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Hi everyone! I did read the rules to this page so I’m doing my absolute best to follow them.
I was wondering if anyone here could give me any sort of ideas of fun activities to do in or near the Glendive, Montana area? My grandma asked me unexpectedly to be her travel companion so I’m traveling there next week from Iowa with my grandma and my 10 year old son, but I’m leaving her with family while my son and I have 3 days to do whatever we please.
And yes I did consult Google and we saw a museum to go too and of course places to eat and things like that, but I just didn’t know if anyone could offer suggestions within a couple hours of that?
I’ll be honest and say I’ve never traveled alone as an adult or with just my son with me, so while we are completely open to hiking or going to a river etc I’d prefer to have the ability to stay in a hotel at night rather than alone camping we’d like to be able to go back to Glendive at night or be in a big enough area to have lodging options!
Thanks so much for any help given!

So you want to get beyond PLG and word of mouth and have a sustainable organic growth channel you can scale with.
But what channel do you choose? How long should you test before seeing impact? What KPIs do you choose? What contingencies do you consider?
I break down high-potential organic demand channels in 2023 and how I would approach them. Channel: Community Growth Play
Angle: Communities are a great long-tail play, and essentially there are two types, user communities, and topical communities. For demand gen, I think the play is topical communities, focusing on early experience and relationships. Note that affinity really matters for topical communities, so a group to help eCommerce brands with organizational hurdles going from 1-10m in revenue will outperform a more generic group.
Insights: The optimal price point based on Baremetrics is around $25-50/m for most horizontal communities (below $10/m tends to have very low CLTV). If you run an application-only, more exclusive mastermind-style group, obviously the price can be much higher. The idea would be to build thought leadership around a community directly tied to your Keystones. Running an alpha group with 10-50 members at a discount often works well. Use clear sub-channels (i.e. Growth (for Twitter users with 0-1k followers) or Sponsorships (for Twitter users with 50k+ followers) vs. sub-channels like “The Den” or “General Chat”). Dynamic events are key for engagement and retention (think workshops, member-only webinars, community pods, mentorship programs, hot-seat sessions etc) KPIs: Months 0-3, total user signups, community DAU/MAU, then Months 3+ community conversion to pipeline (leads, trials, paid)
Impact Timeline: Medium - Long
Contingencies: Need software (Mighty Networks and Circle most common) and team collaboration to promote community. Videographer or graphic designer is likely when building community assets, LPs etc.
________________________________________________________________ Channel: Podcast Guesting
Angle: Guesting on podcasts provides amplification around keystone beliefs and creates a long-tail growth channel. The key with podcast guesting is as a TOFU awareness play, saturation in a niche matters a lot. Aim for 20+ MINIMUM podcasts in your industry or core topical area (customer success, eCommerce growth, SaaS retention etc.)
Insights: First, use a platform that allows you to easily filter the relevant shows and gives you contact information. Pitch via email, not Linkedin. For each pitch break it down into a Hook, Body and Conclusion. In the hook focus on addressing an issue from at least one episode and provide a meaningful comment around it (DONT just say “I loved episode 6 you did with Guy Kawasaki”). The point of the hook is to show you actually watch the show and you did your homework before reaching out. Then in the body paragraph build authority and the “why you”. Focus here on the host's audience and what is valuable to them, don’t use the body to just copy and paste a promo for the person. In the conclusion offer up 2-3 specific topics, and why you have a unique perspective on them, to the host.
KPIs: Months 0-3, look at leading indicators (total recorded), Months 3+ (trials, paid, Lead Velocity Rate). Need direct attribution
Impact Timeline: Medium
Contingencies: Use a paid platform like ListenNotes or Sparktoro to get the host's contact information. Helps to have a tracking platform like Notion to monitor pitches. ________________________________________________________________
Channel: Micro-Product Lead Magnets
Angle: This year we launched a GIF signature creator at Bonjoro , which allowed users to create a GIF email signature. It took our team about a quarter to build the micro-product but we have gotten thousands of downloads and a great top-of-funnel with this. The idea was to replicate the Hubspot Website Grader angle and build something genuinely valuable for the market, that tangentially ties back to the product.
Insights: When launching a micro-product like this, immediately make sure you have a solid sense of the usecases. For example, telling users they can include a video GIF in their signature likely elicits a lot of “Okay…. So what? Why do I care?”. Instead, if you mention, “While prospecting, emails that have a video signature have a 28% higher reply rate. Send emails with the new signature for a day (takes 2 min to set up) and compare the results for yourself”, that has a lot more relevance. Distribution with something like this is key. What communities would share around this product? What niches is it most valuable to?
KPIs: Look at leads, opt-ins, LVR
Impact Timeline: Short* (Once launched you will quickly be able to see impact, but time to build micro-product is a notable consideration)
Contingencies: Product to build a genuinely useful widget, market coordinates on landing pages and promotional assets, marketing helps with distribution to user base. ________________________________________________________________
Channel: Starting a Podcast
Angle: Podcasts are flooded, but I still think there would be great reception for a novel idea/format, like a debate show or expert panel style with several guests with different opinions on an issue. I could imagine a lot of traction if you took a widely interesting top-of-funnel idea (that dovetails back to the product/keystones) and brought on say top industry experts with different opinions to respectfully flush out different approaches to topics.
Insights: Some software I recommend: Riverside for recording, Resonate for episode editing, Canva for the design of episode images or promo materials, and Buzzsprout for easy sharing of episodes to all the podcast channels. I think the big thing with starting a podcast is to think of it like a network building or even ABM play. Don’t look at starting a podcast as a short-term demand-gen lead generator. It might become that after it builds up for a year, but in the short term, it can help open partnerships and create valuable industry relationships. The other thing is, don’t do a generic 30-60 min episode where you and the host just nod along, agree about everything, and provide general inputs that people have heard a dozen times. The podcasts winning today provide unique perspectives and have unique formats.
KPIs: Months 0-6, look at leading indicators (downloads) and key relationships built (starting a podcast is a network play), Months 6+ look at leads/paid
Impact Timeline: Long
Contingencies: Video editor, graphic designer ________________________________________________________________
Channel: Ambassadors/Advisors
Angle: I think that influencers carry a lot of impact on buying decisions in the market today. At Bonjoro, at the start of 2023, we experimented with giving out 100 accounts to key influencers (we have only succeeded in giving out about 40) with no strings attached, just as a PLG/advocacy angle. So far it has driven us a few dozen accounts and seems promising. A partner manager told me that one of his clients has tried an advisor program where small amounts of stock are given to key influencers who then have skin in the game to co-promote and advocate for their software. There are a lot of ways this could look, but I think giving thought to how we can get more organic advocacy from players with trust within the market is a smart one.
Insight: Good partner motions are all about finding the right partners. It isn’t just who has a community of the right fit folks. It’s about who genuinely understands and loves your product. Who can talk about it organically in a way that feels less like a plug and instead reflects real excitement? Also, partners that have a steady inbound flow and can position your product as part of a package (think business incubators, membership communities etc.) work great as they have a continual inbound flow of new opps. Finally, successful partnership motions, from my experience, almost always start with giving, and then the reciprocity principle kicks in and from there you can create real momentum. So think about how you can give a thoughtful, personalized gift or do something meaningful for the partner as your outreach (driving someone's business is ALWAYS appreciated).
KPIs: Months 0-3 Partners secured for ambassadoadvisor role, Months 3+ leads/paid from influencers. Direct attribution is required.
Impact Timeline: Medium
Contingencies: Resources to allocate to support the program (financial, co-promotion, etc.) ________________________________________________________________
The above is just a short sampling of a few common channels you can test. The key with organic demand gen is finding the right leading indicators that give you a sense of whether continuing on is worthwhile.
Unlike conventional or old-school demand gen (think Facebook and Google Ads), where the results are apparent nearly immediately, investing in building an organic engine takes time. If you quit every channel if you don't see deal flow after a month, you likely should stick to PPC demand gen.

Had a very rough night and got nearly no sleep, just arrived at work so damn tired.
I’m open to chatting with any age or gender. Still kind of new to this whole reddit chatting/making friends thing but would love to meet some new people! I’m pretty open minded and have alot of interests, so feel free to drop me a message and help me get through the workday :)

Had a very rough night and got nearly no sleep, just arrived at work so damn tired.
I’m open to chatting with any age or gender. Still kind of new to this whole reddit chatting/making friends thing but would love to meet some new people! I’m pretty open minded and have alot of interests, so feel free to drop me a message and help me get through the workday :)

So me (24) n my partner have been trying for a baby for nearly a year and it’s getting frustrating.
This month I’ve got thicker discharge and tender breasts which I don’t usually get however when I’m about to start my period I get acne and itchiness on my chest above my left boob.
Could I still be pregnant despite getting those symptoms?
Too early for a test

When I was very young, I was riding my bike up and down my driveway when I tipped over and fell onto the road. A car was driving past and as I made contact with the ground, I could hear how close I was to having my head run over. And since that day, I refused to ride by bike, let alone get on anything with wheels unless it was a car. As I grew up, I've always been made fun of for not learning to ride a bike by my sisters but as of two years ago, I finally learned to ride a scooter.
Today, my dad wanted to take me to the nearby elementary school to teach me how to ride a bike. Since summer started, my dad, stepmom, and my younger sister have gone biking nearly everyday and my dad wanted me to join them. At first, I was a bit apprehensive to learn, but I eventually gave in. My fear of bicycles never came from seeing them, but rather sitting and riding on one. As I tried to coast and maintain balance on the bike, I began to feel anxious and it was hard for me to coast in a straight line. I tried to keep my composure and when I handed the bicycle off to my dad, I began to cry. He noticed and tried to reassured me that riding a bike wasn't difficult, and he offered the bike back to me. But I just couldn't touch the handlebars.
When I gathered myself, I told my dad in weak gasps what happened to me when I was younger. He didn't know about this, since my mom was with me and during that time, it was before my parents divorced. He told me that he was sorry for pressuring me and not to hate on him for wanting to teach me.
We went back home and I went straight to my room. Dad tried to talk to me but I wanted to be alone. It took me a bit to calm down and I'm doing okay now. I'm not mad at my dad at all for wanting to teach me, I'm more ashamed of my fear since I'm 19 and I can't enjoy the outdoors the same way my family does. I'm not sure how the rest of my family would take this- they've always been unforgiving with their nicknames and jokes about my inability and I'm unsure what to do.
Any advice would be helpful and thank you for your time.

Looking for anyone willing to suck on my 5 inch dick, prefer female, but they are rare in Reddit. Mostly near at UTA, I’m free from 12pm to 7pm. I’m 5’8”, 200 lbs, a little chubby but not big, been working out and trying to tone my body down. Can send body pic if needed. I am clean and std free, looking for the same from y’all. Dm me for more details.

I travel down to Fremont for work about once every month or so and am hoping to find a friend who wants to slut out with me while I'm in town. I'm a pretty good wingman, maybe we head out to a local bar and find some people to flirt with, maybe hook up with, and share the stories the day after. Even better, maybe we all go back and hook up together. Worst case scenario we get together ourselves and edge and orgasm the night away.
About me, 36, Indian, partnered (ENM), been told I'm pretty good looking, about 170lb, 5'7", 7" thick and uncut. I love conversations and just chatting about nearly anything. I love hearing about other people's passions and learning new things from them. I myself do a bit of woodworking, love rum, do software as most brown people, snowboarding, weights and a whole lot more. When it comes to sex, I'm more dom and you can see some ideas I had in this post.
You, just be a normal person wanting a fun, flirty conversation who generally can respond with more than a few words and is passionate about something. Physically I'm pretty flexible, it's more a mindset/openness thing that will get me going, less body shape itself.
If you're even remotely intrigued shoot me a chat and we can at least make a new friend!

It’s my day off and I’m just heading to a quiet bar to hang out. I’m looking for someone to chat with and get to know. I’d like someone to talk to on a regular basis but I don’t mind if it’s just a short term conversation either. I’m pretty open to anything.
My hobbies are that I enjoy riding my bike on my days off, binge watching good shows (let me know if you have recommendations), road trips, anything near the water, and playing some video games from time to time.
I’m single and have been for a while. No kids and never married. I don’t really carry drama around with me. I’m not a picky person or looking for anything in particular. Feel free to message me if you want to chat.

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

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

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

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

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

Just wanted to start this off with a hello, since this is my first time ever doing this, i just need some answers. There's this girl i like and she is the best thing to ever happen to me, my body melts every time our eyes lock. my stomach get butterflies when she says she loves me, it's an amazing experience. The problem is, she's not my girlfriend. It's pretty much a "friends with benefits", but just a bit more than that since obviously, we say we love each other. We started off as friends at our work place, and then we dated for about a week.. that didn't work out too well clearly. After months of me being the guy bestfriend, i wanted more. I told her that i had liked her for a very long time, and it's not out of the question to say i've loved her since the day my eyes laid upon her being. she agreed that we could start something but she didn't want to get too serious. we both ended up getting attached, me especially so, but there was one thing that has always bothered me and is definitely bothering me now. she doesn't get anywhere near the level of serious with guys as she is with me, but there have been guys that are something to look out for. one guy had her attention then blocked her, and then we're in the present. this guy took her out on a date, and not only that but she lied to me about it, saying it was her friend, and then i suppose guilt overcame her because she told me the following day. i was and still am heartbroken, but i forgave her as she claims all they did was get sushi and watch a new horror movie that just came out, Evil Dead Rise i'm pretty sure it's called. i believe her since we have each others location, and she was where she said she was.. but what broke me was the fact she lied to me about it. he also asked her on a second date and she didn't say no, and that hurt too but am i in the wrong for being hurt? for not wanting her to go on that second date? am i being played? what do i do? i feel like she's the one, but i honestly don't know what to do since i technically have nothing on her, meaning i can't say anything like she's cheating because we technically aren't together. it pains me a lot, and i honestly have no clue on what to do.

I travel down to Fremont for work about once every month or so and am hoping to find a friend who wants to slut out with me while I'm in town. I'm a pretty good wingman, maybe we head out to a local bar and find some people to flirt with, maybe hook up with, and share the stories the day after. Even better, maybe we all go back and hook up together. Worst case scenario we get together ourselves and edge and orgasm the night away.
About me, 36, Indian, partnered (ENM), been told I'm pretty good looking, about 170lb, 5'7", 7" thick and uncut. I love conversations and just chatting about nearly anything. I love hearing about other people's passions and learning new things from them. I myself do a bit of woodworking, love rum, do software as most brown people, snowboarding, weights and a whole lot more. When it comes to sex, I'm more dom and you can see some ideas I had in this post.
You, just be a normal person wanting a fun, flirty conversation who generally can respond with more than a few words and is passionate about something. Physically I'm pretty flexible, it's more a mindset/openness thing that will get me going, less body shape itself.
If you're even remotely intrigued shoot me a chat and we can at least make a new friend!

For some background, I started on Movisse (minipill) 2 years ago and it was great, only bled a little when I took a pill 30+ min late. Then, it got placed on backorder a year later and I switched to Alesse (and took this continuously) for ~7 months. I bled every month for 2-3 weeks, mainly brown blood but sometimes it was enough to use a tampon. I tried taking the placebos to end the incessant spotting but the next month I bled just 2 weeks later. I had enough and switched brands again, and was recommended Marvelon. 2 weeks into this, I get horrible cramps, heavy bleeding, and nonstop spotting!
Something I noticed was that after the first 2 weeks (which were painful and higher in volume), most of my spotting would go away, then all of a sudden during sex it's like a waterfall down there, only the waterfall is RED (like gushing). Now it would make sense that blood flows more when lubricated, but I feel like it shouldn't be that much blood simply because I'm wet? I still spot on other days, just not nearly as much. I'm so confused and I don't know when this will end, because pouring blood unexpectedly every time during sex is not fun and it's extremely messy! It's been about 3 weeks of this spotting so far.
I know that bleeding is common when switching pill brands, but it's never been this bad for me. I wanted to know if anyone else has experienced this or if anyone could offer some insights. Should I keep taking this pill or is there something more concerning going on? Will the bleeding ever end?... Thank you in advance!!

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

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

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

Before my eyes there was this aged agglomerated stone.
It reminded me of caliche, but this peculiar stone matrix had constituents that resembled the long hollow cylindrical tool one would use to sooth a parched palate with a glass of water, and was further complemented by a fine-grained, well adhered pasty stone, akin to what one would expect at the bottom of a creek or marsh.
The shape was uncanny, it’s outer edges had a near perfect geometric shape, much like the hexagonal basaltic columns of the Giant’s Causeway of lore… but these stones were comprised of mere simple rectangles.
Oh and the color! The stone’s hues would exclaim a deep rouge in one glance, then tantalize the eyes with a tangerine flash.
I collected samples; I was taken by surprise, the radiocarbon dating put the specimen well within the Georgian era.
Further chromatographic research determined that the mineral composition was comprised of: Basaltic Rhyolite within an Igneous Cratonic Kimberlite.

Before I go and order some OEMs, what’s y’all preference on brake pads and rotors?
Since acquiring my A6, it’s had everything done in dealer (this is my first “new-ish” car so I’m being very cautious with it unlike my BMW E46 or Mini R56 lol). I recently got my brakes done by a friend who has a shop near my job, thought it was ”convenient.” However, doesn’t mention that he slapped Akenono pads on the car. I honestly thought he’d ordered a set from Audi to have them delivered to his shop. These Akebono pads are spanking new and they’re sooooooooooooo loud. I drove it around for a week or so, sound is still there. Took it back to him, he “sanded” something and I’m like “bitch give me my damn keys back lol” (we joke a lot lol) now the car makes a god awful squeak/groan when lightly applying the brakes lmao.
What’s crazy is that I’ve used Akebono (Ake pads+Zimmerman Rotors) in my E46 and my Mini and never had this problem. Anywho, the car stops perfectly, just fucking loudly lol (it’s embarrassing).
Before deciding on hauling it to the dealer, I’d like to know your input on preferences on aftermarket brands (and maybe an idea as to why the heck it’s making all these god awful noises lol). Thx :)

Ok so F32, 5'4 150 pounds. I have an IUD implant plus am in birth control. I got the oud a little over a year ago and birth control about a month and a half ago. What concerns me is that I had my last cycle and haven't stopped bleeding except maybe for two or three days and then I started spotting again and now I'm supposed to be coming up on my new cycle but I'm still spotting and I'm not having any normal symptoms I get when my cycle appears. my obgyn claimed this new oral birth control was supposed to nearly eliminate my bleeding but it's only gotten worse. Any possible information would be wonderful, thank you

Today I read of the guy that falsey reported sandy hook shooting never happened and how some think anyone should be able to report or say any falsehood they want. And to them I want to share my own experiences and show why we need some accountability and laws to prevent this from happening to other people. I will never be the same as I was because of someone's conspiracy theory.
In 2020 I was healthy of mind and body. I was active on Facebook, reddit, LinkedIn, and Twitter. I'm almost 50 and a mother of 7 and grandmother of 5. I've suffered from social anxiety and depression bit had that under control. I have a soft spot for helping abused children. My bank card rounded up to the nearest dollar and the change went to help prevent child abuse. I studied child development and child psychology in college. I am ex military and have some ptsd (the social anxiety and depression) but again under control. In 2020 there was false news coming on Facebook about children being abducted, abused in numerous ways and it broke my heart. I had to help. I was drawn in to a conspiracy theory due to my heart hurting for these children that were missing or abused. Around October I was told via comments to look up the fall of cabal videos on YouTube to get even more information about how children were being hurt. Like a dumbass that (even though I finished college) was still so gullible I went and watched all 10 videos. This conspiracy theory didn't just touch on children being hurt and abducted but my religious beliefs and my distrust of politicians. At video 10 I was so afraid but not the same way others were. You see the Bible says we won't know who Jesus or God is until Satan is revealed. So I saw this conspiracy theories idea of jfk Jr coming back not as Jesus or God but as Satan and Trump was him. Most people believed this and saw this as a godsend buy I saw it as the ultimate evil on earth. It frightened me so bad I had a nervous breakdown. I lived inside my own mind for over 8 months. To this day I still don't leave my home, don't know what's real or not, and have deleted nearly all but reddit of my social media. To remind what sanity I now have I can not watch the news, go to places where others might verbally attack me and my TV time insist of dvds I have that I know by heart. In my head still we are in end times. I can't undo that thinking. I'm trying to see a professional through the va but they are booked till October.
Last July I tried to go to a family reunion in another state. I went into psychosis because of the videos and thought the worst things about my own family. I saw my family of Trump supporters as racist and the entire reunion as a kkk hoedown. While my ex pastor uncle danced and sung while playing horseshoes I saw my uncle dancing around a fire chanting hate. While my aunts sat by the river watching their pups swim I saw them planning that nights witch orgy. While my brother bar b qued beef and chicken I saw a child's ribs and meat being cooked. I was in total psychotic break and it wasn't even a day since I was there. I was rushed home and tended to for the next two weeks while my spouse and children tried to bring my mind back to our home.
This is why we need only facts to be reported on news and if it's a fictional story then it needs disclaimers and it needs guidelines. If the word news is in the name it needs to be factual and unbiased even if it's news and entertainment. News needs to be factual and unbiased. There's no entertainment in news. It's suppose to bore the kids like it did me as a child.
Some of you will disagree and say I should know how to tell what's real and not but you might be forgetting that I am not you. No one is you. Some people are gullible and they need to be protected. The ones that normally tell me it's my fault are normally the ones saying we need to protect everything. We'll my mind should have been protected. There should have been disclaimers. There should have been rules so others like me didn't get drawn in and start believing these horror stories. I can no longer go to the park with my grandchildren out of fear. I'm too afraid to leave my home because of this conspiracy theory that took my faith, my love for children and corrupted them. I question the Bible and still feel the fear of end times all the time. I can't support anything that tries to help children afraid I'm supporting another conspiracy theorist. My entire life has been turned upside down because someone or a group decided to play with my gullibility.
I'm glad that family won their lawsuit. I hope laws begin to take place to protect families like mine ND theirs. And to those spreading the lies I hope this finds you so you can see just how much those lies have hurt this family. I hope you rot in hell and Satan has his way with you. I hope God does not forgive you for leading some of his children astray and for hurting those you have hurt. I hope his vengeance is as horrible for you as you have made my life. And normally I never wish harm on anyone because it's not very Christian.