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Hello, world🤣. Guess you guys don’t see someone from China often lmao. To write a successful introduction I feel one has to have something attractive , or interesting, also backed up with tiiiiiny bit of arrogance.
But lucky you! You landed on my intro... IF you can overlook the nonexistent arrogance, genuine loss of what might be considered interesting, and the possibility to experience lots of culture shocks. Then shoot me a message! I assure you I don't bite... too shy for that.. at least won't bite strangers.. lol.
I believe that every conversation we have is in essence a discovery, so think of it NOT as something like Spot the Similarities game of our self introductions, but like what Gump says, a box of chocolate, you never know what you are going to get.
Okay, just to make sure this ‘discovery’ is less of a Residential Evil kind of total disaster, but more like Willie Wonka with extra chocolate and fewer crazy machines, I still have a self introduction here.
I’m a: Chinese, English major college student with interests in international politics, Ravenclaw, game lover, and swinging between INFP and INFJ
I value: a quality conversation, sincere friendship, open mind, good literature and any form of nice pictures (hand drawn, moving, etc. ).
I like: Lord of the Rings, Detroit Become Human, Yes Minister, Community, Cowboy Bebop, True Detective, Yellowstone, backpacking, traveling WITHOUT TOURIST GROUPS, intercultural communication, a quote “Judge not lest ye be judged”,
I don’t like: being defined solely based on a single element like nationality or any forms of politics etc.
Well, I fully acknowledge the fact that the general impression of mainland China on this app is …. Uhmmmm. Well, it can be better 🤣. But I consider myself to be an open minded person, so I’m literally pretty much open to any possible topics there are, I might not be interested in some of those, but yeah, no harm to just talk about it 🤣🤣🤣.
So, thank you for reading this far and if you are still down to talk with someone from the “mysterious orient”, hmu and let a message marks the beginning of our discovery :) ah, my name is Tony, what's yours ;)

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--- Hr3101m973S’s perspective---
---Tuesday, 31st of October, 2682 Terran Calendar---
---Southwestern Scotland---
I ride the speeder at an altitude of 307m over the rural landscape.
I have 158 other bodies making similar deliveries across Britain right now, as well as 29 in Ireland and 11 in Doggerland. Though, none of them have quite as spectacular a view as this one does so, for the moment, this is the body whose sensory feed I’m paying the most attention to.
I see a large herd of mammoths walking at the edge of the Galloway Forest.
Though it has a better view, the news I’m carrying with this body is just as grim as all the rest.
In hindsight, it’s probably a good thing that I was such a spendthrift with regard to my fleet of courier bodies… If I hadn’t been, if I’d selected abilities that let them do much more than deliver things, they may well have been requisitioned for military use… which, I suppose, they were anyway… but there’s a big difference between delivering notices on Earth and fighting on some distant planet!
Still, if sacrificing my replaceable bodies would save even a single irreplaceable life, I would definitely have done it.
The city comes into view.
Calling it a ‘city’ may be a little generous… it only has 2,507,963 inhabitants.
That may have been a respectable city in the 22nd Century but, for context, nearby Dumfries has 7,491,509 and Glasgow has 24,339,192!
Stranraer occupies a rare middleground between the historic hamlets that are allowed to exist in the countryside and the megalopoleis where around 98.32% of people on Earth live.
I land in the northern part of the town and step off my speeder.
I get some raised eyebrows as I walk from the landing pad to the residential home.
I don’t blame them!
Before the War, every single one of my courier bodies had a full suit of elastomer over their entire body, to make them seem more lifelike… Now, though, that’s considered a luxury and, so, this particular unit is walking around with its metal endoskeleton bare, bar its uniform.
The effect can be a little offputting… though, in truth, it may also have to do with the news they’ve inferred me to be delivering to some unlucky soul.
I cross the wall into the garden and begin walking up the steps, through the mosslawn shrouded by pinus sylvestris trees, to the house on top of the little hillock.
It takes me 12 seconds to reach the door from the gate… I can’t rush, I need to give this girl her due respect.
I rap on the door 3 times and hear the knocks echo through the cavernous hall behind.
A man opens the door.
I begin, speaking in the most popular local dialect of Lallans Scots that I know to be this man’s primary speech register “Greetings, Mr Baird. I don’t know if you remember me but…”
“I remember you! I’m organic, not daft! You’ve been here enough times already…” interrupts the residential care manager, his demeanour gruff and no-nonsense “…Come in, Hermes… You can wait in the kitchen while I go get her.”
I step into the building, passing below the lowest of 5 balcony walkways into an open space with a skylight ceiling, allowing in the natural light.
I let the man lead the way to a large kitchen.
He pulls out a chair for me.
“Thank you, Sir, but I believe I ought to remain standing to make this delivery.” I respond, politely.
“Suit yourself…” he shrugs before walking off, presumably to fetch the girl he knows I’m here for.
I wait several minutes before he reappears.
The girl he has in tow is the perfect match of the file photo (though a few years older). She is average height, 178cm, and has an average build. Her skin is pale, her eyes are emerald green and her hair is long, absurdly voluminous, curly and vividly red.
She looks to be in fine physical health and is making no pretence of illness or injury, though she is scowling at me.
The grey bearded man shuts the door, leaving me alone with the girl.
“Could you tell me your name, please?” I ask, already knowing.
“Esme Reid.” she answers, truculently.
“And your date of birth, Ms Reid?”
“31st of October, 2664. Come to give me a birthday present, have you(?)” she says, folding her arms, pursing her lips and looking away to the kitchen counter by the window.
“Thank you…” I say, reaching into my bag to withdraw a letter and a large holopad with a stylus attached.
I hold the letter out to her and say “This is your conscription notice, Ms Reid. Please sign receipt of it here.” indicating the holo.
Her eyes flick from the paper to the screen before she drily answers “I don’t suppose, if I don’t take that or don’t sign for it, that’d mean I couldn’t be drafted, would it(?!)”
I shake my head and respond “I’m afraid that no such loophole exists, Ms Reid… If you have a conscientious objection to fighting, you could request a nonmilitary national service. However, you would be asked to provide some proof of your conscientiousness and…”
“I’m no bleeding heart…” she says, snatching the letter from my hand, irritably “…I’ll sign for my bloody death warrant!” scrawling her name on the pad.
Without looking at the pad, I check the signature she provided against the one on file and find it a close enough match to proceed.
“Thank you, Ms Reid. Please report to your local recruitment office in Stranraer within 14 days for your physical and psychological fitness assessments. They’ll then interview you regarding your preferences for training and deployment and they’ll try to take those into account when assigning them.
“Great(!) Maybe if I can convince my evaluator that I’m cracked enough in the head, I won’t get sent off to die like my mam and dad did(!)” she quips, sarcastically.
“I don’t think you’ll have much luck with that strategy, Ms Reid… Sol’s government have had quite the interest in weeding out malingerers these past few years… I would put the odds of success below 1%.” 0.75619902%, actually, but that’s too many decimals for most biologicals’ patience(!)
She frowns up at me and demands “I’m being such a brat about this… Why are you still being so friendly!?”
I laugh “Ms Reid, though I strongly encourage you not to express the same demeanour to your drill instructors as you are with me, you are far from the worst person I’ve delivered this news to in even the last half hour!… Right now, I’ve got a draftee in Leeds who’s explaining a hairbrained scheme involving unethically cloning a replacement to fight in his stead, I’ve got one in Bristol who’s trying to beat up my body but only really succeeding in hurting herself, I’ve got one in Edinburgh that’s run away in an attempt not to be served… by comparison, a bit of scowling and sarcasm is rather tame!”
“Huh!… Guess I’m not quite the bad girl Ms. Larch always told me I was, am I(!)”
“It seems you shall simply have to work harder(!) I believe there is a leather jacket emporium in Stranraer that still does business…”
She smiles and laughs for the first time that I’ve seen.
That’s the real reason I don’t get touchy about the attitudes expressed to me by draftees: It makes my job so much easier when I soften the blow with good manners and good humour.
As unfair as it is that so many choose to shoot the messenger, it’s understandable when you consider the messages I carry.
“Ms Reid…” I start, seriously but softly “…if you truly do not wish to fight, you know there are alternatives? You can discuss them with your recruitment officer but…”
“I got no special skills, Hermes… Nothing I can do that an AI couldn’t do faster and better… The Merchant Navy’s basically as dangerous as the Navy Navy, just less armed… the Humanitarian corps has a waiting list so long that the War’d be over (one way or another) long before they got to the point of considering me… I know where I’m going… no use in fighting it…”
“Alright, Ms Reid… I wish you the best…” I say, turning to leave.
Mr Baird shows me out of the house.
Rather than walking back to the landingpad, to retrieve my bike, I walk the other way.
My bag is still heavy with conscription notices… it only makes sense to deliver all the ones in this town first…
---Oskar’s Perspective---
---Southern Doggerland---
The evening sun plays off of the calm waves of the North Sea.
It should be raining on a day like this…
This gorgeous weather is slapping me in the face and telling me to be happy, to be content…
I know the weather does not care for the happenings of people… I know that, if it rained everywhere and every day there was a funeral, the whole world would flood… I know this… and still… I hate this contrast between my grim, internal misery and the tranquil sun drenched beach where I stand, this autumn day… There’s barely even any snow on the grass…
When this War started, I was fourteen and had two loving parents…
My Father was too old to serve, at 51…
At 37, my mother was not…
Yet, it’s not my mother’s funeral I am attending right now. That was two months ago.
No… the strongly built 55 year old man, dressed in a long white robe and clutching a Norse langsverð, despite having been a fishfarmer and not a warrior, is my father… Lars ‘Walker’ Taylor.
His eyes are closed and he lies within a wooden boat, around 80cm wide and 3m long.
This boat was never meant to touch the water… I bought it from a supplier in Bankland that specialises in funerary boats for Doggerland’s Forn Siðr community.
I already recited a poem… there’s nothing else for me to do until the singer begins.
I’m not listening to the Goði prattle on about Valhalla and Ragnarök… I’m just looking at my father’s face… oscillating between hating him for doing this to me and hating myself for doing this to him.
The sermon concludes and a blonde woman, like everyone else present, dressed in snow white funeral clothes, steps forward.
One of the three men behind her brings his bow to the three strings of his tagelharpa, another raises a flute carved out of a cow’s leg bone to his lips, the last begins banging out a slow beat on his drum.
The band would definitely be larger if so many of the Hof’s musicians hadn’t been called up to serve.
The men begin playing a mournful tune and the woman begins a wailing, melismatic melody, not in English, the first language of most here, not in my father’s native Frisian, not even in New Norse, the liturgical language of his faith…
She sings in a strain of Norwegian that was spoken centuries ago, when there were barely any Forn Siðr practitioners living.
mf♫ Eg songane søkte
Eg songane sende
Då den djupaste brunni
Gav meg dråpar så ramme
Av Valfaders pant♫mf
I have a final part to play in this ritual.
The Goði picks up the torch and lights it against a flaming brazier before beckoning to me.
I step forward from the small crowd.
In contrast to most, whose clothes are pristine white robes and tunics and such, I wear the same simple white suit that I wore two months ago.
I may be a nonbeliever but no one at my father’s Hof challenged the idea that I was the most fitting person to perform this last rite for him.
I take the torch from the man and walk to my father’s side.
I hesitate before I touch it to one of the mounds of high energy, smokeless fuel that surround his body… but only for a moment…
The flame quickly takes and, before the current verse of the song is even finished, the entire boat is engulfed in fire.
I toss the torch in and step back from the conflagration.
Minutes pass as I watch the inferno consume the entire pyre.
I barely notice the music stop.
I barely notice the crowd thinning as people leave.
I just watch as the man’s existence is wiped from the Earth.
“Have you thought about what you’re going to do now, brother?” asks a voice from beside me.
Without looking at the Pagan cleric, I dully answer “I have.”
“And, what is that… if I may ask?”
“My birthday’s in January… I’ll be drafted… but I don’t have to wait… I’m going to go to the recruitment office and request an early start to my training… by the time it’s done, I’ll be 18 and they’ll be legally able to deploy me.”
“I… see… that’s certainly… an option… Have you thought about…?”
“I haven’t, Tormund. This is what I’m doing.” I state, still looking at the blaze.
“I see… I wish you well then, Oskar…” Tormund says, sincerely.
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Following the events of Elimination Chamber, Dragunov looks persistent on training for his big match against his leader at Wrestlemania for the coveted IC Championship. Following Dragunov's victory, Gunther gets a bit nervous due to Dragunov being one of two people to beat him in WWE. He tries to combat this by ensuring Dragunov isn't able to have matches but he is unsuccessful in doing this. Instead, he forces Dragunov to endure a Open Challenge Gauntlet Match to prove that he is a worthy challenger. Gunther also puts Dragunov's IC Championship opportunity on the line to give him that extra security leading to Wrestlemania. This forced stipulation does not bode well with Dragunov but he still goes ahead with this added torture because HE'S ILJA FUCKING DRAGUNOV!!
With Gunther observing from the outside, Dragunov stands in the ring, awaiting his first opponent who turns out to be Angel Garza. Garza is toyed about with for a few minutes before Dragunov hits him with the Torpedo Moscow to dispatch of the first competitor. Next to come out is Ashante Adonis, much to Gunther's displeasure. Dragunov makes Adonis his bitch, sending him back to catering with the Torpedo Moscow. This continues to happen as more and more jobbers come out just to be smacked out by Dragunov. This leads to Gunther just stopping the match and telling Dragunov he's proved nothing here, so instead, he'll have a 2v1 handicap match next week against Vinci and Kaiser.
The numbers disadvantage does take a toll on Dragunov heading into the start of the bout but he manages to recuperate and take on both men at once. Dragunov eventually lays his stablemates out, ending the match by choking the life out of Vinci with the same submission he beat Gunther with, all while staring a whole through Gunther who for the first time in his career looks to be at unease. As Gunther enters the ring, he and Dragunov butt heads as Dragunov asks him if thats enough, before exiting the ring.
Next week, Imperium bring Dragunov out as it appears Gunther has finally decided Dragunov is worthy challenger, but reveals he has one challenge left. Out of nowhere, Kaiser and Vinci jump Dragunov as Gunther looks down on him, calling him pathetic and saying he'll never be worthy to be a challenger for his title. Gunther then pushes his stablemates away, taking matters into his own hands as he starts choking out Dragunov. Dragunov eventually fades as Gunther hits him with the Last Symphony. Gunther doesn't think this is enough however, and calls for the steel steps in the ring. Kaiser brings them in the ring as Gunther picks Dragunov up on his shoulders and POWERBOMBS HIM ON THE STEPS!! Vinci and Kaiser drag Dragunov's lifeless body out of the ring as they begin tearing the announce table apart. Gunther joins them and puts the final nail in the coffin, POWERBOMBING HIM THROUGH THE TABLE!! Imperium begins backing away, looking proud at the carnage they've produced as Dragunov is stretchered out of the arena.
As the weeks close in, the chances of Dragunov getting his title match look slimmer and slimmer. That is until two weeks before Wrestlemania, during a Tag Team title match between Imperium and Alpha Academy, DRAGUNOV MADE HIS RETURN!!! He comes down to the ring as Vinci and Kaiser look in disbelief. Alpha Academy would begin distracting the referee as the champions come down to attack Dragunov, who lays out both of them. Dragunov would go on to hit Kaiser with a Torpedo Moscow before rolling him back in the ring, allowing Alpha Academy to steal the titles as Dragunov manages to rectify the first of his mistakes in Imperium.
The second mistake? Sticking by Gunther's side. On the RAW before Wrestlemania, Gunther and Dragunov come face to face on last time, and despite Gunther's best efforts over the past month and a bit, he still has to come face to face with his worst nightmare. Imperium walk out with him, clearly fucking pissed after last week's shenanigans but Gunther sends them to the back, insisting he wants to face his biggest demon on his own. Gunther tries getting into Dragunov's head, telling him he respects him after everything he's endured and understands why , but it doesn't work as Dragunov looks to get revenge, attacking Gunther as a form of revenge for last week. He hits him with a Torpedo Moscow as he vows to end Gunther's tyrancy over RAW.
Wrestlemania XL:
This is it. His big shot. Will Dragunov end Gunther's reign of terror, or will the tyrant reign supreme? Things don't look well for Dragunov in the beginning as he is manhandled by Gunther but after an unexpected slip-up from Gunther which Dragunov capitalises upon, he finds himself in the driver's seat, even hitting Gunther with a Torpedo Moscow but only getting a 2 count. Gunther would respond to this with his vicious chops before hitting that Powerbomb which gets a 2 as well. Gunther continues his assault, not letting Dragunov get a touch of offence in with the fear slipping through the cracks. This fear would turn into desperation as Gunther would hit a trifecta of Powerbombs for A 1 COUNT???!! Dragunov would come back to his feet right after this, clearly fired up as he knocks Gunther's head off with a brutal Lariat. This isn't enough as he hits the Torpedo Moscow as the reign looks set to be over BUT GUNTHER KICKS OUT AGAIN!! Dragunov then goes to the move which helped him beat Gunther 3 years prior, but Gunther scouts it and escapes before HITTING A BURNING LARIAT AND THE FINAL SYMPHONY!! 1..2..KICKOUT!!! DRAGUNOV IS NOT HUMAN!! Gunther's desperation picks up as he goes to the final resort, the Gojira Clutch. Dragunov evades it though and OUT OF NOWHERE HITS A TORPEDO MOSCOW!! He goes to the corner and signals for another, WHICH HE HITS!!! 1..2..3!! GUNTHER'S 667 DAY REIGN IS OVER!!!

Kaggle has updated their packages which causes the "aiserver.py" error. I have no idea how to select the correct version of the packages so I have created my own notebook.
My notebook is similar to ssnokami's except I had to add some missing packages myself and pin the correct environment date.
My notebook- https://www.kaggle.com/samdoses/kobold-ai-2
Previous post (setup instructions)-https://www.reddit.com/KoboldAI/comments/13gf5iw/guide_to_run_koboldai_on_kaggle_instead_of_google/
Changes to the guide to use KoboldAI-

• Use the same steps in my previous post but use my notebook instead.
• Keep the environment as original
• leave the model "GPT-J-6B-Skein" in place (You can select your model later)

Select the model-

• Open the ngrok link to enter the Kobold AI client
• Click "AI" on the top left of the page
• You can select the default model or a custom model from hugging face.
• For a custom model you need to copy the authors name and the model (for example "TehVenom/Pygmalion-7b-Merged-Safetensors")
• Select the model and split the layers between each T4 GPU
• If you want something larger than a 6B or 7B model you need to add a few CPU layers (This is not recommended since it is very slow)

Tips-

• Use the "GPU T4 x2" accelerator for much faster speeds and more GPU memory
• Select "File only" as the persistence for much faster model loading

Hopefully this fix will keep the Kaggle version of KoboldAI working. Leave a comment if you have any questions.

You know, one thing I've come to realize recently is that there's this specific type of ML I'm very soft for. I mostly encounter them as SML, not the endgame, and my heart goes soft and I can't help but wonder how it would go if the FL ended up with them instead.
The FL should be someone independent. Someone who's competent and can do things on her own. She moves the plot by herself and has her own agenda. While the ML is right behind her, a large net that catches her whenever she falls. She's the kickass and he's in the crowd cheering her on with a large banner. She's in the spotlight and doing things while he's supporting her with all he can and protecting her behind her back or shielding her whenever things go wrong.
This is how things are going for years. All this time, he's behind her offering silent support and encouragement. That's because he's in love with her, all this time. But she isn't. So he's waiting. He's been waiting all this while for her and helping in the sidelines. Basically she's in the lead, he does what she wants him to.
In Vincenzo, you know the villain or SML who was around Cha-Young all the time in the first few episodes? He was like a puppy. Cha-Young wasn't really that receptive of his advances but he would follow her around. And she would forget where her car was parked but he would know. Something like that. Of course, after we got to know that he was the villain and he started harming her, that's not what I'm talking about.
One The Woman also has SML who is like that. He's always been in love with her but she kept rejecting him. But whenever she needs something he's always there. Whenever something bad happens and he drinks with her. In one of the episodes, he tells her, "It's a habit now. Something that never goes away and becomes a part of you." I liked that.
See, I'm asking if you can remember dramas where you felt like the FL had her own agency, her own plan she worked on the whole drama. She was the type of person who took control and the ML was okay with letting her be the one in charge. And where you felt like the ML was always supporting her and protecting her. Whenever something goes awry, she would call him first. And he was in love with her far longer than she was in love with him. If they are long-time friends and he's waiting for her, it would be better. They are both comfortable around each other. They are friends. ML should give off beta vibes.
He must be open with his devotion rather than acting all, "I don't care about you" otherwise the whole thing wouldn't make sense.
MLs I found who kind of give the vibe are from:
The Glory. He was just always there, in love with her, ready for her whenever she needed something. She's independent and does her own thing. She decides what to do and he mostly follows along.
Happiness. He was in love with her from their High School years and waited for her, by her side! I liked how he always protected her but also never stopped her from doing her own thing.
Soundtrack #1. Childhood friends to lovers where he was in love since the beginning and waited for her for 9 years but she had no idea. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable so he never told her his feelings. He was the sweetest.
Why Her? He was in love with her from the start. Whenever she needed something, he was there. He protected as much as he could. He was just someone who she could breathe comfortably near. he was supporting her without ever asking anything in return.

Before we even started dating, my (now ex) boyfriend was sending nudes of himself to 2 men in exchange for money/work. He works in an industry (acting) that is very male dominated, mostly by gay men and was in a bad financial spot due to lack of jobs, which happened during the pandemic. During this time, he basically refused to get a job other than what was in the industry (probably 2 years of not really getting any jobs). His previous manager signed him when he was around 19. Im not sure if he was maybe blackmailed, groomed or manipulated into doing this to be put up for jobs/money. I’m not saying this to give my him the benefit of the doubt, but his old manager really is a bit psycho and creepy from what I have seen/heard from others as well, since he’s well known in the industry. When we started dating, he stopped talking and seeing his manager about 4 months into our relationship. This ultimately did not help his career. The whole time he was also talking to another guy (he never met in person) and doing the same in exchange for money. He eventually met him in person because this new guy was going to be his new manager. He got flown out. I didn’t realize that he was flirting with them as well. Is this considered cheating? If he maybe told me what he was doing, it might be different? Or at least ask if Im ok with him doing this for the sake of his career. When I initially had a weird feeling about it he denied it and would get defensive. I really felt like I was crazy for thinking he’d do that. He was always open about talking to them, but I didn’t know he was sending them explicit pictures or going along with their flirting. When I went through his phone and found out, he was very apologetic and stopped. He knew it was wrong, but he said it was not cheating because his intentions were work related. Im not sure what to think. I’m really not sure if when he first made his break into the acting world if his old manager made him do this and he felt like this was the only or best way to advance due to past experience. He said these men don’t actually think they’re in a relationship with him even if they want to be, and that they know it’s “just business.” I feel like I can’t tell anyone, so I need advice. I know that if this was a girl he was doing this with it would be cheating, even if it was solely for money or jobs. But since he is not interested in men and was doing this to get jobs/advance in his career, I don’t know how to feel. To add to all of this, I don’t know if he ever had done anything physical either. He said he never has, even before meeting me. If he did do anything physical before meeting me, it’s honestly in the past, although I don’t think he should be in this kind of contact with anyone who he had a physical connection with. However, his old manager basically tried to scare him into thinking he had monkey pox over the summer when there was an outbreak. My ex got so upset, was crying and went to the doctor and everything. I didn’t know of any of this at the time, but it did raise some red flags. If they weren’t doing anything physical, the chances of getting monkey pox were probably pretty low. Then again, it was new and I guess even know no one really knows how it is transmitted. Some sources said it can only be transmitted through sex, while others said it can be transmitted through sheets or anything like that. It’s just the fact that his old manager tried to convince him that he had it and passed it on to him after they saw each other is what made me suspicious.
Anyway, some advice would really help. My mind is just going in so many places and I guess it’s not so black and white, so it’s hard for me to see if my feelings are valid here..

I guess I pretty much explained it in the title. Just looking for a friendly and social 18+ guild thats relatively large and active but also open to beginners. I'm a CP 240 magplar and even though I'm loving the game and learning more and more every time I play, it is still a little overwhelming and I can't help but feel as though I'm missing out on the social aspect of the game as well as some of the later game group content, dungeons and PvP. Thank you in advance for your consideration!

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I'm the dm for our group and I got foundry and I love , I've been using it for 2 years
We are taking a break and one of the players is going to dm a short adventure now so I can take a break and work on the upcoming parts, so is it okay if I share the licence with him ?
I know it's one instance at a time but how does that work exactly , is it okay if I open my instance to edit things without going online for the game (I use ngrok, so I can not start it online ) Or do I have to make sure my freind doesn't have it open while I'm editing on my campaign ?

So now what?
I opened it up and found out the underlying button has come off the board.
I cannot use it in wireless mode because I cannot sync, can I use it somehow as a wired controller?
I tried connecting it to the dock and turning the wired settings on but no luck.
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Such a bummer, the controller is totally new and only this tiny miserable button has come off and made it useless.

For context, I (29 M) and my ex (27 F) were of different race and religious backgrounds, we are both doctors from an Asian country. My Ex is currently living with her single mother and her sisters in the same city as me. She is also the eldest in the family (this will be important soon), despite that we tried our best to make our relationship work. Everything was smooth sailing until early Jan 2023, when my Ex Mom discovered our relationship when she snooped around my Ex's phone and her eyes went red. She threatened to disown my Ex, kick her out of the house, started smoking heavily and calling my Ex hurtful things.
We pretended to breakup so to satisfy her mother whimsical needs. However, the end goal is always for me to finally meet her mother and discuss regarding my relationship with her and making it official. However, my ex keeps dragging this issue and at one time I grown impatient and requested her to arrange a meeting with her mother because its hard to arrange a date with my ex due to her mother preying eyes + we are on LDR so we dont meet much anyways (i moved 3 hours away for work) + i am a bit jealous because my ex occasionally went out alone with a guy friend for despite me telling her that i am not comfortable with it .
This decision will cost me dearly
Fast forward 2 weeks, in commemoration of our 1st anniversary I brought my ex to a fancy dinner, went to a theme park, had an amazing sex and suddenly, she decided to break up at the end of the day claiming that she would always choose her family first instead of me and she wanted our last day to be the happiest day. I was blindsided and my heart sank, in a fit of rage, i said some hurtful things, accidentally raised my voice (we never fought before this), calling her selfish and unwilling to fight for me despite all i have done for her. Our breakup was messy and the next day we had another meeting and she communicated that her mother had been growing suspicious past few months, drinking heavily, calling her names. This worried her so she decided to breakup officially. I was unaware of this incident and apologize profusely for saying such hurtful things and asking for a chance and time to repair our relationship. I wanted her to move out from her house as i think she is being emotionally blackmailed by her mother, however she denied this wrongdoing but accepted the idea of giving our relationship a chance.
Unfortunately, for the past 2 weeks, i noticed her becoming colder, distant and more irritable than usual. She would cry every time when we're talking about the future of our relationship and had lingering trauma from our previous quarrel. I apologized and started to call her everyday to talk as per usual prior to our fight. Trying to treat her even better than before, sending her meals and buying her a gift to soothe her ailing heart. As fate had it, I received a sudden notice that i would be transferred to even far off city to work.
To reaffirm our relationship status due to the nature of our Long distance relationship. I cooked her a dinner and invited her for a heart to heart talk. Fortunately, this discussion is far more calmer than before. I reasserted that I still love her deeply and wants to change and fix this relationship by talking openly about both our problems and find a solution for that. My Ex acknowledged that maybe breaking up on our anniversary is not the best thing to do at the time. In spite of this, my Ex claimed her fell out of love with me after our big fight and her scar will forever never heal.
I suggested taking a break so that she can heal but she thinks that time would never heal her and she would only be wasting my time. In a way, she is absolute in her resolve and would not change her stance. I pleaded with her to fix the relationship and showed our pictures together to at least rekindle our passion for each other but alas it was to no avail.
In the end, we broke up amicably but I cant help to think it was one sided. She even requested us to continue being friends but it is something I am conflicted with.
Tell me reddit, I know I was also in the wrong, but did we had any chance to rescue the relationship at all?
Sorry for the long rambling

Honestly I don't miss the 2000s much at all, not really nostalgic for that time period, I didn't have a horrible childhood but I just don't miss being a kid, and when I look back at the 2000s I still see mostly crappy movies and crappy music with the good thing to me being the shows which I still don't rewatch outside of Last Airbender and Naruto
But the 2010s? God I miss it so fucking much, to me the 2010s encapsulates my favorite time of day, late morning. It was like the springtime of youth, a magical time period where the most heart-rending struggles I faced, outside of losing my grandmother in the middle of the decade and grandfather later, were mostly adolescent problems like moderate social ostracization and not getting laid/laid as much as I wanted. And I hated the fact that I was a teen in 2012 to 2018 instead of 1982 to 1988 (younger zoomers may not know it but the 80s were fucking HUGE when I was a kid and teenager)
But outside things that mostly seem so small years later, it truly was a fucking magical time I wish I could have back. I remember so much music I loved at the time but barely realized it since I idolized 70s and 80s music. Got to see so many awesome movies as they were coming out. Got to see a Star Wars trilogy in theaters, got to see the absolute peak for the MCU. I remember being 16 and reading through chapter after chapter as the Naruto Manga was ending and me and my friends holding our breath to discuss what's going on after every chapter release. Remember being peeved that everyone liked Breaking Bad in 2013 which I didn't watch bc it was a "white people show" only to check it out years later and be like "Damn this shit pops".
I remember a world that seemed so much more joyous, so much more hopeful. I remember the terrible Great Recession, but also remember people in my city taking to the streets to protest the wealthy down at Wall Street. I remember watching the news with my mom in 2011 to watch while dictatorial regimes were toppled, I remember discussing how terrifying and evil ISIS was with my friends, remember when smartphones proliferated and when Obama mocked Romney for his Cold War mentality in thinking Russia was still a US enemy (ironic 10 years later). I remember listening to Thrift Shop and laughing along with my dad and my dad telling me about Weird AL Yankovich and all the funny parodies he made when my dad was young.
I remember the world before COVID-19 ever happened, playing smash bros and smoking weed with my best friends. All the dates I went on in college, my first girlfriends. The small streets packed by green plants and crappy frat houses in the springtime in my college town. Walking through the mall with my best friend around Christmas time when I was 19, doing acid and walking along a frozen lake with that same friend earlier that same year. The first kiss I ever had at the end of high school when I finally gave the cute girl that always had a crush on me the chance she deserved, and then ruining it by not taking her to prom. Back then it felt like my life was nothing but sadness, longing, loneliness, and self-hatred; but now, looking back what I remember most is the joy I felt, the hope I once had deep down, the faces of my friends that pushed away the loneliness, and the love I felt for the ones around me and was given in return. So many memories that come together spiraling in my head, bringing tears to my eyes, a world that felt so much brighter, and a self with so much more potential than what I have now, and so much more freedom as well. I truly miss those days, and I never thought I would. I truly miss the 2010s.
So I just wanna say to the younger zoomers on this sub, honestly, I'm begging you, cherish your youth, cherish every memory, cherish your friends, remember the faces of those around you, remember their hearts, remember the bonds you share, hold it to your hearts and cherish it now and forever.

Okay, this might be harsh but I've tried to be as neutral as possible.
All these gender based discussions are basically from immature and love starved people imo. No one who has a healthy relationship would say so much sh*t about the opposite gender. It reeks of a society in which you were brought up which you didn't have a lot of exposure to the opposite sex because of which you engage in the these wars and treat the other as an enemy. The same guys are hating on women who depend on their moms for getting their shirts ironed and the same girls are hating on guys who would do anything to get the approval of their dads. (Lol.)
The reality is that all of you would leave everything to the side if you got a swipe from an attractive person of this same opposite gender. I just hope this seething hidden hatred that you are pouring out on an anonymous forum doesn't translate into your relationships (if you are eventually in one) when things go south. Like if you had a minor disagreement, you'd say "i knew all guys/ girls were like this" and take your hatred out on the other person in passive aggressive ways.
Also, I'm aware some of these discussions stem from hatred that comes out in comments which generalizes the opposite gender, so at least having a discussion about it is bringing it out in the open on the plus side.
Whatever, bye 😂

Hi all. Yesterday in the way back from holiday I’ve tried to open a bonnet to check all levels and once it opened the latch become loose. Once I closed bonnet I can’t open it again. I’ve looked on YT and it looks like an hell of the job , removing wheel , plastic surrounds and with grill etc. Do any of you had this same issue and if this is easy fix? I have extended warranty form a garage I’ve bought a car but it might be not covered. I’m pretty skilled with tools but I have no time or will to do it😩 Any help is appreciated greatly 🙏

i’ve been really anxious over my RVRC admissions and i’m worried i may not be accepted. i really genuinely love RVRC theme on sustainability and the chill culture in general their modules were also really interesting.
but idk if i messed up my interview or smthg because there are quite a number of ppl that have gone for the later dated interviews and already got accepted…maybe it’s just me being overly anxious cause they said the latest acceptance would be end june.
RVRC is the only place i plan to apply to solely because all the other student accomm don’t appeal to me plus hall culture might be too much for me considering i’m gonna be in Architecture. but i’m trying to keep my options open and praying they accept me cause kind feels suckish to be rejected by one of the RCs that have a larger acceptance rate.

I recently had to cut my dad out of my life cause he touted his big religion "viewpoint" and told me that the life I'm leading is wrong and sinful and I'll never be happy living this way. when I was trying to get some time to sit down and talk with him about life and truly open up about being trans(turns out he already knew). he's sent me an apology letter since but it was quite half-assed and "don't blame me for being a parent" and loaded with misgendering. plus i doubt i would have even gotten a letter had it not been my birthday. frustrating. (I also came out as pan/bi a while back and it was met with disgust. same with painted nails for some reason)
My step-dad has said nothing on the matter of being trans and continues to misgender me(unintentionally?? idk)
and my mom.. I've been out as nonbinary(when my egg was slowly cracking now I'm transfeminine genderfluid) for over a year and used they/them pronouns for the whole time she still uses he/him (unintentionally?) ALL THE TIME. I mean like I correct her and so does my sister ALL DAY LONG and it STILL happens. she says its cause "it's not proper and she's not used to it". actually both her and my step-dad have used that excuse multiple times and I've called them out and pointed at reasons why they're objectively wrong(they've done the whole run into the point and miss it multiple times). and I've had a deep talk with her and explained everything and then today she goes "I'm hurt that you don't go by your original name. it's pretty enough to be a girls name. I know it has nothing to do with me but I feel insulted. blah blah I've had a couple drinks so I'm being honest blah blah."
I'm just ridiculously frustrated. I feel like there's been adequate time to adjust to simply using the right words. I get that they may not understand being trans and thats fine cause i know for myself it's even confusing. but my pronouns and the langueage to use for me havent changed in over a year.
I have a lot of supportive people in my life and feel very lucky to be supported enough to be out publicly (partially done in order to expose my very bigoted family to it all. I've kinda been a "favorite" so this is a big needed shock to the family) so I feel lucky but I'm also extremely frustrated with the fact that the sole people who are supposed to be there for me no matter what are the biggest issues I've run into in my transition.
I'm really a patient person. and I've historically been a huge people pleaser so I'm very used to getting my buttons pushed and smiling through it. but I'm just feeling tired of it all and I know you all can relate. cause tbh I have it easy compared to a lot of y'all. sure I get shamed from tons of family but I have at least 3 siblings who wouldn't dream of doing so and love me deeply. and i have quite a few friends who do the same.
I feel frustrated and then I feel guilty for feeling frustrated. which makes me frustrated.
but on a happier note, I love y'all. this subreddit has helped me SOOO much and I feel lucky to be a part of this community. as an elder Gen z, I do my best to break down the barriers around me so the rest of yall can run free and I have an army of allies that fight by my side. for me. and for you. happy pride month! be proud of yourself and like my grandpa basically said: it takes bravery to introduce yourself when that doesnt align with people's expectations. be brave. be proud.

I know that this might be the worst time in human history to be looking at second-hand cars, but unfortunately keeping my current Toyota is no longer viable due to an intermittent fault and as such, I'm looking for something different.
My only three requirements are that: a) it's an automatic (I've only got an automatic license), b) it's reliable to the point where I won't really need to worry about faults or spend a ton on maintenance, and c) it's not a tiny coupe as I'm well over 6 feet and I want to be able to actually fit into it.
I'm not particularly bothered about diesel/petrol/hybrid or how "fun" the car is to drive (I'm coming from a Toyota Auris so pretty much anything will be an upgrade there). Budget is 12k, and ideally under that if something fits my needs - but I can go up to 14k if the car is right in every single respect.
Do you guys have any recommendations? I've been looking primarily at other Toyotas and some Mazdas, but I'm open to any suggestions. Thanks!