My friend completed his degree in June. His grace period was supposed to end on Aug 1st. His EAD was rejected due to DSO signature. Then he had to reapply for EAD on july 10. Got EAD in mid august. job started in September. So what happened to the grace period of 60 days. If by chance, there is an issue with the Grace period, can a professor’s letter that he was working under him during that period, save him from the hassle of USCIS?

Hey everyone, I’ve lived in NYC my whole life and I’m a big fan of our rail networks here. I’ve got the whole day free tomorrow and I wanted to sit somewhere and watch the trains and people go by and just watch all the madness unfold. I’ve listed some of what I’m looking for below; I’d appreciate it if y’all could suggest some locations to check out, to help me figure out how to make the most of the day!
-I’d like to be able to see as many individual platforms or tracks as I can without having to move much from my seat or running all over the place -I’d prefer a spot within a station, not somewhere too sketchy like the side of a road or anything -I always enjoy helping the lost tourists figure out where to go and I enjoy reading the service alerts and helping people figure out how to get where they want to go, so someplace lively! -A system or network where I can keep track of which trains are coming or going would be great, like metro north or LIRR with the radar site, or even the subway with the time estimate information.
Thank you!!

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I hope this doesn't come across as insensitive but I am at my wits end. I play beach volleyball a couple nights a week at Overlander Park and for the last two months, we've been getting yelled at by a man in a blue tent living on the bank. It's not all the time, so it's been whatever, we've ignored him. The encampment has grown in the last few weeks to several tents, and the people living there have gotten more aggressive and more destructive. Several trees along the bank are being hacked at, they've tied their bikes and things to the stairs that lead to the beach and the garbage bins so no one can access them and they've threatened two players who went near the area to retrieve a ball. I've spoken to some of the people who live in the townhouse nearby and they've said the same things: when they're in the park, they're yelled at, threatened and even if the camp is silent, they're unnerved as those people know where they live.
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Today I was talking to a man who lives there and he said he caught someone breaking into the shed of one of the houses in broad daylight. Police were called but the guy doing it obviously left when caught and the police could only take the homeowner's retelling of events. Any time I have been yelled at or unable to walk the River's Trail, I've reported it in the MyCity app. Each time it gets moved to "in progress" but obviously nothing is done. Other people in my league have phoned the city to make a complaint, and police have been called by someone who lives in the houses near there, and again, nothing. I don't know what the bylaw is here, where I'm from people are allowed to tent in a public park overnight but it must be decamped by morning. Bylaw officers are obviously not getting involved in the encampment and the people living in it are making it so awful to use the park (and in some instances impossible). I have compassion, I know many of us are one paycheck away or bad decision away from being homeless, but it's not fair that this specific group of people are making things hard for people just wanting to enjoy the park or walk the River's Trail. What else can I do? How can I get the city to do something? Is there someone other than bylaw to call?

I started watching Vinland saga when it first came out; forgot about it for a while and binge watched it these past two weeks. I'm blown away by the story. The characters, the music, the plot. I love how the animators are able to capture so much emotion in every character- that along with the dialogue, it has been such a treat watching the show.
I've been going through a bit of a rough time in my life, and I connected with Thorfinn. One scene that really got to me was when he says he's "empty" and is responded with: “being empty means anything can fit inside you. if you want to be reborn, empty's the best way to be.” I cried listening to that; it was almost though it was being said directly to me. I'm excited to see where the story goes. As an avid Attack on Titan fan, I can almost see Thorfinn as what maybe Eren would have gone through had he not decided to go ahead with his revenge (don't want to go into too many spoilers!). Thorfinn vs Eren, their similarities and differences is another entire discussion that could be done.
I'm interested in starting the Manga for Vinland Saga. Where should I start if I wanted to continue from where season 2 ends? Or should I start from the beginning? Is the manga different from the anime?

By the lighthouse, 107.0. Discussion between the girl that seems to be the leader of this group of Parentage members and a rather creepy British guy that calls her "Little Leaf". He knows the "Boys and come out to play" song, so he may be an older member of Parentage.
Another at 90.2, right next to the 103.5 Anomaly in Towhee Woods!
Will update if I find more!

Apartments of the Master of Laws ---

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The Master of Laws awoke early in the morning. He had slept little after returning from the Tyrell manse, and even the few hours he had gotten had done nothing to soothe his fatigue. So many busy weeks leading up to these events, and now having to deal with the ravings of a Lord who's half in his grave already.
It took him several minutes to crawl out of bed and begin to clothe himself, his wife was still asleep in their bed and when he looked back upon her he wished he could stay with her, shut out the rest of the world for a little longer, but he knew he couldn't. After kissing her upon the head, Otto would gather his things, and the letter from Lord Tyrell and out the door he went.
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Tower of the Hand ---

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Upon reaching the tower of the Hand, Otto would be stopped by members of the Hand's personal guard, a group by the name of The Fist if he could recall correctly. Upon relaying his reason for visiting, the men would let him ascend the staircase.
A single knock would be the only warning Lord Baratheon would receive, better to simply start this sooner rather than later,
"Lord Hand," He'd say scanning the room to see if he was intruding in anything, "I have important business to discuss with you, if you are available."
Upon entering the room he would beeline for any wine the Hand had handy, quickly pouring two cups, offering one to Billy in the case he didn't already have a cup. If he did already have a cup, Otto wouldn't care and still place the cup in front of the other man.
"It seems Lord Tyrell has grown agitated over the perceived slights by the Crown in naming the Lady Lannister and Lord Arryn Wardens of their perspective regions. Apparently a 'woman's' soft and bloodless hands are not fit to be the marshal of their region in the worst case scenarios." As for Lord Arryn, he didn't really have a clue as to why Bertrand had problems with the Vale.
He'd hand over the letter so the Hand could read it properly, to accurately digest the information Lord Tyrell was trying to convey.
"I placated him by telling him I'd discuss the matter personally with you, but as for what he expects us to do, I'm clearly at a loss."
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Hi. Is it still possible to get admitted by UERM even after you haven’t paid the reservation fee on the indicated deadline?

There's a breaking news story that a whistle-blower said that the government has a secret program where they store aircrafts that were made by extraterrestrials that crashed into our planet. He said they're working on making weapons out of them but I wanna see those aircraft because I've always been a fan of alien technology.
https://thedebrief.org/intelligence-officials-say-u-s-has-retrieved-non-human-craft/

Just to give u guys a rundown on the situation, I lost my job, all my money went to bills and living expenses. I lost my apartment & my car and I had to move back in with my mom. At age 25 everything I’ve worked hard for has been stripped away and I’m starting back over from ground zero. I have an awful credit score of 567 but it won’t be that hard to fix with it being that I’m only like $1,500 in debt on my credit report (not including my student loans)…
Now that you have a brief understanding of the situation, my question is what type of loan should I be applying for and where should I be looking to apply? I am going to need about $50,000 to get a nice reliable car, another apartment or rental house & the rest will go into establishing my LLC’s and start a few small business to help pay that loan back.
I do plan on getting a job to strictly use for paying off the $1,500 debt and getting a trade line on my credit to boost the score quickly to a 720 or higher and by that time I’ll have a really good job again to show that I can afford a big loan of $50K. I just need help on loan info because I’ve never had my own loan or credit card.

Content warning: food related abuse
I was reading a post on here earlier about parents using foods against you and it really got me thinking about how often Nmother used food against us kids (always the girls) as a punishment anytime she could while growing up. I will preface before sharing (venting) a couple of stories, my family was poor growing up. I knew we where poor because even thought there was always money for her and edad's booze, cigarettes and nmoms drugs the lack of money was one of her favorite things to complain. As such she never missed a chance to use food (or lack of it) as a punishment in one way or another.

• Liver and onions. Ngbrother LOVED it, me and sis hated it. Nmother in turn loved to get it as often as she could just so she could watch me and older sis struggle to eat it. So often in fact that ngbrother started to hate it until he too started to refuse to eat it. The thankfully final nail in the coffin to this punishment food? Someone outside the immediate household asked why she was wasting her money on buying something the majority family wouldn't eat anyway. Side note: Nmother and Edad both vocally hated liver and always had something else to eat before this point
  
• At one point in my preteens/early teens nmother decided we were so poor (aka we didn't have enough money for her or edad's bad habits) that we had to eat EXTREAMLY bean heavy dishes for almost 2 years. The problem? My body couldn't digest beans properly so I would end up either blocked up or had heavy diarrhea combined with being so horribly gassy the entire time that not only did I have chronic pain from it but I started getting ostracized from my peers for it. The worst part? Nmother knew the beans where the issue less than 6 months into this close to two year ordeal but absolutely refused to get me ANYTHING that would help me. Yet couldn't be half a**ed to put a portion aside for me without the beans or allow me to pick the beans out and give to my sibling who were more than happy to eat them. (If I did I'd get in trouble for "wasting" food) It got so bad that at one point even Edad started to ask NMother if I'd become allergic to dairy like she was as He somehow didn't know it was the beans until after we stopped eating beans as the main part of literally every dish and the issue finally went away on its own.
  

Last one for now as this got a lot longer and deeper than I thought it would

• At one point my older sis decided she wanted to try going vegetarian (preface vegetarian is NOT the same thing as vegan! One can have eggs & animal byproducts the other cannot) Nmother decided since sis wanted to be vegetarian then I also had to be too. (I am not mad at older sis for this) Time gets a little fuzzy around this point so I can't honestly remember if it was a solo month or multiple months but for at least the next month the only food the two of us were allowed to eat at home was plain bagged iceberg salad and cold bland tofu. No seasonings, no dressings, no cooking and absolutely NO other foods that came from the house. During this time she cooked as many meat based dishes as she could and made sure anything else that could possibly be eaten under a vegetarian diet was swimming in some sort of butter or animal by product then would loudly and very happily exclaim at meals "Oh, You can't have any of this! It's made with butter and your Vegan, so you can't have it." And variations of tease bragging "Too bad your Vegetarian and can only eat tofu and lettuce 😋!" Then show off how much she was enjoying her food. I honestly don't remember how or why this ended but wouldn't be surprised if it was due to someone asking why we where starting to get sick so often and had no energy because surprise a pack of plain tofu and bagged iceberg lettuce with maybe a few shreds of carrot every day for at least a month straight doesn't have anywhere near the nutritional value that two growing teenage girls needed. OR if it was due to me being so nutrient deprived that I finally snapped and ended up breaking into the fridge to quite literally eat every meat or meat like product I could find in it because surprise the prior mentioned foods don't have the nutritional need of two growing teenage girls.

Okay that's all for now, I'm off to go eat at a restaurant with my lil sis.

So I am a weird person with weird dislikes that most people wouldn't notice. One of them is people licking their lips, especially people who do it WAY TOO DAMN MUCH. Whenever I see someone licking their lips, it really bothers me and there has even been like at least 2 times where I became very angry because someone licked their lips so, many, times. Even when watching YT vids, once I see someone do it, it just rubs me the wrong way and I don't even want to look at the person anymore. Even the sound bothers me and I struggle to get through songs because of someone licking their lips. I actually had to stop listening to my fav artist of all time because they lick their lips so damn much and the sound of it is horrible. My grandma does it alot and I can't stand sitting by her when she does it.
What I'm asking is, how can I overlook someone licking their lips, especially those who do it many, many, MANY times? I miss the times before I noticed it. This is literally ruining my life and I wouldn't be surprised if it got worse to a point of where I don't even want to look at people's faces anymore, just to avoid seeing/hearing them licking their DAMN lips. Any help and advice would be appreciated.

Ting lu gets whirlwind! (And, side note, as I learned while teambuilding, pelipper doesn't get whirlwind! what the hell.)
So I ran it at milwaukee this weekend. I went 5-4, partially because I didn't have much time so I just optimized my rain team from hartford and just went with it, resulting in an unfortunate matchup into new balance and the major pickup of both hands and bundle. Also in part because I just didn't play very well. Happens. Regardless though!
I ran it for the premier challenge the next day, and I actually won that with the same team. my PC finals opponent was using alex underhill's team, and whirlwind pretty much entirely shuts down orthworm because it bypasses protect and substitute, and has -4 priority.
I ran mine with a shitton of bulk, enough attack to ohko max/max offense flutter with heavy slam, and covert cloak to avoid freezes and flinches on the way. Put in a lot of work.
It also has some neat bits to it as well. I ran banded normal tera dragonite with giga impact. I only managed to do it twice over both days, but you can giga impact and self-whirlwind on the same turn to deny the opponent a free shot at dragonite on your recharge turn. It's pretty fun. It also oneshots...basically everything. like I'm pretty sure nothing short of a defensive steel type lives the hit.
And finally, because whirlwind bypasses protect, if you want a switch but don't want the switch in to risk taking a hit, you can protect + whirlwind your partner and guarantee a switchout. if you're down to 3 mons, you already know the outcome. if it's 4, it's a 50/50 of course, but still.
Thoughts on it? I know most non-AV ting lu are running stuff like rocks and berry or leftovers. I feel like cloak just makes so much sense on ting lu. You can reliably lead it, even without protect, vs fake-out matchups. gyarados can now basically just damage it and that's about it, no flinch chance, and if you don't tera, unless they have a good amount of attack investment, my spec was a 3 or 4 shot from waterfall. No risk of freeze, no poison from mortal spin, no salt cure. Only way to break it over time is intentional status, or to just keep swinging at it while the partner breaks your team down, alongside ruination spam.
I did consider rocks + whirlwind to force the chip damage. The downside to this line of thought was 2-fold for me.

1. ruination seems too valuable, especially when the de-facto most bulky mons in the meta all resist rocks anyway, such as hands, ting lu, the occasional orthworm. I know it has high value vs snow teams and vs common intimidaters like arcanine or gyarados, but then I'm also essentially giving them another intimidate cycle by forcing the switch, which may not necessarily be to my benefit.
   
2. having only one pure offense move on ting lu feels like ass. at that point I've have to decide between EQ, tantrum, or heavy slam, all of which have their own downsides. My full set was whirlwind/ruination/EQ/heavy slam, which I felt covered most of my needs.
   

I'm not a great at 3d modeling I'm a electrician by trade and Telcom tech I found punch down holder for key stone jacks that I was able to print off and with with some simple add on and trial-and-error was able to make the model work for for the key stone jacks how ever the other jack we use is a commscope jack and I can't find any models that is for the commscope jacks or even a model for the jacks or plate in general so I can model my own holder does anyone know where I can find the model or make one?

Hounded by scandal, Maitland survives the consequences of fame by taking out her frustrations on those who protect her. Fan favourite Maitland Ward writes and directs."

Chapter 1 - Stranger
When Daglan woke up that morning he didn't see anything unusual. He had awoken from a drop of water falling from the ceiling as he did many mornings. His best friend Rozere was in the kitchen with her father cooking what smelled of eggs. The sun was shining through the cracks in the curtains and holes in the walls as it always did. What felt different? Then he heard voices outside, voices that grew louder and louder. At this point Rozere and her father Koshu had heard the commotion as well and stepped outside to see what it was. Daglan hastily followed suit, after finding his tunic and boots. Lying on the ground outside was a young man, no older than 25. He lay face up in the dirt wearing only baggy purple pants and a black conical hat covering his face. His long black hair seemed to be tied at the base of his head in a long spiky ponytail, his slender muscular body was covered in dozens of battle scars, and at his waist was a black katana with its sword tied firmly inside its sheath. Almost the entire town had crowded around him, murmuring and shifting anxiously. It wasn't often people arrived in town, mostly just traders on their way to and from Inoris, and that too was a rarity. "Back now people, give this man some room! And for the love of Reza, quiet!" Barked Doc Silvis as she pushed through the crowd. She immediately knelt down and felt his neck with her fingers. She paused for a moment and gave a very annoyed sigh, slapping away his hat. "He's alive alright. This dumbass is sleeping in the street." She gave the stranger a hard slap across the face, one that would have probably knocked him out, had he been awake. The crowd watched in awe as he yawned and scratched his nose, barely affected by Silvis. "What should we do?" Someone asked. "Do you know who he is?" Asked another. As the murmurs heighted Daglan could tell Silvis was getting fired up, over the years Daglan had gotten to know Silvis quite well, with all his escapades outside the town walls. Daglan knew better than anyone that Silvis hated when a patient ignored her, and more so when she had to repeat herself. "I said quiet! Don't you lazy bums have more important things to do?! Livani! Koreso! Aren't you two on watch?! Scram the lot of you!" A wave of fear crashed down upon the crowd and everyone began to disperse. All but Daglan, as Rozere pulled on his sleeve. "Come on Daglan," she hissed, keeping an eye on Silvis like she was some wild animal, "You don't want to make her angrier." "I'll be fine," he whispered, without looking back, his eyes stuck on the sleeping man. What was this feeling? It was like the feeling he got when Silvis healed his wounds, but not as warm. Almost closer to the feeling he got when abominations were near, when he ventures past the walls, but not as malicious. Before he knew it he was kneeling next to Silvis, watching her run her hand across his body, her hands glowing faintly, his curiosity bubbling. "He isn't cursed or hypnotized, I can't feel a single thing wrong with him. I do believe this man is really just asleep, and slept through a slap in the face." Silvis sighed. After a few moments she looked at Daglan with a tired smile, then frowned. "Thanks for being quite Daglan, now since you're gonna bum around, get to work hauling this bastard back to my infirmary and don't let him out of your sight. I want to know as soon as he wakes up." Daglan looked around to ask Rozere for help but she was already gone, how long had he been watching this stranger and Silvas? He looked down at the smiling, snoring face of the stranger, scooped under his arms, and with much difficulty began dragging the older, bigger boy to the infirmary. The infirmary was quiet today, there hadn't been a major abomination attack in quite a few weeks which didn't happen often. It wasn't long before Rozere came in with a grimace on her face and her fingers on her nose. "Honestly," she said in that strange nasally voice when you hold your nose, "I hate how much time you make me spend here. Between you getting hurt and my dad making me help Silvas, I can't get away!" She plopped down next to him and sighed. "So what's with this guy? Why are you still here with him?" "Silvas asked me to watch him and tell her when he wakes up. Apparently I can't let him leave till she talks to him." He shrugged, trying more to convince himself. She eyed him suspiciously, but immediately dropped the subject. "Did you notice his sword was tied closed? I wonder what that's about?" She reached out and placed a hand on his sword, and just then the weird energy the stranger gave off changed from similar to those of the abominations , to even scarier than anything he'd ever felt from them. Rozere fell to her knees and screamed as the stranger stood over her. When had he stood up?! Daglan shot to his feet, a smile ripping across his face as excitement crackled through his body. He prepared to defend his friend, when just as quickly as the evil energy had manifested, it disappeared. In fact the feeling Daglan had been getting from the stranger had all but subsided completely. He stared at Daglan and Rozere with a confused look. When Rozere had eventually stopped screaming, Daglan held out his hand to help her up. Daglan’s mind raced with questions but could he do nothing but stare at the stranger as he stared back. “Uh, hello-” he began and just then Silvas and Koshu burst through the door with Livani and Koreso close behind. Koshu sprang in between Rozere and the stranger, towering over him. "What did you do to my daughter!" He said through gritted teeth. The stranger scratched the back of his head and opened his mouth when Rozere spoke up, "It was nothing dad, he just woke up and scared me! Look at me I'm fine, now would you stop!" But Koshu didn't flinch, not until Silvas spoke up. "Back off Koshu, Rozere is right, she's fine, and this boy is obviously no danger at the moment." He mumbled something under his breath but did as he was told. "Yeah, listen to Silvas and not me." Rozere grumbled, crossing her arms. "Now listen here young lady, you will show your aunt some resp–" Koshu began but Silvas smacked him in the back of the head. "Now isn't the time, Koshu, take her and go," she glared at the stranger, who was still smiling awkwardly and scratching the back of his head. “Everyone out, now.” "Uh, where am I? He eventually stammered. "Daglan, out." Silvas said forcefully, without taking her eyes off the stranger. As well as Daglan knew Silvas, he'd never seen her this worked up, not even about the abominations . She was so strong-willed, so much more than anyone else in town. He had heard stories about Silvas, but only bits and pieces around town, probably all made up. Still there was one he heard more than others, he had heard before she lived in Graybarrow she had fought in some kind of war. Daglan sat outside the infirmary trying to hear as much as he could. Wondering what could have gotten Silvas so worried, and if that man was even human. He could barely hear anything, mostly Silvas's mumbled questioning and the nervous laughter of the stranger. As he sat and pondered, an extremely tall, wide shouldered man sat down next to him and lit a cigarette. He had a long thick mustache that covered his upper lip but came down on the sides past his chin, and scruffy brown hair that stuck up at weird angles. "Oh, hi Mr.Lucio." Daglan said as he pretended to have not been eavesdropping. "I haven't seen you in class," he said as he blew out a cloud of smoke, "and I don't often see you hanging around here by choice." He continued to puff his cigarette as they sat in silence. "Mr.Lucio… I can feel him like the abominations and Silvas's healing. What is he?" "I'm not sure, from what I've heard he sounds human enough. What do you think?" "I don't know… I think he's human? But why can I feel him?" "There must be something similar between him, Silvas's healing, and the abominations from the mountains and forest, hmm?" "I guess so…" They continued to sit in silence until Lucio had finished his cigarette. "You can always talk to me if you need help, Daglan. You may like getting experience more, but a little book learning can go a long way." He stood up, pressing his cigarette out between his fingers and putting the butt in his pocket. "It's always good to see you, don't be a stranger." He said as he waved his hand walking away. Daglan thought about what Lucio had proposed, something similar. It didn't seem like Silvas or the stranger would be coming out soon so Daglan decided to go home and see what Rozere thought about all this. When he did get home both Rozere and Koshu were in foul moods, having most likely fought since earlier. Deciding that he'd rather not be part of that, he grabbed his bag and scurried out the front door before Kusho had time to notice. It's a short walk to the gate, the guards had patched up his last hole in the wall, but he had since come up with another, more thrilling way. Climbing up to the top of the traders hall, he'd be high enough to jump to the wall once the guards had passed. Then it was a quick jump down and a sprint out of their eyesight before he was able to relax. He walked along a path he knew quite well until he came up on a small ladder, it was built into a tree that led up to a small treehouse. His exploration headquarters as he liked to call it. The inside was small and filled with trash, and his souvenirs from his adventures sat on a roughly made table. A small Salegitti skull, a broken dagger missing its tip, and a small crystal like rock that shown with faint yellow light. Next to them were three well worn books. He picked up the book titled journal and sat on the ground, scribbling furiously with a small piece of charcoal. He then began to study the other two, older, bigger books. One titled, Abominations of Hel’s Peaks, and the other, Creatures of South Shodun. Mr Lucio was right about book learning, but he liked his own books.
Back in town Rozere was wandering around with her hands behind her head, whistling to herself. “I wonder where Daglan is?” She pondered allowed, before realizing she had stopped in front of Silvas’s office. She stared at the large building with its off-white stone, and massive steel doors. There were various cracks and dents all along the wells and doors, as well as wooden planks over the windows, Silvas called them the clinic’s battlescars, there was nowhere safer to hide in the whole town. She stared for a long time before realizing there was a man sitting in the grass, a large bottle of alcohol in one hand, and multiple empty bottles sitting neatly by his legs. His long spiky hair was a little cleaner, and the copious amounts of drool were now wiped away. His face was a bright red, and he had a cigarette hanging from his lips. He stared at her with a slight wobble, “Hey… You're that girl that touched my sword right?” He took another large gulp from his bottle. “Yeah? What of it?” She asked with defiance, her hands on her hips. He smiled a sickening smile and shot to his feet faster than Rozere could see. “Why don't you try it again? Or will you simply scream for help? Little girls shouldn’t play with monsters.” He said as he towered over her. “Go ahead.” He lifted his arm in the air so his katana was unblocked. Rozere’s knees began to shake and a lump formed in her throat but she did not look away. She was an ant, and this man was a giant. She wasn't going to back down, but he could stand faster than she could see. Surely dropping his arm even faster would be no problem right? He was right, she wanted to scream, but she stood firm. “Maybe I will!” She returned his malicious smile and reached out for his sword as fast as she could, bracing for the impact and the horrible crunch of bones as he grabbed her arm and snapped it in half. She flinched as her nerves went off, electric sensations coursing through her fingertips. It's happened! But what she felt wasn't pain, but the hard yet somehow soft grip of a katana hilt. She opened her eyes to see her hand firmly gripping his katana and a much more playful smile somehow even wider across this strange man’s face. He began to laugh loudly as she stumbled backwards and fell. He held out his hand, still giggling a little. She eyed him hard then after a moment smacked his hand away. She stood up, and began to brush herself off, glaring at him all the while. He apologized in between giggles. “My name is Noboru, you've got quite the spirit to face me down. What's your name kid?” He asked as he sat back onto the grass and took another long swig from his bottle. Rozere straightened up and looked at him with a fiery gaze. “Rozere of Grayborrow.” She said, crossing her arms. “And you dont scare me!” “What are you yelling about Rozere?” Silvas asked as she appeared behind her. “You!” she exclaimed as she saw Noboru “Where did you get all of that from!? Rozere give me a hand and throw away these bottles would you?” “She's already gone.” Noboru giggled. Silvas spun around to see that Rozere had indeed disappeared, as Noboru began to laugh louder. Rozere could hear the slap from across town as she sat against the traders hall. As she pondered just how big a lump must be on the side of Noboru's face, a ball smacked her’s. “Hey who did that!?” She demanded as she hoped to her feat, tears forming in her eyes, which she quickly wiped away. “Oh, sorry Rozere! I didn't mean to! Honest!” Said the boy as he ran up and grabbed his ball off the ground before the evil Rozere could kick it away, her foot swishing in the air. The boy was a few years younger than Rozere, had shaggy blonde hair, a tunic that was two sizes too big for him and a pair of round glasses broken in several spots. “You better be sorry, pipsqueak!” she said, wiping her eyes and now running nose. “I'll have to beat you up if not!” “Come on give Vilcus a break he said sorry. What are you doing over here by yourself anyways? Daglan run away again?” Said another girl with little blonde pigtails and red cheeks, as she came up behind Vilcus. “Hi Meska and no he didn't run away again.” Rozere said, sticking her tongue out. “I just think he went for a walk is all… he'll be back… soon!” She crossed her arms and held her chin up. “Well why don't you come play with us until he gets back?” Meska asked, turning around and walking away, “We are playing dodgeball, maybe you can hit Vilcus in the face.” “Hey nuh-uh! She won't hit me!” Vilcus persisted as he followed after her. Rozere sniffled, rubbed her nose with her sleeve, and smiled. “Okay fine, but wait up!” She yelled.

As Daglan walked through the trees, he could feel the malicious energies from abominations all around him, it was making his blood boil. He remembered the stranger looking down at him and Rozere, overflowing with the most malicious intent he had ever felt. A smile began to creep across his face once more, as he could feel something close behind him. He spun around to see a creature he had only seen in books, the sight of which excited and terrified him. 

A giant humanoid creature with a long smooth snake-like torso, and grotesquely elongated arms and legs stood before him. It had a small pair of arms on its hips that bounced as if boneless, and a strange human face. Smooth indents of skin sat where the eyes should be, and it had a beak lined with razor teeth that jutted out at multiple angles. It clicked its tongue and sniffed the air then began to lick its beak with what could only be called a smile. “What should I call you big fella?” Daglan asked nervously as excitement shot through his body. This wasn't like anything he'd ever encountered in the forest, or during attacks. This creature was much more dangerous. He gritted his teeth and forced an equally disgusting smile, even though he was sure the abomination couldn't see him. He pulled out the dagger he had smithed in secret at Koshu’s forge and dropped his stance lower, lower, lower. The creator was clicking and sniffing in anticipation, no doubt it could feel Daglan’s bloodlust. Daglan took a slow step forward, then another. The creature's head tilted and it sniffed harder, then in a flash that Daglan couldn’t even see, it lashed out, slashing his shoulder apart. Adrenaline had already made its way to Daglan’s brain and he didn't even feel the warm blood soaking into his tunic or notice his limp arm flailing behind him as he attacked. He rolled under the creature’s arm and slashed at its ribs ripping its open sending its guts pouring out. It screamed in pain and whirled around, but its tall body and long arms whizzed over Daglan’s head. He rolled again, this time in between its legs, slashing at its knee, cutting down to the bone. It screamed again and fell to its knees with a gross squishy thud from one. It twitched and spazzed as it began twisting its body around in a disgusting manner. Daglan approached cautiously, but the adrenaline had worn off and he looked down at his arm. It was almost completely blue, and the little skin and bone that held his arm to his body squirted copious amounts of blood. There was a blur then he was flying through the brush stopping when he thudden into a tree. His eyes began to blur with red, then black. The last thing he heard was a familiar voice… “You are by far the most interesting of the bunch. Hey, can you hear me?”
When Deglan awoke he was looking at a ceiling he knew all too well. In a bed he had awoken in many times. But this time he couldn't move. “Silvas! What's happening?! Silvas! Rozere!” Daglan began to thrash when he heard that same voice, “Hey hey hey! You're going to hurt yourself more than you already have!” When standing over him, blocking the light with his conical hat, was the stranger. “That was a nasty creature you were tangling with out there. I heard you like to fight but I'm guessing you've never seen a lasari before? Ugly things, and not easy to kill with small weapons if you don't know how.” “I do know how.” Daglan said matter of factly, “They have two brains located behind the eye sockets.” “Oh-ho-ho,” the stranger smiled maliciously, “ but how do you stop them from reproducing after that?” Daglan went silent for a moment. “What do you mean?” “Lasari have a fun ability to reproduce from their corpse. Specifically, their heart has two eggs inside that will hatch if it ever stops beating. So to properly kill one you must burn the heart.” He laughed and presumably sat back down, out of Daglan’s eyesight. There was a slight pause and Daglan was about to speak when he heard a gasp and the stranger continued. “Anyway, you almost lost your arm. Luckily, your doctor and blacksmith were able to fix you up, those two are something else. It'll take some time for your bo-” Daglan cut him off. “What do you mean I almost lost my arm?! What did they do to me?!” He exclaimed, thrashing, memories of his broken and bleeding arm flashing through his mind. “If you don't calm down, I will calm you down.” He said forcefully. “I hate babies. I thought you were supposed to be a tough kid? Now anyways it's just me and you here, everyone else is asleep, so please. I know you've heard of the metal prosthetics of this country, Metics, I think they're called? I’ve seen people in town with them. Well your blacksmith had to help your doctor make you a new shoulder.” “So why are you being so helpful? I don't know you, and you feel the same as an abomination.” “See it's things like that!” He shot back up his face noticeably red. “You're so interesting! I don't remember how I got here…” He scratched his head for a second, “but boy have I had fun since I've shown up!” Your girlfriend Rozere-” “She's not my girlfriend, and you leave her alone!” He shouted. “Well she's fearsome! And you’re so interesting too! Definitely the best five year o-” “I’m twelve. Rozere is thirteen.” “Well twelve then. Point is, I like you and your little girly friend, so I thought I'd help out and not let you die.” Then it dawned on Daglan, there was no way a search party found him like when he normally gets in a scap and passes. He had thoroughly lost and was deep in the woods. By all accounts he should be dead. Daglan was so angry he hadn't even thought about what happened afterwards. “It was you. So what do you want from me? Are you some abomination loo-” This time the stranger cut him off. “My name is Noboru, the handyman.” “I've never heard of that species.” “Well I'm not an abomination, I'm a jack-of-all-trades, so to speak. I travel from place to place making money doing odd jobs. Anyways, you remind me an awful lot of someone I used to know. So don't go throwing your life away against such low level trash as the abominations around here.” Daglan began to feel the intimidating malice from Noboru, almost that of when Rozere had touched his sword. “I know you can feel my energy. Unlike the people of this town, save a few, I think you're gifted.” Then it was gone just as quickly as before. “What do you want, Daglan.” Daglan’s blood was fire and his eyes daggers, piercing the ceiling with determination. “I want to be remembered.” “So get out of this town and maybe one day you can fight me, and I’m not even the strongest out there. Come… show this world what you're… made of because I for one… can't wait.” Just then Daglan heard a thud followed by an endless cascade of snores from Noboru. “Would someone get me out of here!”

I’ve recently noticed posts showing up on my feed that look out of the ordinary and when I go to the account, it says I’m following them even though it’s an account I don’t even remember, nor would I be interested in following. I’m not sure if I was hacked or if this is done by instagram but has anyone else had this happen?

I apologize if this has already been discussed, haven’t found anything on it. But with HB6667 on the verge of being signed by Ned the tyrant. Once signed, assuming the bill is now law, would there be any restrictions in regards to new builds and barrel length? I’m assuming since they will be registered as AWs, then federal law would apply and anything 16”< would qualify as an SBR right? Unlike current CT others where you can’t have anything less than 12.5”. I have a few lowers that I’m planning to build it out next year and want to do 10.5” or 11.5”barrel but I’m not sure.