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I think this covers everyone. How about Don’t do dumb 💩?? Just don’t. Don’t hurt anyone on my behalf for I do not need you to defend my honor. Doing anything like that would just hurt yourselves and you guys are better than that. You know of course, that I do need protecting. 🫣 Coming to grips with this reality is a bit numbing. I didn’t know about 99.9% about any of this crap or I would have stopped it. My mind is strong but only in random moments. I do not get to choose when it puts things together or how it remembers anything. I also refuse to be used to fit anyone else’s plans or agendas. I am my own person and again I make my own decisions. So STOP 🛑 trying to persuade me otherwise. I know what I want is unconditional. I do not want to be with my ex husband again but he is a GOOD father!!! Our boys love him dearly and hurting him would devastate them. I don’t forgive people who hurt my kids. It’s the only thing in my eyes that is unforgivable. Do NOT touch him. Keep him HONEST but do not harm him. Just don’t hurt anyone okay? Trauma reinforces and spreads more trauma. Be GOOD and don’t think about the money involved when making your decisions. It would hurt ME for you to hurt anyone involved in my life past or present. So, please just sit on your hands. That goes for everyone. Do you hear me? Stop being greedy! And don’t take away my beautiful land and animals. I mean…like have we truly forgotten what’s important in the world? Are we ripping each other apart and fighting? Or are we working on bringing all our worlds together?? Think about that next time you make decisions without my knowledge. Mmmk? PEACE is what I seek! Always!

You have been a good woman your whole life, but you also have carried a secret with you that fills you with silent shame and embarrassment, because your fantasy doesn't match your personality at all. There is something secretly submissive in you that yearns to be satisfied. You long for a dominant, sexy, man to take control of you and discipline you. You want to feel helpless...dominated...NOT in control. You want to have your panties forcibly taken down and be spanked like a naughty school girl. You want to be pushed down over the sofa, feel your skirt lifted, your moistened underwear pulled aside. You want a big, hard cock to invade your slippery wetness, stretching you wider than you thought possible and making you feel oh so delicious!. You are a normal person, constrained by society's conventions and frustrated by your inability to realize your innermost fantasies. You want to be spanked with your panties down and you want to be fucked hard! -- you are already getting wet right now just thinking about it.
I am a well educated, intelligent & professional man who is physically fit and accustomed to dealing with naughty women like you. I will lecture you and instruct you to pull your skirt up around your waist as I kneel before you and pull your panties down to your thighs. The delicious smell of your aroused pussy will rise to meet me. You will feel the cool air on your bush and revel in the delicious anticipation. Then I will instruct you to stand against the wall with your legs spread and your hands above your head while I slowly pace about behind you and your clit tingles with excitement. You will feel my eyes on your pussy and this thought will excite you even more. Then I will call you sternly and bend you over a chair so that your pussy is in full view - wet, exposed, vulnerable. Oh, the shame of it. I will stroke your clit gently and when you try to stop me I will slap your cheeks hard.
Then I will commence the spanking proper. Perhaps I will use my hand. If you resist too much I will use a slipper or my leather belt. It will sting, but not be intolerable, and every now and again you would feel my fingers probe your fragrant slippery slit, making you gasp with pleasure and ache for penetration. Maybe I will tell you to reach between your legs and spread your lips apart with your fingers as I kneel behind you and slide my tongue between your sopping aromatic folds. I will continue spanking your now very red ass and you will be torn between tears and screams of delight. When your punishment is over, I will instruct you to kneel in front of me and take my big cock deep into your mouth, making you almost gag as I hold your hair and fuck your face while you moan approvingly and look up at me, your eyes wild with desire. When I am convinced that you want my cock badly enough I will turn you around on your hands & knees and I will wait as you kneel in that position until you BEG me to fuck you, and then I will grab you firmly by your hips and RAM my hard cock into your wet & swollen pussy hard and fast; banging you the way you were meant to be banged, until we both collapse in a sweaty heap of sexual bliss.
I know you are wet after reading this so lets do something about it..

I think this is a post that many need to read.
For a brief backstory, I am 24F, been going to OTF religiously since November of 2020. I have my CPT, GFI, and Nutritional Coaching certificates through ACE. I even worked for OTF for about a year before I moved states. I absolutely love OTF and have no complaint about my time there the last 3 years.
In the last year, I have actually fallen into a trap of feeling guilty when I can't make it into OTF at least 5 days a week. It affected my mood and self-image drastically, to the point that I would change all of my plans for the week just to fit in my classes, even if it kept people waiting for me to get back and ready to get to what we had planned. On top of this, I was in a caloric deficit when I shouldn't have been, and I refused to eat dessert or drink any alcohol simply because I was afraid of my hard work going to waste.
I moved states in May and started a job that requires I work on-site 40 hours a week in an office (I have a separate degree in Healthcare Administration). I was terrified of not being able to go to classes anymore, being off at 5 I either have to go after making dinner (7pm is the latest class here), OR I have to go at 5am (which means I can't see my husband in the morning because I'd have to go straight to work after class).
I had a conversation with my husband after breaking down about this when we first moved into our apartment, and he really made me realize just how obsessed I have been with OTF, and we made some adjustments to make me feel better while still hitting my goals. Being in an apartment with a gym, I understand this is easier for me than it may be for others, but I think this could help whether you're in the same boat as me or simply can't afford OTF unlimited (if you have another gym nearby):

1. I downgraded my membership to 8/month and motivate myself to use my apartment gym 2-3x a week. I use templates from this subreddit to pre-plan my workouts, even switching between 2G and 3G.
2. I made a google spreadsheet of the floor exercises I am confident in doing on my own, all that I have learned during my time at OTF and a few additions using gym equipment OTF doesn't have. I have the spreadsheet separated by Lower body, Upper body, Abs/Core, and Full Body. The night before I workout, I highlight a few in each category that I want to work on and stick to it once I get there.
3. I follow the exact template from early intel for the tread and rower (My apartment just got a rower, same one as OTF uses) and then I do my own floor exercises since my gym doesn't have a TRX or BOSU ball. I like this because I can have my own "focus" as far as strength training.
4. My husband comes with me to workout 1-2 times each week when I go to my apartment gym and I get to help him correct his form (he does his own strength training). It really is a whole new bonding experience and we have fun hitting the gym together, plus our commute is literally two doors over, lol.

This change hasn't been easy as I still feel somewhat bad about not being on my "normal" schedule, but these changes have helped me realize that I am fully capable of getting an effective workout outside of OTF if I put a little extra effort into planning, and I still get to go 2 days a week to get my group fitness class fix without breaking the bank and maintaining my mental health.
I have to remind myself that no matter how fit I get, no matter the amount of OTF workouts I complete, no matter the amount of workouts I skip, no matter what strict meal plan I try to stick to, there will come a time when I simply won't remember or care. The majority of us don't need to live to workout, we workout to have the ABILITY to live healthy and fulfilled lives.
I hope this comes across as positive advice to those who took the time to read it!

The Hair, Makeup, Skincare, Fitness, and Fragrance Thread will be posted every Tuesday morning (~9:30AM PST)!
This thread is for simple hair and makeup questions that you may have, especially those that don't warrant their own thread. We all want a diversified opinion, so feel free to answer any questions (of which you know the answer).
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• What's a good conditioner for straight, thick hair?
• Where can I find a perfume with subtle pine notes?
• Do you use a foundation with sunscreen? Is it worth it?

Hi everyone.
To Kill a Predator is a work of fan fiction set in the Nature of Predators universe originally created by SpacePaladin15 whose Patreon you should subscribe to.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Depiction does not equal endorsement.
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Memory transcription subject: Thiva, Venlil Civilian
Date [standardized human time]: December 6th, 2136
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Thank the Protector for Vilek.
She had stepped up in every possible way. She coached me on the right answers to give to the assessors. She worked with a Krakotl named Jarkim to keep the Exterminator’s office at bay. And she took care of answering questions from a reporter named Sharnet that reached out to me since both the humans who contacted her, mister Sinclair and Martin, had fallen prey to the Liberators.
This was the paw where I got to leave the hospital. My injuries were actually quite minor (or so they claimed), but they had kept me under observation for several paws to see if I’d display Predator Disease after everything that happened. There was a real risk that after all that, after what Martin sacrificed for me, I’d just end up in a Facility.
At first I thought I probably should be. I was happy that Renak was dead, and I wanted Vansi to die too. For the first couple of paws just thinking about being tied in that chair with Renak whistling and leaning over me with his knife and claws and teeth… it made me shake and scream, once even until I soiled myself.
Thinking about what Vansi had done to Martin made me shriek with anger and throw things and tear curtains. Vilek had stayed by my side though, and helped cover up the incidents each time. Without her I’d be in a Facility for sure.
Then she got me in contact with a human assessor over video calls, a man named doctor Johan Eriksson with ice-blue eyes and a lot of yellow fur all over his face. And just as Martin had promised, Johan was aghast at hearing about the Federation’s treatment of Predator Disease. Johan promised me that my feelings were entirely normal, and that he’d help me work through everything.
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I’ve had three calls with him since then, and while every one of them ended with me in tears I always felt better afterwards. He was teaching me a system called ‘Mindfulness’. By examining my own emotions and surroundings in a neutral way, it was possible for me to significantly reduce the symptoms! And it was working, it really was. I was more able to manage my emotions. I could recognize when the world was fading into a furious orange or horrid gray, and pull myself back from the brink.
And he said there were other coping strategies to use too, that he’d be providing me with all the tools I needed to grow myself like a garden: Pruning the bad parts, watering the good, and planting the seeds of the sort of person I wanted to grow into.
The humans love their metaphors! But this one was rather beautiful, so I didn’t mind. I quite liked to imagine myself as a garden! But not the ones on Venlil Prime. One of the ones on Earth. Johan had showed me pictures. So full of different colors, dozens of types of insects, so many birds… an explosion of life and color and joy!
That’s the kind of garden I wanted to be. Someday.
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Coming back home was tough. Not just because I had to pick between being woozy from painkillers or aching with all the little motions of daily life (I had settled on being woozy), but also because of all the little reminders.
Vilek had pressured the landlord into replacing the front door, but the new color reminded me of the break-in. The door to Martin’s room was entirely absent. Martin was entirely absent.
I didn’t feel safe sleeping in my bed. Vilek let me share hers. I woke up crying and feeling her claws stroking through my fur to comfort me.
I was grateful, truly grateful, for my friend. But she wasn’t the one I wanted to hold me.
A claw later I screamed when the pad rang for a phone call, and had to sit and do my mindfulness exercises while Vilek answered it.
She hung up in a hurry and rushed over to me and grasped my paw. “Thiva, we have to get to the hospital! Right now!”
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Memory transcription subject: Martin Russo, Human Refugee
Date [standardized human time]: December 11th, 2136
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I am in more pain than at any other point in my entire life.
Every single part of my being hurts on a level so deep I can feel it in my soul, and I don’t even believe those exist.
My tears are flowing freely and shamelessly. My mouth is open and my drool tastes alkaline, my throat trying to shield itself from the vomit that’s threatening to flow forth.
Taking a single step requires more willpower than I can even wrap my head around. Every single muscle has to be tensed manually, my brain simply refuses to pass the ‘walk’ signal to the body. My shaking limbs move in slow motion, like wading through thick non-Newtonian fluid. Like an arthritic, decrepit old man.
And always that voice. That fucking voice. That fucking voice I need to shut it up I hate you I hate you so much I hate you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you
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“Good job, Martin! One more step, c’mon, you can do it! Gold star!”
“fuck you… fuck you… fuck you… fuck you…” The mantra helps me manage the last step, before I collapse. First to my knees, then down to my hands. Then onto my face, on the soft and spongy floor.
Chasa, my Zurulian arch-nemesis, pads over to me fearlessly and sits down. She licks a paw before stroking it through my hair, giving me a cowlick. “Great job! I can tell you’ve been doing your exercises! Good boy!”
I can’t move my limbs right now. “hate you. hate you so much.”
She pads over to a small teddy bear-sized table and holds up my medical file. She’s had it printed out on actual paper with an actual manila folder, just for this purpose. “That’s fine! You don’t hate the gold star, though, do you?”
“…that’s for children…”
“Oh, so you don’t want it?”
I growl as menacingly as I can. It’s not particularly impressive. She holds up the little gold star sticker and wags it at me, before placing it on my file. She doesn’t seem particularly afraid of me. Though to be fair, even though she weighs maybe 20 kilos soaking wet she could probably take me in a fight.
Chasa looked up human physical therapy before taking on my case, and apparently learned about this incentive system… someplace. Each session she gives me a gold star if I manage to go above and beyond. I hate it. It’s infantilizing, condescending, and juvenile. And it works. I want the gold star. This is my fifth fucking physical therapy session and I want my fifth fucking gold star. It’s the least she can do after she makes me torture myself.
“Fantastic work! Alright, so after third-meal I want you to try and walk around your bed. Back and forth, as many times as you can. And remember to rotate your arm!”
“ah, i see. you hate me too.”
Chasa looks immensely happy and pleased as a couple of Venlil nurses get me onto a too-small gurney. She takes a little sugar and salt treat from a bowl for cubs or pups or whatever, and walks over to place it in my lap. “See you next paw, Martin!”
I will find a way to pay her back for this.
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I woke up around five or six paws ago with tubes in every orifice on my body, and was very surprised to find myself alive.
The full story only came later. Slavik and Jarkim had taken out one of the Liberators, but Jarkim had gotten badly wounded as a result. As soon as they had dumped Jarkim back at the truck, Slavik double-timed it to the house. They passed Thiva and Mosun on the way, and managed to arrive in time to stop Vansi from setting me on fire. By shooting her.
Not that that would’ve mattered, considering my massive blood loss and organ damage and being stuck out in the middle of Fuckoff Nowheresota.
The fact that there was a UN army base about two dozen miles away saved me, as their helicopters showed up to take over the scene and haul all the injured to the hospital. The medics were able to get to me within the Golden Hour. Though considering the extent of my injuries it was apparently closer to the Golden Ten Minutes.
Since then I had been in a medically induced coma while the hospital grew replacements for just about every single one of my organs. To hear tell of it, I’d have had no chance long-term without the Zurulians’ almost unfathomably advanced technology. The alien teddy bears were able to salvage my broken body, even though it’s likely that my left leg, left arm, and right hand will never be the same again.
And now I get to torture myself back to health. Oh joy.
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My lambchops have been showing up every day or paw or whatever for visiting hours, and staying each time until they’re chased out by the nurses.
Each time I see them enter my room it feels better than a shot of whatever the aliens use instead of morphine; the sight of them together and safe lifts my spirits and puts a smile on my face.
We spend most of our time watching movies or TV shows on the pad, while they take turns holding my hand or stroking my head. I pet them back as much as I can, but for now both that and talking for any length of time are too draining.
They’ve been showing me some of the classic works of the Venlil. I’ve been showing them classics of humanity.
“Hey Blondie! You know what you are?! Just a dirty sonofa-” Aaa-aa-aaaaa!
The lambchops whistle with joyful laughter, releasing the tension of the long finale of the finest Western of all time.
Thiva sighs with relief. “Oh Protector, I really thought he was going to kill Tuco!”
“No way, he’s ‘The good’ of the title! And it was a call-back to the first part of the film where he kept shooting him down, there’s no way they wouldn’t take the opportunity to tie it all together!”
“Yeah, I guess… Is that seriously what humans considered ‘good’ back then?”
I interject. “You could argue that Blondie is supposed to be ‘the good’, but he’s really more like the ‘least bad’. The people making the movie were living under a dictatorship, so a lot of films from the nation of Spain around that time were made from a very cynical point of view.”
Thiva leans against me and runs her claws through my hair, making me shiver. “You haven’t been showing us a lot of movies with war in them, but they’re apparently pretty common for humans?”
I give a nod. “Yes. We’ve always had a complex relationship with war and violence. You might’ve noticed that this movie took a very somber perspective, largely viewing the war as pointless. While it was a controversial conflict in the past, nowadays the common view of the US civil war is that it was a necessary conflict to end the evils of chattel slavery.”
Vilek is silent for a short bit. “So like Blondie, violence isn’t necessarily good, but sometimes it’s the least bad.”
“Oh, I like that. That’s clever.”
She wags her tail. “Alright, what’s next on the list?”
“Next… I do my exercises, before I get too tired. Can you girls help me get into the leg brace? Can’t walk at all without the damn thing.”
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They help manhandle me into a standing position and latch the leg brace, and I can start my agonizingly slow and agonizingly agonizing journey around the bed and back again.
To keep my mind off of the pain, and because I can’t loudly curse my beloved lambchops out like I can my arch-nemesis Chasa, I try to talk instead. “S-So… I’ve been looking into… human universities… that’ll take both of you… and ideally… transfer your… credits…”
Vilek wags encouragingly, and helps support me on my slow journey. “That’s great! We can all head to Earth instead and I can become a human assess-no, therapist!”
Thiva sighs. “Honestly, I like the sound of that. I feel safer around humans than around Venlil at this point.”
“Great… I’ll let you know… once I hear back…” Shit that topic didn’t last long. Okay what else what else “How’s that… trial thing… coming along…?”
Thiva grumbles. “The Liberators plead guilty today… including Vansi, who was being tried as a member of the group.” She had survived, but Slavik’s plasma rifle had seared her arm off at the shoulder.
“No media’s being allowed in the courtroom, to ensure they don’t get an audience for their views. The sentence hasn’t come down yet but it looks like none of them are going to feel the free breeze again for as long as they live.”
“Can’t say… I feel bad…”
“It’s too good for them!”
“The state… shouldn’t get… to do worse… than imprison… fuck, I’m done, please help.” My leg gives out and I’m left to cling to the bed frame until the girls intervene.
They help me back onto the bed before Vilek speaks. “…Even someone like Kalsim?”
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I nod, sweat covering my body in a thin sheen. I take a deep drink of water and wait a few moments before answering. “Yeah… Kalsim’s not a threat in a jail cell. The state has a monopoly on violence, and shouldn’t get to use it to kill people just because we’re upset at them.”
Thiva frowns. “What about justice, though? Don’t people deserve to see those that have hurt them get punished?”
I shake my head. “That’s not justice. See it like this… Why not eat him?”
The girls look disgusted. I press on. “See… If killing him as punishment is fine, then just beating him up has to be fine too. Right? That’s less bad than killing him. And torture, that’s still less bad than killing. And if killing is fine, how about killing him extra painfully like by setting him on fire? And at that point we might as well eat him. I mean, why not?”
Thiva protests. “Because… Because that’s barbaric! You humans don’t eat sapients, you all say so!”
I nod firmly. “Yeah, exactly. Because it is barbaric. State punishment is just barbarism, just sadism to make the worst part of us feel better. Once we agree that it’s acceptable to do that to anyone, all we’re doing is haggling over price. There was a human philosopher named Nietzsche. He said ‘Beware of those in whom the urge to punish is strong’, and I think that’s the sort of thing he meant. Not just to beware of people in power who seek out punishment for people they have power over, but… to beware that part of ourselves.”
The girls are silent for a moment. I take a slow drink of water and speak more, even though it’s really tiring by now. But this is important.
“Listen, Vilek… When you study to become a therapist, please keep something in mind. Predator Disease doesn’t exist. Not even Renak had Predator Disease.”
Vilek frowns confusedly and bursts out. “What?! But you said he was a ‘textbook psychopath’! You said he was a monster who didn’t feel empathy! You said so yourself!”
“Yes, I did. But in human society… the majority of people with that condition are not actually more dangerous than anyone else. Because they can be taught coping mechanisms, by therapists, to fit into society. Renak was a monster because Venlil society, and Vansi, failed him.”
Thiva protests. “But…”
I shake my head. “Nobody is born a monster. And even in cases where people are truly unsalvageable for whatever reason… what’s the point in punishing them for it? Thiva, I didn’t shoot your brother because he was a psychopath. I shot him to keep you safe. Slavik didn’t shoot your mother because she was an abuser, they shot her because she was about to set me on fire. If someone shot Kalsim at this point… how would that make anyone safer?”
I sigh and take another slow drink of water. “...Christ, I do not have the energy for this heavy stuff right now. Next film, girls, what’ll it be?”
They start bickering, apparently as happy to be distracted from the topic as I am. Every time it’s their turn to pick they end up fighting over it, you’d think they’d make a list ahead of time instead. “Flower-bird Red!” “Fainting for You!” “Garden in the Stars!” “Okay, yeah, that’s good. Remake or original?” “Original, obviously!” “But the remake-” “We can just show him both!” “Okay, deal!”
I don’t end up remembering a blessed thing about the film. With the girls cuddled up to me on the Mazic-size bed I’ve been given for use since they apparently lacked human-size ones, I fall asleep by the end of the opening credits.
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Date [standardized human time]: December 14th, 2136
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“Hey human, you got visitors.” The nurse informs me. I glance at the clock on my pad, which I had set to count down to the lambchops’ daily visit. Still half a claw out.
Instead of my cherished friends, I see two other people step into the room. A Venlil, and Robert McGinley.
“…Hey Bob. You’ll forgive me if I don’t get up.” I jest from the hospital bed. McGinley doesn’t seem to find it amusing.
“Russo.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to show up, to be honest. Who’s your friend?”
“District Magister Vaska. Russo, we need you to sign-”
“Fuck off, McGinley.”
“If you don’t sign these documents, your refugee status can be rescinded.”
“No it can’t. Literally, there’s a list of reasons I can have my refugee status taken away, and ‘not signing hush documents’ isn’t on the list.”
McGinley gives me a tiny smile. On his blank face that might as well be an ear-to-ear grin. “But it can be if you’ve been charged with a crime in the host sovereignty.”
I nod. “Yeah, that is true. I don’t even need to be convicted.”
“So-”
“So I haven’t been charged with anything yet. And if I had to guess, I’m not going to be.”
McGinley scowls. Vaska scowls beside him too.
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I continue. Talking is a bit tiring, but not as bad as it was just a few days ago. “Because if I’m charged with a crime, I’ll need to take the witness stand. And I can have ex-officer Jarkim take the stand. And you don’t want that. Because the raid on the Liberators’ compound here in Greenmeadow was ‘a heroic joint operation between the UN and the Exterminators’ office, approved by Governor Tarva herself’.”
Now Vaska speaks up. His voice is trembling with anger. “A stunt that you forced us to engage in! I had to call the governor on the emergency line to get approval for it! A UN military operation on sovereign Venlil soil!”
“I’m not going to apologize for making you do your fucking job.”
McGinley takes a step forward. I don’t bother to flinch back, since I can’t exactly run anywhere anyway. Instead I just look up at him passively and wait for him to say something. “It’s in your best interests to play nice, Russo.”
“Because that worked out so well for both of us last time. Remember ‘An inferno of incredible horror’? Pretty great article, really. ‘The Liberators Unveiled: Terror and death in Greenmeadow’ was killer too. Do you really want to go for a third, about what really happened to VP’s little homegrown terrorist cell that was literally funded with the salaries of the Exterminators in it?”
The ‘Liberators Unveiled’ article had run while I was comatose, revealing the full truth of the shelter arson and the identities of the Liberators involved. However, it had neither contradicted nor reaffirmed the official government narrative about the ‘joint operation’ that took the bastards down.
McGinley is practically snarling now, putting both hands on my hospital bed and making it shake a bit. I wince with pain, while he raises his voice for the first time in either of my meetings with the man. “You can’t be allowed to just run around doing whatever you want. There have to be consequences for your actions, Russo!”
I nod solemnly. “I agree. That’s what the law is for. So charge me with a crime, or fuck off.”
He shakes the bed slightly. There’s a few beeps from some of the machinery monitoring me and making sure I’m still alive. Vaska looks a bit taken aback. “You nearly ruined the whole investigation; you almost destabilized the relationship between humanity and the Venlil!”
I take a steadying breath. He’s being overly dramatic. “So charge me with a crime, or fuck off.”
McGinley snarls and slams a bundle of papers down on the bedside table. “I’m offering you a chance to change your mind.”
I glance at the papers, then lift them up with more effort than I’d like to admit and drop them directly into the waste bin.
I wave my hand, tired of this pointless farce. “No, seriously. Fuck off, McGinley. Magister, a word of advice. If you want my silence, try offering some hush money next time. Us humans are a lot more partial to bribes than to threats.”
They storm out.
Guess I won’t be going to jail. The rest of the posse will be fine too, then.
I lean back and sigh and try to take a nap. I don’t want to still be pissed off when the lambchops show up. I have something important to show them.
Some of the universities I’ve reached out to have answered back.
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Hello! Wasn't sure the best place to post this but just wanted to get it out there for any other non-tech savvy mac users wanting use glorious mice.
Background: I am not a gamer. I work a lot on the computer and like and like having different mice/keyboards that I can cycle through to prevent RSI. I have a few ergo mice, a trackball, a trackpad, etc... I was trying out the glorious model D at a friends house and fell in love. It's so lite and snappy and fits my hand well. The only issue is it is NOT built for mac OS. This creates a few problems. First, mac automatically adds acceleration to mice. This feels weird for those used to linear acceleration. Second, you can't map the buttons with software. I need all the buttons on the mouse mapped in order for the mouse to serve my productivity needs.
So after buying a model D and and confirming i really liked the ouse itself, I quickly realized I would need to be able to fix the software issues or return it. I finally sat down and figured this out last week and though I would share for the few people out there in a similar situation hoping to use this mouse for productivity or gaming on mac.
First, to fix the acceleration issue, I use an app called Linear Mouse. This is free and works incredibly well. You can also program acceleration through the mac terminal, but this is a little clunky. Linear mouse lets you set the desired acceleration and sensitivity very precisely.
Second, I was able to map the buttons using Karabiner Elements. The side buttons are registered as mouse "button 4" and "button 5" by the mac. You can create simple rules to map these buttons to whatever you want. I use these buttons to quickly switch desktops (same as 3 finger swipe on the trackpad or control right/left arrow on the keyboard). I couldn't find a simple rule to do this within the Elements software. Fortunately, I found this complex rule that you can download and will map these buttons for you. This got me really close but was actually the opposite of how I use the buttons normally (i want button 4 to go left on the desktop, not right). I was then able to switch these two button assignments with a simple rule that assigned button 4 to button 5 and visa versa.
Lastly, for those struggling how to control the lighting of the mouse, you can do this without any software, just a different combination of button presses as outlined here.
Anyway, sorry for the book. I just was satisfied I found a solution to these issues that will hopefully help other mac users out there not totally give up on this mouse! I still cycle through my other input devices, but when i need to quickly get a lot of shit done, the glorious model D is my favorite at the moment.

Before I go into detail let me just list off the things I am suggesting.
-Shark mob
-Piglin Campsites
-Caveman Villagers
-Deep Ocean Trench Biome
-Angler Fish
-Tube Warms
Now here's my art explaining all their behavior.
https://i.imgur.com/f6ZIfJE.png
Of coarse this sub is picky so I will have to explain everything in text aswell.
- Sharks
Sharks were rejected from the Aquatic update because Mojang didn't want to represent them as a monster that harms people, so I made them harm everything ELSE in the ocean. Sheep, Fish, Zombies, Drowned anything they can find they will attack, but not people. The Sharks hang around Coral Reefs but can also be found in the Deep Ocean.
Sharks can be put on a Lead making them useful as under Water bodyguards.
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- Piglin Camps
I always thought that the Piglin's were missing something to really make them fit in the Nether and be believable.
So boom, Piglin Camps, it has a Campfire, Logs, Hoglin Pens, and even some loot chests. I think it would fit right in and really complete Piglins as a whole.
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- Cave Villagers
This is a silly idea I have had for a while, there are mods that add Villages underground but none do it in the way I am thinking.
I want actual Cave People to be in these settlements, Along with all your stereotypical Cave Men stuff. Mechanically I'm not so sure how they would differ from regular Villagers, but I thought they could deal much more with the grindy aspect of Minecraft. They do work with their hands after all, and sometimes you need 17 stacks of gravel, but instead of breaking your wrists trying to get it yourself you can buy it from these guys at a great bargain!
They also make funny noises, and can ride Animals.
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- Deep Ocean Trench
This is the big one, People have suggested this before but if it isn't just the PERFECT thing to make the open sea's more interesting, and it's the perfect use of 1.18's changes to the World height.
These caverns would appear like a stark ravine the descends down hundreds of block, lined with Black Algae and Inhabited by otherworldly Creatures.
It has an increased chance of Ship wrecks, Fossils, Glow fish, Angler fish, And Tube Worms.
Tube Worms are an Animal in real life but I think they would act more like plants in Minecraft, they have to be grown under water and near Magma Blocks, They slow you down like Soul Sand, can be a potion ingredient, and they even hold onto Items that fall on them!
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So there you go, if this post gets removed I will be sad because it took so dang long to type all this.

Now before we begin I was orignally supposed to do something different but I was worried that there would be too much violence so I decided to settle on this. Hopefully this should be enough.
Fernkit and Fireheart were sitting side by side. The two cats had been injured in one way or another and were stuck in the middle of the desert. They needed to head back to camp where Yellowfang was going to treat them. Cloudkit came along as he was carrying the fabbric of a stretcher.
"Okay, it's just you two that are left?" Cloudkit asked.
"Yes it's just us." Fireheart replied. He groaned as he had a difficult time moving, he had been shot skimmed his leg. Cloudkit looked over at Fernkit who had fragments of a grenade in her side, three maybe four. Cloudkit looked over to see who he was going to evacuate first.
"Are you okay going to be okay on your own Fireheart?" Cloudkit asked.
"I'll be all right Nephew, get us back to camp please." Fireheart told Cloudkit that he was going to be good. Cloudkit nodded as he decided to evacuate Fernkit first. Cloudkit picked Fernkit up As he seemed to be struggling to carry her.
"Goodness you're dense Fernkit." Cloudkit began as he attempted to lift her up.
"Even if strength lies in a fluffy, kind hearted cat such as yourself." Fernkit complimented. Cloudkit struggled as he brought Fernkit to the spot where he was going to drop her down.
"Stay here, I'm going to rescue Fireheart." Cloudkit instructed Fernkit. Fernkit nodded as Cloudkit. Cloudkit was off back to find Fireheart.
Cloudkit retraced his steps to where Fireheart was. He made sure to try to take the safe avenue of approach when it came to looking for his uncle. However, an obstacle was waiting for him around the corner. A Shadowclan sniper had Cloudkit in his sights. Cloudkit appeared and the sniper fired. Cloudkit collapsed which the sniper got the illusion that he managed to get Cloudkit in the first shot. Cloudkit looked up as the sniper had merely just knocked his helmet off of him. Cloudkit looked at his helmet which had a large white streak going through the top. Cloudkit looked ahead as he spotted Fireheart but the sniper was going to make things difficult if it meant reaching Fireheart. Cloudkit knew he needed to be inventive if he was going to get the sniper's attention. Fireheart saw that his nephew was pinned down by a Shadowclan sniper. Fireheart grabbed an M1 Garand and made sure it was loaded by opening the top of the rifle. It was loaded so he closed it back up. He decided to lean out to try to find where this sniper was. Cloudkit tossed the helmet into the air to try to get the sniper's attention. The sniper leaned out and shot the helmet. Fireheart looked around as he wasn't able to spot the sniper anywhere. Cloudkit knew he needed to risk himself if he was going to get to Fireheart and carry him to safety. Cloudkit gulped as he decided to make a run for it. The sniper fired but missed Cloudkit. Fireheart found where the sniper was and fired two round into it, killing the sniper instantly. Cloudkit finally arrived to Fireheart's side.
"It's like me back on the shooting range." Fireheart began. Cloudkit laid down the stretcher pad as he was going to make an attempt to get Fireheart to safety.
"Give me that." Cloudkit told Fireheart as he took the M1 Garand Fireheart had.
"Do you think it's a little too late for target practice now don't you think?" Fireheart asked Cloudkit. Cloudkit was rolling the M1 Garand in the stretcher pad. Cloudkit had a different idea in mind.
"Jump on it." Cloudkit instructed Fireheart.
"You're kidding?" Fireheart asked Cloudkit.
"I'm going to drag you." Cloudkit instructed Fireheart that he was going to take him to safety. Fireheart tried to think. His nephew couldn't be this serious? A call was heard as several Shadowclan cats had appeared, trying to figure out where the shooting came from and who killed their sniper. Fireheart knew there was no time to waste.
"LET'S DO IT!" Fireheart shouted. Fireheart maneuvered his way onto the stetcher pad, his he hissed as his leg was hurting him. Cloudkit knew it was now or never to get Fireheart to safety, Fireheart grabbed his Thompson Sub Machine gun as Cloudkit began to drag Fireheart back to where he left Fernkit.
"Ready?" Cloudkit asked Fireheart.
"Yeah!" Fireheart told Cloudkit. Cloudkit continued to drag Fireheart as the Shadowclan cats got closer. Bullets began to skim over their heads as the missing to get Fireheart back to camp wasn't going to be without a fight. "We got company!" Fireheart shouted. Cloudkit knew he needed to make a run for it. He turned around and began to run, dragging Fireheart with him.
"Come on!" Cloudkit told Fireheart. Cloudkit continued to run as the Shadowclan cats got closer to them. Fireheart raised his Thompson and began to fire. He was firing single shots to save on ammo. A Shadowclan cat fired at them but Fireheart responded with a shot of his own. The Shadowclan cat crumbled down as Cloudkit continued to run and dodge the incoming bulelts that were trying to take him and Fireheart down. Fireheart continued to fire the Thompson to keep Cloudkit safe. More Shadowclan cats fell as Cloudkit ran for his life as the Shadowclan cats closed in all around them. A couple more Shadowclsn cats fell before Cloudkit reached the area where he had set Fernpaw aside. Cloudkit grabbed the rope and tied it around Fireheart.
"Paws up!" Cloudkit instructed Fireheart. Fireheart did so as Cloudkit tied the rope around him. Once Fireheart was secured, Cloudkit prepared to send him down but the Shadowclan cats continued to get closer and closer to them.
"Are you kidding?" Fireheart asked.
"I'm not." Cloudkit replied. "Are you ready?" He asked Fireheart.
"Yeah!" Fireheart shouted.
"Go!" Cloudkit called out. Cloudkit kicked Fireheart down as he grabbed the rope to slow Fireheart's fall to a comfortable speed. He had a cloth to make sure his paws didn't get burned. Fireheart descended down as Cloudkit had all his trust on him. The shouts of the Shadowclan cats were heard as the bullets skimmed past Cloudkit. Cloudkit hid behind a rock as he didn't want to get shot and die, he clung his paws to the rope. Fireheart's body hits the ground as the others ran forth to begin helping Fireheart up. Bluestar among them.
"Are you okay Fireheart?" Bluestar asked Fireheart.
"Yeah but Cloudkit is still up there. he's got Shadowclan cats on his tail." Fireheart told Bluestar. Bluestar couldn't believe that Fireheart was being serious. Cloudkit was away from camp once more. Then the mass of a giant ball appeared as Cloudkit was hanging onto Fernkit He was going to use gravity to his advantage. the rooe was being stretched further and further as Cloudkit descended with Fernkit. Eventually they had a problem, The rope connecting them together got stuck as both Cloudkit and Fernkit struck the side of the climbing wall. Brightkit noticed that Cloudkit was in trouble decided to raise her rifle as the Shadowclan cats began to appear. Bang! She took the first shot as the Shadowclan cats joined up and one of them fell. The rest off the camp followed along as they began firing whatever they had at the Shadowclan crowd. The Shadowclan cats began to fall as Cloudkit attempted to get himself properly sorted. After a few minutes of firing, the Shadowclan cats retreated as they couldn't deal with the firepower that Thunderclan had. Brightkit went up as she decided to help Fernkit and Cloudkit down. Once they were down. Bluestar walked over to Cloudkit.
"Out of camp again, I saw you've rescued a few of our warriors that had gone missing. I'm pleased with the bravery you've shown especially for both a kitty-pet and a kit." Bluestar began as she wasn't scolding Cloudkit for deciding to risk his own life to get some of the cats back. "Are you hurt?" Bluestar asked Cloudkit. Cloudkit didn't know what to say as Brightkit walked over to Cloudkit.
"Get him to see Yellowfang. He looks dazed." Brightkit told Bluestar to have the combat medic look over him to see if he was fine.
"Okay." Bluestar mewed. Cloudkit was escorted away to see Yellowfang as the others looked on with pride. A kit to risk his own life for someone else's was truly a warrior in a small sized package indeed.
To all of those who had given their lives for someone else's if there was a starclan we would pray to save one more life even if we risk our own. It's good to have the ferocity for someone else's life even without firing a shot. Post completely based off of...

Universe by U/BlueFishCake
Previous Chapter
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I don't look like a sad orphan! I think.
Sean was frantically looking through his extremely limited supply of "nice" clothes. Haali had reminded him that while they were proper business attire, they weren't exactly glamorous or flattering. Sean had no use for fancy clothes, so he really didn't have any. Now here he was kicking himself for not having at least one nice shirt.
He leaned over and looked at himself in the mirror and groaned, "Damnit I have no idea what I'm doing. Reflection what do I do?".
He and his reflection both shrugged, "Ugh, some use you are.".
He stuck his head back into his closet, hoping that somehow a perfect article of clothing had somehow appeared there. Coincidentally he remembered an old shirt he had "borrowed" from his dad. He hadn't noticed it before, he kept it tucked away in a box at the top of the closet and he often forgot it existed. Besides, he virtually never looked through his clothes with this level of intensity.
As he reached up to the box, he began to feel increasingly ridiculous. It was one of his dad's old shirts from his partying days back when he was a little younger than Sean. Suffice it to say, the garment could be officially qualified as "old as shit".
Sean initially took it as a joke; something to wear to 80's parties or when he just wanted to look absurd. Fashion was an ever-changing force and so much time had passed since this shirt had been woven. You could turn a lot of heads for all the wrong reasons wearing this thing. But it did have one thing going for it: it strangely reminded him of something Haali would wear.
It didn't look like his fluffy pirate shirt or anything, but it had that same "I'm here to party 'till I die look". Sean fumbled around until his hand met the box, with an odd degree of reverence he slid the box off the shelf and he sat it on his bed. He flipped the lid off with one finger and winced when he saw it again.
I forgot how outrageous this thing is...
The "Turquiose Menace" as he had come to call it, would arise once again. He held it up; he smiled, then cringed, then weakly smiled once more. He held it over himself in the mirror and tilted his head from side to side, trying to make a decision. After a few more seconds of looking, he shrugged, nodded, "It'll have to do...". He gently laid it on his bed and went to take a shower.
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Haruk had been enjoying herself getting ready for tonight. She was smiling and running a brush through her hair as she hummed to herself. She had invested in a full body mirror and was enjoying the sight of herself looking so good. She was ecstatic to have an excuse to get all dressed up and look sexy. While she was quite satisfied with her appearance, she had a growing sense of dread in the back of her mind concerning Sean and Xerya.
Goddess I hope those two show up wearing something half way decent.
She stopped brushing her long hair for a moment to rotate around and check out her back side. She smiled and giggled a bit, she loved getting everything about this. She spun back around and pushed a lock of hair over her ear, she then resumed brushing her hair. As she raised the brush for another stroke, she froze.
I... I better go check on Xerya.
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Xerya wasn't used to this feeling, and she really didn't like it. She was someone who always had her shit together, and now was one of the very few times in her life where she didn't. The sliding door to her closet in her room was wide open. She had her arms outstretched, resting on the opposing sides of the closet. She had a thin sheen of stress sweat coating her face and her eyes were widened by a low grade panic attack.
Nice? What does that even mean? I think a tank top and sweat pants are nice. I know that's not what they mean, but shit, I don't really have anything to work with here!
She frantically shoved her hangers from side to side as she searched for some forgotten article of clothing. The real kick in the tits was Haali's specific ban on wearing uniforms. When she had first gotten word of their dinner date, that's exactly where her mind first went; hell, that’s what she always wore when she had to dress up. They might have been a little stiff and up tight, but it gave her a decent set of clothes that were accepted in most places.
That devious little imp had now starved her of her silver bullet for fashion. So now she was trapped in a clothesless wasteland of her own making, and she was running out of time. She was about to double down on her growing anxiety by panicking about the time but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
Several aggressive thuds on the door were followed by Haruk's voice. Her tone was a blend of teasing and legitimate concern, "Hey Xerya you alive in there? You didn't get crushed under your own tits did ya?".
Thank the goddess!
Xerya bounded over to her door, her massive jugs bouncing around with every step. She had been topless while trying to decide what to wear. She flung the door open wearing an uncharacteristically neurotic look of fear. She was greeted by the image of an irritatingly sexy and well-dressed Haruk.
At first, she thought Haruk had magically grown several inches, but then as she looked down she noticed the shoes she was wearing. A pair of high heeled sandals were strapped to her feet. She was adorned by a cobalt blue dress that clung to her hips and ass and flowed freely as it cut off just above her ankles. It accented her flat tummy and the curves of her breasts as two straps tied together behind her neck to hold the whole thing up.
She had shiny earrings on and her hair had been expertly curled and styled. Her long glossy ponytail cascaded over her left shoulder. The blue of her highlights blended with the blue of her dress...and at that point Xerya realized she was staring. At Haruk of all people.
Haruk grinned and gently slid her ponytail over her shoulder in a practiced motion, "Damn I must look good, I'm even making girls stare.".
Xerya's cheeks became tinged with blue, "I-uhh- no I wasn't!".
Haruk rolled her eyes, "Yeah ok whatever.". Her eyes then crept downward to the blue capped mountains hanging off Xerya's chest, "So uhhh", she pointed at Xerya's tits, waving her finger in a little circle, "What's going on here?".
Xerya's blush intensified, she felt vulnerable. Not because of her tits hanging out, but because she didn't have a plan. Not having a plan was not how she lived her life. "Haruk I don't know what to do! You and Sean said no uniforms and I have nothing else but my awesome comfortable clothes.".
Haruk pushed past Xerya and invaded her room while shaking her head, "My goddess...".
For such a clever and punctual person, Xerya really did live like an animal. There was clutter and random bits of clothing all over the place. Haruk spun around in place marveling at the duality of Xerya's existence, "How do you live like this?".
Xerya swung her door shut and stepped to face Haruk. She ran her hands down her cheeks, "It's worse than usual. If you can't tell, I'm sort of freaking out. What the deep do I wear? I don't know how to look good!".
Haruk didn't want to ruin her makeup, but she managed a modest face palm anyways. She chuckled lightly, "You already look good you idiot. You just need to learn how to show it!".
Xerya flailed her arms in frustration, "With what though? Look in that closet? Would you honestly allow me to wear anything in there to dinner? We both know you're going the be the self-proclaimed fashion police here.".
Haruk smiled and pointed right at Xerya's face, "And don't you forget it.".
Haruk quickly spun around and began to pick through Xerya's closet. A mere few seconds later she spun around looking like she just saw a ghost, "You're fucked.".
Xerya mirrored Haruk's terror, "...what... do I do?".
Haruk looked at her omni pad, "Well we could try to run out real fast a-".
"We don't have time!" Xerya shouted.
Haruk stood silently with her chin resting on the thumb and index finger. One of her long legs pumped rhythmically as if generating thoughts. She looked up to Xerya with a somber expression, "There's only one thing we can do then.".
Xerya was desperate, she'd try anything at this point. Sean would be arriving in a few minutes, and she was out of ideas. Her voice was full of desperation, "Whatever it is, I'll do it!".
Haruk nodded, "Come to my room, it’s up to my closet to save you.".
Haruk strode out without another word. Her mind was focused solely on the task at hand; and it was quite a task. Trying to fit Xerya into her clothes sounded impossible, but tonight they needed to accomplish exactly that.
Haruk opened Xerya's door, then her own a few seconds later. Xerya stood there looking across the hall with her hands hanging at her sides. She whispered quietly and fearfully, "But... how will I fit?".
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Sean was powerwalking his way through the corridors of the building. The black eyes of the marines were glued to him even more than usual. His shirt did not button up all the way, so he had been flashing his chest to everyone he crossed paths with. His face was burning red from all the attention.
It had been a constant stream of cat calls the whole way there. Many of the faces he recognized simply from being on the base a lot, and then there were the faces that belonged to his students. It was easy enough to ignore the strangers and run away. It was much harder to ignore Shinal stepping out of her room and staring at his chest while licking her lips.
Sean watched her nipples harden as she cooed, "You're looking... sharp today Mr. Warwick.". Sean felt obligated to say something on account of being her teacher. He smiled weakly and gave a quick, "Hi Shinal, see ya tomorrow.". He didn't even stop moving to say it. He blew past her as she leaned out her door to shamelessly stare at his ass like many others were.
Shinal pivoted back into her doorway and whispered to herself, "See you tomorrow...". She smiled up at the ceiling and disappeared back into her room.
Sean was grateful that he could see Xerya's door coming into view down the hallway. He never thought drowning in pussy could be a bad thing, until now. He laughed internally at the thought of a giant blue vagina popping out of a door somewhere and swallowing him whole like some sort of "Penis Fly-trap". He felt safer already as he gently knocked on Xerya's door.
His budding sense of safety quickly faded away as no one answered the door. That was very unlike Xerya to not stick to the plan.
I hope everything is ok. What if she's sick, or in trouble with work? That would fuck up the whole night. She better not, but she's better than that. What if something happened to her? Oh fuck maybe she's hurt... or worse!?
God damnit why does my brain always go straight to this insane shit!?
Sean looked to his right and saw several marines mingling about farther down the hall and trying very hard not to look like they were staring. Sean wanted nothing more than to disappear into Xerya's room, and now for some unknown reason he couldn't.
Fuck it, plan B.
He turned around and banged on Haruk's door in a decidedly more panicked fashion. A few seconds of insane daydreaming later and the door opened, revealing an exceptional looking Haruk.
Sean looked up extra high to meet her eyes, "Woah...".
Haruk smiled brightly and blushed, "Hi, Sean you look so...".
She bit her lip as her eyes glued themselves to his chest, "...good".
The reality of Sean's situation then dawned on Haruk. She leaned past Sean and looked into the hall; her suspicions were confirmed by the presence of the unwanted competition out there. She wrapped an arm around Sean's waist and quickly pulled him inside, "You beautiful idiot, get in here!".
Sean paced forward a bit and turned to watch Haruk push her door shut. Haruk put her hands on her hips, "You should have called one of us! You went through all that alone?".
Sean looked at the floor, "Ehh yeah, to both of those things, sorry.".
Haruk bent down and hugged Sean, "No I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be mean. I just want you to be safe.".
Sean turned and kissed her cheek as he wrapped his arms around her, "Well here I am in one piece, also, holy shit you look gorgeous!".
He broke out of her hug and stepped back to fit all of Haruk in his vision. He looked at her from head to toe, "You look so good I almost just wanna skip dinner.".
Haruk swooned, "If any of us looks good, its you! I've never seen a shirt like that. It's very se- um it looks so good on you!".
Sean laughed as he remembered how he dressed, "This thing practically came out of a time machine. It used to belong to my dad back when he was my age. I kept it just for fun, oddly enough it kind of reminded me of the shirts Haali wears.".
Haruk winked, "Well, whatever it is, it’s working.".
Sean couldn't help but to run a hand along Haruk's tight thigh, "Yeah, so is this.".
He looked up at Haruk and they swapped not so innocent smiles. Sean then membered why be was here, "So where's Xerya?".
Haruk looked to the corner of her room where her closet resided. Their rooms may not have had bathrooms in them, but they generous closets. She gently and quite reluctantly guided Sean's hand off of her thigh, "Let me go check. We had a bit of a clothing situation.".
Sean shrugged and chuckled, "Umm, ok. I hope she's about ready.".
As Haruk approached the closet Sean heard Xerya's voice, "I almost ready I swearing! And hi Sean!".
Sean smiled and looked toward the closet, "Everything ok in there?".
Haruk looked into her closet, "Oh my goddess!".
As she rounded the corner, she was greeted with the sight of Xerya annihilating her stretchiest dress. It was the only thing she had a hope of fitting into, and fitting was a very relative term in this case. She was spilling out of the top and bottom of Haruk's poor white dress.
She was frantically stuffing her tits back into the extremely low neckline. Doing so caused it to ride up her legs and damn near cause her ass to fall out the bottom. Her tits took up so much room in the dress there really wasn't much room left for the rest of her.
Xerya looked at Haruk with a worried expression, "Hold on I just need another second.". She reached down and pulled the bottom to cover more of her ludicrously thick thighs.
Haruk's looked shocked, "You're exploding out of it! By the Empress! You look like you're going to an erotica convention!".
Xerya turned to her looking terrified, "So, it's not working? We don't have time for anything else! And I feel ridiculous!".
Haruk was exasperated, "I mean, it's working, but not for the right reasons.".
Sean overheard this exchange, and he couldn't help but have a look. He peeked around the corner and his jaw hit the floor. Xerya was rocking a beyond skintight white dress that honestly couldn't contain her assets. He got there just in time to see her adjust her bra straps which made the dress ride back up her thighs again.
Xerya saw Sean emerge and blushed like she did the first time they met. She shyly put her hands behind her back and put on a nervous smile, "Hi".
Sean smiled ear to ear while fucking her with his eyes, "Hello to you.".
Haruk rolled her eyes, "See, he basically wants to fuck you right here. Only problem is, now we gotta go have dinner with our boss's, boss's, boss.".
Both Sean and Xerya wilted a bit, but very quickly their eyes began to slither all over each other again. Xerya huffed, "How do you wear these things Haruk?".
Haruk crossed her arms, "Well not like you, that’s for sure.".
Sean squeezed by Haruk, he was compelled to feel Xerya's touch. He literally couldn't stay away, "Xerya you look incredible.".
She quickly responded to his approach by kneeling down and kissing him. Sean allowed his hands to roam all over her, "Just uhhh, try not to pop out at the dinner table. I feel like that would make things maybe just a bit awkward.".
Xerya looked mortified, then relaxed a little, "Yes, I really do not want sex dinner.".
Xerya stood back up and Sean guided her and Haruk towards the door, "Yeah sex is for dessert, not dinner.".
As he said that he made eye contact with Haruk and licked his lips with a devilish smile. Haruk turned blue and bit her lip in anticipation.
They got to the door and Sean put his hand on the handle, "Ok, are you two as nervous as I am?”.
Haruk enthusiastically said, “Oh yeah.”.
Xerya, looking quite nervous, quietly and rapidly nodded.
Sean turned the handle and swung the door open, “Alright, lets try to survive this thing.”.
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The exo hangar was a loud, well-lit place. Most of the time. Now it was dark except for the lights in bay one. The building was eerily quiet except for the occasional clang or whirring of hand tools. As always, the place stunk of grease, coolant, and sweat.
There was one other sound that broke the pattern of mechanical noises.
"BROTHER FUCKING DAUGHTER OF A CUNT!"
Khe'siri leaned against the wrench and shoved with all her freakish strength. The sweat poured off her brow as she grunted and strained. She adjusted her footing, tightened her grip on the wrench and pushed again. Alas the stubborn bolt refused to turn.
She stepped back and shook the numbness out of her hands, "Goddess damned piece a shit! What crawled up your ass?".
She sat down on a crate and took a long sip off her water bottle. She scowled at the bolt; she hated it. She wanted to defeat it... to destroy it.
I don't care if it takes me all night. That little fucker is coming out of there.
Anyone else who saw her like this would assume she was miserable. That wasn't the case though. It was dark, quiet except for her, and there was no one else around. No people, no bullshit, just her and her work. This was her happy place.
Happy of course was a relative term. Khe'siri didn't have the broadest spectrum of emotions out there. She was angry more often than she wasn't, she was infamous for her fiery temper and foul mouth. A quiet calm was about as close to happy as she could go. Despite her swearing and endless threats to the inanimate objects around her, she was almost enjoying herself.
She stood back up and wiped her hands on her coveralls. As usual the top half was tied around her waist leaving just a tight black tank top covering her chest. Sort of. She once again glared at the bolt on the exo's ankle actuator, "Ok smart ass, you just earned yourself a date with the breaker.".
She reached behind her toolbox and retrieved a five-foot-long purple metal bar. It had a modular slot on the end to fit virtually any kind of nut, bolt, or screw in the Imperium. She had made it herself and was immensely proud of it. She was the only one who ever used it. Not only were many others afraid to interact with her, but they could barely even lift it anyways. It even felt heavy to her, and she loved it dearly.
As she wrapped her meaty hands around it, she looked at it with true affection. Love never brought her anything but trouble in the past. Love with people anyways, but the breaker only ever brought her joy. It was basically her boyfriend.
She had a joyous glint in her eye as she approached the bolt once more, "Alright you little shit, looks like we're doing this the hard way.".
She found herself holding back a smile. Despite the joy she felt wielding the breaker, she really hated that bolt.
Without any preamble she slotted in the proper head and placed it over the bolt. She had the bar angled across her chest so she could channel all her might into it. Between that and the massive mechanical advantage provided by its length, no nut or bolt had ever resisted its power. She was confident this one would be broken like all the others.
"TIME TO GET FUCKED"
Her biceps swelled as she dumped all her power into the breaker. This was the part where the bolt was supposed to turn. Where she got to win. To have at least one little thing in her life turn out her way. But it did not.
She grunted, those grunts turned into growls. Her frustration and rage crescendoed into outright yells, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!". Almost as if the universe wanted to kick her while she was down, she caught a glimpse of herself reflected on a deactivated data pad as she screamed that question.
She let go of the breaker and thew her arms into the air. She was still looking at her reflection, "What the fuck is wrong with you?".
This was supposed to be the one thing she was good at. Her current failure reminded her of her abysmal scores in that stupid English class she had to take. Not that she really gave a shit about it, but she needed to pass. After a prior incident involving a gratuitous lack of self-control and a dumbass fellow mechanic, Sergeant Revni had creatively punished Khe'siri by enrolling her in English classes on base.
Now she was stuck in that class with a bunch of hopeless cunts who think they'll be able to fuck their teacher. Not only did she not like her classmates, but that human language was stupid. It's hard to learn a language when you hate it and the class.
Then there was that teacher of theirs. He was always parading around the room acting like he was everyone's friend with his tight little pants and fat ass. Guys only ever brought her trouble. Now she had to sit there and listen to a preachy little human male teach her his primitive language.
And now this bolt.
Thinking about the mountain of failures that was her life caused her temper to flare once more. She stormed over to the data pad and threw a punch fueled by her searing anger. The screen instantly cracked into a spiderweb pattern, and the entire back side now domed outwards. Not feeling satisfied, she grabbed the tablet and launched it across the room where it exploded against the opposite wall.
"FUCK!"
She stood there panting and looking at the floor while the hurricane in her mind gradually wound down. She turned to head back to the breaker for one last final try when she noticed something.
Oh my fuck.
The entire casing for that ankle joint was bent. It would be impossible to pull the bolts now. Fixing a broken arm had just turned into brain surgery. Khe'siri gritted her teeth and sneered, "Oh just wait till I find the bitch that drives this thing..."

I'm at a breaking point not only with Reddit unfairly banning all my accounts but also with this community. I understand that the beginning of the season ranked reset is ripe with everyone sweating it out for ranked but this season is fucking terrible. I've been trying to just casually test guns to see what may fit my playstyle, and it's nothing but meta weapons everywhere. Frontline, TDM, 10v10 Shipment, Attack of the Night, Prophunt, you literally cannot escape toxic ultra meta tryhards. And honestly, on top of all the bugs, glitches, extreme desync, the horrendous predatory micro transactions, overpowered bots, and unproveable possible soft hacks being used cause kill as are literally broken, no wonder people are leaving this game.
Had a game last night on SnD ranked where I cleared a 1v4 and somehow botched difusing the bomb, tied up 3-3 my teammates just decided to with suicide or wait until everyone was dead to start playing. My mistake led to them deciding to throw the game on purpose.
What the fuck is wrong with this community?! Honestly fucking delete the game if you're gonna act like this. There's a whole ranked game mode. I'm switching back and forth between playing ranked, grinding diamond on the FFAR, and grinding levels to 300 and the only difference is bots in gamemodes. I don't understand the mentality of having to win win win every single game, like there's a punishment if you lose. It's literally pixels on a screen. Quit taking this game so seriously. It literally is driving people to cheat.

1. You're not gonna get caught using soft wallhacks. People post on here all the time about people doing shady shit like preaiming the floor through multiple walls, and this community EATS PEOPLE ALIVE!!!! This community RELENTLESSLY attacks people, even if they prove someones actually cheating, its brutal for no reason. They don't give a morsel of the benefit of a doubt that someone got mad cause they was losing and decided to use wallhacks for a round or 2 to get back up. That's all I see. Go play SnD and win 2 rounds and watch the enemy team suddenly turn the tryhards knobs to 11.
   
2. The bots are so overpowered and the tryhards want them more powerful. This community has complained for the past 2 years that every season bots are getting stronger in increments. Why should I put up bots having auto aim and always headshots. When again, the killcams are so buggy and glitchy, i can just use a bit of autoaim and not get caught, cause this community, when showed the evidence, will blame lag, desync, aim assist, the player being bad at the game, skill issue, etc, etc
   
3. Why should I care when 90% of this community thinks they're CoD Mobile Pro material, and they treat this game like its real life. I remember the Summer of 2020, going to get on and play a few games spend 15 to 30 minutes. Win or lose, have fun. The bots werent Terminator T-3000s, meta spam wasnt so extreme. Sure the NA-45 and Akimbo Fennics had been bad for a month or 2 but those got fixed quickly and there was a new meta next season Now I gotta spend 10-15 minutes warming up to go play against ultra tryhards who's moms will disown them faster than a trans kid getting disowned by their Republican parents for coming out. On a meta that's been the same for nearly 2 years, for no reason. There is absolutely no reward in this. I have 21k games, 7k podiums, 2k MVPs, 456k kills. They're numbers on a game that maybe potentially extinct in a few years. Oh my bad, you must be trying so hard for that Bronze Crate Coupon so you can get a free uncommon boat skin, or those 20 shards for a recycled skin. I'm sorry.
   
4. Why should I care about the integrity of the game anymore. With everything I just stated above. Why should I care about "skill issues" anymore. When ruining some tryhards day by forcing them to lose puts a big smile on so many people's faces. I used to think cheaters were complete scumbags. I don't. I think they're saviors. Getting tryhards to quit one by one.
   

Your days are numbered.

For context, I’ve been bodybuilding for 14 years and as a result am heavily focused toward anaerobic training, with the odd zone 2-4 run or cycle thrown in once or twice a week. (I’m aware this watch isn’t necessarily an appropriate fit for me).
I got my FR265 a week ago and love every aspect of it, aside from that it doesn’t seem to register any training effect after training certain muscle groups (arms / back), but has no issue with others (chest / shoulders / legs).
Just finished a monster back session, and went to look at the stats and saw 0.0 anaerobic load, requiring a 0 hour recovery time, even though it estimated ~350 cals had been burned. Friday (arms) was the exact same, other than an estimate of ~550 cals.
I know the watches aren’t designed for resistance training, and anyone who is really serious about HR and performance should use a chest strap; but is this something that I’m doing wrong, or is it common place?
As someone who has never had any fitness tracking devices but have tried, and vehemently despise my girlfriend’s AW8, I think Garmin have nailed everything in terms of functionality, usability and aesthetics, but if data is inaccurate, it’s worth less than no data at all!

I have a math degree, I am enrolled in remote Masters program for computer science, work remotely as developer. I wake up at 5am everyday and run 4 miles. I only leave my house to go grocery shopping but I can order groceries if I want to. I don’t see why this is “bad”. You can be productive and stay inside 24/7 this day in age. My blood work is great. I am introverted and don’t socialize but I’m content and I get to play videogames and play music no wife and kids. I lift weights at home and work on under desk treadmill. I eat healthy… I am socially withdrawn by choice. I communicate with others online.
I’m probably more productive than most people but a person looking in will just see a very fit guy that stays home all day.
Anyways wanted to let people know it’s not necessarily bad. You can make it work with our current technology.
What’s the difference if I go into office? I will just do the same thing: sit in front of a computer

TLDR: Looking for recommendations on programs or languages to build a UI similar to fantasy sports but for the TV show Survivor as a personal project for fun. Input data is in CSVs with points each player on the show gets.
I''ve been recently developing my skills in Python and have started a personal project for fun to help develop my skills. I've coded a program to auto calculate the points players in the TV show "Survivor" get each episode for doing things similar to fantasy sports. This is all then output as CSVs.
I want to take this data and then create a UI similar to fantasy sports apps so my friends can see their players and see how their drafted players are doing compared to other friends.
I'm fine if this is viewable on the web or only on my computer. What would you all recommend for a language/program to make this in? I'm happy to learn a new one for the experience. I just really don't know what would fit my needs for this project. Thank you in advance.

I've dreamt of being part of the IT industry the entirety of my adult life. The very unfortunate circumstances of my life saw it that this dream of mine remained just that, a dream. Until two weeks ago.
To say that me getting this job was a miracle is beyond calling it an understatement, this job is quite literally a culmination of a decade worth of luck, all of my stars had to align for me to get it. If you've ever witnessed those one-of-a-lifetime opportunities that changed life's direction by 180°, this is precisely what that job did for me.
This is just your regular help-desk position. It's nothing special, most of the people here would be able to do it without much issues. Still, the conditions required for the employment made me a perfect fit for it, as it accentuated all of my strengths and covered for all my weaknesses.
I am beyond myself about it. It's by no means perfect, but it is perfect for me. I love everything about it and want to be good at it, and for the last two weeks I went above and beyond to cover for it which worked splendidly, until now.
For the past week I've been working with closed source tools created specifically for the purposes of the job. There are no outside resources nor elaborations so the only things I can rely on are admittedly very extensive inhouse explanations, the information I get from my trainer and my own brute force approach.
Thing is, today's tasks I just couldn't understand at all. I have all this information and I just can't put it together. Literally wasted half a day without progression of any kind. I didn't even know what to ask my trainer on how to proceed. Tomorrow my trainer said he'd show me things step by step from the ground up with visible disappointment, and I have to do better than that.
I want this job. More than that, I need this job. A decade worth of misery and failure is enough for one lifetime. I keep reading all these stories of people being dropped like flies for some more experienced. I can't afford to be that guy. Not when I finally have a chance to be good at something that I actually enjoy. This is both my dream come true and my golden ticket out of the misery.
I apologize for ranting. I am uncertain what exactly I want from all of you. I already know this is a wrong way of approach, but it's all I have for the moment. I suppose I just need to talk with someone with more experience with this than I. The way things are going, I won't make it far.

Oh wow where to begin. I guess a little about me. Born and raised in and around the Seattle,WA area my whole life. I love it here and it's so beautiful in Washington, but I feel a bit like I can't WAIT to get out and travel more. I have so much of the US still to see and the rest of the world. Have only been to Canada, Mexico and the UK.
Recently as of the beginning of this year I went through some rough stuff and decided that I needed change in my life. I was getting ready to move to London but things fell apart. So I packed up my stuff and moved across the state to a little town near the border of Idaho called Liberty Lake. It's sort of out in the country/mountains and is very different from Seattle...but so far I love it here. Making friends though in your 30's has proved to be a little bit challenging as I try to not hit the bars all the time anymore. I've undergone a few back surgeries and I'm really focusing on getting stronger again and being slim and fit. It's gonna be my ticket to happiness as I get older. Was finally able to get off the opioids after 7 years.
I have two black cats and am hoping to get a dog maybe later this year or next year. I love guitar and have played since I was in middle school...though I just recently started signing. One of my bucket list things is to finally get up and try open mics for the first time. Baby steps haha. I used to snowboard a lot until I get seriously injured, so I don't do that as much. But I love hiking and being outdoors. The nature here is amazing and there are mountians and lakes, trails and everything you can think of doing out here. I definitely don't miss Seattle for now.
Im starting medical school in two weeks and am going to train to be a medical assistant. I'm going to be super busy but I'm looking forward to having a new direction and goal to focus on.
I love talking and meeting new people. Especially from different parts of the world. I'm terrible at small talk and love to get right into the deep stuff. Id really love to have a penpal to chat about life with! Let's get to know each other and it'd be fun to update each other on how things are going. Just down to Earth and looking to spread good vibes.
Anyways hope you are doing well whoever and wherever you are. And you keep your chin up. Hope to hear from you. Have a great day :)

The idea es to do it in 1 year's time during May 2024. I'm looking for suggestions and tips, the trip is based on the following site: https://conalforjas.com/camino-del-norte-bicicleta/
Here's the detailed track: https://es.wikiloc.com/rutas-cicloturismo/camino-del-norte-en-bici-irun-santiago-102429314
According to the city most parts are doable by bike, it alternates between roads and trails to make sure you avoid steep gradients where you would need to walk / carry your bike.
And here's the stages:
Stage 1: Irún – Zarautz. 46km 29miles (+1.207m 3958ft) Stage 2: Zarautz – Markina. 45km 28miles (+1.083m 3552ft) Stage 3: Markina – Bilbao. 58km 36miles (+1.348m 4421ft) Stage 4: Bilbao – Laredo. 67km 42miles (+1.178m 3863ft) Stage 5: Laredo – Santander. 45km 28miles (+614m 2013ft) Stage 6: Santander – Santillana del Mar. 37km 23miles (+576m 1889ft) Stage 7: Santillana del Mar – Colombres. 47km 29miles (+1.003m 3289ft) Stage 8: Colombres – Ribadesella. 54km 33miles (+770m 2525ft) Stage 9: Ribadesella – Gijón. 70km 44miles (+1.167m 3827ft) Stage 10: Gijón – Muros de Nalón. 50km 31miles (+677m 2220ft) Stage 11: Muros de Nalón – Luarca. 59km 37miles (+1.111m 3644ft) Stage 12: Luarca – Ribadeo. 53km 33miles (+798m 2617ft) Stage 13: Ribadeo – Abadín. 54km 34miles (+1.430m 4690ft) Stage 14: Abadín – Baamonde. 39km 24miles (+541m 1774ft) Stage 15: Baamonde – Arzúa. 62km 39miles (+954m 3129ft) Stage 16: Arzúa – Santiago de Compostela. 39km 24miles (+679m 2227ft) Avg stage length: 47km 29miles Avg stage climb: 946m 310sft
Total length: 758km 474miles Total climb: 15136m 49646ft
My question is first of all, do you think it's realistic with 1 year of training. And second what kind of training would be required for someone who is early 30s and does some cycling for leisure and fitness (think 45km / 28 miles per week at a moderate pace with hybrid bikes on flat urban areas). The idea is to dedicate around 3hs during the week and 4-6hs during the weekends. Alternating walking, running, cycling and inline skating.

Hi everyone
Sorry as I’ve posted about this before but as I’m working out what I think my ionto schedule is I’m feeling like it doesn’t fit to the norm (I.E maintenance schedule of once or twice a week once full dryness reached)
I feel like I have reached a stage of full dryness after doing 3/4 sessions in a week after previously getting back to normal sweat levels and assuming I’d need to pick everything back up from scratch.
Does anyone else have this kind of maintenance schedule - start to reach sweaty levels again, and then a few sessions in the week before a few more weeks of dryness and then pick up again?
I wish there was a one size fits all for working this machine out, thankful to have dry hands when I can get them but my goodness it can be confusing 😁

Date: April 6, 2408 POV: Representative Suler of the Fal'rith Conglomerate Location: Aboard TIES-Endurance, Andromeda Galaxy
This, "Lieutenant", closed an opening on the trapezoid object. He waited a few moments for some reason. He suddenly groaned and kicked the trapezoid, the blue light on it turning to green.
In a bright green flash, the aliens vanished one by one. Wilhelm was the last to go, once he was gone, Khodrin blinked out of existance followed by Lilia and Nihje, then the others, then me.
I felt myself slam hard on a cold metal floor. When I rised to look, I saw the other ambassadors groaning and getting up from the floor. Wilhelm and his ontourage seemed unfazed by it and I saw that we were in some room aboard a ship.
I recieved a notification from my translating implant about how it can now translate "English" to Graddath Standard.
Wilhelm then took of his helmet revealing an elderly mammalian with 2 green eyes, a nose, white and grey hair, ears and a mouth. He then spoke with some heavy accent.
"Man, it is hot. Your worlds' climate is on the edge of what we humans can handle, made all the more worse by my power pack having cooling issues."
"I think I'm right to assume that we are on the Endurance yes?" I said, ignoring his comment about our worlds. Some of us were shivering because of the cold climate control of the vessel.
"Yes, you are correct." He replied "Follow me, we are going to the bridge of the Endurance."
"What for?" Ra asked, rubbing his temple.
"A formal meeting in an ideal environment."
He started walking after he said that. Some of us tripped over themselves in a rush to follow Wilhelm and his escorts.
Humans, they call themselves. I thought to myself, And I'm guessing this 'Terra' and the symbol on their chests is their homeworld.
We followed him through high ceiling halls with many doorways leading to all kinds of different rooms. We sometimes encounter crew who look at us mesmerized by our appearances and the sights of aliens who don't attack them in cold blood. We pass by a great hall with many vehicles parked close to each other. Some of these were "tracked vehicles" that were heavily armored and heavily armed. Their cannons looking like a downsized variant of what we saw from the windows of the station.
We then arrive to the bridge where we saw many humans doing their tasks like what a normal council ship would have. All of them wore suits of different colors and there was only one armored human on the doorway. We then approach to what seems to be the captain of this vessel.
"Rear-Admiral Johnathan Beckett, they have arrived."
He turned to look at us and I got a good look at him. He had hazel eyes, no armor except for a grey coat with blue acents and seemingly young. His brass well polished and glowing, he had what appears to be a sidearm at his waist and his boots shone brighter than his brass.
"Welcome aboard xenos." Beckett said, with a hint of nervousness in his voice "I see that this is all of you plus one, right Wilhelm?"
"Yes Rear-Admiral," Wilhelm replied "one of them have no limbs because they seem to be descendants of mollusks so a Rakatoth has to carry her."
"Interesting." Beckett then turned to look out of the window that faces the station.
"I'm sure none of you got hurt during teleportation, yes?"
"Well," Halushe of the Verunian Imperium said, "all but me got hurt, I gracefully floated downwards when all of them slammed on the metal floor." [Description of the Verun: Basically a Terran jellyfish except it floats in the air, 2.10 ft average, 5~ kg average, 4 tentacles, opaque with colors that reflect on personality and emotion, no visible sensory organs, telepathic race]
Beckett turned to look at us once more, "Lieutenant David Montgomery, you bastard." he muttered to himself.
"Apologies for what many of you had to go through," he said with concern in his voice, "hopefully no serious injuries yes?"
"We're fine Rear-Admiral," Nihje said from behind me, catching me by surprise "just a few bruises, that's all."
He sighed, "Good, just making sure." He resumed taking in the sight beyond.
The scenery outside was beautiful, a distant colony world of all the races was outside. The planet named 'Zareth Prime' was home to 1 trillion. Its deep cities serving as more space for its inhabitants. 2 moons orbit the planet making the oceans shine under theire light. The sation we used to be on was something to be desired. Its exterior a far cry to Zareth, its interior was of top quality though, with decorations from all of the council species.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Halushe said, slowly floating towards the window.
"Reminds us vividly of our homeworld." Macaraig said seemingly sucked in with the view.
"Earth, we once called it." Beckett said without taking his eyes off Zareth Prime "Terra is what we refer to it now."
"My translator picked it up as 'Dirt'." Ra said with a light chuckle.
"Exactly the reason why we made the change." Beckett said looking back to us now.
"Right, I carry orders from Terra itself. We are to return to Ra-998b and dock in Sol's Might for negotiations and arrangements for a cultural exchange program." He said with both his hazel eyes unblinking. "Questions?"
"Are we going to be instantly moved again?" Kohdrin said with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"Sol's Might is way out of the range of any of our teleporters," he spoke quickly "we are doing an FTL jump to Ra-998b. Will take a few hours and a good 10 minutes to charge up the engines, so send out orders now to your people as to not incite panic at out sudden appearance."
Some of us had already done that as we walked pass the Kolshif guards to the weird object, me included. Ra frantically pulled out his pad and sent orders, seemingly forgetting his position, Nihje seemingly taking a peak as to what he was writing. Lilia had the Rakatoth write it out for her due to her race's unfortunate circumstances.
"Admiral, the engines are ready!" a wet human said to Beckett, wiping what seems to be water off his skin, all the while doing a short salute.
"You didn't have to run the whole distance like that," The Rear-Admiral replied in a hushed tone "Right are you all ready?"
The busy ones quickly put down their pads, done with what they are doing.
"Alright, Navigator Tai-Che kick it!"
The Navigator nodded and pulled a lever. I saw the stars bend around us and I felt myself lurch for
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While Sunil has been an awesomely performing forward of our men's team, our gameplay has been overly reliant on this man's ability to score. So, without him, goal-hitting engine and game control will be democratized across equally influential forward, wingers, and midfielders; also, at the same time, his ability to persistently keep the opposition keeper working will be hard to replace.
India has inherited him from the pre-I-League, pre-ISL stages where Indian players seriously lacked exposure and confidence to drive a team-effort football. While our financially struggling I-league clubs got foreign players, we were still way underexposed to international quality of training, tactics, and physical preparation. Sunil has since been the central pillar of India's game and, fortunately, has had a long career at the national team level. Looking at Stimac's tactics and of coaches before him, I think our game has been around this man's capability to pierce the opposition's defense and hit the target. No other player can do this any better, even to date.
However, since the inception of ISL, the AIFF renewed its focus on Indian football, with the partners ingesting more money into the overall football development and promotional activities. This has opened avenues for more players to bring themselves to competitive standards alongside the abundantly available international coaches and peers to learn from. Today, we have a good youth cohort to choose from, and newer players are showing improved physical as well as tactical abilities. Remember, the individual confidence level has been considerably high, and we see more attempts at goals from players in various positions.
Sunil's retirement is inevitable; he is 38 now.
Sunil cannot be replaced, but India must rediscover itself beyond him. India's tactics will require to evolve its scoring mechanism in our international matches and find other ways to reach opponent goals. This will create a window of opportunity for other players to step in. and also to groom younger players with longer-term vision in mind.
In my view, the newer players will contribute from all their positions to stake a claim at shaping the game, and it will be a more distributed game for Team India.

Been dealing with something me and my parents for a while now, Basically we had a relative of ours who had helped us out on getting a drawing tablet, Because for some reason my parents refuse to buy anything physical online, Anyways, It reached my country and everything it was on my relative's house, Good news, And everything, I was supposed to get it the day after it got shipped to my country, But my mom was busy, So I had to wait like 4 days, Alright, Mom finally's done, And I was told the thing would come today, Asked mom again, And its tomorrow, And I feel like this is going to be scattered in endless delays, So I may as well forget about the drawing tablet in general, It got here and everything, But whats the point.
This is a plea for help, As I'm starting to hate, Drawing on paper, I'm starting to despise it, I just feel its inferior in every way possible, I just can't bare to touch pencil, And I don't want that to happen, I didn't begin hate drawing, I just began to hate drawing on paper, Oh I wanna share it to anyone? my picture quality looks freaking horrible, I planned to train myself on my drawing tablet, And start doing decent enough art to do commissions and design stuff, Not for an actual job, But more like a side gig, A summer job at best.
Yes, Everything seems genuine, It got there, And what not, But these delays are making me lose it, I'm beginning to give up on this, And just continue on drawing on paper, Do people commision other people who draw on paper? Why would I show my desktop, It looks ugly, I'm not showing anything that isn't my paper, I care about my privacy in real life.
I'll be damned, If I have actually seen someone who actually got commissioned who draws on pencil and paper, With semi bad camera quality, And black and white, I'd literally like to meet them and tell them that they are my hero.
Not to mention how I feel so restricted on drawing on paper, I have so much big ideas to draw on my head, Yet I refuse too because I can't fit them on paper, And they are going to look freaking terrible if anything on paper unlike digital, Most people prefer things digitally, Its like sprinkles, And other stuff that appeals to anyone, Its like make up to your drawings.
I'm sorry but its been stressing me for a while, And I just need help figuring out how to make things way better with drawing on paper, I have been doing nothing but drawing animals on paper, And thats it, Just animals, Ferrets, Whatever on paper, Do they look good? Yes, But if I took a picture of it, The quality would look horrible, Those are only meant for my drawing training, Do I enjoy drawing animals on paper? Yes, But I'm getting tired, I wanna draw things that I want, Not animals.
I'm so sorry for all of this but like, I'm just done with this, And I think its about time I deal with me and paper. And try to turn things into the better instead. Since this is going nowhere anyways. So help a pal out.

Good morning,
I posted a few days ago asking about a comparison between Sony and Dayton B652's. I find the B652 too harsh in the treble.
Some kind folks pointed me to Mission's LX series, and they are on a fantastic sale right now. I did heavily think about them all weekend, but decided against as I don't have a space wherein I'm able to pull rear ported speakers of that size away from the walls enough, and I don't want rear ports hitting the walls and bothering neighbors upstairs. No other shared walls and nobody under me.
As such, I am pondering front ported speakers for the ease of placement and hopefully front ports will assist in pointing pressure to the listening area. I realize low budget may not achieve exactly what I want, but I'm hoping to get close.
I am upgrading a 5.1 system, and adding wall mounted atmos modules. I will keep my Dayton 12" sub for now, which crosses at 60-70hz for apartment friendliness.
My options are:
Elac Debut - I can afford the center 5.2 and atmos modules now. I will have to wait for the 6.2 bookshelves to go on sale. Pro being matching atmos modules. I'd really prefer 6.5" drivers for the SPL during action sequences.
Polk T15 - I may be able to afford the entire 5.0.2 setup now. Pro being, I think, matching atmos modules.
Fluance HiFi 2 - I may be able to upgrade the 5 channels. No matching atmos module. I may have to add budget Sony atmos module to fit into the setup.
The use is 70% movies and tv, 30% gaming on current gen. I don't care much for too bright of a speaker, nor do I care for a super boomy or muddy speaker.
I'd prefer a nice balance of warmth and vocal clarity, while creating a "bubble of sound" for the listening area of, guessing roughly 12'x11'. I listen at low-mid to mid-highish volume.
Any ideas between these, or others in this category appreciated. Thank you.

Hi all! I got engaged a couple of weeks ago and I am obsessed with my ring! Background - my fingers change size a LOT from heat/salt/activity/etc. and I am also trying to lose some weight.
In hot weather, it fits really well, but inside in air conditioning/not moving around a lot, it spins. I have to readjust it whenever I’m doing something because it will twist to the side. It also feels a tiny bit loose sometimes, but it doesn’t just come off shaking my hand or anything. However, I can take it off very easily and it doesn’t “stick” at all over my knuckle.
It’s a 1.2 solitaire on a thin band, so I know it’s top heavy and some degree of movement is probably normal. I also really hate a tight fitting ring and the “muffin top” look that creates lol and I know that the wedding band will probably help it stay put, but my dilemma is whether it’s worth sizing down a TINY bit or if it’s okay as is?
I don’t want to get it too small and regret it, especially in the heat, but I also don’t want it to be excessively loose. Is this something to just get used to/give some time before making any adjustments?
I know temporary sizers are a thing, but I reallyyy hate having an extra piece of cheap plastic on my beautiful ring haha.