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2023.03.30 20:36 katelovesmeiu A Professional Challenger Coach Verified Metafy Partner Seven Years of Proven Coaching Expertise Over 6.500 Sessions Held Over 3.000 Individual Clients US Collegiate Coach Guaranteed Improvement Personalised Coaching Plans Shelbion#8832

About Me
Hey there, my name is Shelbion and I've been an avid League of Legends player for over a decade. In Season 4, I reached Challenger for the first time and even considered pursuing a professional career. However, after much reflection, I decided to pursue other challenges within the game itself.
Some of my notable achievements as a player include:
In addition to my experience as a Player, I am also the Founder of Noxus Coaching - a rapidly growing, educational community on Discord. Our community is a great place to find new friends to play with, have a good time, and most importantly, improve your skills.
We hold various events on a weekly basis, including 1v1 & 5v5 tournaments, meme contests, and more. There are plenty of rewards to be won, including free coaching sessions with me. To join our community, visit https://discord.gg/TuTZAeRbx5 and message me upon joining to receive your role.
As a coach with over 6.500 hours of experience, I have a passion for helping others improve and reach their goals. By studying the techniques of renowned coaches such as LS and MagiFelix, I have developed my own unique coaching approach that has helped countless individuals and over 20 teams advance their competitive play across 5 different continents, including members of various College and University E-Sports Teams.
Some of my notable achievements include:
I am dedicated to continuously honing my skills and providing the best coaching experience possible to all of my clients, regardless of their rank or location.
How Does it Work?
We will schedule an initial Interview during which we can discuss your goals and I can provide a more detailed explanation of my coaching services. This interview will typically last for 3-5 minutes.
The First Session is designed to assess your current level of gameplay and identify areas for improvement. After conducting an analysis, I will create a Personalized Coaching Plan tailored to your specific needs. This plan will outline a series of sessions designed to maximize your improvement.
The Coaching Plan may include various session types, such as:
All sessions will be personalized and created specifically for each student's needs. By following this plan, you can feel confident that you are taking the most effective steps to achieve your goals.
Personalized Support (Available 24/7)
In addition to the structured coaching sessions, I offer personalized support to my clients on a 24/7 basis. Whether you have a specific question or just want to debrief after a tough game, I am always available to help. Simply message me and I will respond as quickly as possible.
I am able to cover any server and any timezone! Rates for both Private and Team coaching are negotiable. We will easily get the sessions to fit your budget and your needs. Payments are usually done through PayPal, however other forms of Payment such as Direct Transfer can be discussed.
Main form of contact is Discord on which you can find me at Shelbion#8832
Feel free to message me either on Discord or through a Direct Message on Reddit and I will come back to you as quickly as possible.
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2023.03.30 20:36 Mc_flurry_m00 Some advice

Hi everyone,
So I’ve seen others struggle with getting a diagnosis for PMD. Just wanted to share my journey. Currently 32 NB female. It all started over 10 years ago…. I remember during high school and college, my flow was abnormally heavy. I would use night time pad for day use and would have to change every 2 hours or I would leak out. Yup I had many times I would leak out and bled through my pants. A little background info so from my mom side she has cervical cancer and someone self had uterine cancer.
So this prompt me at the age of 21 to get yearly physicals with the OBGYN. I was recommend to a really good OBGYN by one of my friends. He is a make OBGYN and took my concerns serous. So when it came to my symptoms I would keep track of them. I told the doc two weeks before my period I already feel cramps, bloating, extreme fatigue, sometimes throw up from painful cramps, migraines, pain, sadness-depression, insomnia, extreme mood swings and extreme irritability. This prompt blood work. By the second visit that’s why I got my diagnosis after the results of the blood work because all my results were good. I ended up being on a low dosage of the pill which to this day i still take. It really help with my flow and some pain.
Since I had a change in insurance I couldn’t see this doc and saw a different OBGYN Reported the same symptoms to have charted down and in my files.
As a reminder PMDD is protected by ADA So recently like a few weeks ago I filled out documents to get reasonable accommodations for my job specifically I work in an office setting and let the doc know the bright ass lights trigger migraines and I get annoying so bad when people make noise Doc signed off and as an alternative to work at home for 5 days straight So that’s how I got my reasonable accommodations approved.
Hope this will help
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2023.03.30 20:35 elhelh i had an abortion and i barely think about it.

tl;dr at the beginning, or even just the title. while i'm sure that this could also go to the "off my chest" communities i refuse to risk any bingo-ing that may incur let alone any PL people because i will lose my fucking mind. however, i would like to get this off my chest to people who will at least understand because i am not exactly surrounded by people supportive of freedom of choice. that's neither here nor there and i would have taken this route regardless. i do apologize for any vagueness or incoherency and, who knows, maybe it'll help people who have second thoughts or just feel aversion to the abortion pill/process in general.
tl;dr i am and have always been staunchly CF till the day i leave this realm. i got pregnant through a slip-up, had an abortion via pills (chemical abortion?). i don't regret a single thing and i barely think about it in general.
***some descriptions may be a bit graphic for which i also apologize but i tried to keep it as bloodless and least gross as possible. however, it's inevitable at points!
in this climate i find myself lucky to live in a purple, but still blue-leaning, state, especially since my situation happened in the heat of A Moment. i also TMI! have a fetish for being came inside, which is difficult to reconcile, but the trepidation of motherhood is enough to put me off usually, lol. about four weeks into the budding fetushood i knew something was amiss: i couldn't stand smelling let alone eating my favorite foods anymore especially things with garlic (wtf!), i was exhausted constantly, and my face kept breaking out. i had morning sickness about five and a half weeks in. i have pathological emetophobia therefore aversion to eating anything that could make me sick, so when i was throwing up before 11am for even just one day i went and bought three pregnancy tests. all positive. it was like my worst nightmare was coming true, especially knowing that morning sickness means my body is adjusting well to the hypothetical future child. i called planned parenthood the same day all three tests showed positive. i can't even begin to describe the kindness of the gentleman on the other line. he helped me get scheduled within three weeks - THREE! - at my local PP in early dec 2022, which as we all are probably aware was during a most contention time re: roe v wade and abortion access. again, i am so thankful to live in a more blue area. it devastates me more to think that there are people in much worse situations than mine don't or may not have access to this option - that this is a world we live in hurts me more than my abortion ever did or will.
i go to my appointment. the front desk lady checks my financial status and was able to work it down to something i could pay for on the spot. she was definitely an angel in human skin. i wait for four hours. someone has doordashed wendy's and my stomach complains because i hadn't eaten breakfast just in case. my name is called, i go back for the ultrasound. at this point i am about 8 and a half weeks along, and everyone and everything is healthy. it's interesting to note the tech keep the screen turned away from me. personally i wouldn't have cared if i saw the images, i've been reading medical texts since i was a kid. i'm escorted back to the waiting room and wait for another half hour before being taken back again for the main talk. blood was checked - i'm healthy! - and questions were asked - i'm not in an abusive relationship, i'm not being coerced, i do use condoms i just got ahead of myself - by a very kind nurse who broke down the process. oral pills first, wait several hours, then do the intravaginal ones. paperwork was signed. i was escorted back out to the lobby, waited again, and then taken back for a third and final time to talk to a medical professional to finish up the final round of paperwork and talks. i confirm, consent, sign, and i'm sent out the door with condoms, instructions, and my pills. all in all it took six hours just to get examined, signed off, and then sent on my way. i got wendy's on my way home and take the oral pill.
PP does NOT fuck around with this. please support PP in any way you can, if you can.
that night i bought plenty of maxipads - no tampons, due to risk of infection - then put the pills inside me as directed, took pre-emptive OTC ibuprofen (not the ones prescribed at PP, because i'm a fool as you will see), and went to sleep, thinking that maybe i could sleep through the inevitable nausea and possible pain.
i went to bed at midnight and woke up at 5am and immediately hurled my guts out - even the morning sickness wasn't as brutal as this. it was almost constant, every fifteen minutes or so i was just hacking up every single drop of fluid that made its way into my poor stomach. the only break i got was when my uterus started to void its contents. i'm serious when i say my uterine spasms were the only break i got from the horrendous vomiting. i can handle blood and tissue expulsion but vomiting is a genuine phobia i have; i've assaulted people when i've blacked out during throat swabs, it was horrible. i'm sure i spent at least five hours on my bathroom floor gasping and sobbing and literally rolling back and forth because i knew i would be throwing up again in fifteen minutes. my only break was knowing when the cramps hit i could expell the mass within me with a severe clench of my muscles. i genuinely felt lighter every time i heard the water splash in the bowl and turn red. it was working, so i knew i would be okay in the end.
however, as mentioned above, i'm an idiot and thought that OTC ibuprofen would work to stave off cramps but between the throwing up and horrible clenching pain in my bits and my gut it didn't even touch this shit. i don't know how i managed to make it to the cvs while driving and bleeding out of myself in a steady trickle but i can only assume that poor pharmacist took one look at me, sweating and shaking and hunched over with both palms on the counter and was like "oh holy shit" and sent me on my way as fast as her poor short-staffed self could. i got stuck at the same red light three times on my way home - thank you suburban usa for your stunning lack of public transport so i'm stuck in traffic even at the most dead hour of the day! - and while i'm not one for screaming fits, i did scream by the third one. pounding my wheel and crying I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!!!!! i was just in so much pain and needing to sit on the toilet, because holding back expelling a bunch of tissue and blood is quite difficult, that all i wanted to do was GO HOME that was only three blocks away!
that all was the worst part. just those six hours. not eighteen-plus years of regret.
after i got home i powerslammed some applesauce and saltines into me, the first real food i had eaten in a while since, y'know, morning sickness and all, and slammed down that ibuprofen and anti nausea medication as well. within thirty minutes i was fine and snoozed like a baby the whole afternoon with intermittent breaks to go to the bathroom and flex and expel. kegels, my friends, are truly a game changer for this. the most crass i will get will be to say that during a particularly bad cramp, after i dry heaved for twenty minutes, i was crying and just trying to push out what i knew would be a big clot or tissue or something, then i felt a ripple of my muscles and heard the biggest splash of all. then... relief. full body relief. it felt like something had truly left me then. i remember holding onto the bathtub rim with one hand and the sink counter with the other, my legs trembling, out of breath and just muttering, "oh my god, oh my god..." and had not a single intolerable cramp after. i went back to work two days later.
so what is my reason for posting this? what is the message i want to send? nothing. absolutely fucking nothing. well, to get it off my chest with pride of course, but i had an abortion. i was attended to by some of the most caring people in the healthcare industry. it was easy, navigable, and over and done with in just a few days. (granted, i did have spotting for two months after, but this is a part of the chemical abortion process) it sucked in the interim but i knew what i was walking into. i don't think about it. i had no attachment to what essentially amounted to a bloody mess in my gut. i have no regrets and it doesn't affect me. and i would do it again if i have to. but hopefully i won't because now i am being even more careful!
abortions are healthcare.
if you read this far, thank you for your time :) i suppose in the end if any net positive comes out of this, it would be to support PP and maybe alleviate any fears for people who are on the fence about it.
i have no regrets and neither should you!
i may delete this later, i may not, but have a lovely rest of your week CF comm. i feel even lighter now. x
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2023.03.30 20:35 tunrk2017 Can’t wait to leave my manager

Can’t wait to leave my manager
My SO and I recently closed on a new house and I’m putting my two week notice tomorrow during my review session.
Since I’m leaving I tried to put together a list of things that has happened with my manager and what I won’t miss once I’m gone. Now I could probably write a whole trilogy of what she did exactly but I tried to keep my list somewhat short and I didn’t feel like scrolling through all of my messages between my coworkers to find every single incident.
Can’t wait to just peace out and never look back. She makes me hate my job and coming in to see her.
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2023.03.30 20:34 Nott_Astronaut •~🤍Aura and Mediumship Readings🤍~• spiritual, romance, career and aura illustrations~ changes in my offer

I’m Nott, your a healer and clairsentience medium. A lot of you already know me cause I’ve been on reddit for 5 years now. My mission is to help people reach higher vibrational states and thus unleash psychic skills of their own. My reading method involves connecting to your inner light and energy to get a clear vision of what’s happening in your life. I do all sorts of readings incluiding, love, personal, career and spiritual (aura) readings. As a healer, aura readings are a tool to lead you into the most abundant and expansive road possible —they’re also a good opportunity to connect to your guides if required.
Today’s offer is:
🤍 love and relationships: timeline of a connection, their feelings, platonic relationships, friendships, family
💎 career: job and career path, financial situation, successful businesses, when to start a new endeavor
🧿 spirituality: guides, advice, healing, cords
this is not a substitute for medical advice not should it be a reason to leave treatment.
~I don’t read about legal matters (that’s the only restriction)
~ Aura readings include the graphic depiction of your energy field (can be sent as a report or it can be talked about in a 30 min session)
~Payment via paypal or Ko-fi, it must be sent prior to the session no exceptions. thank you 🙏🏼
~ If I have find out you are being dishonest about sending payment and you’re saying you did but there’s no proof of it, you will be black listed and reported to the mods.
~ I reserve the right to do any refund. I will only provide you will a full or partial refund if I consider that I have not provided a service of quality. You agree to this statement by soliciting and paying for my services, thus you can’t demand for a refund, only I can offer it to you in compensation for what I feel I lacked.
These are some of my reviews https://www.reddit.com/nottastronaut/comments/ykeiiu/testimonials/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb
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2023.03.30 20:34 costyksimpatic Just got put in the friend zone

I’m working at home since 3 years ago. We were announced in middle of February that we could be laid off or having to start working on other projects at work. So I started talking with a work colleague and asked her out. She mentioned that she recently broke up with her bf of 5 years.We kept in touch for about 2 weeks before finally seeing each other. I didn’t know where we’re heading , but it was cristal clear she only sees me as a friend. I’m not sure if the age difference mattered, since I’ll be 36 in a month , and she is 25. In the week after our date I tried at least maintain a friendship relationship , because I didn’t wanna lose her entirely. She said she still has hopes with her ex, although she isn’t certain 100%. One of the reasons for breaking up were that she was an active Christian and him not so much.
We were talking a lot in those two weeks , and now I know for sure she has me on mute because she answers my messages way later than I sent them. Tbh, I was upset about not matching up. But it was a bit deeper than that. I don’t really get much chances to bound with someone. I live in a small town, where I have no friends. So meeting through acquintances is not gonna happen. I’m also from Romania just to put my situation into perspective. We don’t exactly have bars here to hook up. We have clubs. I can’t just go by myself there though. In my early 20’s, it used to be easier to ask girls out. Although not even then, I didn’t have a too long relationship with anyone. Then, stuf happened, and didn’t keep a job for a long time, started college at 28, that I finished in the meantime. Women also seem to have different standards from me now. Standards I don’t think I can comply to. I’m not looking for younger women. Just that I still hope to have kids and be married.
Maybe I should have done more when I was younger. Or perhaps it could happen to not form a relationship and I can console myself with that thought. I have really gotten into yoga, meditating and exercising. They help with my depression and anxiety. I was also drinking too much alcohol and manage to cut it off now. I get so isolated sometimes. A gf won’t cure all my loneliness, but it will make me feel like I’m somewhere in life.
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2023.03.30 20:34 xXLampGuyXx Help with my Job

Is it legal to fine an employee for missing a training day in FL?
Tried looking online but can only find the employee can be fired.
For context I am a trainer at my job but my boss just told me to send out an email informing new hires they will be fined $200 if they don't show up. When I looked online I found it's legal to fire an employee for missing a day but can't find anything on fining them.
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2023.03.30 20:34 Ashley_Guppy Quit my job but feeling so bad about it

I loved my job so much but about a month in I quickly realized I was not liked. My manager would talk down to me constantly, had an issue with every single thing I did, I felt like I could not do anything right. She has made me tear up, called me out infront of customers, yelled at me for asking questions about my job, talked badly about me to coworkers, etc.
Even if I had an amazing day, she would find 5 things I was doing wrong. Mind you- I was only one month into the job and learning.
Well- I heard rumors that they were looking to hire another person for my position and conveniently the next day I was given a “performance improvement plan” that says if they are still unhappy with my work in 7 days I will be fired.
This was the last straw for me and I ended up quitting (professionally) on the spot. I knew there was no way that they would basically become happy with me within the next week. I have never been fired before and in my mind I knew this was their way of cutting me off so that they were legally covered.
I feel so sad about it still it feels like a break up. :( How do I get past the feeling of regret?
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2023.03.30 20:33 Apprehensive_Fan_69 Over the bleaching phase of life

Over the bleaching phase of life
I recently decided that I'm over bleaching my hair. I have been bleaching and dying my hair for probably the last 15 years and I'm just over it. I've always wanted to have the nice blonde, long hair look and I've always worn extensions for as long as I can remember and I'm at this stage of my life where I'm just tired of putting in the effort. I don't want to constantly be worrying about what my hair looks like every 6 weeks as I am a busy mother of 4 kids working a job and doing full time school. I decided to go get my hair chopped and let it grow out and get healthy. I toned my hair with toner and 10 vol developer after I got it cut and now I just wanna leave it alone and let it grow out all summer. Does this hairstyle look absolutely ridiculous? Would it be dumb for me to leave it like this and let it grow out? Any thoughts and advice would be appreciated!!
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2023.03.30 20:33 NoExplanation1111 How to manifest clarity for a career/job?

I never know what I want and it's hard to really believe that I can ever manifest a job. I dislike every job it seems. I like the idea of working from home and for myself, then I think it's too isolating. I like the idea of learning finance but then I don't like the idea of a normal job. I want to be my own boss, then I want to work for someone else and not take work home with me. I like nature, but don't want to work outside In cold weather. I feel like life is no longer interesting so it's hard to feel excited about the idea of a dream job when I think everything is rubbish. I see every job as meaningless to me. I know I just work to pay bills and it's hard to view work as anything good. I've been in the same job 6+ years now and it's just depressing and each day I go in I feel as though I have given up on myself or I have no way out. I can choose any other job but again, they are not interesting in the slightest. I feel like I live to work. I have found some things to do after work to occupy me but I don't want to turn it into a job. It annoys me I've to give up 8 plus hours of my day, 5days a week, the time when I actually have energy, to give to a factory to make them money. I don't like my life. I feel like I can never get clear direction on what to do with my life. I feel stuck and that I'm running out of time...
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2023.03.30 20:32 TheSmogmonsterZX Galactic Social Dynamic: A funny thing happened on the way home from Cith... (GSD #86)

Galactic Social Dynamic: A funny thing happened on the way home from Cith... (GSD #86)
--: Two days into the return trip to Alliance Headquarters.
Dullin Sector. :--
Shoal, Gleve and Van were sitting in Shoal's private cabin on their way back from the Ancin Clan's holdings. The three were currently enjoying a brief game of the Phodian classic sa. It was a card game played around helping others find their matching cards while keeping your own.
"I need a mountain." Shoal eyed Van.
"Go fish." Van smirked.
Shoal grumbled and drew a card. Once he saw it he smirked devilishly.
"I still love the fact that both our species came up with this game!" Gleve smiled, not noticing Shoal's grin. "I need a mill."
Vanput the card on the table in front of Gleve. "I still can't believe that changing the images makes it fun again."
"It's a perspective trick. Your brain knows its basically the same, but new shiny packaging makes it fun." Shoal chuckled. "Dad used to tell me he could get me the same calculator every year..."
"Gonna visit him more, I take it?" Van asked. "I need a predator."
Shoal nodded, "I thought I'd have more time." And put down a predator card.
Gleve nodded, "It will be worth it."
"Just be glad the tests showed you as negative for the trait " Van said.
"And Giio and Sekaz are positive." Shoal sighed. "Can't be an engineer forever I guess."
Van blinked and stared in shock.
"You mean you would take over?" Gleve clarified.
Shoal nodded. "If they both got it early, yeah. I need clan mates."
Gleve's cheeks puffed as he put three clan mates on the table.
"Knew it." Shoal chuckled as he picked up the cards.
Van sighed. "Brace yourselves."
Shoal sighed as he flew across the room and skidded into a wall. He sat for a moment as nothing else happened.
"Did we hit someone?" Gleve asked.
"Alert went out over devices. Debris came out of a hyper jump." Van stood and checked his weapons. "Mix of Scareek and human."
Shoal stood up. "We'll join you."
Gleve nodded. "You shouldn't go alone."
Van nodded. "I'll inform the Captain of the ship."
Two hours later the three were on a shuttle docking with a large chunk of a human military vessel.
"Band code says this is EIN Nimitz." Shoal read it off. "Damn, she was a beauty too."
Van remained silent as he activated his mag boots and walked in. As soon as his boots made contact his systems alerted him to a remaining life pod with life signs. The cyborg moved without hesitation. Shoal and Gleve followed.
"It's jammed." Shoal said as he came up on the pod. "Life support has been off for a day or two, oxygen has to be low."
"We can spring it free like billiards ball." Gleve said.
Van looked over at Gleve. "Though you were the animal guy?"
"Billiards are fun. So is pool. Physics applied to a game." Gleve smiled through his visor.
"That's Gleve for you. As Phodian as he is, give him math and angles and he is happier than me with a new wrench." Shoal snorted. "He's right though."
The two then noticed that Van was locked on looking into the viewing window. Shoal motioned for Gleve to help him look in and Shoal gasped.
"Gleve, get the lead out. That's a human kit!" Shoal scrambled down as fast as zero gravity would let him.
Gleve grabbed his friend and put him on the ground safely. "Calm down first. This is pure vacuum."
Shoal stopped and nodded. He pulled up his suit cons, "Feoto, this is volunteer away team 5. We have a survivor in a jammed life pod. Human youngling."
"Team 5, get the youngling if you can without risking yourselves." The flat tone of a bridge officer responded.
Shoal responded with, "I dunno, I was thinking about swimming in vacuum. Get med teams ready." He then cut the com.
"You okay Van?" Gleve asked
"She has maybe two hours left." Van said, "How fast to unjam and return it?"
"Three hours at best." Gleve said with a defeated sigh.
Van nodded. "I hate vacuum exposure."
He then plunged his hand through the glass where a gray metallic film sealed the damage. Then his suit slowly began to break down and turn into a similar film.
"Van?" Shoal shouted as the connection to the suit dropped.
Shoal and Gleve watched in horror as Van's body reacted to the exposure of space. Then there was a message on their coms.
"Get her out. Nanites are making a bubble around her and connecting her to my air supply. Bring us both back, nanites will do the work for me."
Shoal stared in horror. He had known the codename of "Immortal" was very literal when applied to Van, but this was something his brain was simply refusing to process.
Gleve however was right at work. He understood the brief and painful sacrifice Van had made. Van was protecting the extended herd and Gleve would do as he was asked.
"Shoal, I need your help." Gleve said with a grunt.
Shoal shook his head and focused on the task. "The door isn't jammed. We need power."
"I have an idea then" Gleve smiled and pulled a section off the wall, then he took a flashlight off of Van's belt.
"Good idea." Shoal handed off his flashlight. "The place still has some power, there must be a generator nearby." Shoal pointed to running lights on the floor.
Gleve shook his head. "Humans make those self powered."
Shoal nodded then stopped. "Oh I'm gonna regret this." He pulled out a multi-purpose tool and used it to cut out part of the floor.
"Shoal!" Gleve hissed.
"Gleve, you were partly right. They got their own batteries." Shoal smirked as he reached in and began to pull up wires. "Repurpose these for yours, I'll get these ones."
Gleve blinked and nodded, once again reminded why his friend was a Chief Engineer.
"Gleve. Do me a favor." Shoal said.
"What?" Gleve asked.
"Get all of us back." Shoal said as he handed a wire to Gleve. "I have to tie these off live."
Gleve nodded and understood. Shoal would likely be unconscious in the hours after this risk. Gleve steeled himself for the work ahead as he secured the wires properly into the life pod controls
Shoal then practically dove into the hole he had made, half his body sticking out. Then there was a flicker and everything came to life in the pod.
Gleve moved and opened the door in one swift movement the door unsealed and Van's arm was released as his hand held a thin metallic hose. Gleve scrambled past it and grabbed the soft orb structure that held the human youngling, then shifted his spine and strapped the strange container to his shell.
From there he moved to Shoal and gently moved his body out of the hole. His life signs were still strong on the readouts of the external parts of the suit, but the com connection was destroyed. Still, Gleve picked up his friend and secured him to his torso.
Finally he grabbed Van's currently incapacitated form and pulled it along back to their shuttle. There he put Shoal on a medical table and sat Van down. With the orb his nanites had made off to the side. Then he re-engaged the artificial gravity and began to pilot the shuttle back.
It was silent for twenty minutes.
"Ahhh!" Van's shout nearly caused Gleve to veer into debris on their return.
"You look terrible." Gleve said as Van spent a few minutes recovering.
"Feel like a spring daisy." Van said as he pulled out a small blade and gently cut into the orb.
"Is she okay?" Gleve asked with concern.
Van nodded as he lifted her and went to put her on the medical table where he saw Shoal. "Right, that's what knocked me out."
"You were conscious until then?" Gleve asked in horror.
Van nodded as he walked over while carrying the girl. He sat down and sighed as he brushed the strings of black hair out of the girl's face.
"Not a pleasant thing to experience." Van said simply. "Did not expect to be electrocuted though."
"He will be fine. He has..." Gleve grunted in annoyance, "Experience with this tactic."
Van laughed. "Sounds about right. Let's get back, yeah?"
Gleve nodded.
Shoal woke up later, he wasn't sure how much later, but he was sure others were around him.
"Go fish!" Another human voice said, it was younger and female.
Shoal groaned as he lifted himself up.
"You're up." Van smiled from a table at the base of Shoal's infirmary bed.
Gleve was smiling with him as well. There was also a young human girl with jet black hair.
"Were there others?" Shoal asked.
"Not in the field, but shuttles went into hyper to search. We found four more filled with survivors from a civilian attack." Van sighed. "Nimitz' crew refused to take life pods so they could." There was a clear haunted look in Van's eyes, but Shoal watched him shake it off for now.
"Mama and papa didn't make it either." The girl sniffled.
"I'm Shoal." Shoal scooted forward and held out his hand.
"Jessica Alden" The girl smiled. "You're a Civeet!"
Shoal smiled. "I am. I assume my friend introduced themselves."
Jessica nodded.
"We're taking them back. Getting a favor from Emma for Jessica here." Van said as he tossed down a pair of wheat cards.
"I got no one else." Jessica sniffled.
"Well, until you find a new one, we shall be your herd." Gleve nodded.
"Clan is important." Shoal smiled. "Now deal me in."
Gleve smiled and collected all the cards once more. He wasn't happy with all the tragedy, but he was more than happy to help a human find a herd.
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S: I'm not crying... Yes I am.
Wraith: Stop making adorable characters suffer.
S: Its war! This happens!
DM: Especially when you ignore travel warnings.
Wraith: Yeah.
S: Also invited onion ninjas...
DM: Why?
S: (shrugs). Anyway, a bit of a malaise has taken me. I might be taking a break from writing soon for a week or something. Just need to defog the brain a bit.
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2023.03.30 20:32 Jasper65932 My girlfriend wants to break up and I'm devastated

Hey everyone,

I hoped to never find this place, but I need to, just, write.

My girlfriend of 5 years wants to break up with me. And I'm completely devastated. She's my world, my emotional and mental support, and I saw her as someone that I would grow old with.

We've known each other for 5,5 years after I crashed her 18th birthday party. After about half a year, we were in love with each other and started our relationship. Those 5 years since have had it's ups and downs. We're both not perfect in any way, but we loved each other for who we are.

She feels like the female version of myself. We always have our little inside jokes. We both have the same humor, we love being childish with each other (the good way, just playing together). She was perfect. Perfect for me.

Her parents also welcomed me with open arms, and some did mine her. I felt so at home. She was my peace of mind, and happiness.

But a few days ago, we got into a talk.

See, I've been struggling the last 2 years a little with myself. I've had some issues and she helped me push through. Sadly, over the years, I got less and less confident, which is something that was noticed of course.

It initially started with less sex, which was a bummer as I was still very much interested. This was something that was sad to me, but I accepted it as I still love her immensely, even if we would have less sex.

But a few days ago, I told her I was not too comfortable with how close she was growing to one of my friends. Looking back, this may just be a manifestation of my unconfident self. I love both those people to death, and they have always been friends. There probably was nothing to worry about.

Nevertheless, I did end up telling her, and she was taken aback a bit. I told her I'm not blaming her, I just wanted to tell her how I felt.

Fast forward 2 days, and me and my girlfriend were going to get a cup of coffee. Coincidentally, me friends were also close, so they joined her. I was still in the gym and joined them later, but when I arrived, it was just the two of them.

This kind of pissed me off and while my girlfriend greeted me with her typical enthusiasm, I was a little cold.

On the way back, we talked about it, and things spiralled from there. ( I know this is not the case, but I hate myself for treating her so cold when she was so happy to see me again)

We were talking about my mental health, hers, and how things were going between us.

See, we severely lack communication. We are so good together, have so much fun, laugh always, but we don't really talk about important, underlying feelings.

And that's something that obviously bothered her. And me. We talked and she says she had this feeling for a while and that she feels done. Empty. And that she doesn't know if she wants to continue with me anymore.

We've had a serious and emotional talk 4 months earlier as well, but then something important happened that took precedent and we never really revisited it.

After that heavy talk, she went to her parents and I to mine. We live together and both needed some time to let things sink in.

We met today again, and she was very adamant on breaking up. She got to our apartment with the intent of actually breaking up.

I told her several things that I believe in my heart. I think it's a waste if we break up now, right on the edge of discovering something that's been holding us back for so long. I want to give it an honest, 100% try to talk and communicate the way we should. And see how that goes.

She didn't feel that way and wanted to break off our 5 years together.

As much as I love my girlfriend, if she has her mind set on something, she rarely backs down. And I fear that this situation is the result of many months of not talking about things, keeping it to herself, and letting it grow out of control.

I did say something that made her reconsider, and now we're meeting up in 3 days (taking a break from each other) to see if she wants to give it an honest go. It's going to be a yes or no, make or break talk.

I'm dreading it. I'm fearing the worst. I honestly cannot imagine a life without this wonderful person.

Yes we've had our issues. I feel like she has the need to reinvent herself every 12-18 months. And the first thing to go is typically me. We've had a similar scenario about 2 years into our relationship, when things started to get real between us.

I asked her if she wanted to not be with me, or if she's scared about how real things were getting between us. It ended up being the latter and we continued for many good years.

It's so difficult. We clearly love and care about each other so much. I can see the pain in her eyes, and I feel mine.

I absolutely broke down when she put my crying head between her 2 hands, looked me in the eye, and told me just how much she cares about me and loves me. Regardless of what's going to happen between us.

She also mentioned that she just doesn't see a future with me anymore. She says we have different goals in life, which ultimately is true, but only to an extent. We both want to achieve things, and the most important things line up. We both want to travel, do good things and be successful, both health-wise and financial.

Most things line up, with just a few differences here and there. She's much more extrovert than me, and I' much more of an introvert.

It hurts so much. This was the woman I wanted to see as the mother of my children, my wife, my companion.

And it all came so sudden. We just started living together (7 months now), and literally this week we've been talking about trips to Rome, Thailand, and many other plans for the coming years.

The morning of our first talk, we woke up so happy next to each other. She did her thing, woke up early and worked out. I waited for her to come home and we'd have breakfast together. Planned what we would eat this week, made lunch together, starting watching our series we've been seeing (singing along with the intro in our stupid fantastic way), and it all seemed to.... good.

Then that afternoon, we nearly broke up.

I'm dreading the next 3 days and our next meetup. This is a person I just do not feel ready to lose. She's the most important person in my life. I cannot imagine waking up and not having her beside me. Giving me her loving goodmorning kiss. Taking our walks together. I'm just devastated.

She is my first girlfriend, and it seemed like my only. And now I'm here, crying every minute of the day, thinking of losing her. My heart breaks of the thought of deleting our pictures together, not talking with her. I also just cannot live in our apartment anymore. This was where we would start our life together. She was the main driver behind living together as well.

I used to life with 2 friends. She's also good friends with them, so it's not an option to live with them again. It just all feels so unfair.

I'm at a loss. I'm devastated, and most of all, I'm so, so scared to lose her.

I mainly wanted to share my story. I have skipped over some important events, and probably worded some things wrong. But she's my everything, and I'm about to lose her.
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2023.03.30 20:32 Bulky_Insect648 The situation

Hi guy's, I guess this is what is going on with me.
  1. Psychotic break that got me diagnosed with Schizotypal, PTSD, and bipolar.-13 day stay at the good ol mental hospital.
  2. I wrote a story trying to explain how my psychotic break started. It is unfinished bc it brings me back. So at this point in time I have left it alone.
  3. At this point I believe I am being given messages by god in an attempt to save my soul from the devil. I understand this could be delusional ideas of reference and I understand I have a long way to go before I can identify what is real and what is not.
  4. You are not suffering alone, there is a light at the end of our tunnel for sure. I think if one person here can find a way then we all can. Happiness is attainable and I will relentlessly pursue it.
  5. I know how wild the below story is. But as you know it was real af to me.

I realized I was beaten when my mom gave me my 2nd dose of drugged food.

*Note*-Last chapter-The man behind the curtain is revealed. It is me. (alternate story and endings for each Cartel, Illuminati(west coast and east coast)-One side is evil, the other good(wutang)., CIA, Then the best one imo-The church
vs the devil.

What a way to start the new year lol. It was on Jan 1st that all of this spiraled out of control. It all started when I was working at amazon in clay NY. I woke up one day and saw a shit ton of cops. I was growing at the time, an illegal amount of cannabis that would have landed me a felony. So knowing this I shit my pants and ran down the stairs to see what was happening. Am I getting raided or is it just some regular molly whopping bullshit going on outside? We installed a large number of security cameras due to the molly whopper problem. Anything that wasn't tied down would come up missing, not after the cameras lol. I get my coffee as two cops knock on my door. I answer and 
they let me know that a crime was committed by some kids and that they would like the videos if my camera caught it. I thought to myself, some kids.....no big deal at all. SURE I said as I ran upstairs to get my laptop while trying to keep my tents out of view. I return and both I and the two cops sit in the kitchen until I can get the videos emailed to them. They leave and I think that is the end of that. WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(insert the fact that you bought weapons, signs and didn't sleep hardly at all) 
I go to amazon about a week later and find out that the people that committed the crime in front of my house work with me. Aren't I the lucky one? Malachi(one of the assailants) was kind enough to come to the conveyor belt and leaned over and let me know that it was him and his friends. And that both he and his friends that committed the crime will be coming back to get my grow(how the hell do they know about my grow I think?). I mean mugged him and we both continued about our day. Due to me having headphones in it took me a while to put together exactly what he said. But when I did put it together, I immediately started taking all the necessary precautions to prevent a home invasion,. Such as securing all entrances and placing weapons all around the house. Identifying all routes in and out and covering them with cameras and traps if needed. Not my first rodeo(ptsd like a mfa from the first). This time was different though due to me at the time living with my sick parents. I planned on defense only and coached them on what to do in the worse case.
(RAW DATA ELABORATE on the amazon story-For example all of the people you identified and all of the tatoos that they shared. A large orginazation was identified but at the time I did not know they were after me. Later I found out they
were using the night staff at amazon warehouses to distribute their products around the globe. In 30 mins or less lol.)

With my home secured my mind was at ease. On my next scheduled day at amazon, I learned that my manager Caroline was working with/for Malachi. I learned this by her repeatedly placing me next to Malachi and Mike(Malachi's friend). This continued for about two weeks and I saw exactly who was playing for the Malachi's team. It turned out to be a large number of people. I identified they were a group by the matching tattoos they displayed. They had people working as janitors, and in every station and position in amazon. I am talking all the way from janitors to the managers. At least a good 10+ at amazon working to make my life hell there. One time while next to Malachi and Mike at the beginning of this. I lost my temper, pretty badly. I have a mental health issue with my anger(just learned), which caused me to say a bunch of stuff in retaliation to Malachi. This caused Malachi 
to make a phone call while shaking his head in sadness. That phone call was to someone important. Because ever since Malachi made that call my life changed for the worse. Like way worse.

After both myself and Malachi were done talking shit to each other. He(malachi) let me know how much power he could get on short notice. I woke up to smoke my normal morning joint and saw Angel(from amazon), Mike, and Malachi walking around my house(in the street). Later that day I would say about ten to 15 cars made an appearance to let me know they meant business. I just sat there and smoked my joints and cataloged all of his personnel. I knew at that point I was in over my head and made a mistake in feeding into Malachi's anger. I called everyone I knew, which was two whole people(lol) and told them to stand down and not do anything to Malachi if they saw him. I also tried my best to de-escalate to the best of my ability while working at amazon. That however just seemed to make them madder. One night Caroline came up to me and asked me to go work next to people who were trying to kill me, which at that point was normal. Once I realized this I had a realization that this was wrong and should be addressed. I was experiencing retaliation for reporting a crime and it was being perpetuated by my employer(I was thinking in my head Lawsuit lol). Then Angel started going ham on me. I let my management know that they needed to do something(they did nothing). Then I let Angel know the only reason they were mad was the video I gave to the cops, and that I was not a threat to him. I also reiterated to him that he had to touch me for me to be able to defend myself. I left that 
day and made a report to the amazon ethics board on what had happened there. I quit and called the cop I gave the video to for advice and to let him know I was prepared if it goes further. I let him know I would fight to the death for the safety of my mother and father. Which was now in danger due to Malachi and the organization he is with. He agreed with me and told me to protect my family.

I was out of work for a couple of weeks and everything seemed to simmer down. All the cars and people that were patrolling daily seemed to stop. During my off time I was able to do a bunch of research on Malachi, Angel and Mike and I learned that they were tied to a local car dealership in fulton. I researched the car dealership and found out that they were from the Bronx and were affiliated with the Cartel. I found this out through facebook and instagram. Malachi was kind enough to throw up gang signs in his instagram posts that I was able to check on google. I battened down the hatched as much as I could. But I knew that my family was now in grave danger due to me losing my temper. They are good people and I had no intention of letting them pay the cost for my action. So I came up with an Idea. I would enter into the legal weed business by going to a multistate operator for a job. Through different research I learned that heavy cartel money has flowed into these multistate cannabis businesses. I was hopeful that I could find an ear from the cartel by applying for a job at my local out of state cannabis company called Acerage holdings. It didn't take me that much time and I landed a job for a company called acerage holdings which grows medical weed. On my first week there a co-worker named Isaiah was talking about my ethics report that I made to amazon to another employee. Lucky me, I believe I found the ear I was looking for. It turned out that he was part of Malachi's group. I worked with a small number of people at acerage holdings and I am positive that most people working there were very aware of who I was and who Malachi was. And that I was not well-liked at all, meaning malachi's influence reached there as well.I stayed to myself to the highest extent possible and just soaked up the comments like a sponge with no responses from me at all. My intent was to gather as much intel as I possibly could and identify an opportunity for a line of communication with the leadership of the Cartel. This would be hard to do. The business that I was working for was designed as part of their legal operations(It didn’t take much google to figure that out). 

I would go into work everyday at Acerage and people would be openly talking about my situation. One guy was joking around while we were harvesting some weed that I should put in the wood chipper. I saw he had a bunch of tattoos so I figured what are the chances he has a similar tatoo. I moved over to work with him and to my surprise he has the same tattoo as Angel. I engage in conversation and maintain my cover to gather data and identify a line of communication so I could plead my case. A worker named Tony came into our area that day and he was loose enough to say don’t trust the security because they are the cartel. I think to myself, welp that guy ain't a cartel but security seems to be my point of access to the top. Later that day I was oddly issued my badge which seemed rather thick. Me being my paranoid self began to read all of the literature that i was given when I first got the job. In fine print I read that the company has the right but not the duty to monitor your phone or other device to make sure intellectual property is not stolen. That day I immediately started talking about how the FBI got a guy at my last job for the same thing. And that I planned on using their practices for a business that I wanted to start. Needless to say I believe they would be listening on my phone for more crumbs to try to start a case.

I woke the next day and began to plead my case while in my truck alone. I apologized and claimed responsibility for my actions. And that I would accept any punishment as long as it was me and only me. I clocked into work that morning and oddly enough my coworkers that I had befriended seemed very sad. Almost like something was going to happen to me. I armed myself with trim scissors and was ready for the worst knowing that my message had most likely reached its mark. I was scared and happy at the same time. I was afraid because I thought I was about to die but I was happy because I thought I had brokered the safety of my family successfully. Stressfully I finished my day and luckily nothing happened. So I went home.

To relieve stress I started to work on some different hobbies. One of those hobbies was music. I got to the point where I had two songs written (rough copies), and I was sampling tracks and beats to put my lyrics to. While doing this, I realized that I got hacked. There were two recurring options that kept popping up on my youtube. Two live streams with people rapping, one was the west coast rap channel and one was the east coast rap channel. I had my headset with a mic and I was putting
my lyrics to their beats when they answered me and started conversing with me. They told me they wanted my music and that I had to make a choice. I told them I was not ready to make a choice and I kept switching between the two while listening to their music and then them listening to my music(it was dope af-they were freestyling a lot-me not so much but what I did do was dope af). Then I garnered attention from both sides with a proposal. I explained how darkness and corruption have taken over and now evil sits atop the societal pyramid controlling everything and everyone. I explained how words have power, especially through music to change negative energy to positive. A good example of this is
waking up in a horrible mood and then putting on a good song and magically your mood changes from negative to positive. I proposed to use that to address issues that plague communities across the U.S. My proposal was to use 300 artists,150 from one side and 150 from the other. My song would be used as the prime example(leaders lead by example). 1 person comes up with lyrics and each of the 300 make those lyrics their own(own beats/cadence) and release a song on the same day. So with one song 300 versions will be thrown out in the local dialect to address the issue simultaneously all across the U.S. Long story short it would have a great chance of changing the current negative state of the world into a positive one. By delivering a hot beef injection of positivity into this negative landscape we have found ourselves in. Everyone agreed with me and I ended the night by DJing a few songs and then calling it a night. Before I go people from both sides start making me offers to join their side and that they would pay me and this and that. I thought this was a dream but here these dudes were offering me whatever I wanted to hop on their side. I told them no offense but That I had to think about it. I understood I was a great talent and that I did not want to make a bad deal. I thought I would sleep it over and then let everyone know my choice after work the following day. So I called it a night.

The next day I went to work and it was a holiday so we would only be working until 11am that
day.My boss Shmalex(name changed to protect identity lol). Told me to come talk to him after we were done with work that day. I immediately put it together that not only did I gain the attention of the Cartel but I was under close watch from the FBI due to me recently buying weapons and talking about my hustling openly. I told him ok and continued with my coworker Rob to complete our task that day which consisted of picking leaves off plants. While On break I was talking with Rob after my cigarette and he was showing me his fishing gear and trying to plan a fishing trip later on. I agreed that it would be fun and then we went back into work. About an hour after we got back into work Rob dipped out to make a call. He came back in and then about ten mins later Cody came in and told us we were done for the day and that we could leave. While I was cleaning up, the robber walked up behind me and whispered I’m sorry. I didn’t even say anything because I thought he was joking. Spoiler alert he was not joking.

I left work that day and I was super pumped knowing that I would soon be able to solve all my money problems by choosing which side to sign with. On the ride home I kept thinking how I got in the situation that I did and why I started making music. And then it hit me, Malachi, the same person who had put me in this dangerous situation was the reason why I was about to be successful and safe most of all. I thought that both sides had my back and were upset with the Cartel coming into the U.S. and just claiming territory like that. So I was no longer concerned for either My or my family's safety anymore, which was like ten tons being lifted off of my shoulders. On the ride home I started rapping and loudly yelling that I loved this shit and would take care of everyone with money. Especially Malachi and his family as a token of friendship and a hope for forgiveness.

I get home and I see that my parents have bought pizza. I think dope af and grab some and head upstairs. So I finally made my choice to join West coast records to be in the nice weather. I let both sides know that I planned to go to the west coast and told each that I would only go if I could collaborate with both sides. Notbe limited. I told them to show up at 8 am the next morning with two million in a bag. I was communicating with them verbally through the computer and with notes written on notebooks that I was showing my mirror. They told me they had me on watch from that location, and confirmed it by giving me details that only a camera in the mirror would capture. I went to bed that night with the idea that I was going to change the world. I was able to talk to both sides and luckily they were with me in changing things for the better. I went to bed oddly knowing that I just made a work-together truce between the crips and bloods. Good night's rest would be an understatement. I slept like a fucking baby. However, I woke up mad af boy lol.

8 am comes and goes and no one shows up lol. At this point I am unsure if I got hacked by Malachi, actually am about to start the 300, or am being trolled by the govt.... so many possibilities at this point lmao. So I don't go to the computer until the afternoon. Then things kinda get pretty crazy, but not as crazy as it will get..... I hop on the computer and hop on the west coast live stream. They start rapping about how they are going to torture me and kill my family and friends(someone on there said they were in jail and mad af at me). I see an Eminem video pop up on the screen and click on it. It is Eminem and he is rapping live about me and he kept giving me the shhhhh with the finger thing when I went to talk. He was saying that he was going to lock me up and not let me out and a whole bunch of shit. I closed my computer and just went and laid down and thought about the situation that I found myself in. I knew they had cameras on me in my house and in my truck(they told me how much gas I had!). I just laid there and thought about the situation, 1. Am I crazy...no 2. Am I hacked....yes 3. How do I save my family? idk yet 4. Am I beat beyond belief? yes. The criminal organization that Malachi was with(some cartel) was using amazon prime to deliver their product across the U.S., they knew I knew this and I know they wanted me dead so that is the opponent I was planning against it. Now looking back it could have been the FBI(I am loose so could have been watched), Cartel-the most likely, West or east coast rappers... so fucked lol. So I planned to wait it out to protect my family and engage if needed. This meant I always had to have weapons on to carry that plan out(pain in the ass(prison pocket)). 

I hopped up from my bed and went downstairs to eat a fish dinner that my mom had picked up. They were hurting for money and I was helping them out financially for months before that. Suddenly it clicked. The night before they bought 4 pizzas. Then tonight they bought fish dinners,.....WAIT. Where did they get the money to order out twice in a week, so so out of the ordinary? I recognized this and went upstairs with the fish dinner trying to think why they would order out two days in a row. I hop on my computer and start to eat dinner. I start listening to a 90s hip-hop live track and the dude who said he was in jail starts talking. Lets me know it cost 100k to get my mom on his side and that the food I was eating was drugged, and when I go downstairs my mom will make a fake police report on me to get me to jail. I stop eating the fish and go downstairs and just try talking to my mom to disprove what I just heard. 
She looked at me and immediately started to make a scene. She told me to "calm down and go to sleep or she'll have to call someone". I deescalate, throw out the dinner and then head upstairs. My brain starts working overtime in attempting to solve the situation. My playlists keep changing on my laptop so I start clicking on the top choice every time it changes. I finally realized that another party was communicating with me that was different from the previous ones(Anonymous). They altered songs in the top choices to deliver a subliminal message. I can’t describe how the words would jump out at me but I was able to gather the message after playing about 5 songs. They wanted me to go to a mental facility for safety for both me and my family. I didn’t know why, but I had no options at that point so I had to trust them.
 It was my job to decode that message in the limited amount of time that I had. I spent about an hour listening and grabbing applicable information from the slightly changed songs. I felt myself at a loss trying to find the subliminal path laid out. A gospel live stream popped up on my laptop and there was a different group that wanted me to sing with them(The church). The song was hallelujah. About halfway through the song I had a religious epiphany. I blacked out for a couple of seconds, and came to singing the song hallelujah while holding my arms out toward my mirror in a hugging motion. The people in the gospel livestream were rejoicing loudly and I heard someone say it's him. I immediately knew they thought I was the second coming and I dropped to my knees to denounce that. 

I took my notebook and started writing in my notebook a message. It said me for my family. I looked at the shotgun on my floor for a brief moment. But that was not an option due to my upbringing and marine background. The path became clear when I mentally snapped. They had accepted my deal, me for my family. I briefly looked at my shotgun and then headed downstairs to tell
My parents that Ineeded to go to a mental hospital to meet anonymous. I went outside to wait and my mom went and made a phone call that took about ten minutes. I don't know who she was talking to but when she came out I knew we were good because the cops didn't show up. And then off we went, I played the part quite well on the ride I remember. I told my parents I loved them and then after listening to faded with a stranger one last time, I went in to accept my fate. I asked for one last cigarette and my dad gave me a half a one that tasted quite odd.

A lady came in once I was laying in the hospital bed to "take blood" and give me something to sleep. I thought this was the end but it was not. I woke up the next day and could have sworn my mom said the doctor wanted to see me. I told her I was still tired and rolled over and went back to bed. Then when I woke up they brought me into a room with a security guard posted up right near me. My mom told me they were going to move me to come after I eat. Then they moved me to omh. I checked in and now this is where things get crazy. However, the memories are still very blurry 

I was given a mask, and I swear it felt like I had my memory wiped about 5 minutes after putting it on. I enjoyed it quite a lot. I was under the impression that I would die (I was very surprised I woke up). I went into the mental hospital and I went through the check-in process for entering into inpatient(explain in detail the process of checking in). It was pretty demeaning to say the least. I thought I would make contact with the resistance or whoever gave me the subliminal messages to go to the mental hospital. But that did not happen. I thought to myself, Why would the security guard drug me if I am in a safe place? I immediately knew I was in grave danger and that I had to be on guard at all times. I was shown my room and I introduced myself to my roommate bob. (I would later come to find out that bob was a former marine). My head was really really messed up from the medication that they had given me. I chilled in my room for a while and finally went out to walk up and down the hallways to attempt to identify any possible way out. I needed that information later to break out if needed. I identified a weak link in the armor. It consisted of one door that would get me access to one side and a fence that once jumped would lead me to the running part. I started walking up and down the halls and I noticed a woman that was also doing the same thing. I couldn't help but overhear what she was saying. And to my surprise, she referenced the situation that I had found myself in. She sat down and I sat down next to her. She leaned in and told me that they were going to kill me and skin 
me alive. And she just started maniacally laughing. I knew I was in a facility run by the organization after me. I sat there and then it came to me. Don't feed into it gather as much intel as possible and plot your next chess move carefully. So I fucking laughed with her and we began to laugh together. I made small talk and then I went into the cafeteria to grab some water(which I usually drank a ton of). I grabbed a glass and I shit you not it was like it had corn syrup in it. It was water but THICK. I had no choice so I drank the liquid. It was my only source of water and at this point in my information gathering, I dared not bring up any intel that I was finding out about.

I saw a couple of people in the cafeteria and decided to make small talk. I met a female named Angel and another female named Haley. They seemed nice enough but I couldn't get it out of my head that something just seemed very very off about this place and the people that I was meeting. They told me about the groups they offer as therapy and told me I should make an appearance. I tried my best to remember but I could not for the life of me and ended up missing it and just roaming the halls. Nighttime was fast approaching so I ducked into a place that they had labeled the quiet room and I was lucky enough to meet a man named Scooba Steve. He introduced himself and made it a point to tell 
me that he was a man of god. I noted this and we continued to make some small talk which consisted of religion. I asked him to say some prayers for me that night and I left him there to read his bible. I later found out he was very devoted to and any bit of free time he had was devoted to reading the bible. They called for nighttime meds so I went to the counter to get mine. They gave me a sleeping pill and an antipsychotic and then to my surprise they gave me a nicotine lozenge. I was extremely happy about this due to fiending for some good ol' nicotine. I planned on staying up all night which I did. I needed to see exactly how many staff they had and if they were involved in this or if they were legit(spoiler alert, they were not).

In the hallways there were nooks where you could sit down and admire the artwork. I posted up in one of those nooks near my room and just kept an eye on everyone that night. Nothing happened, but i did notice that the security guard makes one pass a night. If I needed to get out I could easily use him as a plan b so I noted that in my playbook and in my spare time fashioned me a toothbrush shank. 
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2023.03.30 20:32 LordOfTheOmnium “Care to make it interesting..?”

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2023.03.30 20:31 PJSOfTexas We are Hiring


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2023.03.30 20:31 Able_Psychology3665 GH needs to let us see the individual details on these stacked orders

I’ve been getting more and more stacked orders that’ll have an order with a decent tip and one with no tip. As contractors, we should be allowed to see all the details of a job before we accept it. GH isn’t paying my effing taxes or putting fuel in my car, or helping me out with car maintenance. I’m absorbing these costs. I don’t want to be duped into delivering a no tip order. Jesus, I hate this company sometimes.
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2023.03.30 20:31 Phagocyte_Nelson The Death of Empires

The Death of Empires

\" ADIÓS A SANDINO\" by Armando Morales, 1989
When my father was 14, he still lived in El Salvador. At the time the economy was a mess, inflation was through the roof and jobs were nowhere to be found. Employers didn’t have money to pay wages or salaries. My grandfather and father did what they had to do provide for the family. My father at this age already dropped out of school. Schooling in El Salvador is useless. School was public up until the 8th grade and passed that there was no point going to high school if one wasn’t planning to head to university, in our capital of San Salvador. My father quit school earlier, at the age of 10 to work with my grandfather, to provide. My father first worked with my grandfather when he was 4, old enough to be of some use. Everyday at dawn, my father ventured with my grandfather into the beautiful mountains, where they did odd jobs for instant cash or spent the day collecting wild fruits and vegetables to sell at the village market or take home for dinner. They did what they had to do to survive. I’ve seen the country firsthand, there are no jobs.
In fact, one of the complaints of Salvadoran immigrants by other Salvadoran immigrants is that they all have issues adjusting to the American economy when they get here. They’re so used to being on edge and scraping for every penny, that many forget that in the United States, you can actually get a job. Many people, in fact, do come here for work, but these 10 dollars/hr jobs are unheard of back in the motherland. They are like a dream come true to immigrants, so much so that the main issue is simply getting migrant workers to stick to one job, something they’re not used to. My father fell into this trap: when he arrived at the states he was 20. He worked in an aquarium, a mechanic shop, construction, you name it. It took my dad 6 years (when I was born) to finally settle down with his wife and newborn son and realize that having just ONE job was the correct order of things in the American job marketplace. He does landscaping now, and has so for the past 20 years, and is now specialized to drive trucks and heavy machinery. Not bad for someone for spent his childhood picking mangoes off of mountain cliffs.
Something else that burns deeply in my father’s memory was the war. My father barely understands it himself. He’s too scared to even talk about it at times. When he was 14 he was sent to the far side of the mountains by the grandpa to collect some tools they left the previous day. My dad couldn’t find the tools at first, and so he accidentally stumbled upon a cave. Inside the cave there was a lightbulb, and so my dad walked down into the cave, and next thing he knew he was being held at gun point. My father stumbled upon a secret rebel radio station. The guerrillas made him swear that he had no allegiance to the government and was not sent as a spy, but after a minute or two all they saw was a scared boy. So they took pity and let him go. They then packed their equipment and moved elsewhere down the mountain.
When my father returned to the village later that day, he was met at gunpoint again, but this time by the National Military Police, holding an assault rifle and demanding that he tells them why he was in the mountains for so long and if he had any affiliation with the guerrillas. My dad pleaded that he saw nothing, too scared that saying the truth would mean death for him. The soldier let him go, not knowing that earlier that morning, my father did, in fact, find the men they were looking for.
There are other stories too that my dad tells me: like the time his friend went into the mountains and accidentally triggered a land mine left by the military. He had a closed casket funeral that next Sunday. News would break out about how the Salvadoran government ordered the massacre of an entire village on the other side of the country, suspected of working with the rebels (they weren’t), and yet my fathers village was one of the most strategic holdings for the rebels for the entirety of the war. My father knew that at any moment, the government could decide to kill everyone he knew around him.
Empires are a fickle thing. They’re hard to look for and hard to imagine that one lives in one. No Jew or Gentile gave a second thought that they lived under the Roman Empire, just so long as they pay taxes to Caesar and their city wasn’t destroyed. But empires in the modern era are deceptive, almost evil.
I know personally how empires work. I live in the United States of America, where I can go to school, get a good job, probably afford health insurance, and buy whatever the f*ck I want at the Walmart, because it’s my money and I worked for it.
I am Salvadoran. My home country has more or less been involved in American politics since Teddy Roosevelt. Before him it was the British, and before them our colonizers of the Spanish. The Spanish were brutal: forcing everyone in these countries into peasantry, debt, and in some cases straight up slavery, all for the benefit of Spaniards from the mainland. They had all the money, bought every piece of land that once belonged to great empires of the Aztec, Inca, and Maya, and then forced everyone to work these lands, but to own none of it. What the Spanish did to us still explains conditions in Latin America to this day. The British never did this to Americans, who came to this continent looking specifically for land, and establishing settlements that would become the thirteen colonies. Meanwhile the Spanish put everyone to work and for nothing in return. Generation after generation: father dies but leaves nothing in his will to his sons, because he never had anything. It was all taken from his family in 1492.
All my family has to their name is a single concrete family house in El Salvador. It’s my great grandfather’s house. He built it himself as a young man and then raised my grandfather in it, so then raised my father in it, and then it ends there, because my father moved to the States. It’s actually the only asset my family has to their name in El Salvador. My family is one of the lucky ones to even have a house to our names. Most people rent land and build shacks to sleep in because shelter and roof overheard wasn’t included in the rent for the month.
When the Spanish were overthrown by Napoleon Bonaparte, this sent shockwaves to Latin America, who had no loyalty to their new French emperor. One by one, the Spanish colonies of Mexico, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica declare their independence, without a single exchange of gunfire, for the Spanish at this point were squashed by Napoleon. An independent El Salvador saw the same society that it had under the Spanish: rich noble land owning elites paying low wages to the millions of hungry workers below them. I’d argue that it has always been somewhat like this. Our economy was based monoculture (meaning “one crop”). At times it was añil, which is like cotton and used for textiles, other times it was coffee, a growing commodity in the Modern Age. The landowners needed to sell their products somewhere, and with Spain gone, they looked to the empire that defeated the Spanish Armada: the British Empire. The British Empire militarily occupied parts of Nicaragua and Honduras, even making their own permanent colony of Belize. What did this mean for the people? It meant that the landowners kept the old ways for it was still profitable.
There is a common argument here in the United States that a certain point slavery stopped being profitable, which is why the Northern states industrialized and outlawed slavery, for they preferred wage workers to slaves, less costs overall. Well in El Salvador, this peasantry, this slavery, never stopped being profitable. From empire to the other, from the Spanish to the British, this backwards system of exploiting people by stealing land and then putting them into debt and forcing them to work for you still paid off as long as the British were willing to pay the pretty penny for that coffee. Sometimes empires are self inflicted, but let us remember that the peasants and poor people never had a say in any of these politics. No one voted to sell goods to the British, that was a discussion for only the elites who decided in a plan that would hurt poor people even more. It’s no surprise that these elites still had ties to Spain and not to El Salvador. There we see their true loyalty: to money, and at the costs of everyone’s livelihood. Sometimes these third world countries put themselves into the empires but if you dig deeper, you can see who really made that decision. And then it all makes sense. Shortly after the First World War, the United States became more involved in international politics, and especially those in Latin America. American business moved into Central America where they bought land for the rich elites and essentially used the same system the elites had for many centuries: paying the people low wages and not providing them any social mobility or education or benefits. Sometimes the US government itself intervened, by lending money to the individual nations who then used it to perpetuate the status quo. We lovingly call these nations "banana republics." In El Salvador our exports was coffee: a "coffee republic."
In my country, the working men were getting tired of this backwards economic system. So in the 1930s, they revolted. Half of the country revolt and protested the government, who was at the time led by a military dictatorship who only got into office by force. The response from the government? The government killed 40,000 people to put down an insurrection. This was 1932. We called it “La Matanza,” Spanish for “the slaughter.” The government claimed that the force was necessary to put down what seemed to be a communist revolution, but in fact of those 40,000 dead people, I can bet you that many if not all, never heard about a “Karl Marx” ever in their life. What they wanted was food for their family and for the government and elites to STOP GETTING IN THE WAY OF IT.
The next 50 years were of suppression. People were silenced immediately and everyone continued working m. By this time the country had somewhat industrialized so they old peasants became poor manufacturing workers, if they were lucky. In places like my dads village, although they now had their freedom, they had no jobs around them.
Slowly a second revolt was brewing. The government shut down protests to the war with Honduras, violently, which signaled every leftist guerrilla in the countryside to decide that now was the time to finally overthrow the government.
I can’t tell you if El Salvador would have been better if the communists won. What I can tell you is that things were bad already, and then the government made it worse. The United States at this time was involved in the Cold War, and suspecting that these new guerrillas may have ties to the Soviets, D.C. flooded millions of dollars to the Salvadoran dictatorship to suppress and put down the communist insurrection. The United States military personally trained some of the battalions in the Salvadoran army, with new counter guerrilla warfare strategies and tactics that the Americans learned from Vietnam. These battalions would then go on to become death squads. We had many names for the death squads, and they were feared. Guerrilla or not, they weren’t afraid to shoot anyone in the back of the head in the name of law and order. In reality, the death squads created anarchy, and made the people more sympathetic to the communists. Here was a simple fact: the communist guerrillas, although they lived amongst the people and were printed in the news as being terrorists, never executed a civilian. The Salvadoran government on the other hand though, every week there would stories of death squads breaking into peoples home and murdering them in front of their children. These children then took shelter in the orphanages that the communists ran. The communists had shelter for refugees and orphans, people who had to escape war or lost everything in it. They provided schooling and taught many for the first time how to read and write. The guerrillas were on volunteer basis, if you didn’t want to join the ranks, you didn’t have to, but you were always welcomed to stay as long as you wanted. Many of these people eventually found their way into Honduras to escape the war, and some even made the daring and perilous journey to the USA. It wasn’t hard for the Salvadoran people to pick a side: one side wanted the best for you and the other side had no issue murdering you and your entire family for political gain.
When I read about the war, I see a culmination of centuries of oppression onto a people. And when those people had enough, they were murdered. Around 80,000 people were killed. 5,000 people went missing and still are. Half of the country was displaced and had to move homes. And finally, 500,000 Salvadorans decided that they had enough, and left the country.
I see an empire in the work, and just like how the Romans had to put down peasant revolts regularly, the Salvadoran government, under direction and aid of the American Empire, did what empires always do in history; they oppress and kill. We’ve all see Star Wars. And before the Americans, it was the British, and before them, the Spanish, and before them the Aztecs, and before then we don’t know but I must assume that this sh*t never ends. Not until the people revolt, and revolt successful.
I mean, that’s how the Americans did it. They were being oppressed by the British Empire so they revolted and forcefully removed themselves from the equation. And look at how America is now. It’s only ironic at the Americans would then go around and used it’s wealth and influence to dominate other smaller countries, kind of like how the British treated them before 1776.
This is imperialism: a system in which a more developed nation either directly or indirectly controls an underdeveloped nation who cannot defend itself or have any sway in the argument, and to the benefit of a small elite in the nation. This is usually through military force, but sometimes it’s economic and is more akin to a trade empire. Indian princes swore allegiance to the Crown to establish the British Raj, all without a vote or election, no voice at all for the people, who then had to take matters into their own hands. African warlords supported the slave trade and sacrificed their morals for a quick buck. Look at how imperialism turns brother against brother, a nation onto itself. And the only people who suffer are the starving masses of the underdeveloped nation, who have two choices: fight or flee.
My country chose fight.
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2023.03.30 20:30 ThrowRA-reecypeecys My girlfriend broke up with me because "I don't prioritize her"

Hi, in the past few weeks, the idea of my girlfriend moving in with me has come up in my 5-month long distance relationship. It came up very suddenly when she was switching colleges due to financial reasons, and noticed the new college provides online classes which she can do remotely if she moves in with me. I currently need to live near my own college that I go to, so we would share an apartment. She said that if I said no, she would likely break up with me as she cannot do long distance much longer, which is understandable. At first I happily said yes to the idea, before anxiety crept in and told me things: what if we broke up later on because we end up not being compatible and I have to deal with the financial fallout, what if my girlfriend misses out on the real college experience, what if i dont get alone time anymore, she is still 18 which is young (im 21), etc. I tried my best to communicate these ideas with her, but she began to get upset, saying that because im even considering not living with her when the stake of the relationship lies on it, that it means I dont love her as much as she loves me and wouldnt sacrifice as much to be with her as she would with me.
And I will admit, I led her on for a while by saying yes then becoming unsure, and I felt terrible and apologized a lot for it. After talking through the issue, I decided that I would commit 100% to living with her, since it is best to try rather than give up, and I promised her it was my decision.
Today, we woke up happy, knowing that we were now both committed to living together. However, she told me again that the fact that I was unsure about it while knowing that the relationship was on the line was getting to her. She told me she felt as though she would give anything to be with me, like leaving her family behind or going across the country, but I would not do the same for her. I told her that family is one of my priorities and I wouldnt want to move too far from them, and she said "what do you expect me to do, follow you around the country like a puppy?" and I think this is fair and not something I considered until that moment. I told her later on that my choice about living with family changes a lot (my decision was different just a few months ago). However, she began to spiral, saying that I never sacrifice for her or put her first, that im a horrible person, that shes extremely hurt, and she hates me. She broke up with me within a few hours, saying that she wants to find someone who prioritizes her first like she would for them. She says the only way she will consider being with me again is if I give her real reassurance that I prioritize her, but it cant be words.
I have personally felt like I do prioritize her. I always leave class or my gaming with my friends to call her if she has an urgent situtaion, Ive driven 11 hours to see her in a day, Ive paid for her gas to drive to me, I give her gifts on valentines day, etc etc. I may be clueless but I feel like I'm checking all the boxes.
I wrote her a long apology last night for being so indecisive about the future and letting it affect us so much that it led to breakup, and that I now know I cant jump into relationships being unsure about my own cirumstances/future. I also said that I hope we can get back together soon.
My current thoughts about this are that I dont think im fully in the wrong, and many rash decisions were made today. However, I also think it is fair to be angry with me after my indecisiveness becomes such a large problem. Should I pursue getting her back or is this a lost cause?
TL;DR - girlfriend wants to move in with me due to financial reasons. After initially agreeing, I become unsure from anxiety, leading to a fight and ultimately a breakup. Girlfriend wants someone who prioritizes her first and wants me to reassure her that she is my priority to get back together, but I cant use words. Not sure if this is a lost cause.
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2023.03.30 20:30 yowwsoi Anybody had experience with Express Employment Professionals?

I'm doing most of my job search on Indeed, and out of all the mass jobs I've applied to, I got a message from somebody working at Express Employment, and even called my mobile number asking me for my past jobs based on my resume, matching my qualifications on jobs available in the locality (I live in Florida, btw).
  1. Is this legit?
  2. I heard they get a fair share on the salary offered. What percentage do they get usually?
  3. How is the hiring process and how long have you been hired after the initial call?
Any advice on how to proceed with them, and any information thats helpful would be greatly appreciated!
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2023.03.30 20:30 TightPoetry7105 What should I do about my coworker?

So I run a store, I am the general manager. I have an assistant manager who also helps run the store. The store just got bought by new owners and I’m helping them revamp the whole business.
It’s been a lot of work but I enjoy it anyways the reason why am on here is because my assistant manager is very sensitive about certain things and I don’t know how to deal with it a little information about my assistant manager.
He’s a retired man in his 50s never worked a job in his entire life. This is his first job ever he grew up working on ranches and farms, whenever he has an issue with someone he constantly threatens to quit or walks out and I basically have to follow him and talk out of quitting every time
yesterday I found out our register was $50 short I found out my assistant manager didn’t tell me about this until the day after he found out this is concerning because I need to let the owners know when the register is short and I already had one of the owners tell me the register was five dollars short and I didn’t know that it was because my assistant manager closed that day and didn’t tell me so I talked to him about it and told him that only two people used the register so either me or him made a mistake and that we need to figure out what the mistake was so we can figure out why there’s $50 missing
he took this as me making allegations against him that he’s stealing money which wasn’t the case he walked out the store and clocked out and told me he was gonna quit. I followed him and talk him out of quitting and just made me start realizing that if this guy quits im gonna be forced to work over 80 hours a week 12 hours a day seven days a week because we don’t have any staff in our store and I don’t know what to do about it. Does anybody have advice on what I should do?
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2023.03.30 20:30 hellllooooself Having a hard time being approved for an apartment?

I recently went back to school and that put me in a financial bind for a couple of months. My current apartment was willing to work with me as I explained the situation to them so I was able to pay rent for the last two months about two weeks late. I’ve lived in this particular apartment for the last four years and only recently did I need to pay rent late. My lease is ending soon and I am now trying to find another apartment but my late payments are causing an issue. Two apartments I applied for stated that I had significant late payments and they can only accept one late payment for each year. I offered to pay the rent upfront but was denied because of my rental history. Is there any way to get those late payments removed or is this a lost hope?
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2023.03.30 20:30 tinastep2000 Should I interview to try getting an offer just to renegotiate my current salary when I have no interest in actually leaving?

I started my current role in January and make $65k and I’m not quite ready to jump ship even though I plan on doing so in 2 years for salary goals. Despite working late some nights, I do look forward to some of my benefits - I have a mental health day once a month, a week off in the summer, and the last 10 days off in December on top of “unlimited” PTO.
I’ve been pretty happy, but a recruiter just reached out about an opportunity paying $75k. Unfortunately giving up those benefits aren’t intriguing enough to me right now. Not only that, but I’d feel bad abandoning my new team so soon and wasting the potential employer’s time, but I’m wondering if I should leverage the opportunity? When I was interviewing for my role I didn’t see much data, but according to GlassDoor now my current role at my company actually pays up to $90k+ at my company so I wonder if it’s not even crazy to ask for a $5-10k bump. I was making $48k before so I was ecstatic about the $65k and didn’t want to risk asking for more, but now I wonder if I am actually worth more? Both jobs are WFH btw.
I know I’m not guaranteed to have an offer, but I wonder if I should avoid wasting anyone’s time out if principle or if this is something people to advance their careers.
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