the weird things become too much for me. We were hiking on an incline, and we were exhausted, but when Jackson knelt beside this stream, it was flowing uphill. By then I was a little panicked. I freaked out, telling them that we needed to head back. Who cares if we hadn’t reached the halfway point yet? Was there even a halfway point? It felt like we had been walking for miles!
One of Jackson’s buddies opened up a map of the trail on his phone, and it was blank. He had service and bars, but the map was just…gone. Shocked with sudden fear, we immediately turned and headed back down the path. The sky darkened within minutes of us retracing our steps. Somehow, night was falling, despite us beginning the hike only a few hours prior. I tried to point it out, pulling Jackson aside when we slowed our pace to pass around a bottle of water. But Jackson was terrified and unfocused, and when I asked him what was wrong, we realized that one member of our five-person group was missing. How had we not noticed?
So, we made a U-turn and headed back up the mountain. Twenty minutes later, we found his torn university shirt. I turned the red fabric over in my hands, panicked and bewildered. When I looked up to scan our surroundings, I saw that same Douglas fir directly to my left. I was shocked, and the rest of the group must have noticed. We looked at each other and saw the panic rising on our faces. What the hell was happening?
I only had one goal at this point: we had to get down the mountain to call for help.
We decided to do our best to follow the trail on the way we came up, but only once daylight broke; it was difficult to make out the trail in the dark cover of the night, so I insisted it would be too dangerous. Someone could fall and get seriously injured, we could all get separated in the dark, or worse. So we did our best to hunker down and build a makeshift shelter to wait out the night, but it wasn’t easy. I can only describe the sounds we heard as otherworldly. Despite the lack of animals in the woods, nature seemed to be alive around us. The clicking of bugs kept me wide awake, but the noises were louder and deeper than I had ever heard. The baying of giant wolves, so close I imagined them coming up directly behind us. The snuffling of something in the underbrush, but from a cavernous creature larger than any moose could ever be.
Where had these animals been in the daytime? Why did it feel like they were surrounding us now?
I don’t know how I ever fell asleep, but when I awoke in the morning, the sun was beating down on us. From the sheen of sweat on my forehead to the dreadful pit in my stomach, I could tell something was horribly wrong.
When I scrambled to my feet and glanced around the area, I realized that only Jackson and I remained at our site. It was us, the clothes on our backs, and the demure amount of leftover supplies in our pockets: keys, gum wrappers, half-eaten power bars, and anything else that was ultimately unhelpful. We had been stranded on the forest floor, us against nature, as if something had swooped in from above and whisked Jackson’s friends under the pitch-black cover of the night.
I frantically took in our surroundings, peering into the bushes and pushing through thorny shrubbery. There were no tracks, no drag marks. Not even broken branches. I told Jackson we had to get out of there, and fast. I knew we needed to find the closest trailhead and book it down the mountain. Jackson ran so fast he nearly chipped a tooth on a steep hill. He was trying to keep up with me since I was faster by a long shot. All that sports stuff in high school paid off in the moment, so I almost felt bad leaving him in the dust. I called back over my shoulder to him every minute or so, making sure he was there.
He stuck with me for the most part. His t-shirt got torn by overhanging branches at one point, leaving a nasty scrape almost as red as the decimated fabric. I found myself struggling to remember if he was wearing that shirt to begin with, back when we started.
Then I decided I was losing it. It was like a fight against nature, Jackson and me against the blaring sun and sloping trail. Eventually, Jackson starts glaring menacingly at the passing scenery, cursing loudly and deliriously at everything surrounding us.
When we stumbled upon a trail marker, we barely had enough energy to celebrate. While we caught our breath, I tried to calm Jackson down. Something told me that cursing out Mother Nature wasn’t the best idea right now. Whatever was sicking the elements on us wouldn’t appreciate the nasty things he was saying about them. But he was terrified, and nothing I said could slap any reason into him. I had to lead us to safety, get us out of here.
Suddenly, I heard a sound in the distance. But unlike everything else we had heard so far, this one was man made. Jackson heard it too, and started yelling about a helicopter. He made a break off to the left, towards the sound, and I bolted after him. Somehow, he burst out into a tiny clearing.
Ripping off his red Bennington shirt, he started calling out and waving it in the air like a rescue flag. He jumped and shouted, but as the helicopter got closer, the unbelievable happened. The clearing started shrinking, tree branches reaching from either side to close the gap and obscure us from the view of the pilot. Jackson screamed in fury, cursing the forest like never before.
Then the chopper must have been lowering down towards the treelike because the wind picked up, blowing in circles around us like the blades were inches from our heads, faster and faster, more violent by the second.
The brush beneath our feet blew up in the air along with the topsoil and dead leaves, obscuring our vision. We could hear each other gasping for breath, trying to keep the debris out of our eyes and coughing. I flung my arms out into the space around me, calling for my best friend and reaching out for his hands. But then I felt something shift. The decaying leaves around me smelled stronger. The wind became more vicious. The earth trembled beneath my feet, and I thought I felt something looming above me, breathing down my neck but also looking straight into my unseeing eyes.
Then it clicked. Jackson's red shirt, the gravel pit, Paula's erratic behavior, the other missing hikers...something was picking these people off, luring them deeper into the woods where they were sure to never be seen again. Did the color red cause whatever it was to literally see red, like a sick, twisted joke? Like a giant bull in front of a matador? What kind of creature could it be? Such a stealthy hunter, a commanding presence that made man tremble at the sensation of its mere aura...I couldn't even think about it without snapping my mind.
Before the flurry of leaves and moist earth settled back onto the ground, I knew Jackson was gone. I knew the chopper hadn’t seen us and that I was on my own now. I tried not to panic as I felt like every hidden eye in the forest was staring me down, sizing me up. I took off blindly, but where to, I didn’t know. After what seemed like hours of desperately sprinting, I saw a pile of rocks in the distance. Shelter, I thought, and decided to rest there for a minute to get my wits back about me.
Then I had an idea. With what little juice I had in my phone and whatever cell service luck would afford me, I knew I had to send out a warning. For some reason, I didn’t think about myself. I didn’t think about dying, disappearing, or whatever had happened to my friends. If the nature around me would be the thing to end my life, so be it. I had decided to dedicate my life to nature long ago: to save it from my fellow man, to preserve its beauty, and to keep it out of the wrong hands, the people that wanted to use its power for evil and to bring about the harm of those around them. I know it sounds ridiculous to be thinking about when my life was at stake, but I knew it was what I needed to do.
From my makeshift hiding spot in the rocks, I began furiously typing my story with what little battery I had left on my phone. When my hands started cramping, I used the voice option. I didn’t care. I just had to get my story out there.
For an hour , I’d been trying to put it all down in words. I couldn't believe my luck, that my battery hadn’t run out yet.
I had almost gone to the end when I felt the same creeping silence begin to close in on me. It was as if the forest was falling silent around me, and that silence was racing in on all sides, but it was different from when I was in the gravel pit. There was more to the sensation this time, not just the sinking, breathless feeling and the loss of hearing.
Somewhere deep within the forest, but at the same time, only miles away, I heard an awful rumbling sound, something I’ve never heard before. Nothing like the helicopter, not even the giant animals I was convinced I had heard in the night. I can't even think of a word to describe it, but it filled me with a frantic kind of dread that I’ve never felt before. I feel it in the ground. My entire body wants to run as fast as I can, but it’s like I’m glued to the ground. I taste metal in my mouth like maybe I bit my cheek or the dirt from the wind or I bit on a rock, I spit and I can’t get it out. I’m going to open an app and copy and paste it so people can know while I still can type I’m shaking so hard they have to know.
And the smell I’m smelling it’s like fruit that’s gone ripe, but it keeps getting more ripe, a sickly sweetness that keeps building mixed with the smell of the richest earth imaginable.
This is happening now, I’m smelling this now and It’s it’s like I’m trapped under the shadow of some thing bigger something that’s taking the shadow away from the trees and I can’t see the shadow of the trees anymore and the ground around me is trembling. It’s like I can hear the trees calling out to whatever it is, that’s walking towards me or flying I can’t tell, everything is stretching and growing out towards me. No behind me above me something is coming. I’m I feel better right I feel better than I have in days or however long I’ve been out here I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m not hungry anymore. I feel fuller stronger smarter. My mind is overloading. I’m thinking of 1 million things like I don’t know if I can speak anymore it’s like, it’s like I’m fruit like I’m a ripening on the vine and this giant wings beating above me and the smell is too much I
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2023.06.10 06:22 Banned4lies I want to get started but money is tight and entry seems steep

This is going to be abit of a rant and the beginning will tie into aquascaping i promise.... So my neighbor died... she was a nice old woman that had lost her husband five years prior. Her husband kept his yard in a style that I would describe as american bonsai. The bushes were amazing... my wife looked after her and we knew her families history.. the history of the house.. the trees. Well the house was sold to someone turning it into a rental property, and we watched them cut all of her trees down. These trees were 60 years old and styled. The house had character. It was devastating to both me and my wife... honestly its odd to look out the window and get emotional about someone elses trees but here we are crying over a bunch of wood in a yard. That night at around 2am I was smoking a bowl on my patio and just shaking my head about a yard filled with dead trees and it occured to me that some of the wood from those trees would make for good hardscape. Ironically I had learned about hardscape by accident while watching a video about aquascaping a few days before. So I ran across the street and grabbed the wood that I could find and brought it into my yard for safekeeping. I watched another youtube video... then another... iwagumi style.. dutch style... water parameters.... CO2 injection ( are you fucking sereous?!), substrate... low tech.. high tech... I'm swimming in alot of ideas and knowledge and my ADHD is sifting through it all as best it can but now its time to make some decisions. I'm thinking I want to do a 14 gallon tank link is below. I like the idea of filterless but know it might be steep to go that route right away. I have maybe 300 dollars to get a tank and some plants.... i dont think fish will be until a month or two because of "cycling?". I dont want to kill a bunch of fish I buy right away... and plants for that matter. I figured the 14 gallon was a good place to start. maybe 5 neon tetras and a betta? if thats reasonable. Bettas are territorial bastards from what Ive read.. so maybe the tetras alone or a betta alone. If someone could give me some links for recommendations to fill out my buying list. As far as plants I would want to go with something that is hearty, and I like the idea of my aquascape looking very mossy. Other than that I have way to many ideas of what I could do but sometimes thats the biggest problem. Anyways thanks for reading.
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2023.06.10 06:22 GuyOnTheMike The craziest game of the 2023 season occured in the Pioneer League tonight: A 22-20 slugfest with a LOT to unpack

The chaotic, beautiful boxscore
The Grand Junction Jackalopes rallied to defeat the Northern Colorado Owlz 22-20 on Friday night. Some of the highlights:
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2023.06.10 05:59 Tricky-Action-660 I'm afraid I already met the love of my life and I'm never really going to fall in love with anyone else again.

I know the title sounds dramatic, and I know it's not the end of the world if it ends up being true. It's just really sad to think about. I met my (27f) partner (37m) "Mike" four years ago and immediately fell hard. For a long time I just brushed the feelings off as new relationship energy. I was young, and got excited about any new relationship. But this feeling lasted for months, and every time we were together, I left feeling giddier and more lovedrunk than ever. And after a year, I finally admitted it to myself. I was in love, and maybe for the first time. I didn't tell him I loved him, not at first. If I kept it to myself, it didn't have to be real. He couldn't break my heart if he didn't know he had it, right? But it slipped out a few months later, when we were saying goodnight to each other. It was a casual "I love you," like you say to your family when you get off the phone, but from that point on, I didn't keep it a secret anymore. I loved him, and he loved me. But I still hate saying it. I hate saying it, because there's this invisible countdown clock to the end of our relationship as we know it. There is no happily ever after for us. I get to love him for another year, maybe five, maybe ten. But there's no growing old together. There's no moving in together, no meeting the in-laws, no marriage, no children, no building a life together. I don't know if I even want those things. But if I did, it would be with him.
When we met, we both had primary partners. I had a boyfriend of two years, and he had a girlfriend of ten years. I have since broken up with that primary and haven't seriously dated anyone else. Mike is still with his primary girlfriend, of course, and their relationship is so beautiful and I like her a lot and I think they are perfect together. They spent their formative years together. They became adults together and built a life together and shared experiences that I could never understand. This post isn't about her. Even if she were out of the picture, it wouldn't really change anything. The fact is, someday life is going to take us on separate paths. Neither of us have roots in this town where we live, and both of us are expecting major life changes within the next 1-5 years. If I get a job offer in another state, I'm leaving, and he isn't coming with me, and vice versa. Of course this wouldn't mean we never talk to each other again. I expect we would keep in touch, maybe check in with a text every couple of months. But it would mean no more cuddling on the couch every Wednesday night. No more stopping by with soup when I'm sick. No more weekend bike rides and no more last minute invites to the bar.
I've known this and understood this from the minute our relationship began. It was always meant to be temporary, short-term even. What bothers me is that I'm pretty sure I'm never going to feel this way about someone again. Believe me, I've tried. I've dated a lot in the past four years, and I have met so many interesting, kind, beautiful people. I've had flings that lasted a couple of months, and I have friends who I hook up with every once in a while. But I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about Mike, not even close. Sometimes I think it would be easier if I had never met Mike--then I would just think the lukewarm feelings I have about everyone else were as good as it gets. The way they sing about love in songs? The way it's described in books and poetry? I could go on imagining that those were exaggerations, or that I just wasn't the sort of person to get swept up in some epic romance. But I HAVE met Mike, and I HAVE known love. Now when I hear someone singing about love, I get it. I understand how it fills you up and makes you want to explode. I understand wanting to yell from the rooftops because you just can't contain your feelings. And I'm afraid that this is it for me. People talk about soulmates, they talk about finding "the one," and I used to think that was stupid because there are so many people on this planet that are amazing in so many different ways, and there are so many ways and reasons to fall in love, but after four years of trying, I'm beginning to think this is it. I found The One. And maybe I'm lucky, because if it really is so hard to find someone that you truly connect with, most people probably never find that kind of connection. But all I can think is how devastating it will be once we've separated, because I'll know how good it can get and I'll know what I'm missing out on.

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2023.06.10 05:44 Leftylizard9085 I play a game they call "Sleep Points". Every night I hide under my blanket (Part 7)

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When I got home from school, even though I knew the clock wasn’t literally going to try to eat me alive like it always seemed to want to on weeknights, I still watched it intensely, dreading every minute that passed. Even though this had all been what I was hoping for over the course of the last week and a half, going through with everything I would need to do to meet up with Anastasia at her house in the middle of the night still seemed way scarier than just dealing with the clock’s nightly threats against my life which, by that point, had become something of a routine for me.
At 11:00 PM, my parents looked like they had gone to sleep. I would wait another hour as Anastasia had advised. I would leave at midnight. And that wouldn’t be a problem since it was a Friday night, and my clock wasn’t going through its usual changes. By that time, the clock hadn’t started glowing or even turning the slightest shade of red.
When midnight did come, the clock was still in the same state as it was at 11. My parents were still asleep. They hadn’t even gotten up for a bathroom break. I turned on the kitchen lights, hoping it wouldn’t wake my parents up. It didn’t. I went to the kitchen table to take the keys to my father's truck. They weren’t there. I had no idea where else to look for them.
I tried looking all around the kitchen and living room. I checked mom and dad's bathroom. Nothing. I didn’t know how I would make my way to Anastasia’s house now. I could just picture her, spending all night at her back door, waiting for me to show up, without me ever coming. Maybe I'd find the keys tomorrow. But that seemed like a fat chance since dad wasn't gonna be driving anywhere tomorrow.
I wouldn't have him to find them for me. It looked like I’d have to wait a whole nother week on any answers now.
I had recently invested in a new watch. I had some allowance money left over from when I was a kid. My school has a little gift shop with small things like school-themed wristwatches, so after my last class of the day, I stopped by and picked up a College High watch so I could check the time without needing to look at the clock in my room or at my phone. I'm bringing this up because at around this point I was watching with increasing anxiety as time was passing by. According to the watch, the time now was 12:30 and I still didn’t have any access to my father’s car.
I was already feeling hopeless enough, just thanks to that fact, but then I remembered that I still didn’t even know how to get to Anastasia’s house.
Since I still didn’t know where the keys were and it didn’t look like I’d find them any time soon, I figured I’d take a break from looking, and go on my phone to look up her address on google maps. I knew I shouldn’t have been using my phone since it was apparently super important not to let it die. I figured it must've been one of those rules like keeping my head under the blanket when the monster showed up, along with the rest of my body. But I would only need my phone for a few minutes. Just enough time to look at google maps and sketch out a rough map of the route from my house to Anastasia’s.
The first thing I noticed when I typed in her address was that, thankfully, her house wasn’t too horrendously far away from mine. It would just be a 4-mile drive. So hopefully this meant that, if push did come to shove, I could still just walk there if I had too. I’d probably be late, but that would be better than not showing up at all. So, I at least had that as a back-up plan if nothing else. But it would still be risky. It would take a lot of time to walk there, and then to walk back. Maybe mom and dad would be up after all was said and done. Maybe they’d hear me coming back inside the house, regardless of how I made it to Anastasia’s. Maybe I’d wake up Anastasia’s parents too.
Since I only had an hour and thirty-five minutes left, I had no time to worry all that much about any of this though. I had to get to work, jotting down the path to Anastasia’s house. I would turn left out of my driveway, stay on that road for about a mile and a half, then turn right and stay on that road for another half-mile, then turn left for another mile, and then left again for a final fourth mile.
Another thing I noticed was that Anastasia lived out in the middle of absolute nowhere. I thought I did too, but Anastasia’s house was on a whole nother level of out there.
Fortunately, that meant I’d be driving pretty much exclusively on backroads, so it would literally be impossible to take a wrong turn after I made my first turn out of the driveway and the next right turn after that after about a mile and a half. It also meant that I would be pretty much guaranteed not to run into any other drivers, especially at that time of night. But I guess her remote address explained why she didn’t have the internet connection she would need to do a video call.
Since it was a quarter to 1 by that point, after I found out how to drive to her house, I put on all the layers I could find, took the flashlight that my mom had given me for the walk I had went on during the week prior, and started trying to walk over there, without my parents’ car, despite her recommendations. Even though it was four miles by car, I wouldn't have to worry about staying on the road if I just walked there. If I walked in a straight line, I could get there in just over 2 and half miles or so. I had decided to leave, not out of the front door, but out of the door in the hallway that led to the garage. That door made less noise than the front door.
Unfortunately, I started to get the sense that I hadn’t thought this plan through when I realized I would still have to open the garage door in order to make my way into the outside world. Which, yeah, made considerably more noise than the front door. But then I realized it didn’t matter, since I was gonna have to open the garage door anyway if I wanted to get the car out of the garage and onto the road. So, I had still made the right decision. Except no I hadn’t, because I had just remembered that I still didn’t have the car keys, and so I was supposed to be ditching the whole car idea anyway and had just randomly forgotten about all of that.
I know that all probably sounded pretty messy and wasn't very easy to follow, but maybe someone else reading with ADHD can relate. But anyway, confusing thought processes aside, I walked out the front door and started making my way to Anastasia’s on foot. It really was freezing though. I really did wonder if I could actually make it all the way to her house.
Before I even made it to the end of the driveway, I began to change my mind and decided driving really would be a more reasonable alternative. Obviously, the backroads wouldn’t even be close to snow plowed. But the snow only looked to be about maybe 6 or 7 inches deep, which was still driveable enough with the snow-proof tires that my dad had on his truck. This level of snow isn't all that uncommon around here, so those tires are pretty much a must-have for anybody living in deathly cold climates like us.
So, I could still drive despite the snow, albeit only very slowly what with how much the snow would slow me down. But I was supposed to be driving slowly anyway because I was only 14 and didn’t have a license. But I still couldn’t drive without those keys. Then I remembered I still had my bike in the garage. It was supposedly “all terrain”, so hopefully that meant it could handle the snow. I went into the garage, got my bike out, and tried riding it. Unfortunately, the tires on that bike weren’t even close to capable of handling the snow. I tried pedaling as hard as I could but hardly got anywhere before falling over. I had a feeling this would probably happen. It seemed like a dumb idea but, since I didn’t want to steal my dad’s truck and I couldn’t even seem to find his keys anyway, I figured it was at least worth a shot.
I was just about to say “fuck it” and try meeting Anastasia again on some other night when, just as I had put my bike down in the garage, I had seen that my dad had left behind his keys in the key slot of his car door. Apparently, the reason that they weren’t where they usually were was because my father had locked the truck and just forgot to take his keys with him. I turned the key sticking out of the driver’s side door and it opened. So I really could get inside of his truck after all.
I put the key into the ignition and then put it in reverse. The truck made quite a bit of noise when its ignition started, so I had just hoped that I hadn’t woken up my parents with that. Luckily, my garage is on the other side of the house from where my parents sleep, so the sound did at least have a long way to travel. Once I started backing the truck out of the garage and into the driveway, I ran into another problem. Since the roads weren’t plowed, they were just as snowy as anywhere else. So even with the rearview mirror, I had no idea where my driveway stopped and the road started. I figured I would just keep backing up until I felt like I’d gone far enough.
Far enough came sooner than expected though. Eventually, the car had very clearly backed into the grass, meaning I had backed up too far. Fortunately, I saw that I hadn’t veered too much out of the straight line I was trying to go in, because driving in reverse meant I could see the truck’s tracks right in front of me with the help of the headlights. The car fell onto the grass from back to front. So that meant that the road was now directly in front of me. Since I needed to take a left from my house if I was facing away from it, and I was now facing the opposite direction given that I was looking right at it, that meant that I now had to make a right turn in order to still be going in the right direction.
I took a moment to make sure my logic was right and, once I felt confident, I turned the truck right and then tried to feel for where the road was based on how well the truck was able to move. Eventually I was able to drive relatively smoothly, so I took that to mean that I was back on the road. I tried to angle myself properly so that I wouldn’t wind up veering off the road again. Now and then I would wind up driving myself off the road. But since I was only going like 5 miles an hour, I was able to catch myself before the car wound up falling into any ditches or something.
Since the road was entirely empty, I eventually made the decision to just drive in the middle of the road. Or at least, wherever I thought the middle of the road was. That way, I’d limit the likelihood of driving myself off the right edge.
After about 20 or 30 minutes of driving painfully slowly, I finally saw the sign for my first turn. Since all the turns I was making were fairly sharp ones, they were basically all 90 degrees, there were road signs that I could use to gauge when I should turn without needing to see the road itself. So I still knew when to do it, even though I couldn’t see the road under all the snow and I couldn't use GPS since my phone had to stay on the charger at all costs.
But the snow still made those sharp turns very difficult to make. So I had to start all my turns pretty far ahead of where they actually would’ve been in the road. Naturally, I wound up driving off the road when making literally all of them. But I was always able to work out where the road was supposed to be soon enough. I guess since people are more likely to veer off the road when making turns as opposed to when they’re driving straight, there didn’t seem to be any ditches around all those sharp turns, thankfully enough.
After I made that first turn, I checked my watch. It was now a quarter after 1. I still had 50 minutes to go. I wasn’t making great time, but I had still made it about a third of the way in only about 25 minutes. If I kept up the pace, I’d be there after just under an hour of driving. Which would put me there a little bit after 2 AM. So, pretty much exactly at 2:05, the time we agreed on.
I kept on driving incredibly slowly for what felt like forever. Finally I had made my last turn, and after a bit, I could see lights from the houses off the side of the road in the distance. I figured that this must be the neighborhood Anastasia lived in. If you could even call it a neighborhood. The houses were so hugely spaced out that it hardly even made sense to say you had neighbors. But then, she really did live out in the middle of nowhere.
Every time I passed by a house, I got out of the car and looked for an address with my flashlight. This slowed me down, but it still ensured that I would be headed for the right house. I kept the slip of paper with her address on it since I knew that, without that sheet, I’d absolutely forget which address was hers. I was actually pretty pleased with myself for having thought ahead like that. I usually didn’t. I guess I still usually don’t, if I’m being honest.
I was worried that this whole procedure of getting out of the car to scope out for an address every time I passed a new house would make me late. But fortunately, Anastasia’s house was the third house I came across on that street. So thankfully, I didn’t wind up having to check that many houses and it only cost me maybe another 5 minutes. When I checked my watch, I found I had actually arrived sooner than I had thought. Even with checking every house I had come across up to that point for the address, it was only 1:50.
I had made it with 15 minutes to spare. That meant I had made that last two thirds of my trip in about the same amount of time that I had spent on my first, meaning I had wound up going twice as fast. I suppose as I had gotten comfortable with driving, I sped up the car a little without even realizing it. Doubling your speed sounds like it should be a huge difference, but when you’re only going from 5 miles per hour to 10, I guess it must be pretty hard to notice.
Since I had so much time left and the weather outside was still hellishly cold, I stayed in the truck with the heater blaring. After a couple of minutes, I noticed an ominous red light glowing out of the side of the house. That seemed off to me since surely that couldn’t have anything to do with Anastasia’s clock. It wasn’t a weeknight and even if it was, it was still well past midnight. I remembered what she had told me about how I was still on Stage One. Maybe the fact that she was on a much later stage had something to do with what I was seeing. The fact that I was still on Stage One did, after all, seem like it had something to do with the fact that I was only threatened by the clock on weeknights.
My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and so I braved the cold and snow to go check out what was happening. There was a window on the side of the house. The curtains were left open so with the red light blaring from it, I could see inside fairly easily. Especially since the house was only one story, so it wasn’t like the window was too high up off the ground for me to see through, either.
My fears had been confirmed. Upon looking into the room, I could see exactly where the red light was emanating from: the clock on the nightstand. The face inside was as clear as ever. Every feature slowly growing, approaching the glass in front of the clock’s face. But it wasn’t looking at me. It was very clearly directing its vile and hateful gaze at the person under the covers.
The person had her head covered underneath the blanket, so I couldn’t directly tell who it was. But I figured it had to be Anastasia. For one, there was no way in hell anybody else in her family was playing Sleep Points too. I mean, what are the odds of that? And for another, the room pretty clearly looked like it belonged to a teenage girl about Anastasia’s age. Everything looked like it was pink and had all kinds of frills to it. I even noticed some boyband poster on the other end of the room. If this wasn’t the most stereotypical teenage girl’s room, I had no fucking clue what was.
Finally, 2 o’clock had come. I could see why she had told me 2:05. I had never seen the monster from the clock break out. I had always had my head under the covers whenever it happened. But since this was Anastasia’s clock and not mine and since the face in the clock was staring her down and not me, and since I had an entire wall separating me from the thing, I guess I somehow managed to muster up the courage to watch the monster in action.
Suddenly, the hands and numbers of the clock’s face began to almost melt into the monster’s face. It had broken out of the sheet of glass holding it back. But that seemed to be the only thing that was broken. The rest of the actual clock remained pretty intact as the unspeakable thing from within started to slither out of the clock and onto the floor. Since the hands and numbers were still on its face, it kinda looked like they had been imprinted on it like some kind of tattoo artwork. It very quickly expanded in size and let out this unholy screech that I could hear very loudly even from behind the window. But Anastasia was still sleeping very peacefully. Totally motionless like nothing at all was going on.
It prowled around her bed, looking for the slightest sign of motion. It looked almost skeptically at her. As if it could tell whether she was really sleeping or not. And God only knows what would’ve happened to her if she wasn’t. Eventually, the monster seemed satisfied with what he saw and shrunk himself down to his original size. He slid back into the clock, and as he did so, there was one last glow of red light. The glass had been restored. It was now 2:01.
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2023.06.10 05:42 bajie90 今天学到的新知识: Dave Van Ronk是69年石墙暴乱第一天被捕的13个人之一。

今天学到的新知识: Dave Van Ronk是69年石墙暴乱第一天被捕的13个人之一。
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2023.06.10 05:27 allsmilesreally Friend dropped out of an important trip last minute, knowing how much it would hurt me. What do I do? How do I move on?

I (23NB) have a lot of trauma - just, generally. I've had a hard time making and keeping friends, to the point where abandonment issues are one of my biggest psychological problems. Most of my friendships are online, and I've had instances where my entire friend group leaves me without even talking to me about it. I just wake up and they've all blocked me. One major incident happened when the morning I was supposed to go to a convention with a friend, she messaged me on my way to the airport to tell me she was no longer coming.
I also have a lot of trouble with my birthday. I don't ask for a lot during the year, so my birthday is my one time I get to be a little selfish, but most of the time whatever I ask for doesn't end up working out, and I get really upset. My family takes over to make it what they want instead, or the people I really wanted to come end up not coming without even saying why.
Anyway, my birthday is next Saturday, and to make up for all of the bad birthdays and other difficult things that have been going on, my family told me a few months ago that they were going to take me to Walt Disney World. I was pretty excited because I love it there, but I was even more excited when they told me I could bring my best friend - we'll call her Evie.
Evie (26NB) has been my friend for almost five years now. We met online through writing and ended up finding out we had a lot of similar interests. I go to her and her girlfriend, Uma (26NB) about pretty much everything in my life. Evie knows how difficult it is for me with friends. She knows about my family issues and how difficult they often make my life. (I know, I know, 'but they're taking you to Disney!' Trust me. They all have issues.) Evie was there for the convention incident; she's been invited to every birthday and seen me upset. I don't want to say there's not fun conversations too, far from it, but the point is she knows how hard things are.
Evie jumped at the chance to come to Disney with us. My parents even said they would cover her airfare, transport to the hotel, room fare, tickets, and meals - all she would have to pay for were snacks and souvenirs, if she wanted any. We'd been talking about going to Disney together for as long as I could remember, and I was so so excited for it to finally be happening.
Well. Yesterday, out of nowhere, she told me she couldn't come anymore. The conversation (through Discord text chat) went roughly as follows.
Evie: Something has come up and I'm not going to be able to come to Disney anymore. I feel like absolute shit about it. My work sent out a PTO freeze last night and we can't take any days off until July.
Me: I mean, you can't tell them that you have a vacation that's planned and paid for?
Evie: Also my mom is in the hospital with pancreatitis.
Me: Oh okay. I'm sorry. Please let me know if you need anything.
Evie: I absolutely will, this is a nightmare.
I messaged Uma to let her know what had happened and that I was going to need to take some time away. She understood. I also put in our groupchat the same thing. Uma has messaged me a few times to say good morning and goodnight, but Evie hasn't reached out yet.
Now. I know that things happen. Trust me - I have trauma, I had a bad bad feeling that something would end up going wrong, just like always. But it's hard for me to accept that this friend, who has seen everything I've been through, who knows how much it would hurt, just. Dropped out. And hasn't even bothered to check in on me. She didn't take time off for this trip, and it's a week away. Her mom is sick, and that's terrible and I feel awful, but her stepdad and sister live with them and she has a good support network. I want to cry over it, but I haven't been able to. I just feel so numb.
I'm going to try to have the best time possible at Disney. But when I get back, or even before then, I'm going to have to talk to Evie and I have no idea what to say. I don't want to just pretend like everything is fine, that I'm not hurt. But I don't want her to feel bad either. I don't see the point in emphasizing how hurt I am - she has to know, based off what I've confided in her and what she's seen. And if she doesn't know, then I can't be the one to break it to her. I don't want to lose her as a friend but I don't know if I can even talk to her anymore.
Thank you all for reading this far. Any advice is appreciated more than you know, and I hope you all have a wonderful day/afternoon/night regardless.
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2023.06.10 05:21 AstronautPuzzled6733 A Russian Tourist Is Killed in a Shark Attack in Egypt

A Russian Tourist Is Killed in a Shark Attack in Egypt
A Russian tourist has been killed by a shark while swimming on an Egyptian beach. A tiger shark dragged him under the water as onlookers shouted for help, and a video of the attack has been circulated online. The man is seen screaming "papa" as the shark circles him and pulls him under. The video ends with a small boat arriving on the scene seconds after the attack.
The attack happened Thursday in Hurghada, a Red Sea resort city, near the Dream Beach Sheraton, according to local media. The victim, named by Russian media as 23-year-old Vladimir Popov, was at the beach with his father. A witness told local media that the family was preparing to swim together when a large shark approached and attacked.
Popov was dragged under the water, and onlookers can be heard screaming for him to fight back. He resurfaced and fought the shark, but the animal pulled him under again. His father could be seen on the beach watching helplessly as his son was mauled. The man was dragged underwater several more times and was then left in a pool of blood. He was dragged under so many times that his arms and legs were torn from him. The shark then returned to eat the remains of his body.
It was a horrific scene for onlookers, and some began throwing rocks at the creature. A local fisherman later caught the shark, and it was beaten to death with a rope, local media reported. The fisherman said the shark was responsible for a number of attacks in the area.
International experts have been analyzing the evidence from the beach, including interviewing witnesses and studying the environment. They are trying to determine why the shark was acting as it did, though they do not believe it was a rogue shark. It is likely that the shark was simply looking for food, and was provoked by people.
Theories have been put forward by the team investigating the shark attacks, including that fishermen are feeding sharks in popular diving areas, causing them to associate humans with food. The team also believes that a lack of natural food in the sea may be forcing sharks to become bolder and more aggressive in their search for prey.
Despite the recent tragedies, shark attacks in Egypt are still very rare. There were only five fatal unprovoked shark attacks worldwide in 2022, and two of them were in Egypt. That is a far lower rate than the number of people killed by cows, which kill an average of 22 people each year. Despite this, there are steps that tourists can take to make themselves more safe when visiting the Red Sea. They should avoid swimming in areas where there are coral reefs, and should always swim in groups or with a guide. They should not swim at night, and should not enter the water if it is stormy or rough. Also, they should not swim or dive if they are bleeding or injured.
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2023.06.10 05:05 System-Bomb-5760 (CW: long) Working on a story involving elves, AM (almost) A

So there are elves, and this race of BBEGs is making them provide a huge amount of slaves every year for the BBEGs' slave markets (as they do with other races). The BBEGS are masters of space & time magic, and have spaceships as well, and one of the things they do is use timeviewing to suppress development of those fields in their client races. Usually involves someone who would otherwise grow up to push one of those sciences getting spectacularly disintegrated while they're a schoolchild, with the death attributed so something like "instant justice."
There are ways to shield against "instant justice," but I'm not going into those right now.
Main thing the BBEGs control is travel. You want to travel somewhere, you have to do it thru a portal they built. And if your world has portals they built, you can guarantee you're sending them slaves (or the world is completely dead and there's no sapient life).
There is enough interplanetary trade that you can get Misfits shirts, and Levi's jeans, and something carbonated that tastes like Pepsi (sorry, Coke fans, I'm a Pepsi drinker), and maybe an iPhone that's cool to use even if you can't get wireless internet (or internet at all- most planets don't have the network infrastructure for even cell signal). Hell, they're probably still making late '90s clamshell iBooks somewhere. There's some firearms, if you like revolvers and big honking Martini- Henry style rifles, but melee weapons and magic are still huge.
Anyway, there's a race of High Elves on a world, and they're the former ruling class of a once galaxy- spanning empire (brought down thru supremely powerful time magic so the elves were *always* only ever a client race of the BBEGs, but things get wibbly- wobbly at the periphery of it, which is why the BBEGs aren't spamming the F out of that kind of magic). But, the High Elves' slave quota is higher than they can provide thru natural reproduction. So they go out, kidnap members of other races thru various means, and use transformation devices to make them into High Elves. Which then get use to satisfy the quota (cloning is somehow not an option- they probably didn't go down that branch of the metaphorical tech tree).
The problem the High Elves are facing, is that the quota is so high it's caused them to shut down practically everything else. Humanities? Gone. Arts? Gone. Architecture? Brutalistic Minimalism. Music? The instruments are in a museum somewhere but nobody knows how to play them or what they're supposed to sound like. Sex? Well, there's so much pressure to capture as many slaves as possible, they actually give medals to Hero Mothers who bear children as a way to reduce the stigma of taking time off for the pregnancy.
High Elf architecture is based on spheres and ellipses made out of sculpted mud which is then transmuted into rock. They're glued together like weird grapes (or dates), with spiral staircases on the outside or sometimes in between. One MC has a house in a cliff edge city about five hundred feet up above the ocean and over a mile out, with quartz floors so you can see the weird glowing whales coming up near the surface at night.
About the only thing the High Elves still do from their old empire, is catty infighting. Because of course. There's a ton of intrigue, with various factions trying to undermine each other out of at least thousands of years of spite and internal revanchism. They literally can't think to blame the BBEGs for their situation, when they can blame the next faction(s) over. And yes, this could easily result in their own extinction but they really don't have the available cognition to think that far ahead anymore.
The High Elves' TF magic tends to work powerful changes. Memories of the former life become blurry & distant, and it overwrites the person's skill set (triggering moments like the one from Demolition Man where the guy is like "I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but I guess I'm good at it").
...and that's about all I've got. Like I said, I'm not going into dealing with how you defend against "instant justice." Can't give up all my secrets, y'know?
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2023.06.10 04:59 SilverSpotter Beautiful Dreamer [F4A][Dreaming][Established Relationship][Coping with Loss][Returning Memories]

For the VA: You are playing the role of "Rem", a living dream that exists within the listeners mind. You've been fine with your circumstances until you've been noticing signs that you and your dreamer might be separated forever.
Unsure of what's going to happen to yourself, you've been doing your best to just try and accept your fate, and cherish your remaining time with your dreamer.
All sound effects are encouraged, but still optional.
Feel free to change the dialogue to your liking, or even completely improvise. Whatever you need to make the lines feel more natural. What matters is keeping the general story the same.
You may absolutely monetize this, but if you should place this product behind a paywall, I would appreciate a copy of the performance.
Feel free to ask any questions or bring up any concerns, should they come up.
Context: While resting in bed, you feel a blissful pull on your mind into the darkness of sleep. To your surprise, you hear a voice calling out as clear as day, and you feel compelled to respond.

Rem: (Softly) "Baby? Are you here?" (Relieved on finding the listener) There you are! It was pretty hard to see you this time."
[Listener: "Who are you? Where am I?"]
Rem: (Light chuckle) "You're dreaming again. Don't worry though. It normally takes you a little while to get your memory back. It's kind of my favorite part of the dream. I like seeing you react to things for the first time all over again.
Oh! But do I look familiar? Even if you don't remember me, I should look familiar at least.
(Smug chuckle while she gives the dreamer a moment) No? Don't worry. I can see your eyes light up when you look at me, even if you don't think you remember."
[Listener: "Why is it so dark then?"]
Rem: "Its always been this dark in the beginning. You always meet me here at the first stage of REM sleep. Actually, that's why we thought "Rem" would be a good name for me!
... (Bashful) I'm glad I'm the first thing you think of when you fall asleep."
[As if cutting off the dreamer]
Rem: "Shh! Hold that thought! Look! You're starting to dream! Well. Dream more.
(Curious) What is that anyway? A road?"
[Splashing sounds]
Rem: "Oof! Am asphalt road on water. What the heck? Hurry! Get on the road!"
[Dreamer talks]
Rem: "Why is there a road on the water? Like I said, it's a dream. This is far from the weirdest thing you've dreamed about. (Mischievous giggle)"
[Dreamer: "What else did I dream of?"]
Rem: "You wanna hear one? Hmm... There was this time that we were in a school together, but the classrooms were modified to be pig pens. And your old classmates, from elementary school, were still kids, and still bullying you. They tried to get you to go down a drain in the pens? I don't know. It was weird. You ended up flying away anyway. I guess you took the roof off the building, because I don't remember crashing through any ceiling!
(Laughing) What? You asked! I'm just a dream along for the ride! I have no control over the weird plot twists the other dreams take."
[Seeing something nearby]
Rem: "Oh! Look! A car! A Ford Model T, but still a car. We can probably get out of here if we take that. Don't worry. I'll drive."
[Dreamer talks while the two get into the car]
Rem: "Yup! That's another way you found out I'm real; I know some things you don't. I guess I just like vintage cars more than you?"
[Starts with any car engine sound and begins to drive]
Rem: "I don't remember anything before your dreams, but I know things about the world that you don't. We felt this confirmed that I'm alive. A "real dream". Just not a dream-come-true..."
[Dreamer talks]
Rem: "That's what I said, actually! You were the one who pointed out that, no matter how lucid the dream, you could never alter me in any major way. Go ahead!
(Proudly, playfully defiant) I am immune to your power!"
[Dreamer: "Do you call me dreamer?"]
Rem: (Softly) "Yeah. I do call you dreamer. See? You're remembering! Do you remember why?"
[Dreamer doesn't, so Rem begins humming the song 'Beautiful Dreamer' for a moment]
Rem: "The song, Beautiful Dreamer.
(Enamored) You... You sang it to me after you realized I was real."
[Dreamer: "On our first date."]
Rem: (Gasps in surprise) "You remembered! Yes! On our first date.
(In a monotone voice) That makes you my dream girl!
(Normal voice) Nice try, buster. You say that line each time.
(Giggling) But it always makes me smile."
[Stopping the car]
Rem: "After you sang to me I told you that I'm a dream, not a dreamer. You didn't like thinking about me like that though, so I started hammering it into your head over and over again by calling you the dreamer. And it stuck at some point. But with a fondness I feel for you."
[Dreamer asks why they stopped]
Rem: "What? We've driven far enough that I'm sure nothing new is going to happen, so we can just park it for now. And while you were busy marveling at your exceptionally beautiful girlfriend, I noticed the water started to act up around us. Rocks and waves are showing up out of the water."
[Dreamer: "How long have we been together?"]
Rem: "I was worried you'd ask how long we've been together. Ugh. I suck at math. How long have we been together in real time? About two years, four weeks, and five days."
[Sounds of crashing waves and seagulls in the background]
Rem: "How long have we been together in dream time? Over forty years, I think?"
[Dreamer says something causing Rem to burst out laughing]
Rem: "Wait! I just told you that we've been dating for over forty years and you just noticed I look like your ideal partner? That's what I was saying when I asked if I look familiar. Why did you realize it just now?"
[Dreamer: "I was imagining how lucky I am to spend forty years with you."]
Rem: (Hitched gasp, followed by light crying) "No! I'm sorry. That was really sweet of you to say. I-I'm lucky to have spent these past few decades with you too!...
(Sniffle) I-it's just... Um... I don't want it to end..."
[Dreamer talks]
Rem: "No. I'm not talking about you just waking up... When you wake up, I'm still here, somewhere in your daydreams... It's just... The dreams have been getting shorter. Really short... We think it means... Well..."
[Dreamer speaks]
Rem: "... Yeah. That we might never see each other one day. We don't know if I'm dying, or if a dream's fantasy is just coming to an end... We're not sure of much about it.
(Sniffles) You've been a dream come true to me. And I don't want it to end... But I don't think you'll remember me entirely before you wake up."
[Dreamers hugs Rem, causing her voice to tremble with sorrow]
Rem: "Th-thank you, Dreamer. Even with all of this, I still feel better in your arms."
[Deep sigh, and a slightly more cheery tone]
Rem: "No, really. I do feel better. It's just... I'm feeling a lot of emotions right now."
[Dreamer: "Maybe we can get someone to help?"]
Rem: "Dreamer, I love you, but you ask that every time. I know you can't help it, so I'll just keep it simple; Who could possibly help us? Whenever you wake up, you forget everything that happened. Sometimes you remember bits and pieces, and you get the cutest smile on your face, even when you can't remember why you're so happy.
(Sigh) We've spent years trying to think of a way out of this, so please, just let me... Let me enjoy the time I have left with you."
[Dreamer agrees]
Rem: "Thank you, baby."
[Deep breath to compose herself]
Rem: "So! What are you dreaming about now? No offense, but this kind of looks... Boring? Its a pretty night sky, a full moon, some rocks near the road- OH! I think I see mermaids!"
[Pointing out]
Rem: "There! See?...
(Confused) What?
(Playfully annoyed) Oh puh-lease! I literally look like your ideal woman. Between me and them? It's no contest. Just look! They're singing something, I think. I can't hear anything though... You can't hear them either? Huh. Not the weirdest thing you've dreamed of."
[Rem suddenly remembering]
Rem: "Oh! Do you wanna know what the weirdest thing you dreamed of was?"
[Dreamer replies]
Rem: "OK, so! Do you remember that little house you grew up in when you were little?
[Sound begins to fade away for a time skip]
Rem: "Right! Well, part of it was a castle in a swamp, and- Shush! I know it doesn't make sense, let me finish the story!"
[Sound fades back in as a unknown amount of time has passed]
Rem: "So you put me in your satchel, and jumped out of its mouth, but for some reason, my top half couldn't go all the way into the satchel this time.
(Laughing) Yes! So you do remember! Oh my God! I was so pissed off after my head bumped into its teeth. The teeth broke, but I had such a bad headache after that, I just couldn't keep my eyes from watering."
[Dreamer talks]
Rem: "No! I wasn't crying! Don't you think if I was crying I would've worked out as many pity points as I could get from you?
(Smug chuckle) Yeah, OK. Pity points got us into that mess, but I really wasn't crying! We'd have missed the dance if I wasted too much time."
[Dreamer talks]
Rem: "Right? That was so fun! I'm not even a fan of disco, but I had to see that through."
[Laughing before letting out a deep and happy sigh]"
[Dreamer: "Wow. Can I get tired in dreams?"]
Rem: (Sadly) "Yeah... You can get tired in dreams. It happens right before you wake up."
[Dreamer talks]
Rem: "No. Its not like when you're awake. You can't force yourself to stay awake. Eventually you'll fade back to reality."
[Dreamer replies]
Rem: "I don't want you to go either!... But I don't want our last moments to be desperate and scared.
[Dreamer kisses Rem, allowing her to let out a relaxed sigh]
Rem: "Thank you, baby. [Pleased giggle] Here. Why don't you lay your head on my lap?"
[Interrupting Dreamer]
Rem: "Shhh... Don't worry about that right now... Thank you."
[Giggling again as Dreamer rests their head on her lap]
Rem: "Yeah. You probably couldn't do this in a regular car, but this isn't a regular car. Comfy? Good!..."
[Deep breath]
Rem: "Even the sun in here is starting to rise... Yeah. It's OK. Just relax..."
[A moment goes by before Rem begins to sing Beautiful Dreamer, but gets interrupted partway through with a whoosh, as Dreamer vanishes]
Rem: (Urgently) "Dreamer? Dreamer!"
[Rem begins to cry, but tries to compose herself by singing again. She changes the first few words to 'Beautiful Dreamer, don't forget me', and the audio fades to an end as she continues to sing through her tears.]
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2023.06.10 04:51 docXfamas [H] June Choice and other bundled games [W] Paypal, TF2 keys



JUNE 2023 games
MAY 2023 games
APRIL 2023 games
MARCH 2023 games
Safe in Our World Charity Bundle 2023
FEBRUARY 2023 games
Survival Instinct Bundle
JANUARY 2023 games
DECEMBER 2022 Monthly Bundle Leftovers
Black Friday VR Voyager's Pack
NOVEMBER 2022 Monthly Bundle Leftovers


MY REP Wishlist
TF2 keys/ Csgo Cases
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2023.06.10 04:51 SpectrographicDetail So pissed at my friend

for context: me and my friend are both in our 20s, female. known each other for years. we’ve had lots of ups and downs in our relationship and right now we’re talking more than we have in the past.
she calls me a few times a week to talk and these phone calls last hours. not because we’re talking back and forth and having a good time - no. she’s talking. that’s it. for hours. about nothing.
she’ll give me every detail of a night where she went out with friends and talk about the conversations she had, and relay them to me word for word. she’ll talk about her days at work and relay situations in a narrative that takes an hour to explain. she’s facetimed me and seen me trying to stay awake after i’ve worked a long shift and just keep talking with no self awareness. one time i literally couldn’t get off facetime with her while i was on my way to meet another friend for drinks (she wouldn’t stop talking) so i had to carry her through public on facetime and she only stopped talking when i hugged my friend and said hi - phone in hand with facetime still going. i’ve told her goodbye on the phone before and had her remember something she wanted to say and keep talking for an additional 10-15 minutes when i need to hang up.
i’m going through a divorce after enduring domestic violence for months and multiple instances of marital rape. i briefly told her about it after i left my husband and i’ve maybe spent a total of ten minutes talking about what happened with her over a span of six months since i left. i feel like i have her attention for maybe ten seconds at a time before i lose it even when i talk about my situation with her. my other friends have kindly sat and listened and conversed with me about what i’ve gone through but this friend is so self absorbed that she can’t stop talking about herself for five minutes.
i’m ranting because she just called me after i worked 13 hours with no lunch break. i didn’t answer. i have nothing left to give.
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2023.06.10 04:44 I_Graduated I owe my philosophy professors and my academic advisor my life

To begin with, some context.
I struggled throughout my life in school because I have a number of learning disabilities. Dealing with them has been long, hard, and expensive, but I have more or less learned to live my life with them. In university, I started in Engineering and I spent three and a half years in it before failing grades and COVID forced me to change degrees. I changed into a double major of Drama and Philosophy. This new direction was for the best as my grades came back up, I was no longer stressed about school, and I finally found what I wanted to do with my life. Although my parents supported me the whole way, it was still an incredibly expensive and difficult journey for me and my family.
Now, just two months ago my final year at university ended. I had taken the last six classes necessary to finally graduate, three in Drama and three in Philosophy. All I had to do was pass all six and I would be able to graduate and get my degree. This was incredibly important to me because a lot of my friends from high school went into Drama and I had taken enough classes to graduate with them and I knew I and my parents could not afford sending me to university for another year. We live inconveniently far from campus and my degree program demands in person classes, so you can see how fast costs would go up.
So, just two months ago, I wrote four essays, a comparative essay on Shakespeare, and my own two-act play and submitted all as my final exams/assignments. All I needed was for them to be good enough to get a pass. I waited and waited for final grades to come in, and before long I got all but one. I got an A-, an A, a B+, a B, and a C as the first five grades. My parents were proud of me for doing so well despite my struggles in academics. I was still waiting on one grade though. Soon enough, I got it.
I had failed one of the classes I needed to graduate. I was going to need to not only go back for another year of university, something that would already cost me and my parents thousands of dollars, but be held back from graduating with my friends and cousins who would have been there with me.
I immediately felt like I had been punched in the gut. We could not afford another year. It would need to wait until the next year or year after that for me to save up. I immediately emailed my academic advisor for help, asking if there is anything I could do. After sending that email, sometime around 10pm, I knelt in front of my window and prayed for a miracle I knew I did not deserve. I will admit, I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next day was the hardest I had ever been through. I could not tell my parents what happened, I felt so ashamed of myself and unwilling to break their perception of me in some selfish play to keep up appearances. They were already halfway through planning a graduation party for me and bought a very expensive cut of meat for a barbecue. I felt that if I told them what actually happened, it would crush them. So, like a selfish liar, I put on a fake smile, told them I did get my final grade, and that it was a C.
I was thinking some dark thoughts that evening, things I would rather not elaborate on.
However, I got an email from my professor whose class I failed telling me there was something I could do. If I did a bit of extra worked and submitted it to him directly before the registrars office finalised grades he would bump my grade up to a C, which would mean I could graduate. He told me I needed to recognise the incredible generosity I was being shown and that this is not something that could be done easily.
Words cannot convey how elated I was. I did everything he asked of me and a bit more, and by the time grades were finalised with the university I had a passing grade in every class. I emailed my academic advisor to thank him profusely for making my case. I emailed my professor of philosophy of religion to tell him my prayer was answered. I emailed the professor who changed my grade to tell him I would never be able to thank him enough.
Two weeks later, I was crossing the stage to accept my degree. My parents were there and it is one of the few times I have ever seen either of them cry.
However, I still feel as though I do not deserve it. I lied to my whole family, the university bent over backwards to accommodate my failures, and more than once have I cost a lot of people a lot of money. This piece of paper that I now have in my hand I feel like I did not earn honestly. I am thankful for every single person that helped me reach this incredible point in my life, but I feel as though I have let them down somehow. Still, I have my degree, I am a university graduate, and because of my parents and professors' immense generosity I have finally received my degree.
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2023.06.10 04:41 MrDanielVR Seeking Advice: My Experience with the Carnivore Diet and Seeking Help to Mitigate Exhaustion

Hey everyone,
I recently decided to give the carnivore diet a try after hearing so many positive things about it. My plan was to follow it strictly for 30 days before deciding if I want to continue with this lifestyle. During this period, I consumed about a pound of meat daily and made sure to incorporate a good amount of fat, estimating it to be around 25%-40%. Additionally, I included liver 2-3 times a week with beef tallow, drank plenty of water, used a significant amount of salt, took electrolytes each morning and magnesium at night.
Initially, I was pleased to find that I didn't experience any cravings for carbohydrates. The initial side effects subsided after about 4-5 days. However, as the days went by, I started feeling increasingly tired. It reached a point where even climbing a few stairs became a struggle, despite being someone who regularly trains in the gym five times a week and is generally fit.
After two weeks, I decided to return to my regular diet due to the exhaustion. But now, I'm considering giving the carnivore diet another shot. I'm curious if there are others here who have experienced something similar and have found the reason behind it and possible solutions to mitigate the fatigue. If you have any suggestions or advice that could help me on this journey, please share them with me.
Mr. D
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2023.06.10 04:33 OkFlatworm5033 An Ohio Jane Doe from 1944 has no NAMUS or Doe Network profile.

From the East Liverpool Historical Society:
"The body of a nude young woman was discovered along State St. in the East End in 1944, and neither she nor her slayer were ever identified.
An 18-year-old River Rd. youth found the corpse June 5 around 7:30 am., wrapped in two green blankets and unclothed except for a torn pink slip around her shoulders.
Sam Winters, a high school football player, was on his way home from Crucible Steel Co, at Midland where he worked overnight. He had left a bus at Mulberry St and was walking along State St. when he noticed a pair of bare feet extending from blankets.
He ran to a nearby site and telephoned police.
Apparently strangled, the victim lay on her back in a cluster of weeds about eight feet from the roadway. The blankets were secured to the body with a seemingly little-used clothesline.
The woman was between 25 and 30, with dark brown hair and brown eyes, about 5 foot 6 and weighing around 125 pounds.
County Coroner Arnold Devon reported no marks on the body other than a discoloration on the left shoulder at the base of the neck The body was still warm when found, and Devon estimated the time of death around 5 a.m.
Sheriff George Hayes made plaster casts of tire tracks in the cinder road for possible future identification of the auto used to transport the body. All city police were called to duty in a hunt for clues and visits to restaurants and taverns to locate someone who would recognize the victim.
The following day - Sunday -- an East End man hunting for canvas to build his children a play tent, rummaged through trash at Columbian Park where a carnival had played the previous week. He came across a torn dress and another dress and skirt with rips.
It was discovered that the dead woman resembled one of the five girls in a picture of the Sheesley Carnival's "Gay New Yorkers revue. Sheriff Hayes traveled to Lima where the carnival was playing, but telegramed city police, "Girl in question was on show last night."
Meanwhile, the body was interred at Spring Grove Cemetery after a brief service at the Dawson Funeral Home where some 1,500 viewed the victim out of curiousity or in hopes of recognizing her.
Later the funeral home officials barred anyone from visitation other than out-of-towners sent by police.
Dozens of calls were received from relatives seeking a missing relative or friend, and from law agencies asking a description.
Her fingerprints were sent to the FBI at Washington in hopes that she made have worked in a war industry and identity could be made. But Director J. Edgar Hoover notified Police Chief Hugh McDermott there was no match.
More clues turned up. A St. George St. man putting away his car at 4:10 a.m. saw a driver switch off the lights of his auto as he pulled onto State St. at the railroad underpass. He was positive the license was not a blue and white Ohio tag.
OTHER LEADS died out. A woman who had quarreled with her husband in a hotel at midweek and disappeared from the show was found at her home in North Carolina.
Benwood, W. Va., police were looking for a missing woman with a leg scar. A Shadyside Ave. girl who had not been seen since Friday night in a Wellsville tavern did not match the body description of "Miss X.
Cincinnati police thought she may be a missing 20-year-old girl, but she had false teeth and the slain woman's were natural.
Today, the only known traces of the victim exist within a Spring Grove Cemetery plot, on police and funeral home records and in yellowing newspaper accounts."
Can someone contact the local coroner's office or Sheriff and ask them to put this woman into NAMUS? I did some digging but couldn't find any contact info that was concrete and for sure, only stuff that was outdated. There are entries on NAMUS and the DN much older than this case, and just because this woman has gone unidentified for 79 years doesn't mean she doesn't deserve to have her name back.

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2023.06.10 04:31 sparklymarble 6 week itinerary check! 👀😳🙏

30 year old queer woman from Canada, first solo trip to Japan this July! (I know, it'll be brutally hot 🥵). I've been checking out this sub a lot while planning my trip and have found it really helpful.Posting my itinerary here to see if anyone has any advice/recommendations (or in case it can help someone else plan their own trip!). I like hiking, good food, nature, exploring, history/museums, and anything quirky/unexpected. Trying to strike a good balance between rest and adventure.
Specifically, I'd appreciate any advice on: hidden gems that I'm missing from my itinerary, recommendations for good food/tea/unique shops, and-- especially-- ways I can rest & relax, whether that's adding or removing things from my itinerary.More specific questions are beneath each section. Thank you all in advance!
July 15-20 : Tokyo
Day one: arrive in Shinjuku, wander in a jet lagged daze + crash early
Day two: Meiji Shrine, explore Harajuku, Ebisu, Daikanayama, & Nagameguro
Day three: wander Asakusa, Ueno, Yanaka. Go to the National museum
Day four: day trip to Kamakura (any hiking suggestions?)
Day five: Kichijoji, Koenji
Day six: Nishiki Market, Imperial Palace, Kagurazaka, Shinjuku Gyoen, Shinjuku gay bars/cafes
Questions: Where can I get good tea in the early morning (i.e. before 7-8am)? Other than Nishiki Market, Meiji Shrine, and Shinjuku Gyoen, any advice on what I can do early mornings more generally?I'd also really love to immerse myself in some queer culture, if possible! Any recommendations for drag shows or queer dance parties that are foreigner-friendly?
July 21-22: Sendai area
Day one: travel to Sendai, spend day in Matsushima
Day two: Yamadera in the morning, then travel to Nikko (really wanted to do Dewa Sanzen but couldn't figure out reliable bus schedules, so scrapped it unfortunately)
Questions: I'll only be spending a few hours in Sendai, in the evening. Any can't miss places to see or eat, ideally close to the JR station? I don't drink, so not keen to just go to bars or izakayas. Live music venues or dance clubs could be fun though.
July 23-24: Nikko
No real plans for here, just to go to some of the major temples, catch up on some rest, and hike around. Any suggestions, ideally not temple-related? I know I'll be seeing a lot in Kyoto, so want to avoid temple fatigue.
July 25-28: Japanese Alps
Day one: Matsumoto (stop by castle, then bus to Norikura where I will stay at Raicho Onsen Inn) Day two: bus to Kamikochi, hike for the day Days three + four: hike around Norikura
Questions: any advice on places to hike around Norikura? I've read there are some good onsens in the area. Any recommendations for some near Norikura? I won't have a car and ideally want to use the bus as little as possible, so I can spend more time resting and enjoying the hotel).
July 29-30: Takayama and Kanazawa
No set plans for here either. Morning market in Takayama, seafood + the major tourist sites in Kanazawa. Any recommendations? I'm mainly looking to eat good food, chill, and enjoy myself.
July 31-August 5: Kyoto
Day one: Southern Higashiyama
-Fushimi Inari at break of dawn (like 4:30am, if I can manage it) -walk to Kiyomizu-dera, get there for 8am ish -Sannenzaka/Ninenzaka (ancient pedestrian road) -Kodai-ji (temple) -Kennin-ji (temple) -Ishibei Koji (lane) -Maruyama park + Shogun-zuka (observation deck) -wander Gion + Pontocho
Day two: Northern Higashiyama
-bike to Ginkaku-ji at break of dawn (but more like, 6am this time) -Philosopher’s path (connects to Ginkaku-ji) -Nanzen-ji (temple) -bike along Kamo river
**any advice for this day in particular? I know I want to see Ginkaku early in the morning, but am unsure about the rest. Should I move Philosopher's path to the day before? Replace the afternoon temples with a hike from Kurama to Kibune?
Day three: day trip to Nara
-Todai Ji Temple (get there by 7:30am) -Isuien garden and/or Yoshikien garden (which one is better?) -Kasuga Shrine + Botanical Garden-Kasugayama Primeval Forest (***looking to do a good afternoon hike here. any suggestions?) -wander Naramachi
Day four: day trip to Koya
**how doable is a solo hike along the Choishi Michi trail? I'm fit, lowkey distressed by large insects, but very drawn to type 2 fun.
Day five: Arashiyama
-taxi from station to Otagi Nenbatsu-ji, then walk down the hill stopping by whatever catches my eye on the way
Day six
-bike to Kinkaku-ji (another early start to the day) -Ryoan-ji (temple with rock garden) -Ninna-ji (temple, 10min walk away from above) -Ichijo dori Street (monster statue street)-imperial palace -downtown shopping + food + relaxing
Questions: how can I streamline my time in Kyoto, especially days two and six? Any recommendations for "hipster" cafes/places to hang out and read in the afternoon?
August 6-10: Kumano Kodo Nakahechi route
-Accommodations all booked except for one night in Koguchi! Any suggestions? I can bus back to Yunomine Onsen at the end of the day, but really want to avoid that if possible.
-Also, is it crazy that I won't be using luggage transfer? All I'll have with me is a backpack, but I suspect I'll buy more that I plan to in Kyoto and Tokyo and know it'll be very hot.
August 11-13: Osaka
-day trips to USJ + Himeji (is HImeji worth it, or should I go for Kobe or somewhere less tourist-filled instead?
-Dotonbori + street food
August 14-16: Shimanami Kaido
bike from Onomichi to Imabari over two days!
Questions: any hidden gems along the route? I've done big cycling trips before and am keen to add more km to the route. Most importantly, do you have any advice on how to get back from Imabari to Onomichi? Guidebooks mention a bus, but I haven't been able to find any timetables online..
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2023.06.10 04:30 Mariooooo2020 My FNAF timeline, up to UCN (the preferred end of the franchise)

My FNAF timeline, up to UCN (the preferred end of the franchise)
Getting right to the point because of Reddit being weird with me posting long stuff (splitting into two posts)

Part 1

Late 1970s
Beginning of Fredbears - William Afton and Henry Emily found Fredbear’s Family Diner, with the original two springlock suits Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. It becomes a success and continues to thrive in the early 80s.
Foundation of Fazbear Entertainment / Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria - Wanting to capitalize on the success of their restaurant, William and Henry create Fazbear Entertainment to expand their brand and merchandise, beginning with the opening of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, with four new characters, those being Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy. Television programs based on the characters are created as well, seen in the Five Nights at Freddy’s 4 minigames. Unfortunately, sometime after this, William’s wife dies from unknown causes (implied by a unmarked grave in one of the Pizzeria Simulator minigames - I’ll explain this at the end)
Murder of Charlotte Emily - One night, William, presumably in a drunken rage at Henry for having a perfect family and following the death of his wife not long before this, kills Henry’s daughter Charlotte outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, depicted in the “Take Cake to the Children” minigame in Five Nights of Freddy’s 2 and the Security Puppet's Minigame in Pizzeria Simulator. The Puppet, having been assigned to Charlotte to protect her, locates her body and Charlotte ends up possessing it.
Opening & Closing of Circus Baby’s Pizza World / Elizabeth’s Death - Having gotten a joy out of killing Charlotte (and likely discovering the power of Remnant soon after and seeing how The Puppet became possessed), William constructs Circus Baby’s Pizza World. He makes his own animatronics, called the Funtimes, based off the original characters at Freddy’s, specifically with the intent of luring and killing children. Unfortunately, William’s daughter, Elizabeth, gets too close to Circus Baby on her own after repeatedly inquiring to meet her to no avail, and ends up getting killed by Circus Baby. Devastated by this loss, William closes Circus Baby’s Pizza World under the ruse of “gas leaks”. Depicted in parts of Sister Location (FNAF 5) and its minigames.
Nightmare Animatronics - William’s other son, the Crying Child, continues to run off to his mother’s grave much to the dismay of William and previous attempts to ward him off with the Spring Bonnie suit. One night during a rainstorm (Midnight Motorists minigame in Pizzeria Simulator) William is unable to make it home in time to scare Crying Child, who ends up escaping to his mother’s grave. As a result, William vows to punish Crying Child even harder.
Enter the Nightmare Animatronics. The main antagonists of Five Nights at Freddy’s 4, they were created by William and are nightmarish versions of the four Fazbear animatronics Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy. William specifically installs them in the confines of their home, which end up terrifying Crying Child. Meanwhile, Michael begins taunting Crying Child with face masks of the animatronics, but at some point encounters the Nightmare Animatronics as well and is spooked by them. However he does not have nightmares about them until much later
I’ll explain how this tidbit is not how the main events of FNAF 4 occur at the end.
The Bite of ‘83 - On Crying Child’s birthday at Fredbear’s Michael hatches a plan to scare his brother much bigger then before. He asks a few bullies to help, and they carry Crying Child to the Fredbear animatronic and putting Crying Child’s head in it. However, the child’s tears end up activating the springlocks in the suit, resulting in Fredbear’s mouth closing and crushing Crying Child's frontal lobe. He ends up later dying in the hospital and possesses Fredbear. Michael is horrified at what he’s just done. Depicted in the Five Nights at Freddy’s 4 minigames. Following this, Fredbear’s Family Diner is shut down, and the remaining springlock suits are sent to other Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria locations that had opened by that point (described in the Five Nights at Freddy’s 3 training tapes during gameplay). Additionally, Fredbear is renamed to Golden Freddy to avoid bad PR.
Discontinuation of Springlock Suits - In 1985, springlock suits are discontinued due to an incident at one of the locations in which two employees used the suits but ended up dying in them. They ended up becoming Shadow Freddy and RWQ (Shadow Bonnie). Implied through the training tapes in Five Nights at Freddy’s 3 and their appearances in Five Nights at Freddy’s 2.
Missing Children Incident #1 - On June 26, 1985, William (disguised in a Spring Bonnie suit) lures and murders 5 children in Freddy’s and disposes the bodies in the animatronics; the children being Gabriel (stuffed into Freddy), Susie (stuffed into Chica), Jeremy (stuffed into Bonnie), Fritz (stuffed into Foxy), and Cassie (stuffed into Golden Freddy along with Crying Child already possessing it), the last of which he killed in a brutal way and might have inadvertently ended up following them inside without William luring her in (as implied by the name “The One You Should Not Have Killed”). Afterwards, The Puppet gives the deceased children’s spirits the ability to possesses the animatronics. Depicted in the “Go, Go, Go” and “Give Gifts, Give Life” minigame in Five Nights at Freddy’s 2 as well as newspaper clippings in Five Nights at Freddy’s 1. By the end of the year, Freddy Fazbear’s closes as a result, and William is arrested but not charged as no bodies could be found.
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2023.06.10 04:19 2347690 Operation Baby's Bottom

Operation Baby's Bottom
TL:DR - Bottom job on my CD25D in downtown Tampa. -=-=- Been trying to get time on the hard to do a bottom job on my CD25D that I bought a couple years ago... The hull tended to get growth at the normal rate for the season, but the prop would become a mini coral reef at twice the speed...
Getting yard time at 1) a reasonable price and 2) lets folks DIY is nigh on impossible. Most yards are booked solid and they want to charge $85 to $125 an hour to do a bottom job. I wanted to do it myself for the education and to really know the details of my vessel. Pay someone else to do it and you'll never really know the true condition of the paint, prop, shaft, thru-hulls, keel, etc...
Finally found a spot - a 180-year-old Shipyard in a neighborhood of downtown Tampa. Jean Street Shipyard established 1843. I've been bugging the owner for a while about doing the bottom job and we finally get coordinated - he'll pull my boat if I can get it done quick... his boys are busy doing the bottom on a 48 foot cruiser while I do my sailboat. But... first I have to get there. Going up the Hillsborough River is a task. The bridges require 2 hours notice by phone, and five of them are run by the City of Tampa, and two of them are run by the State of Florida (DOT).
It took me a while to get the info together but I finally got things coordinated for a transition upriver for a Monday morning.
I sailed over from my home slip in St. Pete on Saturday, intending to overnight at Beer Can Island but the crazy-rude-asshole PWC riders (the experts that ride too fast too close, or the neophytes that don't know that theres no control on PWCs when you let go of the throttle) caused me to bail on that location and headed up the channel toward downtown.
I got a slip at the Convention Center for 2 nights, then headed up the river at 9:30 Monday morning.
The bridge transitions were easy until the last one (Hillsborough Blvd)... they blew a hydraulic line as they went to open the lift span.
2 hour delay while they fixed the line and then we were finally at the 'yard...
They pulled my girl and put her on blocks and stands in the lift slip, basically blocking things up until we were done...
Another captain from the marina brought a ton of help and expertise to the task. We dug in immediately... the bottom wasn't dry before we pulled the prop... it wasn't pretty.
We went crazy with a high-pressure washer, then we spent days scraping, sanding and got the bottom smooth as possible without going all the way down to the gelcoat. In hindsight we should have bit the bullet and gone all the way down to start with... wishful thinking that we could just do the basic pressure wash-scrape-sand-paint and be done. But we got it done- a nice red bootstripe, black bottom paint... My wife, the Commodore, came out sanding staining, painting the woodwork in the cockpit.
I spent 3 hours mining Building 1 at Don's Salvage to find a prop that fit the bill- 12" RH 13p for $125... That was nice, since I was quoted $450 for a new one.
We got her back in the water after two weeks. Could have done it in less but I had a limited schedule to work on her, plus we had our share of 4pm thunderstorms roll through that shut us down... The guys at JSS splashed us at 1:40pm, we were heading south at 2, and tied up at the Convention Center again by 5. Left there at 10:30 the next morning and pulled into my slip in St Pete at 2:10pm. Picked up 1.5 knots with the clean bottom... very happy about that.
Takeaways: Transitioning the bridges in Tampa are a bite in the ass, but if you plan ahead it's not bad.
Double your estimates- Time, manpower, costs...everything.
3M Blue masking tape leaves residue. Lots of residue.
Go big to start with. Don't half-ass it.
If someone does you a solid, like letting you block up their yard, buy your supplies from them even if you could save $25 with Amazon. And leave the yard in better condition than you found it. (Once we moved the boat we vacuumed the ground, getting as much of the paint chips and powder off the ground as possible.)
Next up, Dry Tortugas & Key West... Soon!
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2023.06.10 04:19 nosy_bore Passed with a hundred points on my second attempt

I ended up with 100 points, 90 plus 10 bonus points.
About me:
Five years as a software developer, two and a bit as a pentester. Had another life and a zillion careers before then, but went back to university to do a computer science degree. I’ve found four CVEs as part of my job and love to shell things, dump source and find more bugs. I have a family and fuck all free time, but managed to carve out some consistent time in the evenings when the kids were in bed.
Total study time:
Two weeks concentrated, and a couple of hours most nights for about five months as well as day to day pentesting.
First attempt, December 2022:
I’d done maybe 50 of the (old) lab boxes, 30+ proving grounds, lots of the TJ Null list. Started my first attempt at 10am, first shell on AD took less than an hour….then it took me 12 hours to try and privesc on the second AD box after which time I went to bed.. Woke up at 3am, managed a stand-alone box as a break, tried again on the AD set and didn’t get anywhere. Abandoned around 9am. It was a slog. I did not enjoy it and it was extremely depressing.
After the first attempt, I got two months of extra lab time, determined to get the bonus points, which I did. I also redoubled my note taking on privilege escalation in particular, making a cheat sheet of all the techniques outlined in the material all in one place. My previous notes were a mess, comprehensive but badly organised. I also worked my way through a bunch of the new networks as well as the three practice exams over a month, and used them as some very detailed note taking practice.
Second attempt, May 2023: Started at 10am again, had knocked off the AD set by lunch. Got a foothold on a standalone box by 2pm, straightforward privesc (it was in the material). At this point I had enough points to pass (40, 10, 20) but plenty of gas left in the tank. Got another foothold around 4, the box was a bit of a surprise, but nothing that wasn’t in the material. The privesc was right in front of me when I logged in, it just took a bit of time to enumerate properly.
Paused for dinner, then back into it. Got my exploit half working but not quite. Let the proctor know that I was going to use metasploit, finish it off….annnd it didn’t work. Took another break then tried manually again, and finally got my low priv shell. Last box! At this point there were diminishing returns on everything I was trying, so it was time to go to bed. I checked my notes to make sure I had enough detail to work my way back through the chains. Woke up at 6:30, had some breakfast, reset the boxes and started working through all the exploits again. It took about ten minutes to replay the AD set from my notes. My notes were pretty good so it was just a matter of taking all the possible screenshots for every single step of the process and making sure I hadn’t missed any commands or tooling - I had known of someone getting 70 points but being marked down and failing for a missing reference, which sounds like some classic offsec bullshit.
Took about four hours to write the report, thanks to my very detailed note taking. Got the passing email 48 hours later.
Anyway, here are the bullet points: - Enumerate and nmap at least three times, SO many times in every offsec thing ports simply aren’t open the first time. - Reset the boxes, don’t assume offsec have done their job properly. - If you get creds, spray them EVERYWHERE. Do it. - Take notes and screenshots of absolutely everything, try and use a tool like cherry tree or obsidian to keep them as organised as possible. - Use every tool at your disposal, everything from inspect element up. - Take breaks and drink water. - Take your time enumerating, start manually, try the basics and look around before reaching for a script like the PEAS suite (don’t get me wrong, they’re fantastic but verbose) - When you’re studying, if you hit a wall, don’t be afraid to use the forums or discord. You don’t know what you don’t know! Just be sure to take notes if you learn something new
I’m just glad it’s done. It’s supposedly an ‘entry level cert’ which is only partially true, there’s such a huge breadth of content to learn and 900 pages of a PDF doesn’t exactly feel entry level.
Good luck everyone and thanks for being part of this very supportive community.
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