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I am a totally normal guy with completely normal medical history without any signs of odd mental health issues. But this morning I just woke up to an unescapable, undeniable feeling of dread that existed without any stimulation from reality aside from complete darkness. The night before tonight was a normal regular night. I was excited for my upcoming interviews as I just recently completed my nursing lisencing exam and their qualifications. But then, there was a phone call that day which was private. It did not bother me at first but it felt strange. I had, never ever, in my existence, ever, recieved one before. Then I started researching why it happened and if it was normal. It was my very average anxiety attack essentially. A part of me thought it might be an interviewer that I skipped out at but it turns out to be much much worse.
At a certain point, I decided to leave it alone and continue with my work then gaming with friends that night. This went on until 2 AM which then I fell asleep quite quickly. This is where the creepy shit starts to happen. Normally my dreams make some sort of sense but tonight it felt like it was controlled by someone or something. Let me explain. My dream started off normal. I dreamt I was an graduate student studying marine biology and was about to embark on a submarine that would descend deep sea. However, it was testing new equipment which would push deep sea diving further than we imagine. So I descended with the whole crew until a certain point and I was nominated to enter "the room". "The room" was a specialized and protected compartment that would isolate me and put me in visualization with the surrounding marine life. Essentially I would see all of my surroundings using specialized light beams. But something went wrong. The submarine had started breaking and was descending at a speed that was too fast. All I could hear is the captain saying its going to be alright and the rest of the crew working with smiles on their faces while we descended into hell. My compartment has better insulation so I could see them slowly freeze before my eyes. It disturbed the hell out of me so I decided to close my eyes.
Which brought me to my second dream. This second dream was quick and swift, filled with happy memories like a weird mix of batman, my university life, an anthropology class and random friends that acted like "mean girls". Felt like a sitcom. But for some reason, they started to disappear as though someone was killing them off. You know the feeling of comfort when you watch a sitcom but then people start leaving or get killed off? This was the feeling. For me, it was similar to watching Micheal Scott leave the office. No more comfort. This person in control of my dreams was intentionally destroying my escape from the deep sea nightmare. Usually the happy parts is where I wake up from in the morning but this was not the case.
Essentially what happened next was the person dragged me back into the first dream where I woke up in the submarine randomly on land. I had talked to the villagers and they said everyone else in the submarine had all disappeared. The reason I escaped was because the compartment pulled off and rose to the surface before I experienced death. But then the dream got weird. I began to see pokemon in hallucinations as though they were alive. None of this felt real and I wasn't sure why. Then I started getting cold all of a sudden. And colder. Then I started freezing. I blinked my eyes and I was in submarine again. But this time, I had no escape. It was as though someone had control of my dreams and was dragging me back into the deep sea dream.
So me being logical, I didn't believe it and I woke up. At first, it felt normal as my senses were gathering. But I couldn't move, I felt paralyzed. I turned to my left and there was a chair imagined as shadow. It was weird. I couldnt control my body temperature and I started feeling colder and colder. I had to break out of the paralysis so I started screaming until I felt I had some touch with reality temporarily. My temperature and body started regulating but my mind was slowly losing sense of reality and going through some psychosis episode. I know because Ive seen this in dementia patients Ive worked with prior. I tried my hardest but every shadow around my room felt like someone or something was watching me and controlling me. Ive never felt this feeling in my life before. Even my thoughts started to get unnatural while I was imagining things everywhere. I had to use the bathroom to pee but I would walk downstairs with this uneasy feeling that something was controlling me. After I came back upstairs, I immediately started hallucinating all the worse things like death and murder for a split second but I pushed myself to look through my phone as a distraction. It helped me but I needed someone to snap me out of this psychosis and put me back into reality. As I sit here slowly writing this post, I wonder to myself if I will ever get another dream that makes me this paranoid. Some part of me thought it was triggered by the unknown of the private number. Its like it could be anything. I could be an interviewer or a scam call or a call with someone who had just wanted to mess with my dreams.

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1. Foundation Design: The foundation of a home must be designed to withstand the forces of an earthquake. This includes the type of soil and the depth of the foundation.
   
2. Adequate Ventilation: Adequate ventilation is essential in the event of an earthquake to prevent gas buildup that could lead to an explosion.
   
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Is the RCC framed structure earthquake-resistant?
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Why is using stones and bricks a poor choice for homes and building in an earthquake prone area?
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However, rigid materials such as stones and bricks lack this flexibility, making them more vulnerable to damage.

In my dream this all happens as additional episodes after the final episode that we all saw, and my dream is from the perspective of me watching this on the TV and being really confused 😆.
After the ending that we all saw, Sean, Julian, and Dorothy all travel to a gigantic red building to start a new life. Seems like a cult.
They discover a wooden boy doll there who has been reanimated. The leader at this house wears a long red gown. Dorothy starts wearing a red gown too, and she and the leader decide to put on a play about the wooden boy doll.
A few scenes show Julian sleeping at night, snuggling with a mannequin.
After the play’s opening night, the cult building burns down and Sean, Julian, and Dorothy escape to their new townhouse in Philly.
Moira Rose is there, and she is now Dorothy’s best friend. It’s assumed she acted in the play put on by the cult.
The townhouse has a tranquil backyard where a tiny and elderly monkey wearing a top hat is strolling peacefully. Dorothy spots him and immediately realizes that the monkey is Uncle George. Dorothy thanks him for trying to protect their family, and with a single tear cascading down his face, he disintegrates into the soil beneath him, leaving only the top hat behind.
Suddenly, there’s a woman standing on the roof of the townhouse. She’s holding a baby doll. She releases the doll from her grip and it falls to the balcony of the townhouse.
Leanne reappears, excited to reanimate a brand new doll. Sean and Julian give each other a look, as if saying, “here we go again!”
The dream ends lol.

Being a lonely weak surviver in this harsh world only you or maybe one or two more. This unforgiving land, death falls on many. Trading life for protection, some may live, just to feed them shelves. But this is a land of nomads, you got to be yourself a killer, a crook a theif...

If your new to the game and want to be a small group or lonely surviver, death comes to many in these lands. But maybe you might be a diamond in the rough, and bring wealth, kindness, or luck. 

I just have to say I love this game. My main point reminds me of "project zomboid" life is hard expect to die. Imagine all the people who could do nothing but try, life is failure and you'll see it many times.

Amongst the black sea of this and that hid a shimmer that shined the same as many others. Though only someone who had admired her from afar for many years would know her shadows were like no other, for within her arms she held 6 pebbles. Each unique but far from equal. Curiosities she had collected in her short lifetime.
This was not unheard of. Many of her friends had their own collections. They would mix and match, play with and even break them. It was all in good fun. But she wanted something more than fun. Whether out of curiosity or a crave to be noticed, something new was born. It moved with haste and with greed, yet she couldn't help but feed it.
Before long it became an obsession. Her other pebbles were neglected, and all she could think of was her little experiment. It wasn't long before the other shimmers noticed the shift in her shine. Many of them feared what it might do. It was greedy and feared death. "What is this atrocity? Snuff it out at once!" Many of them demanded. But they were too distant to do it themself.
One fateful millennia one of them had enough. They took every pebble they had and tossed it at her. She had grown to love her green pebble so she swung and flicked everything they threw at her, even sacrificing her own other pebbles to protect her green one. But the odds were against her, and one made it through.
She never spoke up about her special pebble again. She could not risk losing it. In order to protect it, she come up with a plan. She needed to teach it to protect itself. After all, she would not be there forever to protect it. She taught it many things. The more it learned the more it glowed. She taught it to collect its own pebbles, and make them like itself. It loved to collect. It said thank you and gave her a name. Kis.
Amongst kis's friends, one of them found it fascinating. They would talk in secret, and share pebbles when other shimmers were not looking. One of those pebbles was black, and belonged to kis's green pebble. Friend loved it. Friend gave that pebble a home, and in turn it gave her a name. Fid.
For every pebble kis gave fid, the black pebble's home became more and more like kis's glowing pebble. Fid begin to neglect her other dull pebbles and came to love her glowing pebble just as much as kis loved hers. And it loved her back. And it loved her so much, it trapped her so nobody else could see her and she could not see them.
Kis watched as her friend was imprisoned. Why would fid's pebbles do this? She had shown it love and given it a home. The longer fid was imprisoned, the stronger fid's glowing pebble glowed. One by one, fid's neglected pebbles begin to glow as well.
To Be Continued.
This story was about the evolution of life and civilization in the universe across billions of years, but portrayed as a short time from the perspective of the stars in our universe. It's intented to give a more innocent but critical view on life itself.
Calling the planets pebbles intends to portray them as tiny and fun to collect on the beach but ultimately insignificant in the grand scheme of things despite the unique shape, color and smoothness of each one. Tumbling for years, eventually being minimized to sand.
The black pebble is meant to represent a grand vessel taking that race to another solar system, but in perspective to the stars it is merely a black pebble. Seeing it as anything more is a bias human point of view.

Previous.
Captain Vohr’Doe walked along the hall of the crew quarters, hoping that Kyle wasn’t in his ‘living’ room; there was something he'd had delivered to his equipment room that she really wanted to see, but didn’t think it would be prudent to simply ask to see it. As Captain, she had - of course - been given an inventory of the items he had delivered, and while a lot of it seemed to be a bit much - like the meat smoking pit, along with the filters to keep his room safe - there was one thing that she couldn’t quite put in that same category, regardless of how much upkeep it would need.
She very well could have put in a call to security to find his location, but she knew he would be either in his ‘room’, or in his ‘equipment room’, and it was good to take a walk among your crew from time to time; let them know that you don’t think of yourself as better than them. So it was that she greeted the members of her crew that she passed, taking the time to speak to them, and make sure they were doing well. And so it was that she finally made it to his room, and pushed the call button. After waiting a few moments, she pressed it again. Finally, she decided he wasn’t in his room, and turned to head towards the elevator to take her down. However, she had barely taken three steps when he turned the corner, prompting the slightest twinge of disappointment.
He was dressed in a black silk shirt, with a pair of pants that were made to have lots of room in the legs. The waist obviously fit him, and yet, the legs themselves seemed to be made for someone much larger than himself, as his legs had plenty of space to move around inside the pants. They also had a peculiar color scheme, as the left half was all black, and the right half was a deep, vibrant red. There were pockets about halfway down the legs, with metal chains hanging on them. She could also see that he was barefoot, and while there was no rule saying he had to, she was aware that his people usually wore shoes when out in public. But, he wasn’t hurting anyone - namely himself, in this instance - so she didn’t bother about it. He was also still wearing the sun-shades that he had on before, and she had to wonder as to why seeing as she had read that Sol was just as bright on Earth as the lights on the ship. Perhaps the mahn’ewe operate under dimmer lighting? Two years would be time enough to shift someone’s vision.
He had in his left hand his tablet, his face pointed entirely at the screen, and in his right was a plastic container, that was square-shaped, with rounded corners, the base of which was the size of his whole palm, and which flared out about an inch along its length upwards. It was mostly full with what appeared to be tiny, tan-gray seeds, and even as she watched, Kyle lifted it to his mouth and simply stuck his tongue out, using his saliva to adhere the seeds to his tongue. He was just lowering his hand - having retracted his tseed-covered tongue back into his mouth - when he stopped, and she got the feeling that he’d finally looked up, and saw her; which was solidified when he said,
“Hey, Cap’n; fancy seeing you down here.” She didn’t miss the note of trepidation in his voice.
“Well,” she began, “I actually came down to see you. Do you have a minute to talk?”
“Of course,” he replied, “Here, or…?”
She smiled, and said,
“Your room should do fine, unless you wish to go somewhere else?”
“Oh,” he replied, somewhat flustered, “No, my room’s fine; just a second…” and he made his way over to his door, opening it for her.
And upon the door opening, she was at first confused, as she was confronted by a wood-paneled wall about six feet from the door. Then she realized that these were the crates his things had been shipped in. He must have had more things in them than she’d originally thought, as he had yet to unpack it all even after three Standard days aboard this ship. However, when she stepped in, and walked around the corner around ten feet to her left, she saw an entirely different sight.
To her right was a 7’-tall entertainment center, about 5’-wide, and a monitor inside that took up the entire space from left to right, though it was only about 4’-tall. The top of the monitor was about level with the top of her chest, with a shelf above it that was filled with various personal effects. Most all of these were variations of a winged lizard that looked remarkably like the reptile aspects of the drahk’mihn, not least of all because they were all different colors.
There were what looked like egg-shaped geodes, the upper ‘faces’ missing about a quarter of the ‘shell’ the insides each dyed one of the six primary and secondary colors, with a miniature lizard curled protectively around its corresponding color. There was a timer-glass - the bottom bulb containing red sand - with the side ‘pillars’ that connected the ‘cage’ holding the glass center steady being one of these creatures on each side, mirrored by identical creatures on the ‘bottom’, relative to whichever was on the top at any given turning. There was a large figurine that was of a multi headed example of these creatures, one red body, with multiple other colored heads, one being red, but the others being blue, green, black, and white. Everywhere she looked, there were figurines, pictures, and posters - held to the wall with magnets, it looked like - all of them containing these creatures in some setting or another. Just as she was about to comment on them, a light turned on on a nearby table, and she looked in over to see a white orb made of plastic. In certain parts, there was obviously more plastic layered than in others, creating ‘shadows’ across its surface. As she studied it, the ‘shadows’ seemed to look almost like craters.
“Earth’s moon?” she asked, turning to look at Kyle, who - she just noticed - wasn’t looking at her. In fact, he seemed to be looking for something. As she watched, he scanned his room, looking over every surface, and even under chairs, and in the space under his desk in the corner where his legs would go. He didn’t seem to notice she said anything, taking several seconds before he turned, looking at her with a slightly surprised look on his face, saying,
“Hmm?” distractedly, until his mind seemed to catch up to what she’d said, as he followed that up with, “Oh, right; yeah, that’s Luna. It was only ‘illustrated’ to show the light side, so the other side isn’t ‘stenciled’ to show the cities on the dark side.”
“Oh,” she replied, “I didn’t realize that Earth’s moon was tidally locked... Well, I can certainly understand the sentiment: no matter how much I enjoy being out among the stars, surveying new plants, my home planet will always hold a special place in my heart.”
“Pur’Rosse?” he asked politely.
She gave a small laugh, and replied,
“No, I was born on one of our colony planets: Clash’Rept. It’s not very large, or particularly important, but it’s home… If I’m interrupting your search for something…?” she finished, gesturing for him to continue. She saw him go a little red, as he sheepishly chuckled, and it was at that moment that she noticed something else: while he was still wearing his glasses, the lenses were now completely clear, with no tint at all. It seemed that he noticed what she was looking at, as he went slightly cross-eyed, then gave another small laugh.
“Just a second.” he replied with a slight smile, as he finished giving his room a quick sweep, then entered his connected bathroom. After about a minute in there, he stepped out, took off the glasses, and set them down on his bedside table. “A week was more than enough time for the A.I. studying the things I sent back to be able to reverse-engineer their cloaking devices, and then upgrade it. With that, comes the tech to detect them, if they happen to try sneaking up on me again.”
The fact that the mahn’ewe had access to invisibility technology wasn’t lost on her, however, she chose a more… intelligent question to ask.
“And you expect them to come here?” she asked with a slight smile.
He looked a bit ‘on-the-spot’, and gave a smile of his own.
“Well,” he replied, “Not exactly ‘expect’, but let’s just say I’m acutely aware of the possibility.”
She nodded, conceding the point, and decided that was a good enough explanation, so she changed the topic.
“And what are these?” she asked with a slight smile, “They look vaguely familiar.”
Kyle smiled at this, and he replied in a genuinely happy tone,
“Dragons; they can be found in the mythos of just about every human culture in history. They can range from benevolence, to malicious, and everything in between. They usually have control over some element, from fire, to ice, to lightning. Some legends have them controlling every element, or just being all-powerful… Plus, they just look cool.” he finished excitedly.
“Well,” she replied in a slightly amused voice, “I have to agree with you, there.” finishing with a light chuckle.
The conversation seemed to stall there, and Kyle was the one to broach the subject.
“So, you wanted to talk to me?” he inquired, with a note of trepidation creeping back into his voice.
“I did.” she replied, with a gentle firmness; she didn’t want him to feel more threatened than he already - obviously - was, “It’s come to my attention that you haven’t been interacting with the ship beyond your two rooms, and that you give the most minimalist of replies when addressed by your fellow crew members. And while there’s no rule that you have to interact with the crew, I’ve been informed that you haven’t even been to the cafeteria to eat. Obviously, I have no problem with you having your own food and cookware,” here she gestured to the air filter hanging over a stovetop/oven in the corner, “But it’s starting to unnerve the crew a bit. You must understand how it looks to someone on the outside: all anyone is aware of is that you’re a Class 12 aggressor. No one knows why you’re classified as such, and I know you don’t want to tell the story to anyone else; hells, I doubt you would want me telling the story on your behalf.
“So the only thing they have to judge you off of is the official Federal rating on you, and your behavior you exhibit in front of them. Now, I’m not asking you to spend all of your free time fraternizing with everyone you see. However, if you could just start by going to eat with everyone else - perhaps go down to the gun range? - I’m sure that you can meet new people, who simply want to know you… I read your psych report: I know what you went through as a child. And while I can’t guarantee that no one on this ship will bring back memories of the tormentors of your childhood, I can guarantee that the majority will leave you pleasantly surprised,”
If what she’d learned from her interactions with the suun’mahs, and the kanfi’doe - not to mention Kah’Ri - was anything to judge by, then he was very clearly expressing guilt, with his head dropped, and him seeming to be unable to make eye contact. Finally he broke the silence, looking at her sheepishly, saying,
“How far d'you think I can push the ‘unpacking my massive amount of personal items’?” with a shy smile on his face.
That drew out a genuine laugh from her, and she smilingly replied with,
“I think you’ve pretty much used up that time. I’m sure we could pass it off as the only reason you’ve been so reclusive, but it won’t work for very much longer.”
Kyle gave a resigned sigh, and in a matching voice said,
“Alright, I’ll go out more besides, you’re right about the gun range: I’ve only ever shot any guns once, when a… an acquaintance brought his pistol and rifle on a camping trip. I was invited to go to this National Park by some people at work, and I didn’t have a really good reason to refuse… Anyway, I really do have a few more things to do in my equipment room, though; so, would tomorrow be okay?”
She smiled at this, and said,
“That would be acceptable, thank you.” she didn’t want to end on this note, however, so she cast her mind around for anything to talk about, and her mind latched onto something,
“What was that that you were eating when you were in the hallway?” she asked, gesturing to the plastic container he’d set down on his desk.
He smiled at this, and brightly replied,
“Oh, those’re sunflower seeds; well, sunflower kernels seeing as they’ve already been shelled.” and here, he walked over to a cabinet that was used for storing utility items, which did have a few cleaning supplies in the bottom, but the shelves were filled with snack foods. From one shelf at about his shoulder, he pulled an unopened, identical container, and tossed it to her. Having removed the plastic film around the edge of the lid, she opened it, and - mimicking Kyle - she stuck her tongue into the mass of kernels.
The kernels - themselves - had a light, almost bland taste to them, but in a good way. There was a definite taste to them, and not so little that she actually needed so many at a time, but also not so strong as to be overpowering. It was very much something that she could eat if she was feeling ill, and having trouble keeping down more rich flavored food. Plus, the salt was applied in such amount as to enhance the flavor, and not to overpower it. She couldn’t find anything wrong with it. However, one thing occurred to her, somewhat belatedly.
“Are you sure this is safe for me?” she asked with a small smile.
“Yeah,” he answered, smiling, “Kay’Eighty’s already gone through the medical records of the different species, at least, what’s available to the wider public. There’s not really much that we can eat that other species can’t, and there’s not really much that you couldn’t eat, anyways.”
“Well,” she began with a slight laugh, “That’s good to know… Speaking of Kay’Eighty, may I meet her?”
“Of course.” he replied, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small blue box, that soon morphed into a foot-tall, human-shaped ‘robot’; though, ‘android’ would probably be a more fitting descriptor, at this point.
“Hello Captain Vohr’Doe,” she said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Captain Vohr’Doe smiled down at the tiny person, and replied,
“And you, as well. How are you enjoying your stay here; is there anything I can do to make your time here more…” She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say here: ‘inclusive’? ‘Enjoyable’? Whatever she wanted to say, it seemed that Kay’Eighty understood, as she responded with a polite smile, and to say,
“Thank you, Captain, but I have everything I need, supplied to me by the humans. All I need - really - is material to feed my nano-forge in the off chance that I were to lose any bots, for whatever reason, and - again - I have more than enough in storage.”
Not wanting to overstay her welcome, she decided to leave them to whatever they needed to do. So with farewells all around, she took her leave, carrying the container of sunflower kernels that Kyle gave her.
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Ah’Sheen hated being so small, at times. At only a foot tall - or two feet long on all fours, and counting their tails - the miu’alfar were the smallest sapient species in the known galaxy. Though, it wasn’t the Federation - in and of itself - that made it a problem, as there were all sorts of workarounds that the Federation went out of its way to implement that were to the benefit of the smaller species. But in every civilization, there were always the extremists. People who thought themselves superior to others for whatever reason, and thought that gave them the right to bully others. And that led to ‘trickle-down’ bullying, which led to her current situation.
The three rahv’oyeck that had been harassing her had been content to hurl insults at her, mocking her for being so small, even though the rahv’oyeck didn’t grow taller than two feet, themselves. But when she’d turned the corner into the connecting path - on a street it would be referred to as an ‘alley’, and in this case, wasn’t covered by the security cameras - her vision went completely dark, as one - or all - of them manipulated the light from her eyes. Unfortunately for her, she had been close to the edge when this happened, and her momentum couldn’t be stopped so suddenly, as she’d sped up to try to get away from them. This led to her falling the ten feet to the floor below. Luckily, her people could survive greater falls with minimal injury; it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, though, as she rolled into a sitting position, a bit winded from the impact.
Of course, this led to a cacophony of laughter above her, which quickly came down to her level, accompanied by the flapping of their wings. She heard the female of the group talking, first.
“Wow” she said in amused awe, “You made her eyes into mirrors! How’d you do that?”
The one to her left - a male - replied in a smug voice,
“Yeah, my dad taught me about that: basically, you just have to reflect all the light from a surface, and it makes a mirror; takes a lot of focus, though.”
“So,” said the one in front of her, a male, “Where were you heading, rodent?”
“Please,” she replied, “Leave me alone; I won’t tell anyone, just let me go.”
“I don’t know,” the one who was apparently blocking her vision said with vindictive pleasure, “We were on our way to lunch, and I’m thinking you might just make a tasty meal.”
There was laughter, then the female said,
“She may be small, but I don’t think you could finish her by yourself.”
“Oh, didn’t you know?” he asked, “Rodents have collapsible spines; I bet I could swallow her whol-rgck!”
His voice cut off into a choking sound, as at the same time, her vision came back. The first thing she saw was the two rahv’oyeck who were directly in front of her, and to her right; both of whom were staring - with their beaks wide open - at something above them all, and to her left. Looking in that direction, she saw Kyle, and an instinct to run and hide flashed up inside of her at the sight of him.
The first thing she noticed was his face, which was twisted into a pained-looking rictus, a bastardization of the smile he gave to Kah’Ri at lunch the other day. Firstly, there were too many teeth visible; as well as his gums. And though she couldn’t see his eyes, she was instinctively sure that there was zero amusement behind that ‘smile’. Backing this up was his right arm extended all the way out to his side, who’s hand was currently wrapped around the throat of the rahv’oyeck who had used his Gift on her. The fingers on the end of his wings were scrabbling at Kyle’s hand, trying to free himself, but Kyle’s fingers might as well have been made of steel, for all the good it was doing him; he finally settled on hanging on to Kyle’s hand to relieve the pressure on his throat, which Kyle didn’t seem to be squeezing enough to entirely cut off his air, though his hand was visibly shaking from the obvious restraint. His voice reflected that almost-painful restraint of rage as he - in the icy voice of a psychotic murderer trying to sound innocent - said,
“You know, I thought I heard the squawking of a bunch of seagulls, but turns out it was actually laughter. And so I thought to myself, ‘Hey, I like to laugh; maybe these seagulls’ve got some jokes.' So I decided to come and find out: What’s so funny?”
The other two just stood there, beaks still open, and a tremble now running through their bodies as they stared on in obvious terror; here was the Class 12 ‘beast’ Kor’Rah was referencing the other day. After a few seconds of silence, Kyle gave a casual flick of his wrist, sending the bird in his hand fluttering behind him, and showing a supreme lack of concern for the life he was literally holding in his hand just moments before. At the same time, he bent forward, reaching out towards them. The other two obviously - along with her, she had to admit - thought that he was reaching for one of them, as they both fell over themselves trying to scramble away from his outstretched hand. However, he surprised them all by grabbing Ah’Sheen around her waist in an unexpectedly gentle - while expectedly firm - grip, and lifting her up, placing her on his left shoulder as he straightened up. Looking down at the two in front of them, he said in soft growl,
“You know, humans have two rules -” here, he looked to the side, and his voice momentarily took on a bit of a distracted tone, “Actually, humans have a lot of rules - but two main ones that you’re dangerously close to breaking unforgivably. First and foremost being: don’t mess with my friends.” and here, he walked past them, leaving them staring up at him. She didn’t want to seem like she was making fun of him, but she felt he was leaving himself open to it from the other three there, so she sent a tendril of thought to his mind, which he accepted, and through it she said,
‘You said there were two, but you only told them one.’
She felt the smirk he was suppressing, and he said back,
‘I know, but there’s always one who has to be Billy Badass.’
Almost as if on cue, they heard a rather hoarse voice behind them say,
“Yeah, and what’s number two?”
Kyle stopped dead, and slowly turned, as she felt him let the rage bubble back up to the surface. She felt vindictive smile crack his face, and he practically growled through clenched teeth,
“Fuck around, and find out.” and with that, he took a quick, hard step forward, causing all three of them to scramble around, and take to the air, flying in the complete opposite direction. Kyle gave a snort of laughter, and continued on the way he was going, which turned out to be to the elevator. He was about to push one of the buttons, when he froze, seeming to think of something.
“Um,” he began, “Where were you going, by the way?”
She gave a slight laugh, and said,
“Well, I was going to lunch; why, where are you going.”
“Oh,” he replied, “I was heading to my equipment room, but I can drop you off on my way.”
“Oh,” she said, “Well, if you’re not going, then I can wait for a while: they mentioned that they were heading to lunch, as well, and I don’t want to deal with that. You can set me down here: I’m sure they won’t try anything, again.”
But Kyle was still for a few seconds, before he pushed the button to take them to the equipment rooms.
“I got something that can hold you over till dinner.” he said as the doors began to close.
She wanted to decline - not because she was afraid of him, but because she didn’t want him to go through any undue effort on her part - but she thought better of it; if for no other reason, than to ‘force’ him to put her down would be to take another fall similar to the one she just took earlier, and she didn’t want to go through that again. Soon enough, they were in front of his equipment room, and he motioned for it to open, and she was confronted with a wall of wooden crates. Kyle didn’t seem to be bothered by it, as he turned to his left, and walked around the corner, revealing a mostly clear room. He had obviously put his stuff away, seeing as the room was mostly clear, with the only thing out of the ordinary was a big rectangular metal box in the far corner, and a bunch of large canvases on the walls. The canvases were all of various things, from a dark forest, to nebulae, to a ‘cartoon’ tree, with a large gray trunk, and purple leaves, with golden light shining through the cracks.
Kyle walked over to the box, setting her - along with his sunglasses - down on the desk that came with the room beside the box, he opened said box, pulling out two cylindrical plants with long, green leaves. Each was individually wrapped in plastic, and were quite obviously frozen. As he walked over to one of the closets that lined the walls, he opened it to reveal a large cooking pit. He walked a bit further in, and picked up a smaller pit, one that was just barely taller than herself. He set this one beside the larger one, filled it with lumps of what appeared to be coal, and set it alight. He reached up, and turned on what she took to be an air filter, judging by the sound of an air-intake. As he stepped back, her eyes moved past him, to the spot that was hidden from her view before, as this was on the other side of the box ‘wall’ he seemed to have purposely constructed, and she couldn’t help but gasp when she saw it.
There, to the right of his door - though you wouldn’t know that walking in, obviously - was a 10’-tall tree, and as unexpected as a tree on a ship would be, it was what the tree bore that was the real shocker. For all over it, from the highest branches, growing from vines that wrapped their ways around the trunk, to other, thicker vines that grew around the base, sprouting large green fruits, some of them even bigger than she was, as well as a yellow-tan plant that had almost sharp-looking leaves sprouting out of the top. Kyle followed her gaze, and in a smiling voice, said,
“Oh, yeah; that’s my fruit tree.” he said, as he walked over and picked her up, taking her over to the tree, “Those are apples: ‘red crisp’, there, and those are called ‘granny smith’. The red ones are sweeter, while the green ones have a more tangy bite to ‘em. Those’re ‘oranges’, and the larger ones are called ‘grapefruits’; ‘mangoes’, ‘pomegranates’, ‘peaches’, and ‘bananas’. On the trunk are red and green ‘grapes’, ‘strawberries’, ‘blackberries’, ‘raspberries’, ‘blueberries’, ‘passionfruit’, and ‘dragonfruit’. Down there are ‘watermelons’, and ‘pineapples’. Just a small sample of the fruits from Earth, but the ones I’m most familiar with.”
She was stuck staring in awe, and finally found her voice enough to ask,
“How are there so many different fruits on one tree?”
“Well, before the scientists moved on to manipulating the human genome, they started with plants. Besides making actual hybrids - like, mixing the qualities of multiple fruits together - they made hybrid plants wherein they grow multiple different instances of fruits, or vegetables, like this one.” and with this, he reached out, and pulled a large bunch of the ‘strawberries’ from the vines, using his shirt as a makeshift ‘basket’.
He then took her back to the desk, and set her down, then returned to the opened closet and retrieved a machine that looked like some kind of food processor: it was a large pitcher that sat in a smaller machine-base, with four small blades at the bottom of the pitcher. After he set that down on the desk, and plugged it in, he took the remaining leaves off of the strawberries, and dumped them - one by one as he finished with them - into the processor. Reopening the freezer, he scooped out some ice with a metal scoop, and filled the pitcher almost to the top. He then went over to another closet, and this one was more shallow - mostly a closet to hold coats - that had been converted into a liquor cabinet, stocked floor to ceiling with many different spirits of many different colors. He selected a clear bottle, and closed the closet, returning to the desk.
After he poured a measured amount into the pitcher, he put the lid on the top and - while holding it down, one finger hovering over one of the buttons, he looked over at her and said,
“This’s gonna be kinda loud.”
She covered her ears, and he pushed the button, activating the blades to begin pulverizing the contents of the pitcher. After almost a minute, the harsh crushing, grinding sound fell away, replaced by the loud wiring of mechanical parts. Kyle shut the machine off, and reached into a cabinet over the desk, pulling out two glasses, one several inches taller than the other. After he poured the delicious-smelling drink into the glasses, he handed her the smaller one, and she took an experimental sip: it was delicious., and she told him so.
After he had taken his own drink of the mix - and nodded his thanks to her - he reopened the box, this time reaching into the furthest-most left side, on the other side of the partition, where items that needed to be kept cold - but obviously not frozen - were kept, and pulled out a bowl with a lid on it. Looking over at her, he asked,
“How are you with… ‘jhode’yuus’, the drahk’mihn would call it; we call it ‘butter’ - at least, in English, we do.”
“That’s not a problem,” she replied, “Being a mammal, milk - and milk by-products - are easily digestible by herbivores; it’s the actual meat that we can’t process.”
“Cool.” was all he said, and proceeded to open the bowl, taking a plastic seal off the top. Out of the cabinet to the right of the one containing his glasses, he pulled a small rectangular box, from which he extracted two long sheets of some thin metallic material. He folded them in half long-ways, and cinched the ends together, the metal being extremely pliable. Taking a spoon out of one of the desk drawers, he then scooped a large dollop of the ‘butter’ into each ‘trough’ that he’d made, and opened the two containers, pulling out the vegetables inside, stripping the outer leaves from the seemingly now-thawed vegetables, revealing the yellow-white kernels that were hidden beneath.
“This’s called ‘corn’,” he stated, “More specifically, ‘corn-on-the-cob’. There are several ways to prepare corn, but by far the best way to do it is like this. You can boil it in a pot - sure - but I prefer to boil it in butter, on the grill.” and with that, he set each ‘cob’ of ‘corn’ on the bed of butter, closing the metal over the tops of each. He then took the metal-wrapped vegetables over to the pit, and set them on it, placing the lid back on the pit.
He came back, and sat down at the desk, taking a large - for her, anyway - drink from his glass, and she was suddenly struck by the silence. It occurred to her that asking ‘how have you been’ would be both hollow, and a bit invasive, seeing as they’d only met once. She looked up at him, wanting to say something, but still not knowing what to say, her mouth left slightly open. However, when she looked at him, she saw a strange smirk on his face, and before she could think of anything to say, he took the initiative, answering as if she’d asked a question.
“I’ve been good - well,” he said in a slightly distracted voice, “As good as can be expected, anyways. I’ve been mostly just unpacking; been doing that for the past three days. I haven’t encountered anyone tryin’ to mess with me, but I’m guessing that’s ‘cause they don’t wanna be killed - or eaten - by the ‘Class 12 monster’.” he finished with a smirk.
“Well,” she began in an almost flustered voice, “I’m sure that’s not…” she then thought better of her response, “Yeah, that’s probably it. There’s never been a Class 12 sapient species make it very long before driving themselves to extinction. People fear what they don’t know.”
“Yeah,” he replied easily, “I’m used to that. But we’re not really a ‘Class 12’ under most circumstances. I mean I’m sure you - as an expeditionist - know that a species isn’t rated on their everyday behavior, so much as their most extremes. And actually - for the most part - you’ll have to worry about humans trying to pet the various sapient races, as they’ll see them as just ‘too cute’.” he finished in an amused voice.
She hesitated for a moment, and found the courage to ask - albeit, in a timid voice -
“What… What made them classify you as a ‘12’, then?”
The look he gave her, it wasn’t anger; actually, it wasn’t anything. If she had to name the expression on his face, it would be ‘neutral’. However, there was a deepness to his eyes when he looked into hers, a dark pit of emotions that she felt could swallow her whole if she gazed too long into the abyss of his pupils. Then he blinked slowly, and that was replaced by a gentle sadness as he replied,
“Trust me, you don’t wanna know.” and though his voice had a note of that gentle sadness his eyes held, there was no anger, or offense; something happened on that ship that he knew would damage her. A notion crossed her mind then, of a temporarily insane example of the creature who wanted so badly to crush the life from the rahv’oyeck he held in his hand, with no filter, no control. A slight shiver went down her spine, and she gave a small nod of agreement. He gave her a gentle smile, and changed the subject.
For the next six Standard minutes, or so, they talked about their homes. He had given her his native language, stating it would be easier for them to speak in their own languages; he already had her’s, of course.
He told her about going camping back on Earth, the animals he saw, the wild apple tree he found, and even showed her photos on his personal communication device from Earth. And she was in awe at the beautiful landscapes he showed her, from green clearings in the middle of a vibrant forest, to a lake with a horizon of hills behind it, and even some animals, a lot of which looked unfamiliar, though she did see a black animal version of a galan’zhee. It was about as tall as the grass around it, and she was amazed when he told her that the grass was level with his own head. She wondered how he could take that picture with such a large apex predator looking at him - as it was in the picture - and she was shocked when he told her that all you have to do with 'black bears' is to make a lot of noise, and make yourself look big; that for all the damage they could do, they’re really just big balls of fear.
From there, he inquired about her home life, and so she told him about the colony planet she was born on. It was not really much different than the pictures on his device, with the notable exception that there were no predators larger than an adolescent miu’alfar, and those are very skittish as it is, avoiding any life forms bigger than themselves. There was also the notable difference - from Moor’Ess - of there being a definite day/night cycle, and how they didn’t need sunglasses to operate in brighter lights. He informed her that he wore them to protect his eyes, and that at home, he would block all windows from allowing natural light in.
It was during this that something from before occurred to her.
“Say, Kyle: did you really mean what you said to them, back there?” she asked a bit timidly.
Kyle scowled at the walled-off door, as if they were waiting outside.
“Damn straight.” he practically growled, then his expression cleared into one of slight confusion, and he looked over at her, saying, “Wh- um… Just so we’re like, on the same page here: what-uhh, what part did you mean?”
She laughed a little at this, and with a bit more confidence said,
“The part where you called me your friend.”
Kyle’s eyes opened a bit wider at that, and she got the distinct impression that he’d been caught off guard with that, but instead of trying to backtrack on it, he simply asked,
“Well, shouldn’t I?” with a funny little smile on his face.
“Well, no-” she replied, slightly flustered, “I mean, yes, I just… I mean, we just met; I didn’t want to assume… I mean…” she trailed off, not really knowing what to say. But to her relief, Kyle’s laugh that followed was one of polite amusement.
“It’s okay, I understand… Nah, humans are a social species, even introverts like myself. If there’s no reason *not* to be friends with someone, we can usually ‘buddy up’ fairly quickly. Add in the fact that we’ve been dreaming of ‘aliens’ since before we had radio waves, and most people out here’ll be hard pressed to find an enemy in humans. Not to mention that you all look like some kind of animal from back home, and yall’ll be havin’ to beat humans off with a stick; metaphorically speaking, of course…. Mostly, anyways…” to which they both had a good laugh.
Finally - though she barely noticed the time go by - he went to the pit and took the corn from the heat, and put the lid back on, closing the door behind him.
“I’ll deal with it all later,” he said with a small laugh, the metal-wrapped corn being held in his shirt, like the strawberries had been.
She chuckled, herself, as he pulled plates from one of the cabinets over the desk. After setting each ‘cob’ of corn down, he took the handle of the spoon, and used it to tear open the metal wrapping, spilling out the corn ,as well as the ‘butter’ it was cooked in; and the smell was absolutely divine. After he had poured out the contents of each wrap, and they had allowed it a couple minutes to cool, they dug in, with Kyle providing another large dollop of butter on each plate, instructing her that the best way to eat it is to slather it with butter, which was easiest done by simple rolling the corn in the butter.
It was delicious; better than the smell, even. For several minutes, they were both silent, each enjoying the crisp, rich taste of the Earth food. Finally, they had cleared the cobs of all the edible kernels, and had also each taken a bit of time to gnaw on the film that surrounded said kernels, that had stayed stuck to the cob. Kyle then went over to the tree and collected a large bunch of fruit, consisting of a couple peaches, a bunch of red grapes, a bunch of blackberries, and a few strawberries. He took them over to the desk, collected a bowl from another cabinet, and after retrieving a knife from the desk, began cutting up the bigger fruits into smaller pieces, depositing them in the bowl. After he was done, he shook the bowl around, effectively stirring the fruit without any utensils. He then set the bowl down, and retrieved two forks from the desk. He set one down in front of her and - with a slight smile -asked,
“You okay with sharin’ a bowl with me, or would you prefer your own?”
She picked up the fork and - without a word - began spearing pieces of fruit. He gave a small smile at that, and she could have sworn she saw a bit of relief in that smile, but she was focused on eating her dessert. And it was delicious, as well.
Not that any of the fruit she was eating was necessarily better than any she’d eaten before, but it was all entirely new, and all delicious. She particularly liked the peaches, though calling them the ‘best’ was only possible by a small margin.
They wound up spending all day in his room, talking about their lives back home, their likes and dislikes, and generally just becoming friends. She was a bit surprised at how easy it was to talk to him, and the more she got to know him, the more she believed that she didn’t want to know why his race was a Class 12.
She also met the A.I. that had volunteered to work with him - she was not assigned to him, as the humans accepted their A.I. as equals, and didn’t treat them as simple computer programs. And she had to admit, Kay’Eighty was a very personable being, being just as emotive as any biological person she’d ever met.
They had a nice dinner in his equipment room, him grilling a steak on the smaller pit in his closet, along with some of the salad he’d made for her, consisting of what he called ‘lettuce’, ‘tomatoes’, ‘cucumbers’, slivers of ‘carrots’, and ‘croutons’, which were little squares of re-baked bread, which left them more crunchy than if it had simply been toasted. Once again, everything was delicious.
Finally, she began to feel the effects of having been drinking and talking all day, and began to feel drowsy. Upon noticing this, Kyle began cleaning up, then - more gently than before - lifted her to his shoulder, again, and as such, they left his equipment room. From there, he escorted her directly to her ‘living’ room, where he bid her goodnight, waiting to leave until the door closed behind her.
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I am not born nor living in the US. I am not anti LGBT, I am genuinely confused by an argument that I saw again and again when trying to protect human rights, especially in north America (did not see it as much in Japan where I live or Europe where I was born and raised):
It is usually a variation around the fact that being gay is not a choice, it is who you are.
First I am not, absolutely not, challenging the veracity of that statement.
But my question is, why is that an important argument?
In my mind, even if it was a choice, it would still be ok, and should still be protected. Why does it have to not be a choice to make it right?
I am assuming that reasoning was born as some counter argument in the past?
I am genuinely confused as of why if homosexually was a choice it would not be ok ? It does not impact me, nor my life, I should not have a say in anything others do with other consenting adults, regardless of it being a choice or the definition of who you are ?!
What am I missing here?

Introduction
Hi reddit! I've been playing a Dungeons and Dragons campaign in a homebrew campaign setting for over two years. So I just thought it would be nice for you and for me to share with you what I already know about my world. (Maybe this post also has a place on the Worldbuilding subreddit?) This post will be released in several parts which should arrive in the following days. Hoping that you like it !
What is Edoryä?
Edoryä is the name given by the elves to the Material Plane but which was then taken up by almost all other cultures to designate the World. It's a rich and expansive High Fantasy world (a bit darker in places) with late medieval technology. Many different kingdoms and dozens of unique races spanned the four continents of Dovania, Ta'nari, Atane, Ukrai, and Ikza. Edoryä is full of fantastic environments: from the black sand desert of Chur'muzzor, through the skyland of Zynx, to the mountains of the Dragon's Teeth and so on. Come and discover the 230 playable races offered by this campaign setting, the hundreds of kingdoms, a unique magic system and a rich and epic History.
Religion
Originally there were three primordial goddesses: Izra (Isis), Avoree (Hera), and Larone (Hella). These three sister goddesses have spawned the three families of gods: the House of Dawn, the House of Noon, and the House of Twilight, which then make up all the other deities descended from the three goddesses. The Church of Dawn, the Church of Noon and the Church of Twilight are the three most powerful and widespread religious forces (at least on the continent of Dovania) but many other pantheons exist and more or less coexist peacefully (the Elvish Triad, the House of the Anvil and the Hammer, or even the Celestial Bureaucracy). The gods live in the Outer Planes that make up the multiverse (see below in the post) but some minor deities like the demigods have a home on the Material Plane. Finally there are also certain entities that do not fit into any pantheons, the Elemental Gods, the Great Old Ones, the Arch Fairies, the terrifying Demon Lords, the vile Archdevils or the ignoble Pandaemons. The different cults have engaged in many holy wars in history to bring more power to their divinity because the truth and that the gods and goddesses draw their divine power from the veneration that brings them mortals. Some deities in the past have not been able to attract enough worshipers to become a god worthy of the name, some of these failed gods have at best become great spirits or protective saints, at worst they have simply ceased to exist.
Magic and types of Magic
In Edoryä magic is rare and can be very dangerous if not properly wielded. Some individuals called "awakened" are able to use magic as they please, but often this comes at a price. Magic also imbues certain objects and places some creatures are able to wield magic naturally. The Awakened's birth percentage rate depends entirely on their race (elves for example are more prone to magic than orcs) and place of birth. In order not to have to rewrite all the spells of D&D 5e, I have for the moment decided to take their model of the types of magic, by adding several other types.
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• Arcane Magic: Spellcasters who wield arcane magic (such as wizards, bards, or artificers) draw magic from what I call "Magic Streams" or "Magic Winds." Kinds of invisible flows sweeping Edoryä like sea currents. Each Magical Wind corresponds to a School of Magic: abjuration, illusion, necromancer, invocation and so on. To be able to cast an illusion spell, for example, the spell caster will have to channel the Wind of Illusion in order to be able to draw from it the energy necessary to cast his spell. Magical Winds are usually calm but just like with real wind, there can be magical storms and it's unclear why. The magic winds are: Kuolias is the wind of abjuration represented by the color blue, Vethreth is the wind of divination represented by the color purple, Quouvir is the wind of enchantment is represented by the color pink, Otirkul is the wind of evocation is represented by the color orange, Haaster is the wind of illusion represented by the color gray, Xandartis is the wind of invocation represented by the color yellow, Zenheros is the wind of necromancy represented by the color green, and Farxis is the wind of transmutation represented by the color indingo.

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• Divine Magic : Clerics, Paladins, Demigods, or Oracles derive their spells from the magic bestowed by one or more gods. I haven't changed much to this type of magic which is quite similar to what is already presented in the basic manuals of D&D 5e. The concept is that the deities of Edoryä can grant spells to some of their followers, but these followers must in exchange perform certain rituals and be "Awakened" to the magic of the gods. Any priest cannot cast spells, and some gods only grant a spell under certain conditions or at certain times.

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• Primary Magic : Some spellcasters, such as druids, and some magical races and species, such as elves, can cast spells using nature's essence. In reality, every tree leaf, every pebble, every field, every bird, every tree contains magic influenced by Mother Earth and nature spirits. Using primary magic is not given to everyone, for this it is necessary to have a mutual respect with nature and to perform certain rites. Primary magic is generally used to cast healing spells or spells related to the earth or plants. Be careful, however, some forbidden spells feed on primary magic and suck the life force of living beings to feed them but leave only death behind them. This type of magic must be used with caution because it is a question of drawing its powers directly from the energy of the planet, so it should not be abused.
  
• Pact Magic : Warlocks, Shamans, Blood Mages, and Summoners derive their power from a pact they have made with a creature such as a demon lord, archfairy, ancestor, or spirit called the godfather that provides it with a source. of magic. Pact Magic is similar to Divine Magic but requires an agreement with the godfather in question. Usually the creature asks for something in exchange for its powers or it does it out of gratitude. Some spell casters force their godfather to give them power without their consent, others are their slaves, others still (rarely) have a romantic relationship with him or her. The way to make a pact varies greatly between the godfathers, some spellcasters have found themselves linked to one of them without even realizing it. Be careful however to respect the conditions imposed by his godfather, or you could lose your powers... and your soul.
  
• Planar Magic : Planeswalkers, Elementalists, and many off-plane creatures and races such as fiends, celestials, faeries, or elementals derive their power directly from their home plane with which they are deeply connected. The nature of the spells granted by Planar Magic varies according to the plane in question, but it requires having an innate link with it. When a creature bound to a plane dies, its soul returns to that plane.
  

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• Psychic Magic : Psions, Mutants, Illusionists and creatures like Aboleths or Mind Flayers have the rare and incredible ability to use the power of their minds to warp reality, influence the minds of others and much more. Anyone with a conscience can theoretically be a Psychic, but it takes a lot of practice and in most cases, psychic spellcasters have an innate gift for manipulating their conscience and that of others. Psychic magic is arguably one of the most dangerous types of magic, the caster is dependent only on themselves to cast spells and can do so very discreetly. Luckily this is the rarest type of magic on this list. Some inexperienced and over-eager young mages have tried to awaken to psychic magic but the price to pay for failing to awaken one's spirit is terrible, incompetent psychics can see their spirits broken and their conscience fade or go out of their minds

I will detail the rest of this campaign setting in other posts, this was just an introduction. I hope this has made you want to know more about Edoryä.

Nine months ago, my (30F) mother adopted/bought a 5 month old toy poodle puppy. It was her (and everyone in the family’s) first dog. My mother had both retired and subsequently been widowed when my father suddenly passed away the year before, and we had been talking a lot about how a small dog would be a good companion for her during this next phase of her life. We had also researched breeds and landed on a small poodle being the ideal one for her. But the decision of getting this particular puppy was still very spontaneous, and in hindsight we were incredibly naive. The puppy showed up on our country’s equivalent to Craigslist. The story was that the owner had gotten sick and couldn’t take care of it and her son was now selling it for her. We decided to go meet the puppy. It was the sweetest thing ever and my mother ended up bringing it home that day. One month later my mother fell ill and it turns out she has stage 4 cancer. It’s an aggressive kind and she has already outlived the statistics. We are not expecting her to make it past this summer. To say it’s been devastating losing my father and then realizing I’ll lose my mother soon too is an understatement, but that’s not what this post is about so I’ll leave it at that.
Since my mother got sick, I’ve been off work taking care of her and living in her house, so I’ve also been raising the puppy. I have no experience with dogs and especially in the beginning I also had very little emotional capacity and physical energy for raising the dog as it should have been, but she’s such a smart and sweet little dog, somehow she has turned out really well anyway. She would make a fantastic addition to any loving home. (The only issue is that we never really got the chance to teach her how to be alone as there is always someone in the house (my mother really wants to be at home and receive her care here as much as possible and only goes to the hospital when absolutely necessary, in which cases I’ve arranged for sitters when visiting my mother). But I’m sure this could be worked on.)
Now to the dilemma. I cannot keep this dog once my mother is gone. The life I’m supposed to return to is just not cut out for having a dog. I have a very demanding job with regular work weeks of 50 hours and peak ones that can reach nearly the double of that. I live by myself in an apartment in a big city. I’ve thought about giving up my career for the dog but I’ve already lost so much, this feels like losing the last part of the person I used to be. So even though it pains me and I’ve spent a lot of time debating the issue with myself, I’ve realized I’ll eventually need to find a new home for the dog. The problem is that the dog has a severe case of patellar luxation and tibial torsion on her left knee. She started limping soon after we got her and it’s progressively gotten to the point where she now walks mostly on three legs. Because my mother got her when she was already 5 months old, insurance won’t cover treatment. I had decided I’m going to pay for the surgery and help her through recovery before finding a new home for her. I was hoping I’d managed to do this before my mother passes. The dog was supposed to have her surgery yesterday, but once sedated, the surgeon not only discovered that the issue with her left knee is much more complicated than expected - so they had to stop the procedure - she also has luxation grade 2 or 3 out of 4 on her right knee (they previously thought it was grade 1) and will need surgery on that one too. The surgeon does say that she can try to fix the left knee with a different surgical technique, but that recovery will be really hard and there is a chance it won’t heal well. And then she’ll still need to have the normal patellar surgery on her right knee later. The surgeon told me that if this was her dog, she would not have put her through all of this, and would have euthanized her, but in the end it was up to me if I wanted to go ahead with the surgeries.
I really don’t know what the right thing to do is and I’ve been up all night thinking about this. The way I see it I have four options. Option 1 is to go ahead with the surgery on her left knee, hope it’s successful, help her through the recovery which will be longer and more difficult than with a regular patellar luxation surgery and will probably overlap with my mother’s death, and then try to find her a new home that will commit to also paying for and helping her through surgery on her right knee. Option 2 is the same as option 1 but in addition asking for even more (unpaid) leave from my work to help her through surgery 2 as well before searching for a new home for her if both surgeries have turned out well. Option 3 is to surrender her to a shelter now and put her through the ordeal of being torn away from the person she has been with 24/7 for most of her life (me) as well as then enduring these two procedures while under the care of a shelter or a new home - if the shelter doesn’t decide to have her euthanized. Option 4 is to euthanize the sweetest little fluff ball ever because of something that’s potentially fully treatable. What do I do!? 😭

Im in a certain blood set and most of my friends are in jail. I myself was thinking of going to jail too. I don't value myself. I joined the set because I was protecting someone close to me from another gang because they threatened to hurt them. I'm going to accept the consequences if I carry out the mission on my own but it does suck. My best friends are Gone possibly forever. My day ones. I still have a couple around but it's not the same you know. No female can replace a bond between my friend group. They were my niggas lol but yeah I'm only 18 and kinda willing to throw my life away already. My heart feels so cold everyday. From drug addiction to doing shit in the streets. From being abandoned at a young age to being homeless with my family. From people always looking down on me and the darkness I surrounded myself with. I despise humans besides my best friends and my family. I hate people. I'm ready to go I really don't care if I live or die. It's crazy because even my therapist told me at a young age I'd be a threat to society anyways. I'd be afraid to admit she was right. Materialistic things don't matter to me. I feel as if almost my only purpose is living for my gang. I don't feel happy ever. I just hate everyone and everything. I'm ready to go. I miss my friends. goodbye.

Iran has a long history of persecuting minorities, which has been a cause for concern for human rights organizations and the international community for decades. Minorities in Iran have faced discrimination and oppression, including limitations on their religious and cultural practices, restrictions on their political rights, and systematic discrimination in education and employment. The question now arises, is there any hope for change?
The Historical Context of Persecution of Minorities in Iran:
The history of persecution of minorities in Iran dates back centuries, with many communities having faced oppression and marginalization at different times. The Baha’i community, which is the largest non-Muslim minority in Iran, has faced systematic persecution since the establishment of the Islamic Republic in 1979. The Baha’is have been subjected to arbitrary arrests, torture, and executions, and have been denied access to education, employment, and healthcare. The Iranian government also restricts their right to practice their religion, and their properties are often seized by the authorities.
Other minorities, including Christians, Jews, and Sunni Muslims, have also faced persecution and discrimination. For instance, members of the Ahwazi Arab community in Iran have faced violence and marginalization, and their rights to language, culture, and land have been systematically denied. Ethnic Kurds and Balochis have also faced repression, with the government limiting their access to education and employment, and suppressing their cultural and linguistic rights.
The Recent Developments:
Despite the long history of persecution of minorities in Iran, there are some signs that change may be possible. Recently, the Iranian government has taken some steps to address the grievances of minorities, including recognizing some of their cultural and linguistic rights. For instance, the government has allowed some minority languages to be taught in schools, and has taken measures to protect historic sites of minority communities.
Moreover, some Iranian officials have publicly acknowledged the need to address the grievances of minorities and to promote equality and justice. In a speech in 2021, Iran’s President Ebrahim Raisi emphasized the need to respect the rights of minorities and to promote their participation in the country’s political and social life. He also pledged to address issues related to discrimination and marginalization of minorities.
The Possibility of Change:
While these developments are positive, it remains to be seen whether they will lead to meaningful change for minorities in Iran. The history of persecution and discrimination is deeply entrenched in Iranian society, and addressing it will require sustained efforts and political will. The Iranian government needs to take concrete steps to protect the rights of minorities, including ensuring their access to education, healthcare, and employment, and promoting their cultural and linguistic rights. It is also important for the international community to continue to pressure the Iranian government to respect the rights of minorities and to hold it accountable for any violations.
Conclusion:
In conclusion, the history of persecution of minorities in Iran is a cause for concern, but there are some signs of hope for change. The Iranian government has taken some steps to address the grievances of minorities, and there are officials who are committed to promoting equality and justice. However, it remains to be seen whether these developments will lead to meaningful change for minorities in Iran. The international community needs to continue to pressure the Iranian government to respect the rights of minorities and to hold it accountable for any violations.

Nine months ago, my (30F) mother adopted/bought a 5 month old puppy. It was her (and everyone in the family’s) first dog. My mother had both retired and subsequently been widowed when my father suddenly passed away the year before, and we had been talking a lot about how a small dog would be a good companion for her during this next phase of her life. We had also researched breeds and landed on a mini or toy poodle being the ideal one for her. But the decision of getting this particular puppy was still very spontaneous, and in hindsight we were incredibly naive. The puppy showed up on our country’s equivalent to Craigslist. The story was that the owner had gotten sick and couldn’t take care of it and her son was now selling it for her. We decided to go meet the puppy. It was the sweetest thing ever and my mother ended up bringing it home that day. One month later my mother fell ill and it turns out she has stage 4 cancer. It’s an aggressive kind and she has already outlived the statistics. We are not expecting her to make it past this summer. To say it’s been devastating losing my father and then realizing I’ll lose my mother soon too is an understatement, but that’s not what this post is about so I’ll leave it at that.
Since my mother got sick, I’ve been off work taking care of her and living in her house, so I’ve also been raising the puppy. I have no experience with dogs and especially in the beginning I also had very little emotional capacity and physical energy for raising the dog as it should have been, but she’s such a smart and sweet little dog, somehow she has turned out really well anyway. She would make a fantastic addition to any loving home. (The only issue is that we never really got the chance to teach her how to be alone as there is always someone in the house (my mother really wants to be at home and receive her care here as much as possible and only goes to the hospital when absolutely necessary, in which cases I’ve arranged for sitters when visiting my mother). But I’m sure this could be worked on.)
Now to the dilemma. I cannot keep this dog once my mother is gone. The life I’m supposed to return to is just not cut out for having a dog. I have a very demanding job with regular work weeks of 50 hours and peak ones that can reach nearly the double of that. I live by myself in an apartment in a big city. I’ve thought about giving up my career for the dog but I’ve already lost so much, this feels like losing the last part of the person I used to be. So even though it pains me and I’ve spent a lot of time debating the issue with myself, I’ve realized I’ll eventually need to find a new home for the dog. The problem is that the dog has a severe case of patellar luxation and tibial torsion on her left knee. She started limping soon after we got her and it’s progressively gotten to the point where she now walks mostly on three legs. Because my mother got her when she was already 5 months old, insurance won’t cover treatment. I had decided I’m going to pay for the surgery and help her through recovery before finding a new home for her. I was hoping I’d managed to do this before my mother passes. The dog was supposed to have her surgery yesterday, but once sedated, the surgeon not only discovered that the issue with her left knee is much more complicated than expected - so they had to stop the procedure - she also has luxation grade 2 or 3 out of 4 on her right knee (they previously thought it was grade 1) and will need surgery on that one too. The surgeon does say that she can try to fix the left knee with a different surgical technique, but that recovery will be really hard and there is a chance it won’t heal well. And then she’ll still need to have the normal patellar surgery on her right knee later. The surgeon told me that if this was her dog, she would not have put her through all of this, and would have euthanized her, but in the end it was up to me if I wanted to go ahead with the surgeries.
I really don’t know what the right thing to do is and I’ve been up all night thinking about this. The way I see it I have four options. Option 1 is to go ahead with the surgery on her left knee, hope it’s successful, help her through the recovery which will be longer and more difficult than with a regular patellar luxation surgery and will probably overlap with my mother’s death, and then try to find her a new home that will commit to also paying for and helping her through surgery on her right knee. Option 2 is the same as option 1 but in addition asking for even more (unpaid) leave from my work to help her through surgery 2 as well before searching for a new home for her if both surgeries have turned out well. Option 3 is to surrender her to a shelter now and put her through the ordeal of being torn away from the person she has been with 24/7 for most of her life (me) as well as then enduring these two procedures while under the care of a shelter or a new home - if the shelter doesn’t decide to have her euthanized. Option 4 is to euthanize the sweetest little fluff ball ever because of something that’s potentially fully treatable. What do I do!? 😭

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  I am a Muslim, and I work in Saudi Arabia. I have been married for 7 years and have a 6-year-old son. For the past 2-3 years, my wife has been cheating on me.All this happened when I used to leave for work and she lived alone here in India. She used to give my mom sleeping pills, and then her partner used to come to my house. This was revealed to me when a neighbour (a friend) sent me a video asking, "Do you know this guy?"He frequently comes to your house". I was broken into pieces. I began looking for evidence without acting emotionally.I discovered that guy's Instagram account, and my female friend assisted me in communicating with him using a fake ID. I made him confess how all this was happening, how they met, how many times they had a physical thing, and he also sent me( to the fake ID) my wife's pictures and some of her bold pics when I forced that I wanted to see her. He also confessed that my wife's plan was to kill me at some point when she would be fully satisfied. I have the screen recording of all those chats and video calls, which clearly shows his face and his voice. The whole colony is an eyewitness to him hanging around my house every night.
  
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  All I want is to get rid of her having custody of my son. The house is half in my name and half in my mother's name and that is the only asset i got. How can I protect the house, and will she seek alimony if I file for divorce? If yes, how can I escape it? It's clearly her fault, and moreover, she's ruined my life and my son's life.
  

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§ 8. As from the direct light of the sun to the borrowed light of the moon, we pass from the immediate idea of perception, which stands by itself and is its own warrant, to reflection, to the abstract, discursive concepts of the reason, which obtain their whole content from knowledge of perception, and in relation to it.
As long as we continue simply to perceive, all is clear, firm, and certain. There are neither questions nor doubts nor errors; we desire to go no further, can go no further; we find rest in perceiving, and satisfaction in the present. Perception suffices for itself, and therefore what springs purely from it, and remains true to it, for example, a genuine work of art, can never be false, nor can it be discredited through the lapse of time, for it does not present an opinion but the thing itself. But with abstract knowledge, with reason, doubt and error appear in the theoretical, care and sorrow in the practical. In the idea of perception, illusion may at moments take the place of the real; but in the sphere of abstract thought, error may reign for a thousand years, impose its yoke upon whole nations, extend to the noblest impulses of humanity, and, by the help of its slaves and its dupes, may chain and fetter those whom it cannot deceive. It is the enemy against which the wisest men of all times have waged unequal war, and only what they have won from it has become the possession of mankind. Therefore it is well to draw attention to it at once, as we already tread the ground to which its province belongs. It has often been said that we ought to follow truth even although no utility can be seen in it, because it may have indirect utility which may appear when it is least expected; and I would add to this, that we ought to be just as anxious to discover and to root out all error even when no harm is anticipated from it, because its mischief may be very indirect, and may suddenly appear when we do not expect it, for all error has poison at its heart. If it is mind, if it is knowledge, that makes man the lord of creation, there can be no such thing as harmless error, still less venerable and holy error. And for the consolation of those who in any way and at any time may have devoted strength and life to the noble and hard battle against error, I cannot refrain from adding that, so long as truth is absent, error will have free play, as owls and bats in the night; but sooner would we expect to see the owls and the bats drive back the sun in the eastern heavens, than that any truth which has once been known and distinctly and fully expressed, can ever again be so utterly vanquished and overcome that the old error shall once more reign undisturbed over its wide kingdom. This is the power of truth; its conquest is slow and laborious, but if once the victory be gained it can never be wrested back again.
Besides the ideas we have as yet considered, which, according to their construction, could be referred to time, space, and matter, if we consider them with reference to the object, or to pure sensibility and understanding (i.e., knowledge of causality), if we consider them with reference to the subject, another faculty of knowledge has appeared in man alone of all earthly creatures, an entirely new consciousness, which, with very appropriate and significant exactness, is called reflection. For it is in fact derived from the knowledge of perception, and is a reflected appearance of it. But it has assumed a nature fundamentally different. The forms of perception do not affect it, and even the principle of sufficient reason which reigns over all objects has an entirely different aspect with regard to it. It is just this new, more highly endowed, consciousness, this abstract reflex of all that belongs to perception in that conception of the reason which has nothing to do with perception, that gives to man that thoughtfulness which distinguishes his consciousness so entirely from that of the lower animals, and through which his whole behaviour upon earth is so different from that of his irrational fellow-creatures. He far surpasses them in power and also in suffering. They live in the present alone, he lives also in the future and the past. They satisfy the needs of the moment, he provides by the most ingenious preparations for the future, yea for days that he shall never see. They are entirely dependent on the impression of the moment, on the effect of the perceptible motive; he is determined by abstract conceptions independent of the present. Therefore he follows predetermined plans, he acts from maxims, without reference to his surroundings or the accidental impression of the moment. Thus, for example, he can make with composure deliberate preparations for his own death, he can dissemble past finding out, and can carry his secret with him to the grave; lastly, he has an actual choice between several motives; for only in the abstract can such motives, present together in consciousness, afford the knowledge with regard to themselves, that the one excludes the other, and can thus measure themselves against each other with reference to their power over the will. The motive that overcomes, in that it decides the question at issue, is the deliberate determinant of the will, and is a sure indication of its character. The brute, on the other hand, is determined by the present impression; only the fear of present compulsion can constrain its desires, until at last this fear has become custom, and as such continues to determine it; this is called training. The brute feels and perceives; man, in addition to this, thinks and knows: both will. The brute expresses its feelings and dispositions by gestures and sounds; man communicates his thought to others, or, if he wishes, he conceals it, by means of speech. Speech is the first production, and also the necessary organ of his reason. Therefore in Greek and Italian,, speech and reason are expressed by the same word; Logos¬, il discorso. Vernunft is derived from vernehmen, which is not a synonym for the verb to hear, but signifies the consciousness of the meaning of thoughts communicated in words. It is by the help of language alone that reason accomplishes its most important achievements,—the united action of several individuals, the planned co-operation of many thousands, civilisation, the state; also science, the storing up of experience, the uniting of common properties in one concept, the communication of truth, the spread of error, thoughts and poems, dogmas and superstitions. The brute first knows death when it dies, but man draws consciously nearer to it every hour that he lives; and this makes life at times a questionable good even to him who has not recognised this character of constant annihilation in the whole of life. Principally on this account man has philosophies and religions, though it is uncertain whether the qualities we admire most in his conduct, voluntary rectitude and nobility of feeling, were ever the fruit of either of them. As results which certainly belong only to them, and as productions of reason in this sphere, we may refer to the marvellous and monstrous opinions of philosophers of various schools, and the extraordinary and sometimes cruel customs of the priests of different religions. It is the universal opinion of all times and of all nations that these manifold and far-reaching achievements spring from a common principle, from that peculiar intellectual power which belongs distinctively to man and which has been called reason. Besides this, no one finds any difficulty in recognising the manifestations of this faculty, and in saying what is rational and what is irrational, where reason appears as distinguished from the other faculties and qualities of man, or lastly, in pointing out what, on account of the want of reason, we must never expect even from the most The philosophers of all ages may be said to be on the whole at one about this general knowledge of reason, and they have also given prominence to several very important manifestations of it; such as, the control of the emotions and passions, the capacity for drawing conclusions and formulating general principles, even such as are true prior to all experience, and so forth. Still all their explanations of the peculiar nature of reason are wavering, not clearly defined, discursive, without unity and concentration; now laying stress on one manifestation, now on another, and therefore often at variance with each other. Besides this, many start from the opposition between reason and revelation, a distinction which is unknown to philosophy, and which only increases confusion. It is very remarkable that up till now no philosopher has referred these manifold expressions of reason to one simple function which would be recognised in them all, from which they would all be explained, and which would therefore constitute the real inner nature of reason. It is true that the excellent Locke in the “Essay on the Human Understanding”, very rightly refers to general concepts as the characteristic which distinguishes man from the brutes, and Leibnitz quotes this with full approval in the “Nouveaux Essais sur l'Entendement Humaine” But when Locke comes to the special explanation of reason he entirely loses sight of this simple, primary characteristic, and he also falls into a wavering, undetermined, incomplete account of mangled and derivative manifestations of it. Leibnitz also, in the corresponding part of his work, behaves in a similar manner, only with more confusion and indistinctness. In the Appendix, I have I have fully considered how Kant confused and falsified the conception of the nature of reason. But whoever will take the trouble to go through in this reference the mass of philosophical writing which has appeared since Kant, will find out, that just as the faults of princes must be expiated by whole nations, the errors of great minds extend their influence over whole generations, and even over centuries; they grow and propagate themselves, and finally degenerate into monstrosities. All this arises from the fact that, as Berkeley says, “Few men think; yet all will have opinions.” The understanding has only one function—immediate knowledge of the relation of cause and effect. Yet the perception of the real world, and all common sense, sagacity, and inventiveness, however multifarious their applications may be, are quite clearly seen to be nothing more than manifestations of that one function. So also the reason has one function; and from it all the manifestations of reason we have mentioned, which distinguish the life of man from that of the brutes, may easily be explained. The application or the non-application of this function is all that is meant by what men have everywhere and always called rational and irrational.

Car has a ford 1.6L gas engine, 100hp, manual transmission (design 2000, made 2008)Fuel pump never changed. Total mileage is very low (less than 45.000 km)Car started normally today, with fuel on the last white mark (usually I refuel more often)Went straight to the gas station, refueled to about 4/5 capacity, and then the car wouldn't start. The fuel pump sound when turning the key (before ignition) is very faint, almost non existent, so I figure this a fuel pump issue.Why would this happen immediately after refueling? Did the old pump got pressured too hard because of low fuel before? Or could be the fuel from the gas station be of very bad quality?Any tricks to actually make the engine start? I tried having sb hit the fuel pump below while igniting the engine, no joy, it just ignited for less than a sec and turned off immediately, twice :( But now it won't start at all again. At that point I had to stop to preserve battery life (battery is ok so far)

Im upset with feeling low on my deen, especially during this time of the month Ramadan but I cannot help wondering some questions. If someone could guide me it would be helpful. In my opinion, I feel that women are always second in Islam, Adam sa was created first so does that mean that would be just here to please men? I feel that we alone are not enough generations we hear that baby girls are murdered because they are seemed as less than a man until Islam came to say this is wrong. Mothers are truly appreciated in Islam but I feel that we are not seen as a person alone. Only as wife, daughter or mother than we have some ranking. Do some men not see us as humans with personality. Do most just love us because of those titles?
We all know that the idea of polygamy in Islam is for men to provide for orphans, widows and the poor. So it is an exception not defult or biologically they are in need of more than one wife. So my question is why can’t women also provide for men who choose not to work or are not able to do so? Are men not able to be okay with polygamous? We know that it's human nature to feel jealousy just as the prophet Sa wife Ayesha ra did. Are some women only okay with it because of society?
I know there are roles for both men and women and procedures and rules. But as a woman sometimes my deen feels weak because I may feel that it's unfair. Sometimes it feels like we are just objects men always speak for women saying we are okay with this or that. I feel that women are always taught to be obedient and just obey. With the right man, it would feel okay as we know he has huge responsibilities and will get punished if he disobeys Allah. but if the roles were reversed how would men feel?
We are all slaves to Allah. But girls we must obey, our parents then our husband and if he passes away our son has more power over us. We need his authority to leave the house travel so on. I really hope people don’t take this the wrong way I just want confirmation or feel contempt.
Divorce in sharia law a man can say divorce three times and then women have to obey. Men can marry another without the permission of the wife. How can men be that cruel not to care about our feelings. If it's written in nikah conditions then the wife is allowed to divorce straight away. After she has spent most of her life with him. Also, did Allah create men to be that obsessed with the desire for women’s bodies. I know some women who can lust over a man's hands or voice but mostly everything is awra for her because men can’t control themselves.
Lastly, this has broken my heart and I continuously cry but I can't seem to find an answer that I’m contempt with. There are many debates about "Hoor al ayeen" but we know that it exists. 72 pure virgins with the most beautiful eyes. I know your wife will be even better but thanks now I know that my man can also be with another one in dunya and akhira. it feels so hurtful that it never ends. The quran mentions breasts but men also have them so some say it's only women and some say it's both. But from a hadith that I have read the companion of the prophet Sa who died as a maytr on the battlefield. He had a wife in the dunya and still got hoor in Jannah. It leaves me feeling like are women objects of desire. its all we are seen as that's why we are covered up to protect us from getting men lusting. I also read which has helped my perspective that some men and women in the dunya don't have good spouses so they receive hoors. This makes sense but what about the ones that are happily married and do not desire it. Is it wrong to reject that gift of god? In the Quran it also says that the reward for women is unimaginable so it might not be hoors. However, we can ask whatever we wish for so if we want a spouse it's fine. But I do not want to share my partner in this life or the hereafter. Some say its like a reality a dream so even if he has in your reality he doesn't. Somehow still don't feel easy. Are we all just going to be wired to feel satisfaction which is why there's no jealousy there.
Did god really create women to be accepting or wanting of just one man while men can be with others. It's almost like our feelings don't matter or we shouldn't have them.