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2023.03.30 05:38 JolyneSupremacy Patellar instability issues and the constant threat of knee dislocations

Hi guys, I’m new to the subreddit but just wanted to share my journey with my knee over the years and see if anyone has any advice/similar experiences. I’m 24 F, 5’4” 140 lbs. My knee has been dislocating since I was probably 7 years old or so, but I didnt start PT until I was 10. PT never did anything when I was a kid because my legs were strong (I did competitive dance growing up) and it was more frustrating and annoying than anything. I went to dozens of orthopedic surgeons over the years, and they all prescribed PT. Finally when I was 14 I had surgery (I forget what it was called, but it was an invasive reconstruction where they took part of my hamstring and used it to tighten my kneecap in place of the ligament that was completely shaved down from all the dislocations). The recovery was horrible. I couldnt walk for probably 4 months total, and because of my many years of unhelpful PT leading up to the surgery, and the fact that I was a defiant 14 year old, I didnt take my exercises seriously and never fully regained the muscle in my quad. Since the surgery, my left leg has been significantly smaller and weaker than my right. But my knee stopped dislocating, for about 2 years. The first dislocation post surgery was awful; I couldnt walk for a few days, I felt so frustrated and disheartened. And since then it’s dislocated a handful of times, and has had “partial dislocations” (meaning it starts to dislocate but stops because I bend my knee in time, but it swells up and is tender for a while afterward) many times. It’s unpredictable when it will dislocate next, but the most recent one was the scariest one I’ve had. I was cleaning off my car during a snowstorm and it just dislocated because I stepped the wrong way. Usually when it dislocates it goes back on its own pretty quickly, but this time it didnt go back right away. Luckily my mom was nearby and she came over and helped me out, and it eventually went back. I struggled to walk for a few days afterwards, but as always it went back to normal after a couple of days. I recently started taking dance classes again (after a nearly 10 year break post surgery) and it has been such a great activity for me to get back to. I have to wear my knee brace whenever I do any sort of physical activity more intense than walking, and luckily it’s never dislocated with the brace on. All this to say I’m still incredibly frustrated with my knee and the outcome of the surgery I had 10 years ago. I try not to blame myself for the poor recovery because I was just a kid when I got the surgery, but unfortunately the facts are that I didnt recover properly and I’m still paying the price today. I havent gone and seen another surgeon since the surgery (besides once when I was having unrelated knee pain in my other knee and the guy couldnt care less about the pain and just wanted to get me into surgery for my bad knee right away, waste of time). I’ve been meaning to call, but I’m just so defeated at this point, and another surgery doesn’t sound like the best idea right now. And I still have such a strong aversion to PT since it never helped me as a kid, but I know it might be different now.
TL;DR I have major dislocation problems in my knee and never fully recovered from an intensive surgery I had at 14. My leg is a lot weaker than it should be. Does anyone have a similar experience to this where they maybe didnt fully recover from a surgery they had? Or they had really weak quads and PT helped? It’s a constant source of stress and anxiety in my life that I’m afraid will never go away, and I’m having a harder and harder time coping with it as I get older. Just looking for support here ❤️
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2023.03.30 05:32 No_Fee_5034 Oriana Fallace and the EU

Thursday, April 25, 2002
Columnist Oriana Fallaci: On Jew-Hatred in Europe
Columnist Oriana Fallaci: On Jew-Hatred in Europe
[Originally published in Italian in the Panorama magazine , April 17, 2002 ]

I find it shameful that in Italy there should be a procession of individuals
dressed as suicide bombers who spew vile abuse at Israel,
hold up photographs of Israeli leaders on whose foreheads they have drawn
the swastika, incite people to hate the Jews. And who, in order to see Jews
once again in the extermination camps, in the gas chambers, in the ovens of
Dachau and Mauthausen and Buchenwald and Bergen-Belsen et cetera, would sell
their own mother to a harem.

I find it shameful that the Catholic Church should permit a bishop, one with
lodgings in the Vatican no less, a saintly man who was found in Jerusalem
with an arsenal of arms and explosives hidden in the secret compartments of
his sacred Mercedes, to participate in that procession and plant himself in
front of a microphone to thank in the name of God the suicide bombers who
massacre the Jews in pizzerias and supermarkets. To call them "martyrs who
go to their deaths as to a party."

I find it shameful that in France, the France of Liberty-Equality-
Fraternity, they burn synagogues, terrorize Jews, profane their cemeteries.

I find it shameful that the youth of Holland and Germany and Denmark flaunt
the kaffiah just as Mussolini's avant garde used to flaunt the club and the
fascist badge.

I find it shameful that in nearly all the universities of Europe Palestinian
students sponsor and nurture anti-Semitism. That in Sweden they asked that
the Nobel Peace Prize given to Shimon Peres in 1994 be taken back and
conferred on the dove with the olive branch in his mouth, that is on Arafat.

I find it shameful that the distinguished members of the Committee, a
Committee that (it would appear) rewards political color rather than merit,
should take this request into consideration and even respond to it. In hell
the Nobel Prize honors he who does not receive it.

I find it shameful (we're back in Italy) that state-run television stations
contribute to the resurgent anti-Semitism, crying only over Palestinian
deaths while playing down Israeli deaths, glossing over them in unwilling
tones. I find it shameful that in their debates they host with much
deference the scoundrels with turban or kaffiah who yesterday sang hymns to
the slaughter at New York and today sing hymns to the slaughters at
Jerusalem, at Haifa, at Netanya, at Tel Aviv.

I find it shameful that the press does the same, that it is indignant
because Israeli tanks surround the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, that
it is not indignant because inside that same church two hundred Palestinian
terrorists well armed with machine guns and munitions and explosives (among
them are various leaders of Hamas and Al-Aqsa) are not unwelcome guests of
the monks (who then accept bottles of mineral water and jars of honey from
the soldiers of those tanks).

I find it shameful that, in giving the number of Israelis killed since the
beginning of the Second Intifada (four hundred twelve), a noted daily
newspaper found it appropriate to underline in capital letters that more
people are killed in their traffic accidents. (Six hundred a year).

I find it shameful that the Roman Observer, the newspaper of the Pope- -a
Pope who not long ago left in the Wailing Wall a letter of apology for the
Jews--accuses of extermination a people who were exterminated in the
millions by Christians. By Europeans.

I find it shameful that this newspaper denies to the survivors of that
people (survivors who still have numbers tattooed on their arms) the right
to react, to defend themselves, to not be exterminated again.

I find it shameful that in the name of Jesus Christ (a Jew without whom they
would all be unemployed), the priests of our parishes or Social Centers or
whatever they are flirt with the assassins of those in Jerusalem who cannot
go to eat a pizza or buy some eggs without being blown up.

I find it shameful that they are on the side of the very ones who
inaugurated terrorism, killing us on airplanes, in airports, at the
Olympics, and who today entertain themselves by killing western journalists.
By shooting them, abducting them, cutting their throats, decapitating them.
(There's someone in Italy who, since the appearance of Anger and Pride,
would like to do the same to me. Citing verses of the Koran he exhorts his
"brothers" in the mosques and the Islamic Community to chastise me in the
name of Allah. To kill me. Or rather to die with me. Since he's someone who
speaks English well, I'll respond to him in English: "Fuck you.")

I find it shameful that almost all of the left, the left that twenty years
ago permitted one of its union processionals to deposit a
coffin (as a Mafioso warning) in front of the synagogue of Rome, forgets the
contribution made by the Jews to the fight against
fascism. Made by Carlo and Nello Rossini, for example, by Leone Ginzburg, by
Umberto Terracini, by Leo Valiani, by Emilio Sereni, by women like my friend
Anna Maria Enriques Agnoletti who was shot at Florence on June 12, 1944, by
seventy-five of the three-hundred- thirty-five people killed at the Fosse
Ardeatine, by the infinite others killed under torture or in combat or
before firing squads. (The companions, the teachers, of my infancy and my

I find it shameful that in part through the fault of the left--or rather,
primarily through the fault of the left (think of the left that
inaugurates its congresses applauding the representative of the PLO, leader
in Italy of the Palestinians who want the destruction of
Israel)-Jews in Italian cities are once again afraid. And in French cities
and Dutch cities and Danish cities and German cities, it is
the same.

I find it shameful that Jews tremble at the passage of the scoundrels
dressed like suicide bombers just as they trembled during Krystallnacht, the
night in which Hitler gave free rein to the Hunt of the Jews.

I find it shameful that in obedience to the stupid, vile, dishonest, and for
them extremely advantageous fashion of Political Correctness the usual
opportunists--or better the usual parasites--exploit the word Peace. That in
the name of the word Peace, by now more debauched than the words Love and
Humanity, they absolve one side alone of its hate and bestiality. That in
the name of a pacifism (read conformism) delegated to the singing crickets
and buffoons who used to lick Pol Pot's feet they incite people who are
confused or ingenuous or intimidated. Trick them, corrupt them, carry them
back a half century to the time of the yellow star on the coat. These
charlatans who care about the Palestinians as much as I care about the
charlatans. That is not at all.

I find it shameful that many Italians and many Europeans have chosen as
their standard-bearer the gentleman (or so it is polite to say) Arafat. This
nonentity who thanks to the money of the Saudi Royal Family plays the
Mussolini ad perpetuum and in his megalomania believes he will pass into
History as the George Washington of Palestine. This ungrammatical wretch who
when I interviewed him was unable even to put together a complete sentence,
to make articulate conversation. So that to put it all together, write it,
publish it, cost me a tremendous effort and I concluded that compared to him
even Ghaddafi sounds like Leonardo da Vinci. This false warrior who always
goes around in uniform like Pinochet, never putting on civilian garb, and
yet despite this has never participated in a battle. War is something he
sends, has always sent, others to do for him. That is, the poor souls who
believe in him. This pompous incompetent who playing the part of Head of
State caused the failure of the Camp David negotiations, Clinton's
mediation. No-no-I-want-Jerusalem-all-to-myself. This eternal liar who has a
flash of sincerity only when (in private) he denies Israel's right to exist,
and who as I say in my book contradicts himself every five minutes. He
always plays the double-cross, lies even if you ask him what time it is, so
that you can never trust him. Never! With him you will always wind up
systematically betrayed. This eternal terrorist who knows only how to be a
terrorist (while keeping himself safe) and who during the Seventies, that is
when I interviewed him, even trained the terrorists of Baader-Meinhof. With
them, children ten years of age. Poor children. (Now he trains them to
become suicide bombers. A hundred baby suicide bombers are in the works: a
hundred!). This weathercock who keeps his wife at Paris, served and revered
like a queen, and keeps his people down in the shit. He takes them out of
the shit only to send them to die, to kill and to die, like the
eighteen-year-old girls who in order to earn equality with men have to strap
on explosives and disintegrate with their victims. And yet many Italians
love him, yes. Just like they loved Mussolini. And many other Europeans do
the same.

I find it shameful and see in all this the rise of a new fascism, a new
Nazism. A fascism, a nazism, that much more grim and revolting because it is
conducted and nourished by those who hypocritically pose as do-gooders,
progressives, communists, pacifists, Catholics or rather Christians, and who
have the gall to label a warmonger anyone like me who screams the truth.
I see it, yes, and I say the following. I have never been tender with the
tragic and Shakespearean figure Sharon. ("I know you've come to add another
scalp to your necklace," he murmured almost with sadness when I went to
interview him in 1982.) I have often had disagreements with the Israelis,
ugly ones, and in the past I have defended the Palestinians a great deal.
Maybe more than they deserved.

But I stand with Israel, I stand with the Jews. I stand just as I stood as a
young girl during the time when I fought with them, and when the Anna Marias
were shot. I defend their right to exist, to defend themselves, to not let
themselves be exterminated a second time. And disgusted by the anti-Semitism
of many Italians, of many Europeans, I am ashamed of this shame that
dishonors my Country and Europe. At best, it is not a community of States,
but a pit of Pontius Pilates. And even if all the inhabitants of this planet
were to think otherwise, I would continue to think so.
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2023.03.30 05:23 JulianMarcello Just not excited…

I’m looking for a second vehicle since I’ll probably be regularly lending my daily driver to my daughter when she gets to driving age. My budget is $34,000 or less and figured that since my daily driver is a very sensible “dad-mobile”, that I’d look into something fun to drive. I went to the Carmax near me and nothing really excites me. Perhaps I am not that much into cars, but surely something is out there that is fun in my price point. I would need to finance anything over $15k. Suggestions?
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2023.03.30 05:10 birdman914 [WTS] Surefire, Q, DA Keymo, Vortex, Geissele, Arisaka

Selling all of my excess pieces and my optics as my astigmatism doesn’t work with dot sights anymore.
Muzzle Devices 1. Surefire closed tine Warcomp BNIB 5.56 $125 2. Surefire Blast Warden QD light salt $200 3. Keymo BNIB flash hider 1/2-28 with shims $80 4. Keymicro 5/8-24 $80 5. Guntec 1/2-28 barrel shroud $35 6. Q Cherry Bomb 5/8-24 mocked up/never fired $80 7. Q Whistle Tip mocked up/ never fired $80
Trigger 8. Geissele SSA-E installed but never fired $180
Gas blocks - both are pinned and non adjustable 9. .625 gas block $25 10. .750 gas block $25
Mount 11. Arisaka offset M-Lok scout mount $40
Optics 12. Vortex Strikefire II green dot $80 13. Daniel Defense Fixed irons set $75 14. Sig Romeo 7S OpMod green dot $75 15. Sig Romeo 5 LNIB only mounted once $100 16. Vortex Crossfire II 3-9x40 V-Plex never mounted or fired $75
Please comment prior to sending PM. Only accepting G&S due to flair. Let me know if any of my prices seem off!
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2023.03.30 05:08 Blursed-Penguin No Rest for the Wicked 21



At some point during the journey aboard the RCX Yekaterinburg, someone had set up a display in the commons showing the names of all the militaries assembling on Omen, in order to boost the morale of the incoming Russians. Of course, the US’s forces were first on the list, being first to arrive, but then came the Bundeswehr, and then, curiously enough, the French Foreign Extraplanetaries. ANZAC, the Royal Marines, and the JSDF came next, followed closely behind by the remainder of Unified Combat Command. It was an impressive show of force, but it would be a nightmare to coordinate. Svetlana just hoped the people in charge of this whole operation hadn’t slept through their foreign language classes.

The Yekaterinburg dropped out of warp within visual range of the USS Montana, which provided yet another boost to morale. During the Contact Wars, the Montana had driven back a previous attempt to invade New Vancouver near-singlehandedly, routing an Intruder fleet with a mixture of genius maneuver and overwhelming firepower and achieving the highest kill count of any human spacecraft before or since. The sight of the hulking missile battleship and its veteran crew was a welcome sight. It would remain in orbit, raining kinetic impactors on anything impervious to regular bombing.

However, not all was well. When they were still a day out, word had made it to the Russians that the same fleet that had carried out the devastation of New Vancouver had arrived in-system, having more than recouped their losses in the engagement with Admiral Kuznetsov. Instead of a task force of six, it was a flotilla of more than two dozen, with more to arrive in the coming days. Already, there were nicknames for its enigmatic leader, some more vulgar than others, but the most popular of them was “The Cornered Fox of the Void,” the story being that they had escaped destruction by the Nikitovna by showing unbelievable aggression, driving them aside with threats of a ramming maneuver before using their own ships as shields to cover their retreat and evacuation of a further ten thousand captives.

Still, that wasn’t relevant to now. Svetlana couldn’t afford to distract herself with “what-ifs” and whatnot. Determining everything that could go wrong in a war was a one-way ticket to an asylum.

The Yekaterinburg quivered as though alive as it broke through Omen’s aerospatial boundary. Blinding orange light shone through every porthole, and the craft left a trail of white condensation behind it. Svetlana braced herself in her chair, clenching her body when the ship began to decelerate. Someone always braced a little too late and lost bowel control in these descents, and Svetlana was determined not to be the unlucky one.

The G-force let up after a minute or so and the ship settled into a gentle float about a kilometer in the air, its ventral guns scanning the ground below. A moment later, a general alert went over the intercom, instructing all ground forces to prepare for disembarkation. Svetlana stood, grabbing her cap and jogging from the commons to the shuttle bay. Along the way, she passed an embarrassed-looking maintenance tech, who hastily darted into a bathroom.

The shuttle bay was nothing if not hectic, but it was especially frenzied now. Exosuited technicians scurried around, arming and refueling the shuttles. Most of the aircraft were the common dual-engine variant, but there were also a few haulers, with an engine nacelle on each corner of the fuselage instead of wings. Those would be used to offload the various vehicles and heavy machines of their forces.

“Fall in!” their commander shouted. Svetlana and the rest of the officer corps rushed to their places in formation, the enlisted following shortly behind. The shuttle bay was just barely large enough to harbor the men, the shuttles, and the support staff.

Admiral Kuznetsov turned to face his charges, lips pursed and brows furrowed. His uniform was untidy, which was quite unlike him, and there were great big bags under his eyes. He looked like he had aged ten years in a few days.

“Today, men, you are doing what the Russian military has never done: you are landing on a real, not simulated, enemy planet. The backbone of this world’s force is broken, but they are far from pacified, and with the Cornered Fox in our orbit, it is likely they will be receiving reinforcements soon. USSAC is already gathering a fleet to intercept them, but it’s unlikely they’ll be able to decisively engage them before they bring themselves to bear upon us.

“I expect you not to buckle under their assaults, no matter how withering. You will perform to the best of your ability, and you will show these degenerates,” Svetlana cringed at the sheer vitriol in the word. “why Russia was feared and hated for so long. And you will show them that we are still to be feared today. Am I clear?”

“Sir, yes sir!” everyone called simultaneously.

“Good. Dismissed,” Georgy bowed his head and let them proceed to their shuttles. Svetlana, however, took a brief detour to him.

“Hey, are you feeling alright?” Svetlana asked.

“Oh, I’m fine. I’m… I’m just tired. I don’t think I’ve slept in a few days.” Georgy said. He was in his mid-sixties, and it was in these moments that Svetlana was reminded of his age. He seemed smaller and frailer than normal. He had already served long enough to earn his pension, but Svetlana suspected that he wouldn’t have anything left to live for if not for the military, so he remained diligent as ever.

“Why, what’s wrong?”

Georgy frowned, considering whether or not to tell her. Then, he smiled half-heartedly. “It’s nothing you need to worry about, Svetka. Just admiralty things.”

It was a flat-faced lie, but Svetlana understood why he told it. “Okay then. Just… tell me if you need me, okay? You can’t just go on working yourself to death.”

“Well, either I work myself to the bone out here or you do in a mine somewhere in the orgy of imperialism they call a state. Just…” Georgy teared up for a moment. Svetlana couldn’t bear to see the invincible officer cry, so she grabbed him in a powerful bear hug, choking back her own sobs. Georgy soon reciprocated the gesture, wetting her shoulder as he rested his head on her.

“You’re the only thing I have left, Svetka. Don’t let them catch you. Don’t let them take you and turn you against everything we stand for. Please.” Georgy whimpered. In this moment, he was just a fragile, pitiful old man, completely vulnerable, a war hero no longer. This was just too much.

I promise! I promise, I promise, I promise.” Svetlana cried, bursting into tears. For a few minutes, they stood like this, propping each other up, trying not to let the horror of this situation overwhelm them completely. As Svetlana regained her bearing, a fell anger gripped her.

“War should be a curse word.” she spat.

Georgy looked up at her with a similar fire in his eyes. “In-fucking-deed.”

“Everyone unpack your weapons quickly! Los, los, los!” the 467th’s commander yelled as the first of the shuttles touched down on what would soon become Fort von Richthofen. As the loading doors of the hauler unsealed and descended, Hersch turned on the Leopard’s engine and eased it down the ramp and towards the rally point.

A Sternjager in a spacesuit waved them in the correct direction, his special-forces insignia glinting in the harsh blue sunlight. Johann couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be dropped straight from orbit and practically crash-landed into enemy territory. Hersch maneuvered the tank into its designated spot and switched it off, the crew dismounting.

Oberst-leutnant Weiss, Hauptmann Hess and crew reporting for assignment, sir!” Johann saluted the 467th’s commander. Weiss returned the salute.

“Speak with Hauptmann Myers; he’s the Panzergruppen’s leader, he might have something for you to do.” Weiss ordered. Johann nodded, mouthing a quick “yes sir” before running to the outskirts of the camp.

The Panzergruppen were so named for their ultra-heavy suits of powered armor, treading the delicate line between exosuit and war stomper. Just barely short of three meters tall, their armor marked with tallies, an iron cross displayed prominently on each shoulder in metallic paint, they were nothing if not imposing. Johann and his crew were just lucky they weren’t armed at the moment, instead busying themselves carrying two-ton reinforced barriers to the outer boundaries, two men to a wall segment.

Captain Myers saw the three as they approached, no emotion visible from behind his composite-armored gas mask. “Captain Hess reporting for duty, sir.” Johann nodded.

“And I assume these two are under your command?” Myers’ voice was distorted and harsh; he must’ve “forgotten” to maintain his vocoder in order to sound more intimidating.

“Yes, sir.”

Myers grunted in acknowledgement. “String out the razor wire and set up the MG emplacements.”

“Yes, sir.”

The work was long and dangerous, even with cut-resistant gloves. Thankfully, none of them sustained more than a few nicks, along with a few bruises when Hiedrich accidentally dropped an M2 on Johann while they were bringing it to its place in the defenses. A few hours later, they, along with many other tank crews, had succeeded in setting up the beginnings of the perimeter. With luck, the engineers would handle the trench-digging, heavy emplacements, and other heavy lifting tasks of the construction.

With his work done, Johann was on his way back to the base when Svetlana appeared seemingly out of the blue.

“Did they really name this place after the Red Baron?” she asked.

“Gah!” Johann yelped, jumping back. “Don’t do that!”

Svetlana put her hand over her mouth, apparently a habit of hers. “Oh, did I startle you?”

Johann, flustered, tried to play it down. “You just caught me off guard. It’s okay, and, yes, they did name the base after him.”

“Wouldn’t it be a better name for an airfield?”

“Probably, but I wasn’t there to name it.”

Svetlana nodded pensively. “We’ve set up camp about a kilometer to the west. It means we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other, eh?”

A rush of worry flooded through Johann. “Svetlana, you can’t just say that in public.”


“Well, you outrank me, and if people find out about us, they’re going to ask if it’s consensual, if you pulled rank to force me into it…” Johann put two fingers to his lips, collecting his thoughts.

“Even if I say everything’s fine, they might not believe me. I don’t want you endangering your job, Svetlana.”

Svetlana’s eyes widened. “I didn’t even think of that.”

“It’ll probably be fine, but we need to be careful. Just watch who’s around when you’re talking, okay?”

“Alright, then.” Svetlana nodded. They walked in silence from then on.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Johann asked. By this point, they had covered half of the camp.

“I was just taking a tour of the accommodations and thought you would make a good walking partner.” Svetlana shrugged.

“Fair enough.” Johann responded. Just at that moment, a transport ship steamed overhead, a blue-and-purple flag hastily stenciled on one side. It banked a few degrees to the right, then fired its main engines and flew north.

“Who was that?” Johann pointed at the outgoing craft.

“They call them the Free Poslush Army. Turncoats, basically.” Svetlana explained.

“They aren’t all brainwashed?”

“Apparently, they only do that for the people old enough to remember life before their conquests. Must be too expensive to brainwash every one of however many billions they have.”

“Even then, why would the Poslushi fight their own government?”

“Their culture puts a lot of value on mental and emotional abuse; it’s something about expunging hesitation and cultivating loyalty. It’s been this way for centuries, but I guess some people are just meant not to accept it.”

Johann pursed his lips and looked down. “Interesting.”


The bulbous, ovoid craft of the 1st Bombardier Legion were the first to reinforce the 1447th after Wakizashi put in a call for reinforcements, followed shortly after by the sleek, bird-like ships of the Aralu Janissaries and the bright iron-colored ships of Her Dominance’s Twelfth Judicial Guard. Rapier may have had his preconceptions about the Viceroy, but she sure had contacts.

“What do you know of the conquests of our great founder Sunsword, Captain-General?” Wakizashi asked from atop her throne.

“I’ve read every annal of her exploits that I could find, Viceroy.” Rapier replied semi-passively.

“Do you know of the Battle of Jhoda?”

“Yes, Viceroy; it’s the most famous of the Venerable Ancestor’s victories.”

“So you remember her heroic charge uphill to defeat the forces of the Tenth Warlord?”

Whatever divine exists, please no, Rapier thought. “Yes; her courage under fire won the day there.”

“There are two encampments of the enemy located on a ridge our forces can easily access. We can show that our great founder’s strategy remains sound to this day!”

Rapier went into crisis mode. Sunsword won a battle against greater numbers, charging uphill, but that was in the day of swords and spears, when her elite bowmen could devastate the front lines of the Tenth Warlord’s defenses and allow her shock troops to press the advantage. Now, the human forces could bombard the incoming forces with artillery and their odd, tracked vehicles before they could get close enough to start shooting. It would be a massacre, and Rapier knew Wakizashi would, as all Broodmatrons excelled at doing, find a way to make it her subordinates’ fault. He would start storing evidence to give to the Dynastic Commissariat if need be, but now he was undergoing damage control.

“Viceroy, perhaps you should consider what should occur if–and this is a small possibility–we were to lose this battle. Should it not go as you planned, we could besmirch the good name of the Venerable Ancestor, and surely you would not wish to do that?”

Wakizashi straightened her antennae pensively. “You make a good point, but what alternate strategy do you have?”

Rapier racked his mind for information on the ridge Wakizashi was speaking of. Then he found it. “Viceroy, if we could utilize the airmen of the Judicial Guard, we could suppress their forces with aerial and artillery bombardment and use the Janissaries to encircle them. Then our regular infantry and armor could wipe out their fortresses with impunity.”

“Ah, quite the tactic indeed. We will save the actions of the Venerable Ancestor for a later date, then.”

Rapier saluted, then silently went back to work. He may have ha–he stopped himself again, reminding himself that it was unsafe to even think such things. He tried to force himself to believe the opposite, that Wakizashi was his rightful and wise liege, who only occasionally required guidance to avoid being taken on flights of fancy. After all, it would be presumptuous to imagine that she was dependent on him in any major way. It was not his place to question, only to shape the occasionally-optimistic ideas of his liege in more pragmatic directions.

As he told himself this, he just couldn’t accept it. Not to say that he doubted his loyalties, as he never did, but perhaps Khopesh could’ve selected a Viceroy of greater pedigree. There had to be a reason behind her appointment, but Rapier wished he could have less reasons and more rationality.

Still, there was no point wishing for anything one could not work for, and any measure of control over his liege, or her liege, or hers, was soundly out of his reach. The best he could do was fitting the tradition of males of his kind, keeping his head down and bearing pain without complaint.

After all, in a world based upon his inborn inferiority, what else was there to do?


(AN: I have a wiki! I'm a big boy writer now! Once again, subplots cooking up quite nice. Some live, some die, some tell their stories. All's fair in love and war, but that doesn't mean people won't still judge.

Love 'ya!)
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2023.03.30 05:04 IngocnitoCow 26 [m4f] Canada - Looking to chat and see where things go!

Hello, Hi, and Greetings!
I am extremely bad at meeting people IRL. I am extremely fun after the introductions have passed, I just have big time anxiety in the first bit. So I thought I give here a try :)
If could pick three things I love in my life I would choose:
Cooking I enjoy the creative aspect of cooking. You get to make all the decisions on what you want to create and then you get to eat it! I often create menu's in my mind, maybe I'll open a restaurant one day.
Music A lot of people have this in their life. My family has a lot of musicians and history with music so it has always been near me an close to my heart. I would say I enjoy all genres but if I had to choose a couple artists to represent what I enjoy most I would say Earth Wind and Fire, as well as Sleeping with Sirens.
Nature I grew up in a picturesque forestscape with a lot of small lakes. The sound I remember the most from my childhood is the warm summer breeze dancing through the leaves. As a kid I would just walk for hours in the forest alone, and there was really no civilization near by lol (and were talking 30 minute drive to the nearest store/gas station).
If I could describe myself with three words I would choose: Adventurous Witty Humourous
I have finished school and I work in my field, although it is quite boring and I may switch it up to something closer to my heart and more fulfilling.
I am not searching for anything in particular but I am getting into the phase of life where I'll be locking into bigger commitments like potentially a mortgage an etc. I am truly just looking for someone I enjoy being with and who's company feels genuine and wholesome.
If you decide to send a chat my way and you are not sure what to say then feel free to steal my above "three's". I'd love to hear you describe yourself in three words or hear your three favourite things :)
Here is meee
Cheers !
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2023.03.30 05:02 ExcuseOk2709 Player career mode is hilariously bad and I mean that genuinely

I have a player career mode and it's just seriously funny how absolutely shit this mode is.
I think this might be the career mode that finally makes me quit. Guys, we're playing a mode they do not give a single fuck about. Genuinely a bunch of high schoolers who just learned to code could make a better career mode as a class project. Like I think EA could actually push the career mode code to a GitHub repository and have some high schoolers work on it for a project and they'd do better.
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2023.03.30 04:57 legoboyy79 All jdm cars are slow

Now that I have your attention I’m looking for a fun-handling car for daily driving that is kind of unique and cool. i hope to turn my boring commute into something I enjoy and is less than 50k$
Things I need are for the car to be reliable like 120k+ miles without any problems over 7ish years. Comfortable, not luxurious, Just comfortable. I just need good ride quality so I don’t have to worry about hitting every bump and hole. But leather and how it’s stitched don’t matter to me. Also, apple car play is a must.
Now for my wants of course I want it to be fast. 300hp+ or sub 5s 0-60 fast would be satisfactory but faster is better. RWD or AWD is preferred. Also, good tech is a big plus. my preference would be a sedan but if the performance is great enough I don’t mind a coupe or hatch.
I’m happy with buying a used and going below budget to afford mods(performance or luxury) but a new car or at least one with a warranty will always be better. if the car is fast enough and in warranty I don't want any power mods to not affect the warranty. I'm also looking at buying the car in texas.
Now for personal stuff. I’m an 18-year-old with daddy’s money staying at home in texas for college but planning to transfer out of the city. This car will be commuting me downtown for college almost every day for an hour+ drive. I’ll take this car with friends, gym, work, etc. As I said 4 seats aren’t needed but it’s good to have them occasionally. If I do get something sporty my siblings/parents will also drive it once in a while. my current car is a 2009 es350 that served me well but I want something that makes commuting feel like less of a task and more fun.
what is fun?: a quick 0-60 and winning street drag races aren't what I need. something with short gear that constantly requires my attention and makes me smile then speeds up when the road gets curvy. but also cant be unbearable going 40mph in downtown traffic for 30 min straight.
Now what is on my list
model 3 Performance: top of my list cause its fun in the sense of the acceleration but the regular joys of a gar car are gone. they fit almost all of my requirements and for the long drives to college one with autopilot would be nice. one thing I'm not sure of is reliability because I have heard some horror stories and my dad is anti-electric. if I do buy it will be used with sub 10k miles like
2022+ g70 3.3T sports prestige: for a gas car this is my top choice because I get a lot of the things I am asking for. It's a unique car but also kinda unknown. I have also heard great things about its handling and the warranty is really good. tho KDM cars have had a bad rep in the past for reliability so idk what to think of it on that front. it is also cheaper than competitors like M340i, C43, S5, etc... but also the slowest of them all I'm not planning on racing anyone so idk.
2019+ m240i: the cheapest car I got and maybe one of the slowest. over time I will 100% add power mods to the car. I chose 2 series over 3 because I feel the handling difference is large enough that it is worth the sacrifice. also with the saved money, I get a good budget for mods. tho because it's a BMW I'm inclined not to mod it and instead save it for maintenance. do yall really think I can put 150K miles on the car without it exploding?
2022+ m240i: this is over budget but 2022 used ones with relatively high miles dip below 50k sometimes. this is perfect in every aspect of luxury and performance(no shit it's a BMW) but I also have some major concerns about the cost of maintenance and longevity of the car. also compared to the g70 im getting more of everything but is the price jump and reliability drop worth it
Audi s4/s5: more like the Bmw but cheaper and I think more reliable. luxury factor in the ride is also a big plus. feels like a tamer m340i and tame isn't really what I want
(idk why this link is so long)
A6: very tame and very luxurious. also on the cheaper side compared to S5. but it still has ok performance is it enough performance? why not have more
Lexis overall: it is a good car (IS, RC, GS) but their performance cars aren't performancey enough, the interior feels outdated in IS, and newer cars are too expensive. if I do get a Lexus it would be a 2011 Is-f then spend like 10k modding it.
I also have this deep desire to buy an old jdm car for a chap that will probably only last me like 3-5 years like an Mr2, s2000, 3000gt ect cause they look cool. and if they some how to survive my 100k mile journey they get turned into a nitrous power missile till it blows up.
most of this was just me rambling to clear my thoughts so mind my grammar and horrible formatting. if u got any more questions of course ask and please hit that subscribe button and like this, if you also hate spec sheet nerds.
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2023.03.30 04:57 BaezBR New 2023 Coleman Rubicon 1200rk vs used 2020 nuCamp tag XL limited edition.

Me, my future wife and two dogs really want to enhance our camping experience. Btw this is my first trailer.
I found a used 2020 NuCamp tag XL limited edition that is in near perfect condition. Used 4 times.
There's also the Rubicon 1200 rk that we found brand new at camping world. They are both similarly priced. I was able to talk the lady on FB marketplace place to 17k.
The tag has speakers and a tv. The Rubicon has a HUGE fridge. Rubicon uses a griddle system that you store on the side. A lot of storage on the Rubicon.
The bed on the tag is better I'd say .. but the Rubicon has a nice convertible space. Love the windows on the tag.
I also was reading that people don't use their entire water supply on the tag XL because of the way the water basin is designed. Having to prop up their trailer to get more water out. Not sure if the Rubicon has this as well.
I guess, does anybody have any experience with either of these models or companies?
Thank you!! Much appreciated.
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2023.03.30 04:36 meinthedarktower Where to buy a Galaxy Watch 5? (Near Peisey Vallandry)

Hi! Any idea where I can buy this watch near Peisey Vallandry? I have returned to my home country but my friend is still there. He won't be able to move a lot due to weather conditions and work commitments. I tried Google but it's not giving me any store names near the area. If so, what's the nearest place my friend can buy this? (Samsung's online price seems to be 300€)
Many thanks in advance!
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2023.03.30 04:30 seffial Newsletter Week of March 31st 2023

Omnivoracious Listeners New Music Newsletter (Week of April 1st):
New LPs:
🇨🇭 Aara - 'Triade III: Nyx' (Genre: Atmoblack)
🇫🇮 Abandon All - 'Far Away' (Genre: Heavy Metal)
🇨🇦 Ace of Wands - 'Desiring' (Genre: Dreampop)
🇨🇭 Ad Infinitum - 'Chapter III: Downfall' (Genre: Symphonic Metal)
🇪🇸 Aeronave Adolescente - 'Sempre Está Chovendo Na Beira Do Mar' (Genre: Indie Rock, Slacker Rock)
🇬🇧 Akilla - 'The Gods Have Spoken' (Genre: Melodeath)
🇬🇧 Allfather - 'A Violent Truth' (Genre: Groove Metal, Doom Metal)
🇵🇱 Ampacity - 'IV' (Genre: Space Rock, Heavy Psych)
🇺🇸 Angelic Desolation - 'Orchestrionic Abortion' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇩🇪 Ape Shifter - 'Monkey Business' (Genre: Punk Rock)
🇺🇸 Archetypes Collide - 'Archetypes Collide' (Genre: Hard Rock, Heavy Metal)
🇪🇸 Argion - 'Lux Umbra' (Genre: Power Metal)
🇬🇧 Arrogant Destruktor - 'Written in Blood From the Blade' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇬🇧 Atlas:Empire - 'Everything Is Temporary' (Genre: Prog Rock)
🇫🇷 Avaland - 'The Legend of the Storyteller' (Genre: Symphonic Metal)
🇦🇺 Babaganouj - 'Jumbo Pets' (Genre: Indie Pop Rock)
🇨🇭 Beyond Frequencies - 'Me Megalomaniac' (Genre: Alt Metal)
🇯🇵 Beyond the Grave - 'Let There Be Destruction' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇮🇹 Blaze of Sorrow - 'Vultus Fati' (Genre: Atmoblack)
🇳🇱 Bony Macaroni - 'The Big Bucks' (Genre: Pop Punk, Emo)
🇺🇸 Boygenius - 'The Record' (Genre: Indie Rock, Supergroup)
🇺🇸 Brother Hawk - 'The Dreamer' (Genre: Southern Rock)
🇫🇷 Burning Birds - 'Where We Belong' (Genre: Blues Rock)
🇬🇧 Bury Tomorrow - 'The Seventh Son' (Genre: Metalcore)
🇯🇵 CARTHIEFSCHOOL - 'Backmyrage' (Genre: Post-Hardcore)
🇨🇦 City and Colour - 'The Love Still Held Me Near' (Genre: Alt Rock)
🇯🇵 クラムボン (Clammbon)
🇺🇸 Connections - 'Cool Change' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇨🇦 Crown Lands - 'Fearless' (Genre: Prog Rock)
🇺🇸 Crucial Rip - 'Violent Retribution' (Genre: Deathcore)
🇪🇸 CrystalMoors - 'Tierra. Sangre. Ra​í​ces' (Genre: Celtic Black Metal)
🇮🇹 Darkhold - 'Tales From Hell' (Genre: Groove Metal)
🇫🇮 Dead End Finland - 'Victory' (Genre: Melodic Metalcore)
🇺🇸 Dead Lakes - 'Daydreamer' (Genre: Alt Rock)
🇺🇸 Dead Soul Revival - 'Ignite' (Genre: Post-Grunge)
🇨🇦 Deadwolff - 'Heavy Rock N' Roll' (Genre: Heavy Metal, Hard Rock)
🇨🇦 Decorpsetated - 'Human Words' (Genre: Death, Thrash)
🇺🇸 Debt Rag - 'Lost to the Fantasy' (Genre: Art Punk)
🇺🇸 Deerhoof - 'Miracle-Level' (Genre: Indie Rock, Experimental Rock)
🇮🇳 Demonstealer - 'The Propaganda Machine' (Genre: Tech Death, Symphonic Death)
🇮🇹 Derhead - 'The Grey Zone Phobia' (Genre: Avant-Garde Black Metal)
🇬🇧 Desert Storm - 'Death Rattle' (Genre: Stoner Metal)
🇫🇷 Diablation - 'Par Le Feu' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇬🇧 Disciplinary - 'Porkwind' (Genre: Noise Rock)
🇮🇹 Dispnea - 'Overdose Depression' (Genre: DSBM)
🇦🇺 DMA's - 'How Many Dreams' (Genre: Alt Rock)
🇹🇭 Door Plant - 'Drowsiness of DOEK' (Genre: Indie Pop Rock)
🇫🇮 DreamSpy - 'Out of This World' (Genre: Electronic Rock)
🇬🇧 Empyre - 'Relentless' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇮🇹 Endless, Nameless - 'Hunter' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇸🇰 Eufory - 'Fifth Dimension' (Genre: Heavy, Power Metal)
🇧🇷 Evilcult - 'The Devil Is Always Looking for Souls' (Genre: Speed Metal, Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Evolution Eden - 'Sonic Cinema' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇩🇪 Firmament - 'We Don't Rise We Just Fall' (Genre: Heavy Metal)
🇷🇺 Flatulence - 'Deficit' (Genre: Brutal Death, Grindcore)
🇨🇦 Friendly Rich - 'Man Out of Time' (Genre: Avant Folk, Math Rock)
🇯🇵 FullMooN - 'Dear…' (Genre: Alt Rock)
🇺🇸 Gel - 'Only Constant' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇲🇽 Ghost Sloth - 'I Don't Wanna Die Here, Not Yet' (Genre: Midwest Emo, Experimental Rock)
🇫🇷 Haliphron - 'Prey' (Genre: Symphonic Metal)
🇫🇮 Heezer - 'Sungrinder' (Genre: Stoner Rock)
🇺🇸 Hot Graves - 'Plaguewielder' (Genre: Death, Black, Thrash)
🇦🇷 IER - '物の怪' (Genre: DSBM)
🇨🇦 Invicta - 'Triumph and Torment' (Genre: Melodic Death Metal)
🇺🇸 Instant Empire - 'Standing Eight Count' (Genre: Indie Rock, Power Pop)
🇮🇹 Isaak - 'Hey' (Genre: Stoner Metal)
🇬🇧 Ist Ist - 'Protagonists' (Genre: Post-Punk)
🇺🇸 Jake Pinto - 'Sad Songs for Happy People' (Genre: Indie Rock, Blues Rock)
🇺🇸 Jeremy Facknitz - 'Smilin' at the Future' (Genre: Jazz Rock)
🇺🇸 John West - 'Days of Destiny' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇺🇸 Kingsmen - 'Bones Don't Lie' (Genre: Metalcore)
🇧🇪 Kludde - 'De Horla' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Kommand - 'Death Age' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇨🇦 Kris Ulrich - 'Big in the USA' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇯🇵 キュウソネコカミ (Kyuso Nekokami) - '私飽きぬ私' (Genre: Punk Rock)
🇪🇸 Lampr3a - 'ESnSE' (Genre: Prog Metal)
🇦🇹 Land of Ooo - 'Land of Ooo' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇺🇸 Last in Line - 'Jericho' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇺🇸 Lauren Morrow - 'People Talk' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇺🇸 Lies - 'Lies' (Genre: Midwest Emo, Math Rock)
🇺🇸 Little Eathquakes - 'Promises' (Genre: Psych Rock)
🇩🇰 Loose Ends - 'A Blatant Reaction' (Genre: Post-Punk, Noise Rock)
🇫🇮 Lordi - 'Screem Writers Guild' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇩🇰 Lotan - 'Lotan' (Genre: Melodic Black Metal)
🇿🇦 Lower Hollow - 'Bloom & Expire' (Genre: Heavy Metal)
🇦🇺 Mammon's Throne - 'Mammon's Throne' (Genre: Extreme Metal)
🇯🇵 MARI - 'Catharsis' (Genre: Power Metal)
🇩🇪 Martin Miller - 'Maze of My Mind' (Genre: AOR, Prog Rock)
🇷🇺 Megalith Levitation - 'Obscure Fire' (Genre: Stoner Doom)
🇩🇪 Melonball - 'Breathe' (Genre: Skate Punk)
🇨🇦 Milanku - 'À l'Aube' (Genre: Post-Rock)
🇺🇸 Milk Music - 'On a Micro Diet' (Genre: Punk Rock)
🇺🇸 Miniaturized - 'Miniaturized' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇮🇪 Molekh - 'Ritus' (Genre: Black, Death)
🇺🇸 Morrison Graves - 'Division Rising' (Genre: Psych Rock)
🇩🇪 Necromancer - 'Arrival of Death' (Genre: Black, Thrash)
🇺🇸 Necronomicon Ex Mortis - 'Necronomicon Ex Mortis' (Genre: Horror Thrash Metal)
🇺🇸 Neil Young & Crazy Horse - 'All Roads Lead Home' (Genre: Folk Rock, Country Rock)
🇫🇷 Neo Inferno 262 - 'Pleonectic' (Genre: Industrial Black Metal)
🇧🇷 Nervochaos - 'Chthonic Wrath' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇺🇸 Netherlands - 'Severance' (Genre: Prog Sludge)
🇺🇸 Nothing, Nowhere - 'Void Eternal' (Genre: Emo Rap, Midwest Emo)
🇺🇸 Nova One - 'Create Myself' (Genre: Indie Rock, Dreampop)
🇫🇮 Of Spite - 'Riddle Redemption' (Genre: Melodic Death Metal)
🇬🇧 OHHMS - 'Rot' (Genre: Sludge, Post-Metal)
🇳🇿 Olde Throne - 'In the Land of Ghosts' (Genre: Atmo Black)
🇬🇧 Old Forest - 'Sutwyke' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇧🇷 Outlaw - 'Reaching Beyond Assiah' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇫🇮 Overhead - 'Telepathic Minds' (Genre: Space Rock, Prog Rock)
🇨🇦 Packs - 'Crispy Crunchy Nothing' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇫🇷 Paddang - 'Chasing Ghosts' (Genre: Post-Punk)
🇨🇳 Pandemic - 'Crooked Mirror' (Genre: Speed Metal, Thrash Metal)
🇺🇸 Peter Case - 'Doctor Moan' (Genre: Folk Rock)
🇺🇸 Primal - 'Humachine' (Genre: Heavy Metal)
🇬🇧 Punk Rock Factory - 'It's Just a Stage We're Going Through' (Genre: Pop Punk)
🇮🇹 Rancho Bizzarro - 'Four Dead Men' (Genre: Desert Rock)
🇫🇷 Raptor King - 'Omnivoraious' (Genre: Sludge Metal)
🇬🇧 Raze the Void - 'Para Sempre' (Genre: Alt Metal)
🇬🇧 Red Telephone - 'Hollowing Out' (Genre: Post-Punk)
🇫🇮 Rotten Sound - 'Apocalypse' (Genre: Grindcore)
🇺🇸 SaintBreaker - 'Unrelenting Violence' (Genre: Crossover Thrash)
🇺🇸 Samiam - 'Stowaway' (Genre: Punk Rock, Pop Punk)
🇺🇸 Scott McMicken - 'Shabang' (Genre: Folk Rock)
🇬🇧 Sermon - 'Of Golden Verse' (Genre: Prog Metal)
🇺🇸 Silence Before the Storm - 'V: The Dead Eyes of Eternity' (Genre: Groove Metal, Metalcore)
🇯🇵 SKAFUNK - 'SKAFUNK' (Genre: Ska)
🇬🇧 Slunk - 'Pigtails' (Genre: Post-Punk)
🇺🇸 Small Black - 'Small Black' (Genre: Chillwave, Dreampop)
🇹🇭 Smallpox Aroma - 'Festering Embryos of Logical Corruption' (Genre: Grindcore, Goregrind)
🇮🇹 So Beast - 'Brilla' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇺🇸 Spirit Possession - 'Of the Sign...' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Sporadic Kicks - 'Occasional Thrills' (Genre: Experimental Rock)
🇮🇹 Stegosauro - 'Stegosauro' (Genre: Screamo)
🇩🇪 Swan Songs - 'A Different Kind of Light' (Genre: Indie Rock, Post-Punk)
🇩🇪 Swan Valley Heights - 'Terminal Forest' (Genre: Stoner Doom)
🇦🇹 Takeshi's Cashew - 'Enter J's Chamber' (Genre: Psych Rock, Jam Band)
🇺🇸 The Bar Stool Preachers - 'Above the Static' (Genre: Ska Punk)
🇺🇸 The Division Red - 'Chroma Compute' (Genre: Hard Rock, Synthpop)
🇫🇷 The Evil - 'Seven Acts to Apocalypse' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇺🇸 The Hold Steady - 'The Price of Progress' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇺🇸 The Last Internationale - 'TLI 3' (Genre: Punk Blues)
🇨🇦 The New Pornographers - 'Continue as a Guest' (Genre: Indie Rock, Power Pop)
🇺🇸 The No Ones - 'My Best Evil Friend' (Genre: Power Pop, Jangle Pop)
🇺🇸 The Ongoing Concept - 'Again' (Genre: Metalcore, Post-Hardcore)
🇬🇧 The Zombies - 'Different Game' (Genre: Baroque Pop)
🇳🇴 This Means War - 'Omnivore Doctrine' (Genre: Death, Thrash)
🇫🇷 Thron - 'Dust' (Genre: Blackened Death)
🇳🇴 Tilintetgjort - 'In Death I SHall Arise' (Genre: Avant-Garde Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Timmy's Organism - 'Lone Lizard' (Genre: Garage Rock, Garage Punk)
🇦🇺 Torrential Thrill - 'State of Disaster' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇸🇪 Unpure - 'Prophecies Ablaze' (Genre: Black Metal, Thrash Metal, Speed Metal)
🇩🇪 Vanish - 'A Hint of Solace' (Genre: Power Metal)
🇵🇱 Veriti Ritus - 'Defixiones' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇫🇮 Viikate - 'Askel' (Genre: Heavy Metal)
🇨🇦 VileDriver - 'The Rest Are Prey' (Genre: Tech Death)
🇺🇸 Void Chapter - 'humAnity' (Genre: Electronic Rock)
🇺🇸 Voidscape - 'Odyssey of Spite' (Genre: Melodic Death Metal)
🇺🇸 Vredensdal - 'Sonic Devostion to Darkness' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Warm Human - 'Hometown Hero' (Genre: Garage Rock)
🇩🇪 Wet Dream War Machine - 'Songs of Joy and Recreation' (Genre: Sludge Metal, Noise Rock)
🇺🇸 Wild Child - 'End of the World' (Genre: Indie Folk Rock)
🇺🇸 William Tyler & the Impossible Truth - 'Secret Stratosphere' (Genre: Folk Rock)
🇸🇪 Wormveil - 'Overlords of Darkness' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇺🇸 WyndRider - 'WyndRider' (Genre: Stoner Doom)
🇺🇸 Yotuma - 'Otherworldly Incarnate' (Genre: Groove Metal, Death Metal)
New EPs:
🇨🇦 Arcane Ghosts - 'Distant Youth' (Genre: Pop Punk, Post-Hardcore)
🇲🇽 Axis - 'Egocastrophe' (Genre: Thrash Metal)
🇺🇸 Bad Blood - 'The Bad Kind Decides' (Genre: Hard Rock)
🇵🇪 Blasphemous Division - 'Dele Et Vinces' (Genre: Death, Black)
🇺🇸 Bloody Apostles - 'Bloody Apostles' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇧🇪 Blue Gorilla - 'One Big Mess' (Genre: Post-Rock)
🇯🇵 クリープハイプ (CreepHyp) - 'だからそれは真実' (Genre: Alt Rock)
🇵🇱 Cry of the Nile - 'Invocation' (Genre: Death Metal)
🇮🇹 Defamed - 'Blackblood' (Genre: Deathcore)
🇺🇸 Fresh Wounds - 'Deep Cuts' (Genre: Brutal Deathcore)
🇺🇸 FSR - 'Bad for Your Health' (Genre: Slacker Rock, Dreampop)
🇳🇿 Ghost of Andromeda - 'Celestial Nightmare' (Genre: Symphonic Metal)
🇯🇵 GLASGOW - 'FOOLISH AS THEY MAY SEEM.' (Genre: Dance Rock)
🇳🇱 Grafhond - 'In Harmonie Met De Dood' (Genre: Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Grand Scheme - 'Numbers Game' (Genre: Hardcore Punk)
🇬🇧 Hematite - 'Speak of the Devil' (Genre: Gothic Country Rock)
🇺🇸 It Is Dead - 'Brutal Deathrace 2023' (Genre: Sludge Metal)
🇺🇸 Jane. - 'Celeste' (Genre: Indie Pop Rock)
🇨🇦 Kilmore - 'From the Inside' (Genre: Stoner Rock)
🇯🇵 Kroi - 'MAGNET' (Genre: Funk Rock)
🇯🇵 Little Lilith - 'Strike' (Genre: Djent, Hard Rock)
🇺🇸 Mammon XV - 'Woes and Winter's Breath' (Genre: Post-Black Metal)
🇺🇸 Michigander - 'It Will Never Be the Same' (Genre: Alt Rock)
🇯🇵 尾崎リノと幽霊 (Ozaki Rino and Yuurei) - 'Open Gate' (Genre: Indie Rock)
🇺🇸 Poh Hock - 'Gallimaufry' (Genre: Prog Metal)
🇦🇺 Royel Otis - 'Sofa Kings' (Genre: Indie Pop Rock)
🇦🇺 Spirit Temple - 'Part 2' (Genre: Funeral Doom)
🇸🇪 Star Vision - 'Another Time, Another Place' (Genre: AOR)
🇨🇦 Swear Jar - 'Swear Jar II' (Genre: Pop Punk, Emo)
🇬🇧 The Device - 'East' (Genre: Stoner Doom)
🇬🇧 Wasted Death - 'The Prequel to Evil' (Genre: Crossover Thrash)
🇺🇸 Wyoming Young and Strong - 'Bend the Night' (Genre: Stoner Sludge)
New Deluxe Editions:
🇺🇸 Cave In - 'Until Your Heart Stops (Deluxe)' (Genre: Post-Hardcore)
New Mixtapes:
🇬🇧 Lozeak - 'Gut Feeling' (Genre: Alt Pop Rock)
New Remixes:
🇦🇺 Alpha Wolf - 'SHH' (Genre: Lo-Fi, Metalcore)
🇺🇸 Puscifer - 'Existential Reckoning: Re-Wired' (Genre: Art Rock)
This is apparently the "All-Name" release week. Some good ones in there. Great mix of stuff in the wide world of rock and metal for you to look thru, maybe your new favorite is in this list!
Happy Listening!
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2023.03.30 04:07 gunit555 Size 13 Review

Hey guys wanted to give a review on my rep rotation I have been rocking and give some insight to others with big feet.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 230lbs
Size: 13
Background: Was all-state in hs. Was on the women's team practice squad in college and played intramurals/club. Now, I play pick up 2-3x week and a men's league over the summer.

Kobe 6 Protro - Grinch

Batch: Unsure
Traction- 7/10 Cushion 6/10 Fit 6/10 Overall 6/10 - First rep I bought and didn't really know too much at the time. Bought a size 12 thinking I could squeeze into them, but they weren't comfy so I took out the insoles and played without a few times. Zoom units ended up bubbling up so I popped them. Used a shoe-stretcher on them as well and it helped a bit. Sole started peeling slightly and I glued it back with super glue. Ended up replacing the insoles with these and gave them to my younger brother.

Kobe 5 Protro - Bruce Lee

Batch: S2
Traction- 8/10 Cushion 7/10 Fit 9/10 Overall 8.5/10 - Originally wanted these when I got the Grinches. Bought these cause I saw they had size 13. Pretty impressed with the material quality, I didn't mind if there were minor visual flaws with them because they'll get torn up from playing. Feet feel real secure in these. There wasn't much comfort with the original insoles felt like playing on concrete, but ended up putting Move Game Day soles in and they are so much better. Overall a real solid shoe so far and can't go wrong with price.

GT Cut 1 - EYBL

Batch: Doom
Traction- 8/10 Cushion 10/10 Fit 9/10 Overall 9/10 - Never really knew about these shoes till I started browsing this sub. First shoe I've used with a drop-in midsole and full length zoom, and they have impressed. So far these are my favorite shoes I have to hoop in, super comfy and zoom gives you a feeling of bounce. Only negative thing I have is that a piece of stitching rubs the top of my pinkie toe on the left shoe so I have to double sock if I play for more the 2 hours.
*traction could be biased cause most of the courts I play on are pretty dusty
Looking to try out WKB Kobe 8 sz12 see if I can't squeeze/stretch my way into them and S2 batch of the Kobe 6s. Feel free to reach out for any questions! Also let me know if you've had any luck squeezing into smaller sizes as well.
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2023.03.30 03:59 therealtiltos Are the Red Harvest greebles compatible with 2.0?

Looking at picking up a Red Harvest box at a LFGS near me. I understand the rules have all changed (and available online), however does this box have everything else I need? Or are the dice, tokens etc different since Hearts of Ghur? It seems to be a good price for the 2 teams + terrain
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2023.03.30 03:55 JMS427 Am I justified in firing my tile installer?

My tile installer has made numerous mistakes in tiling both my alcove tub surround and bathroom floor. He has neglected to adequately plan and prepare before setting the tile resulting in having to either redo half the job or otherwise make adjustments to cover his errors.
He started on March 1 and has either not shown up on scheduled days or shown up several hours late and then disappear for hours at a time. It’s now March 29th. He constantly complains about how he’s losing money on the job and how it’s holding up his other jobs even though the delays and extra costs are because of HIS mistakes. Even so, I’ve always been patient and polite and had not called him out on his errors or delays.
After swearing he would be done by last Thursday (he wasn’t) he canceled on me both Saturday and Sunday with two different bullshit excuses. Then he promised he would be here on Tuesday at 8am but after waiting 2 hours for him I said I needed to go into work and he called me screaming and swearing and threatened to walk off the job. I talked him down and just asked him to please finish in the afternoon but again he canceled and said he would be here Wednesday morning (today) at 8 and finish the job. But then again he didn’t show up and didn’t call to explain why.
At this point I have paid him 90% of the contracted price and he’s about 80% done. After the 5th no show I told him to get his tools and be on his way, basically saying that I’ll accept his threat to walk off the job and never have to deal with him again. He’s again hassling me about paying him extra above the contracted price and can’t believe I won’t let him finish the job. I don’t care what I have to do to finish the job I just know that I never want this guy near my house again. He’s unreliable, unprofessional, and just shitty at his job.
Should I fear any legal repercussions from firing this guy? I think I’m justified in finally losing my patience and telling him enough is enough but I’m looking for some insight.
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2023.03.30 03:48 JLGoodwin1990 I don't shower with my door ajar anymore

I used to shower with my bathroom door open just a crack. For whatever dumb reason, the tiny, cramped apartment bathroom I’ve had to deal with for the last nine years or so loves to steam and fog up, even with the water on warm instead of hot. And, since my crappy as hell landlord refused to fix the ceiling mounted fan which would have ventilated the room, along with the fact it caused the ancient off white paint to sweat and start developing mold patches in any other case, something which he would’ve charged me to clean, I made the decision to leave the door open a bit to allow to steam to escape. For almost a decade, nothing out of the ordinary happened, and I went about my daily life, the habit becoming a routine in my mind.
That was, up until two months or so ago.
You see, I was alone that day. My roommate had gone out for the day to take part in some bowling tournament, and I had the run of the place for the next four to six hours. As it was my day off from work, I decided to start it off with a long, hot, relaxing shower. So, I grabbed a fresh set of towels from the small closet next to my bedroom door, stepped inside, and, after turning on the water to let it warm up, I hopped in. I’d just lathered the shampoo up in my hair when I heard a noise come from just outside the bathroom. It was almost masked by the sound of the water splashing down on me and the floor of the tub, but it was out of place enough that I caught it. Scrape. It was almost the sound you’d hear if you dragged long fingernails down the wall. I froze, the shampoo dripping down over my face making it difficult to see anything at all. The sound came again. Scrape. For a moment, the thought of someone breaking in flashed through my mind; after all, the neighborhood I live in has the nickname of “Methpire” for a reason. But, if someone had broken a window or forced the lock, I would’ve heard it. The place isn’t exactly big enough to miss those sounds.
Finally, I opened my mouth. “Tyler?” Instantly, the sound, which had begun to repeat itself for a third time, ceased, the entire place going silent, save for the water. I felt a small wave of annoyance zap through me. Tyler, this better not be another one of your games, I thought as I hurriedly washed the shampoo out of my hair. My roommate had a habit, being a horror junkie, in delighting in attempting to play pranks on me, knowing I had a tendency to be a little jumpy. Without shutting off the water, I reached out, grabbed a towel off the rack, and stepped out, wrapping it around my waist. “Tyler, I swear to God, if this is another attempt to scare me, I’m going to kick your ass!” I called, striding across the tiled floor and yanking the door all the way open. I looked around. There was nobody in the living room, or the kitchen which opened off of it. I glanced around, then, just to ease my own mind, I walked, first to my bedroom, then Tyler’s, looking in. Both were empty, and there wasn’t exactly any place for someone to quickly hide in either of them.
Huh. I must’ve just been hearing things. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned and jumped back into the shower to finish up. That evening, when Tyler came back home from celebrating with his team, apparently having blitzed the competition, I decide to question him as we sat at the kitchen table, eating Chinese takeout. “Hey, Ty?” I asked casually, glancing up from my chopsticks. “Yeah?” he mumbled out through a mouthful of his food, causing me to roll my eyes at his lack of manners. “You didn’t happen to come home earlier today for a moment, did you?” He looked up at me, a slightly perplexed expression on his face. “Nah, man. I was at the alley until three, and out drinking with the boys until five. Why?” I searched his face. The guy had a tendency to chew a little too much when he was bullshitting me; it was a tell I’d learned to spot of his, thanks to endless nights of playing poker against one another. “No reason. Just, thought I’d heard something while I was in the shower this morning” I looked at him, smirking slightly. “Thought you might’ve come back to grab something you needed, and decided to try and pull one over on me again”
He let out a huge burp in response, then reached forward and grabbed his bottle of Coke, tilting it back and taking a swig. “No, man” he said simply, using the back of his sleeve to wipe his lips, “Besides, if I’d come back and tried to scare you, you’d have known it” He let out a low laugh, one which, after a moment of studying him, I shared. He was clearly telling the truth. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, bro” I said, dropping my chopsticks into the empty container and hocking it over my shoulder into the trash can. He leaned back, and, using his own empty container, feigned being a basketball player and acted like he was making a free throw; the container bounced off the edge, making us both laugh. I pushed what had to be a trick of my mind out of my head, and the two of us spent the rest of the night playing video games and downing beer.
The next week went by without any other strange noises, and I almost completely forgot the strange incident. Ty had gone out for the evening on a date, and after binge watching all three Creature from the Black Lagoon movies, I flicked the television off and headed for the shower. Hopping in, I softly hummed some 50s tune stuck in my mind and lathered myself up with soap. I’d just put the shampoo in my hair, when I heard the scraping sound again. This time, it was a bit louder, and I knew it hadn’t been my imagination. I became still as a statue again, my head under the water and blurred between it and the shampoo slowly being rinsed out of it of its own accord. I almost held my breath, listening. The sound came again; this time, instead of on the wall, the scrape clearly came from the wooden doorway to the bathroom. I felt my heart thudding hard in my chest. Then, my eyes widened as I saw a shadow filter through the opaque shower curtain. It was the shadow of the bathroom door slowly opening.
I found my voice. “Who’s out there?!” I called, attempting to sound as tough and authoritative as I could. Just like last time, the moment I spoke up, all movement and sound ceased, the apartment going silent. This time, however, the air almost felt charged, as if the tension in it were palpable enough to be cut with by a knife. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the edge of the curtain as I grabbed the closest thing I could find as a weapon: a full bottle of shampoo. It was a pathetic weapon which likely wouldn’t faze any intruder, but, it was still better than nothing. Taking a deep breath, I wrenched the curtain back, the sound of the hooks scraping on the metal pole almost sounding like a scream in the quiet. Just like last time, there was no sign of a soul. The only thing that gave away that anything had changed, was that the bathroom door was, indeed, standing wide open; the darkened outline of the living room beyond made me feel uneasy. I couldn’t place why, but it almost felt as if the gloom held a threatening atmosphere. Shutting off the water, I stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist.
Stepping to the doorway, I reached out into the dark and felt around the edge of the door until my fingers found the light switch. Instantly, the dark was banished away by the bright white light overhead. I could see that nobody was in sight in the living room. This time, however, I wasn’t taking any chances. Water still dripping off me, I strode across the living room to where I’d dropped my belt I wore when out on the job as a plumber. I reached down and pulled a rather large pipe wrench from its place, gripping it with wet, and, admittedly, slightly shaky hands. The kitchen was clearly devoid of life, and I focused my vision on the two bedrooms, which lay dark. My door was wide open, but Ty’s was slightly closed. I glanced at the hook on the wall, noting that his car keys weren’t hanging from them next to mine. He’s not home, which means….shit. I felt my muscles tense up. I seriously didn’t want to deal with some homeless junkie who had someone gotten himself inside and was trying to find something to steal, or worse, attack me in some drug fueled rage.
I forced myself to speak loudly and tough as I could. “I’m warning you; if anyone is in here, I am armed!” I didn’t add the fact it was a wrench and not a gun. “If you come out and just leave, this’ll go a lot easier!” Silence. The only sound I could hear was a car passing by outside. I called again. “Look, I’m in no mood for this, so come out, and get the hell out of my place!” Still nothing. But, I felt an odd sensation, one which caused the hairs on my arms to stand up straight, even damp. It was the feeling of being watched. My eyes caught the flicker of movement. A shadow seemed to draw back away from my roommate’s half closed door. I knew right there and then I should’ve called the cops, but, some dumb sense of bravado had come over me, and I wanted to be like those tough guys in the older movies, taking care of things themselves. “This is your final warning!” I called to the bedroom. After about twenty seconds of more silence, I drew in a deep breath, raised the wrench as high over my head as I could, and, letting out a bellowing yell, dashed for the bedroom door as if I were simultaneously a football linebacker, and an Olympic torch carrier.
I burst through the door like a charging bull, the door smashing into the wall behind it with the sickening crunch of plaster breaking. I shot my free arm out and wrenched the light switch up. The room was empty. Ty’s scattered clothes, records and game cases lay strewn about the floor like always. I looked around. The closet. Each of us had a small, walk in style closet on the far wall of our respective rooms. Taking another deep breath, and still holding the wrench above my head like a caveman’s club, I strode to the sliding doors and grabbed the handle, yanking it open with a scream of protest from its track. I forced aside the clothes hanging on the rack. Nothing. As I stared at the back wall, the feeling of being stared at came again, this time from almost directly behind me. I swear I could actually feel someone – or something, breathing down my neck.
Moving on pure instinct, I pivoted around and swung the wrench with all the strength I had – at nothing. There was nothing and nobody behind me. What the actual hell is going on here? I wondered. As I stood there, feeling as though something had been behind me and had simply dematerialized out of existence when I turned and swung, I heard the sound of a key in the front door, then the laughs of Ty and what had to be his date as they stepped inside. “I’m telling you, you did great at darts, babe!” Ty exclaimed. Both of them stopped and stared at me when they reached his bedroom door. I know I must’ve looked weird, standing in his room wearing only a towel and holding a wrench. After a moment of silence, he spoke. “..Uh, Jimmy, boy, what the hell are you doing?” I blinked a few times, trying to find my voice. Finally, I spoke.
“I swear I heard someone in here, man” I said, my voice trailing off slightly. I saw the two of them exchange nervous looks. “What you mean, dude?” he asked, his eyes looking around. “I mean, I heard the exact same sound as last time, only the bathroom door swung open. I came out, thought I heard someone moving around in your room, and came in here” I replied, feeling only confusion and embarrassment sweep over me. I could tell he believed I had heard something, and to ease my worries, he had his date sit in the room, and together, we swept the place, looking in every closet and under both beds. But we found no trace of anyone. I shook my head as he prepared to go into his bedroom. “I don’t get it” I muttered softy. He patted me on the shoulder. “I think the bathroom door may just be a bit loose on its hinges, my dude” he said, trying to reassure me. “I’ll check it out in the morning. Go dry yourself off and get some sleep” He punched me lightly on the arm. “And hey, no scary movies late at night for you, okay? You’re starting to hear things go bump in the night for real!”
He let out a laugh, one which I mirrored, but didn’t feel. The feeling of eyes on me had vanished, but the apartment still held an uneasy feeling. It stayed as I dried off, dressed into a pair of pajama bottoms, and climbed into bed. I could hear Ty in the next room, doing exactly what I figured he’d be doing with his date, and rolled my eyes. Hearing that shit gets old after a while. Still, I reached out, grabbed the remote and flicked on the small TV on my bureau for background noise. It took a very long time to drift off to sleep that night, and when I did, my dreams – nightmares, actually, were of a dark, shadowy figure creeping slowly towards my ajar bathroom door, the sounds of the shower on spilling out from it. As it reached out to push open the door, I snapped awake, sitting straight up in bed with a sheen of sweat covering my face and body.
For the next two weeks, I tried as hard as possible not to stay alone in that place. I only showered when I could hear my friend moving around in his room, or out in the living room. Whenever I knew Ty was going out for any reason, I’d either find an excuse to join him, or just go out and do something in town. The sense of being watched hadn’t returned after that night, but I wasn’t taking any chances. Something about the place just, felt like it had changed. Something almost imperceptible, which I couldn’t place. But, it seemed to do the trick, as nothing weird or creepy happened.
Then, one day, as I was sitting in a café sipping on a coffee, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket, and saw it was my boss calling me. Great, on my day off I thought exasperatedly, then hit the button to answer it. “Yeah?” Instantly, I heard the gruff voice of Rick, my boss on the other end, yelling to someone else. “No, no, no! Steven, how many times do I have to tell you, counter-clock ways!” His voice got louder as he must’ve put it back to his head. “James, you there?” he asked. “Yep” I replied simply. He let out a sigh. “Look, I know today’s your day off, but we’re over here at the Bannerman property, and two of the pipes burst” He let out a long groan of frustration. “One of them is real bad. I’m able to get one of them fixed, but, our new employee” his voice took on an undisguised tone of disgust, “decided to make it worse by fucking the pipe up worse” He finished, letting a moment of silence spread out before speaking again. “So, I apologize, but I need you to come in. You’ll get paid overtime, of course” I nodded, more to myself than anything, then let out a sigh of my own. “Yeah, I’ll be in. Just let me swing by my place and pick up my tools” I said.
“Don’t forget to quickly hit the shower before getting over here, James” he quickly added, “You know old man Bannerman gets pissy about anyone not being freshly clean coming in here, due to being a germophobe. So, I’ll expect you to be here in thirty minutes” And with that, he clicked off before I could say anything. Not that I could, anyways. At the mention of a shower, I felt a shiver run up my spine. I knew Ty was out; his bowling team was off in the next town on another tournament. Which would mean I’d have to shower in the empty apartment. And that’s something I really do not want to do. But, I had no choice. If I just grabbed my tools and slipped into my jumpsuit, I’d get chewed out, first by Old Man Bannerman, and then Rick for not following orders set down both by him, and the man we’d contracted to repair and replace the pipes of his huge sprawling mansion.
Sighing, I paid for my coffee and drove back to the apartment. When I opened the door, I had a flash of panic seize through me. I thought the feeling I’d had before would come back as soon as I stepped inside. But, the apartment felt normal, the cloudy light filtering in through the half open kitchen and living room window blinds. I looked around, then shook my head. Stop being such a baby, Jimmy. There’s nothing in here except you. You’ll be fine, just take the shower, and book it. Feeling more resolved, I strode across to my room, gathering my undershirt and jumpsuit. For peace of mind, I also grabbed the same pipe wrench I’d held that night from the belt hanging over the edge of the couch, and carried it into the bathroom with me, placing it on top of the pile of clothes sitting on the toilet lid. For a moment, I debated on just closing the bathroom door, but, like the previous feeling, shook it away and left it ajar. Ty should’ve fixed the hinges by now, anyways.
I reached into the shower and turned the water on, waiting for it to warm up. After I saw the steam begin to rise out from over the curtain, I stepped inside, grabbing the bar of soap and quickly beginning to scrub myself. I rinsed myself off with no problems, then grabbed the shampoo and lathered up my hair. As I scrubbed into my scalp, the soap began to drip down into my eyes, obscuring my vision. That’s when I heard the scraping sound come again. Only this time, it was much louder and more pronounced than any time I’d heard it before. I felt a chill run up my spine, despite the hot water flowing down over it. It came again, just outside the bathroom door. I took a deep breath. “Tyler?” I called out, thinking the sound would stop as it had both times before. But this time, it didn’t. Instead, I heard it scrape louder, almost on the bathroom door itself. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I saw the dark shape of the bathroom door swing open.
And then, the bathroom lights flicked off, plunging me into darkness. There was still a little light filtering in from the living room, but everything was now in gloom. What. The. Fuck. My heart was thundering in my chest as I slowly stepped back. I knew the distance from the edge of the tub to the toilet seat where my wrench lay was less than two feet. I could reach out and snatch it in a heartbeat. The scraping sound came again, loud as I’d ever heard it; it came from inside the bathroom somewhere, near the door. And then it stopped entirely. Aside from the sound of the water running, the apartment fell silent. Not a deadly silence, not a tension filled silence, just, silent. I stared for the longest time, what had to be only about fifteen seconds, but what felt like two hours, at the dim outline of the open door. I saw nothing. I turned to pull the curtain next to me back. And I screamed.
The dark outline of a figure, darker than any of the rest of the gloom, stood almost directly on the other side of the curtain, less than a foot from me. If it’d been any closer, it would’ve been pressing into the curtain itself. It stood completely motionless, though I could tell it was looking in my direction from the feeling washing over me in waves, sending a tsunami of chills through me. I couldn’t tell whether it was a man or woman, or hell, if it was even human. It was a human like figure; that was all I could tell. My breath came out in a ragged gasp, and I involuntarily let out a whisper. “Oh, fuck me…”
That was when it lunged at me. I let out a loud scream as the curtain pressed in against its weight, wrapping around it, and subsequently me as I saw arms reaching out to grab me. The momentum of it smashing into me caused me to slip on the wet shower floor, and I went flying backwards. My head smashed into the tub’s faucet, causing me to let out a cry of pain and stars to flash in my vision as I fell to the floor of the tub. It was still there, as I could feel it on top of me, but it never let out a single sound. Something sharp jabbed into my leg, and I let out another scream at the sudden explosion of pain come from my thigh. Another jammed into my shoulder, and I kicked out at the dark figure inches from my face through the curtain. I felt it impact something, but it seemed to have no effect. Another stab of pain came from my shoulder as whatever it was using, a weapon or…claws, jammed into the wound it had already made. I kept screaming as I thrashed around, trying to jam myself into a position where I could reach out.
I heard furious knocking coming from my front door, but it sounded like it was a mile away. “Help me!” I screamed as loudly as I could, still lashing out. Just as I began to feel woozy, I felt my hand brush the edge of the toilet seat, and with it, the cold metal handle of my wrench. Grabbing it as hard as I could, I swung out with all my remaining strength into what had to be the head of the thing. It seemed to stumble a bit at the blow, and I used that precious second to wrench myself out from underneath it, tumbling over the edge of the tub and onto the bathroom floor. I heard it thrashing about with the fallen shower curtain, furiously tearing at it in an attempt to get to me. But I was stumbling to my feet, noting as I did the amount of blood falling to the floor. I struggled to the front door as I heard it finally break free, crashing back onto the bathroom floor, but still remaining silent. I unlocked the door and wrenched it open, revealing the concerned face of my next door neighbor.
When he saw my condition, his face paled. Before I had a chance to say anything, I yelled. “I’m being attacked, it’s in there!” pointing back towards the bathroom. Grabbing me, he pulled me into his open apartment door, slamming it closed and locking it. He quickly brought me a bathrobe and called the police. As he did, I could hear the sounds of it tearing through the apartment, doing God only knows what. It stayed that way until I heard the wail of sirens coming down the road, at which point, I heard everything fall silent in my apartment. A few moments later, I heard the thundering of steps pound up the stairs to the second floor, followed by the yell of the officers. After a few minutes, my neighbor and I heard the hard knock at his door. “Police!”
I was helped to an ambulance, where I was taken to the hospital. In addition to splitting open my scalp on the faucet, I’d been cut up pretty badly, though by what, the doctors couldn’t tell me. They couldn’t even tell themselves. “It’s the damndest thing” one told me as they sewed the wounds closed, “If it hadn’t been for the fact you’d seen a person, I would’ve said you’d been attacked by an animal. These look like puncture wounds from claws!”
The police never found a trace of what had attacked me. I already knew they wouldn’t. It wasn’t a man who’d attacked me. It hadn’t even been human. The case is still open to this day, though I’ve long since stopped getting update calls from the detectives in charge of the case. Tyler and I moved out of the apartment as soon as I left the hospital; he chose to stay at his new girlfriend’s house while I recovered. He’s under the belief I was attacked by an intruder, as is everyone else I know. I just say that whenever anyone asks. It’s easier that way, then trying to explain what I know won’t be believed. That’s why I’m posting this here. I just, feel the need to have to tell someone what actually happened to me that day. This is a place I know I’ll be believed, or at least, won’t be called nuts for it. That figure simply appeared on the other side of the curtain. I never saw it cross the room, and I know, even in the dark, I would have. And even then. Nothing human could possibly be been that silent.
I also know someone else moved into that apartment since then, though I don’t know who they are. I pray they won’t ever end up receiving a visit from…whatever that thing was. The two of us are now renting a nice, relatively cheap two bedroom house miles away from that place. I’ve never felt the sensation of being watched again, and I’ve thankfully never heard the scraping sound. At least, in my waking hours. I still hear it in my dreams, though. I still see that shape standing just on the other side of the curtain in the dark. It will likely stay there until the day I’m on my deathbed. I always feel tense now when I step into the bathroom to wash myself, but, I’ve always felt safe in my new place.
I don’t shower with my door ajar anymore. I make sure it’s closed and firmly locked before I undress and hop in. I’ve always felt safe in my new place, but, I’m not taking any chances.
Because I don’t know if it’s trapped in that apartment. Or if it can leave whenever it wants.
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2023.03.30 03:44 Confident_Today_4141 I (19F) want and need to drop out of university for my own mental and financial benefit, but my parents are absolutely not going to be happy about it.

TL;DR I am not financially dependent on my parents, I want to drop out of university and move out, but I do not want my parents to write me off as a failure and never talk to me again because of it.
So essentially I have been an "academic powerhouse" my entire life. I never took anything below an honors class all throughout middle and high school, and in high school I was in several extracurriculars including National English Honors Society, NHS, Beta Club President, student class vice president, etc. I also enrolled in and completed 9 AP classes for credits throughout high school. I never made anything below a 95 in any class, ever.
All that being said, I AM BURNED TF OUT! I thought college would be enough of an environmental change to reengage me in school and give me the motivation to push through, but after only 1 1/2 semesters I am completely ready to take a gap year-- or maybe a few years -- to settle, save some money, and just enjoy being young without the added stress of school.
As it is, I already have 3 jobs, however I cannot just quit working and just focus on school as my parents do not give me money for food, clothing, books, or just other mundane necessities like laundry detergent and body wash. I live in a 4 bedroom apartment that my academic scholarships have paid for, but that of course does not cover all of my living expenses.
I need a break, desperately.
What I have not yet mentioned is that my living situation at home is less than stellar. My father is a narcissist and a drunk, who has more than once hurt me physically and almost daily verbally assaults me and my family. He will drink and drive at 9am, speeding at felony level speeds all while he is also high af. Both me and my brother (20M) are adults now, however he still has us on tracking apps, we have to ask permission to do almost anything (even though we pay for our own activities, transportation, etc.) My mother pretty much does not care about what we do, however she will be the most reluctant to the idea of me dropping out because she has always been the one pushing me and my brother to be academically successful. My brother lives at home and goes to a university very close to our house, but they do not bother or care nearly as much about what he does because he never tried to cultivate a relationship with them like I did.
I am not financially dependent on my parents whatsoever. They bought my brother a car, they have not bought me one. They pay for part of my brother's education, they do not pay for mine (except some application fees in the beginning totaling less than $100). As it is now, none of my clothes, food, bedding, apartment decorations, kitchen appliances, personal care items, ANYTHING has been bought by them excluding maybe some socks I got as Christmas presents.
My parent's background goes a long way to explain why they are so distrustful / think that dropping out of school will ruin my life. My mom moved out when she was 16 years old (mind you, for absolutely no reason because her mother, my mamaw, is an absolutely wonderful lady who was fully willing to financially support her through high school, college, or just being a young person not in school because she did this for my uncle as well) and went straight into work. She never went back to college until she was 29, and she then got pregnant with my brother and dropped out of college and did not go back for 12 years. She then completed her degree and now has a masters and makes pretty decent money. My dad dropped out of high school his junior year (for better reasons than my mother, as my grandfather died when my dad was seven and he had to live through abusive step fathers and had a generally rough upbringing). He then just partied with his friends and my mom, got high, drank, played video games, and worked about 100 different minimum wages jobs that he would work at for 2 weeks and then quit, until he was 27 and my mom got pregnant and he got a job as a delivery driver which he would be for the next 10 years. He then applied for a job in a factory and now makes decent money, but not near as much as my mother.
So essentially, they think my decision to take a break from school will send me down the same hard path they had.
My plan is to move out of my house, take a gap year or a couple from college, and just enjoy being young. I have an extremely close friend group consisting of 10 people between 19 and 23 years old. They all live on their own and I have several different options for who I would move in with, as they have all offered since they are familiar with my living situation.
A few of my friends are attending university. A few online and one still attends a standard brick and mortar university. ALL of them have significantly cheaper tuitions because they are considered an independent, but due to my parents still claiming me as a dependent my scholarships have had to do all of the heavy lifting to get me through.
I say all of this to ask, how the hell do I go about this? I want to just walk up to them and say "this is what I am doing and there is nothing you can do to stop me" but I do not want them to completely cut off all contact with me and write me off as a failure. How do I get my parents to understand that my friends have not convinced me to do this and that this is really the option that is best for me? I know I can afford to live on my own, as I will most likely be living in a 3 bedroom apartment with 4 people that will cost me less that 250 a month to live in. I just want independence and the freedom to finally breath and make my own decisions. What should I do?
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2023.03.30 03:41 DeathSentryCoH Scarcity of tofu at local stores

So.. there is a Walmart near me where I used to buy extra firm tofu blocks. Recently they stopped carrying it but instead direct you to order from another company online at much higher prices.
My local grocery store also stopped providing it. Are you seeing the same in your areas? Any recommendations on online companies to order from at reasonable prices? Ty
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2023.03.30 03:17 wanheda1001 Why am i so different

I feel like I never fit in with people. Always felt like an outsider throughout childhood and teens but now it feels worse than ever. I was considered the ‘smart-gifted-cultured-ideal child’ growing up and don’t mean to brag but I was different than almost everyone around me in terms of this. I was never a part of any popular school cliques, had a few nice connections w mates here and there but eventually everyone moved away/apart. I consider myself an introvert and get anxious around too many/new people and try avoiding such situations as much as possible. Recently moved to a whole new country for uni and as expected I’ve been having a hard time here as well. I did make a few friends I thought were ‘like me’ but everyone’s just so different and I try really hard to mingle and enjoy w them but I just can’t get myself to. We recently went for a concert, and I was barely able to enjoy myself because all of them were shit drunk and got very loud and embarrassing and being the only sober person around these hammered adults made me very uncomfortable. A few of them spent more than half of the very expensive concert throwing up and disrupting the experience for all of us, like the only purpose for the trip was to get drunk. I’m relatively younger than most people in my class and have recently stepped into the ‘real world’ after living in a rather protective community w my family all my life. A little about me, I don’t drink or smoke or have any sorts of addictions, not even caffeine. I’m not even the least bit curious to try out any of this because I consciously know the risks associated w them and wouldn’t ever want to voluntarily get involved w these poisons. And every time I hang out w people who drink or behave inappropriately under its effects I just feel more and more repulsed by alcohol. Idk if anyone can relate to me but it’s so hard to find people to hang with who don’t require substances to have ‘fun’. I don’t enjoy clubbing and basically the whole vibe of bars/clubs. I don’t have any tattoos, piercings, hair colour, don’t prefer slutty clothing and don’t ever plan on getting any of it. I don’t cuss and have never sweared in my life, regardless of the situation. I don’t lie and am generally very kind to everyone. I haven’t even had sex ever and I think I can wait to explore it a little later on in life. And I don’t like the concept of hooking up with random people, just seems too shallow and not to mention risky. As you can tell I have very different interests than most of the world, I’m just a very simple person who appreciates the little things in life and lives by the rules. I just want to form meaningful bonds with people who would understand me and would enjoy painting or talking about the universe with me. In almost a year at uni now I haven’t encountered one such person and I’m starting to lose hope. I enjoy spending time with myself but when I see these people hanging out with their 50 friends every wknd it makes me feel v isolated and makes me wonder if there’s something wrong with me because why don’t I enjoy these things?? The whole concept of getting wasted in a bar dressed half naked and waking up in a random person’s room the next day only to never see them again makes me feel disgusted and I hate how normalized this is in the world today. Even my closest childhood friends have grown into all these things because they think thats what adulthood is all about now that we have the freedom to do what we want. I never had that phase, and never cared about trying out drugs or even vapes or wtv. Either I haven’t really grown mentally or was always mature to know better than to get attracted to these vices. When I say I’m different than everyone else I genuinely mean it. I do have exceptional intelligence and understand most things better than others, but ig this is the price I have to pay in this world for being able to see above most things. Idk what will make me feel better at this point, some validation or just someone I can connect with and someone who would understand what I’m going through and advice me on how to cope with people everywhere. Sorry for the rant, I just had to let it out into the void.
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2023.03.30 03:13 GunGuyDrew [WTS] BCM 14.5” BFH Upper with BCM BCG - Vortex Razor Gen 2 E 1-6x - EoTech EXPS2-2 - Surefire M600DF with UE Tailcap and Modbutton
Please comment, then PM me (no chats)
PayPal FF preferred
If my prices are off please shame me in the comments
I will consider trades (+/- cash on either end) for IR LaseIlluminators (FP Peq15, DBal D2 or I2, Mawl, Raid Xe, etc) or comment if you have one to sell

BCM BFH 14.5” Mid Length Upper Receiver Group

Factory assembled BCM upper
14.5” cold hammer forged barrel
Mid length gas system
Standard profile barrel (non ELW)
~500rds through the upper
BCM BCG with ~1200rds
MIlspec Charging Handle
MCX 3 Prong Flash Hider (not pinned)
Has been spray painted and stripped, 99% of the spray paint is gone but you still may find some inside the handguard and in the cracks and crevices.
$650 shipped or less if you don't want bcg/ch/fh

EoTech Exps2-2

Has some salt on the hood, perfectly clear and functional

09/17 inspection date

Hard case and docs included

$420 shipped

Surefire M600DF with UE cap and Modbutton

Includes UE Tailcap, Modbutton, factory rail clamp, Surefire 18650 and 18650 charger

$300 shipped

Vortex Razor Gen 2 E 1-6x24

JM-1 Reticle


Has a couple small marks on both turret caps but perfectly functional and clear

Throw lever, box and docs included

$1000 shipped

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2023.03.30 02:58 Derextreme [H] Cheap games [W] PayPal. Steam wallet, steam trading cards/boosters

Looking to start building badges for my profile. I'll sell/trade anything here for half the current value on Cards/boosters I will count as their current price, and not the after fees price.
Trading for cards I'll be a little picky on. I don't want a bunch of random badges for the sake of xp, but I do have a fairly long list of games I want cards for.
Has card drops:
No Card drops:
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2023.03.30 02:52 Derextreme [H] Cheap games [W] PayPal, Steam wallet, steam trading cards/boosters

Looking to start building badges for my profile. I'll sell/trade anything here for half the current value on Cards/boosters I will count as their current price, and not the after fees price.
Trading for cards I'll be a little picky on. I don't want a bunch of random badges for the sake of xp, but I do have a fairly long list of games I want cards for.
Has card drops:
No Card drops:
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2023.03.30 02:50 Accomplished-News207 Why am I so disappointed?

Why am I so disappointed?
I spent nearly a year grinding at the end of year 3. So by the time I moved to year 4 last summer my clubs all leveled up as far as they could. This gave me a false sense I was leveling them up all somewhat evenly, as I always rotated the classes I did to try and keep them even. I kinda expected them to level all the way up again when I moved to year 5 last week. They did not, which is kinda cool to see them move again, but I was not prepared for them to be so uneven lol. I don't know why but my heart dropped. Sorry thats all for my disappointment for the day lol
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