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I’m 19 and I currently own 9 guns, most where given to me by family but a few I bought myself. I’ve always enjoyed shooting and working on guns so I’ve always had them around. I’ve never had any problems with having my guns around because I live in the country I keep most of them in my closet but my friends have convinced me to move into a big city and get an apartment with them. which is good idea their are more job opportunities their and I desperately need a new job but the apartments we plan to live at are student living for the local college and don’t allow firearms on the property. I’m having a hard time imagining not having guns around their part of my day to day life at this point my friend say I would never need a gun in a big city which is mostly true but when the day comes I do need a gun I fear I won’t have one. How should I go about this situation should I try to rent a storage room and keep my guns their, keep a few ones in my truck, or just give them up and leave them with my parents.

Here I am sitting in a dark room opening my laptop preparing myself to a watch a video I recorded from our home, I wasn't ready for it I knew something was not right ever since she began working for that guy, I inhale deeply a let out a huge sigh and pointed the cursor to the video file and watched.
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I was right she was having an affair, my world came crashing down as I watched her fucking that guy in our house in our own bed the worse part is she was enjoying every second of it everytime that asshole rammed her inside out I can her expresion being elated, I've never seen her expression like that before everytime I do it with her she just looks bored, she was drowning in pleasure moaning like there was no tomorrow.
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I hated it, my anger kept rising as continued watching, to the point that I could only see red, why has she done something like this? have I not been a good husband? everything she asked for I always gave to her, everytime she wants a time with me I spend it with her, why? why? WHY!?
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Was it my fault?
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It wasn't like this there were times when both of us would be happy with each others company, I met my wife Shoko when were still in college, I confess to her the first day of school because I was mesmerized by her beauty, I thought she would reject me but to my surprised she said yes, I was so happy that I felt I floating in cloud 9 and shouted in joy.
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Ever since then we've been together after graduation I took job and started working hard a year later I proposed to her and showed her a ring, a ring that I worked hard for her, with tears in her eyes she accepted my proposal and we got married the next year, It was the happiest moment of our lives, I thought it would last forever, I thought we'd be together forever but fate itself has something in store for me.
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3 years in our marriage Shoko decided she wanted to work, then and there I shouldn't have agreed, but I wasn't the type of person who is controlling, we weren't poor we also wasn't rich, we live a perfectly balanced normal life, I can easily provide for the both use but she wanted to help somehow so without hesitation I agreed.
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She began working a couple of months later, but as the days goes I noticed she started to become more and more distant and cold and before I knew she began to come how late at night, when she was still a housewife she would cook for both of us her cooking was delicious and it was the many reasons I wanted to go home early so I can taste her homemade cooking, but nowadays I just eat microwave meals.
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From time to time she do have off days but it seems she's still focus on working and can't stop messaging on her phone, I've invited her to go eat sometimes and flat out rejects me telling me I should just eat by myself, her personality started to change she became more and more detest towards me and she wouldn't allow me touch her anymore everytime ask to the deed with her she just tell me to use my hand and the way she looks at me is like looking someone who jsut failed in life.
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Her love for me is gone, but still I didn't lose hope that maybe one day she'll open up to me again and our love with each other would be rekindled, but I think I was just hoping for nothing.
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One day I came home only to see an unfamiliar shoes in the hallway pretty sure it wasn't mine, as I walk in I saw Shoko talking to guy she introduced me to him, his name was Mr.Akizaki Shoko's boss guy was good looking, I mean I'm not gonna lie I was good looking too, but this guy could be an actor just disguising as a business man on how good looking he is.
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Everytime Shoko talks about him I could see the spark on her eyes as if she was talking to someone she's been in love with for a very long time, I know because she used to look at me like that, her and Mr. Akizaki seems like very close friend, but I noticed something for a guy who's all about business he's clothing seems to be in disorder and my wife also look the same and they both out of breath.
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I soon realize something was off after her boss left I asked her what was going on and she told me nothing happened, she scoffed at me and told me that she was just being hospitable to her boss and she can't believe I'm being suspecious about her and asked me "What's the matter with you?" I asked her the same thing but she just told me she doesn't want to argue anymore and went to take a bath and went to sleep.
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I knew something was going on and I'm not going to wait for it much longer the next day my off day and while she was working I bought several suvaillance equipment, cameras, recorders, nanny cams the whole shebang and started putting them in discreet locations after everything was ready I waited.
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And here I am watching them cheating behind my back recorded everything I couldn't help it and just started crying not of sorrow but of anger and resentment, I was so angry I was ready to march and scream at her but I didn't, I stopped myself and calmed down and called a good friend of mine to talk about it and have a drink.
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At the bar:
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"She did what!?"
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my friend screamed when he heard the story, Keisuke Nato is good friend of my mind, no he's a like brother to me, we've been togther since middle school and always there when I needed some company to drink with.
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"So what are you gonna do?"
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"I don't know...I-I just don't know" as I drink the whole glass of whiskey to drown my sorrow
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"Well you have the recordings, why not hire a lawyer? sue them both for damages squeeze them dry you know"
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"It's just that easy those 2 can easily pay me from the money they're worked for, no I want them to taste karma, I want them to feel something to the point they won't be doing that shit until they die" I poured another whiskey to my glass
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"Hmmm...so what are you planning"
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"...."
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At this point I have no idea what to do, as continued drinking something caught my attention I saw a guy in black, he looks like one of those hitman guys in the movie, he had suitcase with him and then started to call someone and said "Job's done" and then lightbulb.
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"I have an idea"
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"Oh really?" Keisuke questioned
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"Yeah I teach those 2 a lesson they would never forget, I lesson about fear"
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"And how in the world would you achieved that?"
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"Do you still have "those" guns?" I asked
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"Yeah it's still there"
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"Give them to me even the bullets"
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"Whoa! you're not planning to shoot them right? I mean those things aren't even real they're just replicas it can't be chambered with real bullets those guns are specifically made to fire blank ones, those are prop guns"
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"Exactly" I exclaimed "Listen this is my plan..."
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I told Keisuke everything and I could see a wicked smile forming from his face and then we both started laughing like maniacal villains people where looking at use weirdly but I just don't give a shit, cause my perfect revenge is about to begin.
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I waited for the day my wife would go on those company retreat, after several days she told me that her company is going out of town to a well know hot spring.
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"I won't be home the next week, so don't even trying calling me while I'm there I'll be relaxing with some friends, I don't need you to call me every minute"
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"Whatever" I just responed coldly to her
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Days later she then left, I called Keisuke and brough the guns to my home.
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"So where are we making these secret room of yours?"
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My plan is to make a secret room where I can hang those guns and make it look like a room of a hitman, I remember out closet has these empty space that covered up and decided to use it.
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For a couple of ours both me Keisuke started working ripping walls, nailing woods, painting etc, a few days later our job was done and the room looks glorious like it came out from a movie set or something.
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"Whew dude this looks legit" Keisuke added
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"I know"
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"So did it work?"
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"Oh yeah, she's suspecious of me"
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Before all of this to make sure that my "Hitman" persona looks legit I purposely left some vague and cryptic cluse around the house, to make it look like I've been sloppy one of those was a briefcase full of pictures of wanted men, mugshots, wanted posters, some traget pics etc, I love the look of bewilderment look on her face when she first saw it.
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I've also asked Keisuke to send me some letters through mail, Shoko has a habit in retrieving mails, she hands me some of those letters Keisuke made in black enveloped and I could see a curious looked on her face
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Left some "bloodied" clothes in the washer which she obviously saw but refuse to elaborate on it and now she's been looking at me wary.
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Also I acted like I recieved anonymous call from someone in the middle of the night, but it was Keisuke I asked him to call me in a specific time of the night were Shoko was still awake, I'm pretty sure she heard me talk like "Considered it done" or "You won't be worrying about that man anymore Mr made-up-name here" couldn't help but laugh from time to time and I'm sure she's starting to wonder what is happening cause it's bothering her.
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A few months later I was preparing to go to work actually I'm on leave but Shoko doesn't know and then asked her a favor
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"Shoko a friend of mine will come here to pick something up I don't have time can you kindly give it to him, its a black gym bag upstairs in the closet"
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"Yeah sure I'll give it him" she replied
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I can see the look of anxiousness on her face, it's working, I said my goodbyes and left and went to the bar me and Keisuke would go frquently and looked at the surveillance camera at home as both of us started drinking enjoying something that's about to unfold.
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I could see Shoko pacing back and forth mumbling to herself about me changing and being so shady, a few moments later she heard a knock on the door, she opened it and lo behold a bald man wearing a black suit and shades was at the door, I could hear Shoko shriek when she saw the man standing in front of the door.
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"Where did you find that guy again" I asked Keisuke
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"Oh Manza he's good friend mine, we work togther in construction before a real gentle giant but has a very intimidating aura"
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"Oh does he know the plan?"
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"Don't worry I laid it out for him"
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Shoko's POV:
What the hell!? who's this bald guy? is this Shinji's friend? I didn't know he has such friend!?
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"Uhmmm...c-can I help you?"
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"I'm to pick up something from your husband"
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"Oh right the bag uhmm wait one moment"
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I hurridly went to the bed room to fetch Shinji's bag, what is going on here, first those briefcases with mugshot of criminals and other people with targets on them and then those black envelopes and then those bloodied clothes in the washer, what is Shinji involved to? is there something he hasn't told me? I need to hurry and give the bag so he can leave, where is it?
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Shinji's POV
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Shoko entered the bedroom and started to frantically looking for the bag as she reach for the closet I execute a command on my laptop to slight make the door of the secret room open and sure enough I can see Shoko peeking and the look on her face was priceless, both me and Keisuke are having a blast like kids watching at a funny home video.
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Shoko's POV
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What the hell is this!? I didn't know there was a secret room inside our closet, what is happening here? I don't have time to investigate it, I grabbed the bag and went down stairs and handed it over to the bald man, before he can grab it for unknow reasons the content of the bag fell to the floor and I saw several bundle of cash in all 10,000 Yen, I was shocked to see a huge amount of money like that, the bald man shook his head and started picking up the money and looked at me and said.
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"If I were I'd keep my mouth shut if you don't want any trouble"
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All I could do is nod after, several minutes he said his goodbyes and left, I was shaken up, did my husband always have friends like that? but I'm more curious about that secret room in the closet, I decided to see what's on the other side.
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Shinji's POV
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"Looks like my skills in making props is still useful heh" Keisuke responded after seeing the whole cash of fake money spilling out
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Keisuke once work in the entertainment business as Production Designer, he made a lot of stuff the look real but fake, I'm glad to have a friend like him with that kind of skills, because of that my charades will be undoubtedly believable.
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"Hey! look your wife's entering the room again looks the cat got curious"
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"You know what to do"
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"Don't worry I'm ready" he then pull out a phone and dialed a number
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Shoko's POV
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God what the hell is this!? when did Shinji- guns!? this room looks like an office, there are some pictures of men on the wall, some maps, I don't even want to know what's inside those safes, is Shinji a hired killer or something!? oh god if he is one then- these guns look real, videos of people being torured? did he do all of these? oh no no no no, this must be a prank...right it's just a prank I think he's just trying to scare me. heh
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oh no did he find out I was having an affair? shit...
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wait a journal.
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Oh my god I can't believe this Shinji's a hitman!? when!? the journal detailed everything in how he killed his victims.
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huh? what's this? it's about me
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"October 7th
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My wife has become cold and distant towards me, ever since she began working day by day I'm starting lose her, did I do something wrong? I was good husband provided her with everything she ever wanted, I never missed anything during special occasions and I did my best everything to make her happy, is she having an affair? is she cheating on me? I hid this 2nd life of mine from her because I want her to live normally but it she is cheating behind my back then I have no choice but to show her the real me...."
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Oh no, what have I done? I don't want to die yet, I should just apologized and tell him the-
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*You recieved one new message*
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What!-oh it's just a voicemail, that scared me.
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"Mr.Hayabusa I just want to thank you for getting rid of those men thanks to you business is booming, I already transfered some money in your account and a little bonus for making them suffer, I like the screams they make when you tortured have you seen the videos? I've sent them to you, anways thansk again and oh about your wife..."
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About me!?
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"If you think your wife is cheating on you I have a man ready to investigate her and follow her, just give me a call when you're interested, I'm sure we can quickly discover dirt on her and then you can punish her whenever you like"
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No no no no no no! is this a dream this isn't happening is my husband really a hitman? has he killed people!? am I going to die!? I need to go out of here!
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Shinji's POV
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After Shoko entered the secret room I hurridly went home Keisuke told me she's in a state of panic and went down stairs after exiting the secret room, It seems my plan is working she can't tell the lie from the truth and that's fine by me all I had to do is just keep this charade up.
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As enter the house I saw Shoko in front of the door, I can see the paranoia settling in and she suddenly hug me tight
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"I love you! I love you! I love you!"
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"Shoko what's the problem? you look tense as if you've seen a ghost"
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"N-Nothing I just miss this can I hold you a bit longer"
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"Of course" what a gullible bitch
And just like that Shoko did a 180 and became a loving wife again, I didn't know it would work like this I knew she had weak mind as she's easily get's persuaded, all I did was plant lies on her head and her weak mind accepted it without a hinch.
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6 Months later....
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Keisuke and I decide to met up and started drinking talked how our day was and how was everything
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"So...how's life? how's Shoko doing?" he asked me
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"You have no idea ever since that day she's been loyal as dog to me, everything I ask her to do she does it without any hesitation, she hasn't figured it out that all of it was just an elaborate lie to keep her in check"
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"What about that Akizaki dude what happened to him?"
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"Oh him, Shoko ended her relationship with him the day she left that company, I could hear her that night when she told her she's ending everything with him, erased his information from her phone and blocked him in every social media, but not before I copied everything from her phone just to be sure.
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Shoko quit her job a week a later and has become a housewife again but she has become more paranoid than before.
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I hired PI to investigate that Akizaki asshole and a month later the PI gave me a lot of receipt that I used to kicked that jerk out of his position by sending those to his bosses, what's worse Shoko wasn't the only one that fucker has been fucking, it seems he's been in bed with other co-workers and some his bosses wives, last I heard that guy is already in prison paying compensation with every money he earned."
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"damn karma's a bitch"
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"Yup"
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"What about you? aren't you gonna divorced Shoko?"
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"Not yet, I'm still using her as I see fit, she's a great onahole you know"
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"Oh god don't tell me that"
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"Don't worry as soon as I'm bored with her, I'm gonna sue her for everything but for now I'll just enjoy what little time I have with her"
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"Touché"
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*cling the sound of glass toasting"
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The End

A few months ago I completed a feature-length adaptation of a short story by a horror author who is fairly well known within the world of Lovecraftian weird fiction. I paid for an option on the story, and I have something of a working relationship with the author (I adapted another one of his stories, and we've communicated frequently about different ideas for scripts).
The story in question has been analyzed extensively in online forums, blogs, podcast episodes, etc. and I never wanted to use a film adaptation to definitively answer all the questions that provoked so much speculation. Having effectively lived within the story for the months it took to write the script, I’ve got clear answers to a lot of questions a viewer might have after the first time watching the film, but have no intention of giving all the answers away and discarding the cryptic elements. Nothing in the script is arbitrary, and clues are sprinkled throughout. Some things are left a little more ambiguous, or maybe suggestive is the better word, where Explanation A and Explanation B might be equally plausible (and, from a certain angle, maybe Explanation C makes a bit of sense…) but you’re never going to get a definitive answer about it. Think Mulholland Drive, Donnie Darko, Eyes Wide Shut, etc. (I'm not comparing my script to any of those, just pointing out that it would likely fall into the category of movies that could initially frustrate a viewer, but reward repeat viewings).
I sent a draft of the script for an evaluation to The Black List. Here's an edited version of some of the feedback:
"_____" is a unique and intriguing horror story with a distinct worldview and a dreamlike atmosphere. While eventually we want a more definitive plot, the script creates such a singular nightmare that its surreal tone draws us in... We do want more answers, but what the script leaves us with is haunting and memorable in its own context.
As fascinating as this script is as a philosophical portrait, the story itself is underwhelming and flat. There is a general lack of direction or driving motor that makes the pacing drag out and the plot often feel nonexistent. This tone may be better suited to the literary source material than a cinematic feature, because the cerebral, somewhat detached approach can seem endless and repetitive. The lack of details and clarity can be frustrating... The ultimate takeaway is hard to discern. It's as if the story is keeping something from us, and we have lingering questions.
"___" is a one-of-a-kind cerebral horror story that grabs our attention and doesn't let go. The script engages cerebrally and viscerally. Fans of [original author] would be drawn... Right now it can be hard to grasp the overall takeaway. Still, it's a compelling script overall, and it leaves a strong impression. The movie would be worth talking about. "
I'm not going to contest that I could do more add some momentum to the story, and I've been working on restructuring a few scenes to make their connections more direct. I've also been trying to increase the sense of urgency and momentum. That said, much of the criticism reflects my actual intentions for the script. Many of the scenes aren't supposed to have a clear purpose until the whole story is consumed and processed. There's a central plot point on which much of the action pivots that is not revealed until literally the last line of dialogue, or what would probably be the last ten seconds of screen time. The main character does drift through certain nightmarish scenes that don't obviously connect until some secrets are revealed later, sometimes through blink-and-you'll-miss-it lines of dialogue. And again, there are other secrets which aren't fully revealed, but suggested - very deliberately, since that's part of the original story's enduring appeal.
So while I'm not dismissing the criticisms, and acknowlege that there's room for improvement, I guess my question is whether or not this seems like a serious issue, or something that's simply going to require a more open-minded audience. I know that has an air of "These philistines can't recognize my unique genius!" and I'm very conscious of not wanting to come across that way. So I'd be interested to hear from anyone who's had struggles with more unconventional or "difficult" material that doesn't necessarily tick all the boxes from screenwriting class. I guess I'm stuck between making adjustments to satisfy a hypothetical everyman audience and keeping the integrity of my original vision, and the author's.
Thanks in advance.
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I’m sitting in bed looking at my door there is a low light coming from my Xbox charging station it lights up most of my room but is still pretty dim. So I’m looking my at my door and just staring when everything fades to black I move my eyes and everything lights up again I wait and nothing happens but when I went to stare at some random point my vision faded to black again I tested it. it only happens when I focus on a point and don’t blink, move, or move my eyes. Any idea what this is it kinda interests me

Hello guys, a bit on me if you'd like: I'm a person who's always been fond for writing, but never really had my hand in it though, in fact, I wrote this incomplete should-have-been series a year ago, but never really completed it. I've only dabbled in it for a bit, writing scraps and throwing them away, but this is the only thing I found that was noteworthy and decided to share it, it's a copy-paste directly from the writing program, but I cleaned it up a bit of course, anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy!
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You don't know who I am, or where I come from, you don't know anything, but if you're reading this that's good, it means you're alive, and maybe the world is better, maybe it's enjoyable, and there are parks again, and kids laughing and cheering. But that's all a maybe, an outcome with an unfair possibility of not happening, but I guess it makes sense, someone decided to destroy the world, and with the technology we had, it probably wasn’t that hard. What happened? well, I don't really know, all I know is that the world is falling apart, it's cracking, small cracks are apparent in almost every surface I come across that's been untouched or unmoved for a while, and they aren't normal cracks, they have a dim white glow, when I say dim I mean almost non-existent but the glow was still there nonetheless, and it feels like the world isn’t as bright, the world just lost all its life, all the grays got greyer and every other color looks dull and monotonous, but that’s just what came about.
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After the first day, all available power disappeared, it was an exposition, a cardinal signal foreshadowing the apocalyptic future yet to come, of course, people started to panic. after one week the water shut off, at this point people had started to get irritable, and heated arguments were becoming a much too common thing to see in a lonely town like mine, then the third week hit, it's when the cracks became noticeable, it's also when people were being discovered, dead people, not many in the first few days, only two or three found a day. Soon enough people had run out of supplies, it's not like people were restocking the stores so no one could get any food or drink.
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The streets were littered with bodies, most died from asphyxiation or gunshots, which was unlike the first killings, the first body found had his throat ripped out and his guts spilled, yet there was no blood anywhere on the body and no signs of a struggle, although I noticed this, I paid little attention to it. Nothing happened after that, aside from me staying in the basement which held enough food and water to sustain me for about a month and then some if I rationed carefully. It sucked in there, I had to have the little lamp in there off most of the time because of the lack of power, and the battery was already three-quarters full when I got down there, but I managed for thirty-two painfully slow and lightless days, then I emerged into my home.
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I saw what I had expected, shattered glass everywhere, tables turned on their sides, and everything else characteristic of a ransacking, but I was not expecting to find a body stuck in a wall, his waist and below stuck in the wall, the wall wasn't broken, it was like something had made the wall a liquid, stuck him in, and made the wall solid again. I didn’t see any fractures in the wall's surface aside from the small squiggly white cracks that remained on almost every surface. At that point I realized I hadn't shed a single tear or even once felt the need to vomit, I felt ashamed of myself, I felt emotionless and lifeless, I could have gone ahead and made my morning coffee and watched the news without giving a care in the world about the body that lay in my home… too bad there was no coffee, or tv.
10/16/2027 Stock:
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• Food: Can of Beans(6x cans). Can of Mangos (2x cans). Jack Link’s Beef Jerky (2x bags).
  
• Drink: Water(4x bottles). BodyArmor(3x bottles). (Empty Large Canteen).
  
• Items: Empty Large Canteen. Flashlight. Extra Batteries.(2x)
  
• Weapons: Colt 1911 (2x 8-Round Magazines, .45 ACP(44x)
  Remington Model 700(2x 3-Round Magazines, .308 WIN(18x) Hunting Knife
  

Note-1: After digging through my dad's closet and finding a false floorboard that always creaked, I gained access to two guns, a Remington Model 700 and a Colt 1911, and their corresponding ammunition.
Note-2: due to me living here for long enough I had the insight into areas of suspicion, an example is the floorboard, it’s unlikely I’ll get the luck to find hidden spaces like that again, but maybe when I’m skillful enough at looting, finding hidden spaces would become more common.
10/16/27
I gathered all of my supplies and put them in a backpack, aside from the M1911 and the 700, I put the M1911 in a holster on my hip and slung the 700 on my back, after I was ready, I left, the first thing I noticed was the lack of wildlife, I don’t live in a big city, it’s just a somewhat sparsely housed town, there’d always be an acre or two between homes at the very least, and birds were usually everywhere, but now I only see a few, only hear a few chirps here and there, I haven’t seen any terrestrial animals yet aside from insects, it seems there are fewer insects though as well. After I left my home I stood on the doorstep, I looked around at the dull scenery, I used to step outside to just look at the trees and the sky, but now everything is unappealing, I took the steps through the grass to my beat up car, all the glass was broken, I opened the door, sat inside and turned the ignition, nothing happened, as I expected cars don’t work anymore either, which put me on edge, what if guns don’t work anymore? But I silenced that thought, I still have a knife if guns won’t work.
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I stepped out of the car and went to the trunk to see if anything was left of value. I opened it and found nothing, with no new supplies I decided the first place I’ll go to is the gas station, there was bound to be something there, even if it was only a little something. I started my two-mile trek to the gas station, I hiked a lot before all of this happened, two miles was nothing at all. There was a trail not too far from my house that I and my dog used to walk at, my dog died a few months back luckily enough, I wouldn’t have been able to support him now, not with the looming fear of starvation following me around. I had walked about one mile when all of a sudden everything went quiet, birds stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing.
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I got off the road and hid in a bush, I heard things moving, rustling the brush, stopping every now and then, almost as if they were looking for something, I’d hear what sounded like someone taking a knife to glass, it pained my ears and I felt they would start bleeding if the sounds lasted a second longer. I never saw them, I don’t know if it was because they were behind me or on the other side of the road in a ditch or something, but after 10 minutes it went away, nature’s sounds returned after 5 minutes, I had to wait another 10 minutes, my body, shocked and stiff, wouldn’t allow me to move. I stood and dusted myself off, since I didn’t know where the sounds came from I just started searching on the opposite bank of the road, no signs of anything being there, no tracks, no broken twigs, no blood.
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I thought I had gone insane while wallowing in my lonesome, but then I remembered the birds reacted to whatever it was, or whatever they were, I don’t know how many there were, it constantly alternated between the sound of one of them and the sound of an uncountable amount. Happy to get out of the area, I continued to my destination. When I got to the gas station there was only one broken window, and a body with characteristics of the first killings laying on the floor near the register, a broken knife next to him. I looted his body without remorse or disgust. I found a pack of cigs and pocketed them there was also a scrunched paper.
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I read it once, then twice, and even a third time, my stomach churned and felt like it was about to implode, it looked to be a message from the man’s daughter saying how much she loved him and she wants him to be safe because of all the “bad people”, a smiley face sat at the top of the paper, I flipped the paper over to find distinctly different handwriting, presumingly the man’s, it detailed how he was sorry, as well as how he’d been at the station for 3 days, said he couldn’t leave because if he did they would get him, his last words, being written hastily were hardly legible, but I could read enough to understand that the cracks in the world that appeared in the station were much more distinct than in other places, and those things could come in, but they were just staring at him tauntingly. I could barely hold myself back from puking, it wasn’t hard to look at someone’s corpse, it had no effect on me, but the second I realized that man had a family, and had ambitions and potential… I continued looking around the store. I realized there would be more loot on dead bodies because people don’t want to touch them. After looking through all the shelves and in all of the back rooms I found a lighter under the lip of a bottom shelf, lucky me.
10/20/27
I had hoped there would be more, more of everything, but there’s nothing, I’ll put another list of my supplies soon but at this rate, I won't make it to see next week, every single store has been ransacked completely, all the bodies always have empty already eaten foods, I don’t know what to do. I’ve not seen a single soul, everything is dead, not even the insects anymore, the birds are gone too, maybe it has something to do with the cracks, they’ve progressed enough to where they are visible from up to a foot away, I’ve had to hide from those screeching things a couple of times, still haven’t seen them yet, I realized when the wind abruptly stops they’ve appeared, it’s a good thing the birds were still singing those few days ago or I wouldn’t have realized the pattern, I’d probably be dead, just like everyone else.
10/23/27
Nothing much has happened, I’ve seen a bird or two, and it’s nice to know that at least for a little bit longer animals will still be alive, I’ve theorized that whenever I hear the noise it’s only one entity doing it, I think this because I’ve heard an exceptionally large commotion a way off, I assume there was two there. Fortunately, the screeching has only happened near me only once, I’ve heard them in the distance though, in the night while I sleep I hear them far off, searching, waiting for their sinister roulette to hit, hoping, anticipating the kill. I decided to head to the(SO AND SO) I’ll update this then or if something happens along the way.
10/26/27
I’ve come across a hunting stand in the woods, it’s a jackpot. There’s too much stuff to carry, there was a map too so I’ll mark the general location once I find a landmark to orient myself with, I’ll put a list after this log but there’s more to talk about. The fragmentation, It’s what I’ve come to call the cracks, is still spreading of course. I’m starting to see a noticeable separation between the two edges of some individual fragments, still not big enough to stick anything in but instead of being small white lines spread wildly around, They’ve become a prominent feature of every object, I’ve been to some areas where the fragmentation is severe, white snakes slithering across any surface they can find, trying to fracture this world, they do end up doing it I suppose, that’s how the screechers exist, but the breaks only hold for so long until they close. That’s what I think happens at least, it’s not like I’ve seen them yet, and as long as I continue to find zones with little to no fragmentation as I have been, I think I’ll be fine, I just hope my luck doesn’t run out.
PUT A LOG HERE
10/29/27
I think I’m near (VarA), I should be out of the woods soon, but for now, I’ve got my bedroll down and am cooking some beans over the fire I’ve made, I’ll be fed for a while.
This may sound stupid but the fire keeps going out, the flames just disappear, no more heat. The charcoals lose their ember, everything becomes the regular temperature of the air around me. It still works though, there is no reliable frequency I can predict so sometimes it’ll die out as soon as I light it, and other times it takes an hour or two.
11/02/27
()()(())()()(()()()…I was walking when the wind stopped, the biggest problem for me at first was the fact there was nowhere to run, no depressions to dip in, I heard what sounded like a sharp camera shutter that immediately followed the deadening silence, the second I heard it I ran, a branch caught the strap of my bag, pulling it away from me. I couldn’t care though, all I could do was run, the trees vied for me, closing in. I was tripping and falling over and over, nearly impaling myself on the branches of trees I could hardly see.
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I felt a push and fell over, I knew that running couldn’t have saved me, I knew it was there, right behind me, I couldn’t hear it though, I could only hear my breath but it wasn’t like that, I couldn’t hear it because it wasn’t making any noise, I thought for sure it would be screeching out for as long as it’s astral body would allow it to, but it didn’t, in fact, it lay on the ground, the white body, which looked as if it consisted of bolts of white grey lightning and string, pulsated, morphing into a consuming goop of unlight, and then back into it’s shimmering somewhat humanoid form, that process took a minute. I too lay there, my foot just a stone toss away from its hungry hand, the tips of its fingers eager to detach from its parent body, but was disallowed. I lay on the ground staring at it, and for some reason, it didn’t move, I took that opportunity to regenerate as much of my energy as possible, but from fear of losing my safety, I stood up slowly, emphasizing my steadiness, even though it probably detects me through a different means, I shouldn’t let it hear me, some caution is better than no caution at all.
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I rose and took a gradual step back, but my back was met by a thick, gnarled arm of wood, as if that wasn’t enough, I had also stepped on a branch, probably from the same tree. The screecher stirred, its spectral head raised, maybe it used its sight for precision. It tried to raise the rest of its body, but its foot was stuck in a root, not like it was trapped under it, its foot was fused with the root. I guess it noticed it too because immediately the tone of its body got dimmer, I knew it was going to morph into the darkness, to free itself, to kill me. I took the chance I had, the 10s of seconds I had left were diminishing, and every second I wasted increased my chance of death. I turned, and immediately crouched and ducked under my guard that was the trees arm, I didn’t expect to have the keenness I had during that run, I’ve never been a particularly agile person, but in that moment I could see, without any blur caused by my abrupt motions, ducking and weaving through what seemed like the thickest forest I had ever seen.
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I collapsed after only minutes of running, which was unsurprising though, the previous running and endless walking cost me an obscene amount of energy, taxing my body till the end, draining it of its power. I could hear them now, screaming, coming for me, it shouldn’t take as long as it’s taking them, but I guess they’re fighting each other, that’s why there is noise. I turned around and waited, I saw the two of them approaching me, they kept pushing and shoving each other, they were walking so slowly, as if they were sapped for energy, and the density of their body was low, it seems most of the strings of white grey abandoned the parent body for some reason, and with every step they took a few more disappeared, falling off into the ground. One of the entities fell to the ground, and the second took the opportunity and fell on top of it, tearing it to shreds, and repairing its own body with its meal, it seems it was only able to regain a menial percentage of its power back though, it’s speed only bolstered for a minute or so, still not fast enough to keep up with a hasty back step.
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It fell to the ground after a while, and everything below its torso disappeared shortly after, it desperately sunk its claws into the soil, pulling with its full ability, trying to get me. It disappeared, shortly after, leaving quite a thick strand of vibrant white light. I pondered whether picking it up or not would be a good idea, in the end, I decided a little glowing string couldn’t hurt me that much. I plucked it from its place on the ground and immediately felt a strong, radiant sensation, a pulsating heat and cold piercing my body as if it was filling me with energy, I dropped it, even holding it for a few seconds easily removed most of the exhaustion from my body, I wanted to grab it again for another hit of pure energy, but I felt if I did I would explode, my body was not meant for this type of power, although it seemed capable enough to absorb what I presume was a little bit of it, I think it’s capacity is quite high, and powering what was but a little bit of myself was probably the least intensive thing this string could do.

People are afraid of the unknown, born with a fear of the unknown, so midnight, under a darkness, the human fear, is the peak.
Du Jun walked into the neighborhood where his home is located, the security guard at the entrance of the neighborhood is sitting in the security room dozing, look at that look even into the thieves he does not know.
After walking into the neighborhood, through the garden, and then walk through the old man's fitness place, is to his home is located in the building downstairs.
Du Jun took out the door card and swiped it and walked in, the lights of the corridor on this floor belonged to the kind of incandescent light, which was quite bright, but in the case of few people, it looked a bit like the lights of the morgue.
Du Jun walked to the elevator, pressed the door button, the late-night elevator are stopped on the first floor, there is nothing to wait for.
No, Du Jun looked up, the elevator did not stop on the first floor, on the fourth floor.
The fourth floor is generally no one take the elevator, Du Jun thought about it, this midnight, there are strange things or avoid it.
So he turned into another elevator, the moment before entering the elevator, the fourth floor down the elevator opened, Du Jun seemed to hear a faint moaning sound, the sound is not what heavenly music, and this is the middle of the night.
Du Jun hurriedly closed the elevator door and pressed the eighteenth floor.
The elevator moved up quickly, but when it reached the fourth floor, the elevator suddenly stopped, and the door did not open.
Du Jun heart a tight, this will not, think of this Du Jun retreated to the corner, back against the elevator.
A few moments later, the elevator began to run normally again.
To the eighteenth floor, Du Jun out of the elevator, quickly rushed to the door of their own home to open the door and walked in, and then the door locked.
The nerves of living alone are a little nervous, and often work late at night home, did not expect to encounter this kind of thing tonight, Du Jun took a deep breath, changed his shoes, walked to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of wine, sat on the sofa watching TV and drank.
The next morning, Du Jun woke up from the haze, last night he did not close the window, this early in the morning heard the noise below, the sound is a little loud, because it is living on the eighteenth floor, he did not know what is said below.
But he has to go to work at noon, Du Jun got up from the sofa, dressed and washed up, is ready to go out to eat breakfast.
However, as soon as he walked out the door he saw a woman from the next door neighbor was squatting on the ground crying, and there were several people holding her by her side.
What is this situation? Did someone die.
Du Jun thought about it, anyway, and this person is not familiar with, one more thing is better than one less thing, is into the elevator, pressed the first floor button.
In the elevator, Du Jun felt something wrong, some hair on the back, feeling as if there was a cold wind blowing on them.
But this is daytime, Du Jun did not behave like last night.
However, the elevator did not go directly to the first floor, but stopped after reaching the fourth floor.
Du Jun is also considered a bit curious, after all, what happened last night also scared him, so he stepped out of the elevator to look, the fourth floor was empty, and the eighteenth floor of the elevator corridor is not much different, there is nothing.
Du Jun sighed, it seems that he was overthinking.
So he went back to the elevator.
The elevator door just closed mountain, suddenly, a violent shaking came then Du Jun felt a sense of impact, pain, and vertigo.
He fainted, and when he woke up again, he found himself in a hospital bed, his feet, it seems, were tightly wrapped in something, he wanted to move, but came a sharp pain.
There was no doubt that it appeared that the leg was broken.
There was a man sitting by his bed, looking at the dress, should be a police officer, see Du Jun woke up, he handed over a glass of water, and then said "elevator cable broke, you fell from the fourth floor and the elevator together with the second floor of the basement, so high, you just broke two legs, good luck ah.
Although this is a bit hard to hear, but it is the truth, so high did not fall to death, is indeed good luck.
Du Jun nodded and turned his face to look at the police and said, "What do you want me to do? Hearing this the police nodded, and then took out the phone in front of Qiyuan.
"This is last night's surveillance video, you take a look.
Du Jun looked at the phone's screen inside the video screen, which was edited, from the time he entered the cell, then walked into the unit, pressed the elevator button, at this point, Qiyuan's eyes instantly widened, like seeing something horrible, pointing to the phone and said "there is a person!
The police nodded, Du Jun said there is a person, that is, last night that stopped at the fourth floor of the elevator.
The screen just now shows that in the moment Du Jun turned around, has been a bloody hand from the elevator out.
Du Jun remembered, last night did hear some sound, is that person issued? Du Jun looked at the police and asked, "Where is that person now? The police officer shook his head and said, "That person is dead, is your neighbor.
"Then find the killer? Du Jun subconsciously asked the words, after all, he was there last night, if there really is a murderer, will think he heard something, or see something, which will certainly kill him to silence.
The police officer shook his head and said "If I find the killer I will not be here, last night the elevator in the surveillance video is broken, can only see the deceased from the eighteenth floor into the elevator, and then stopped on the fourth floor, half an hour later you appear, is the next scene, and then this morning found his body.
After saying that the police is to leave, Du Jun sat on the bed as if thinking, the monitor happened to be broken, and then the man went in and then not dead, half an hour later came out with blood, since the elevator can open, why he did not open, and did not call for help?
The more you think about it, the more wrong, Du Jun wanted to stand up and go home, but his foot was broken, he simply could not stand up, and it was dark outside, so Du Jun gave up that idea.
After a while the nurse came to finish the medicine, fed Du Jun to eat the medicine and left, the ward is a double ward, but there is no patient next door, so look at the ward is a little empty.
Du Jun took the remote control to turn on the TV, time slowly passed, the sky is getting darker and darker.
Unknowingly, it was late at night, the surrounding area was very quiet, you can only hear the sound of the TV, Du Jun felt sleepy, ready to turn off the TV to sleep.
However, at this time, there were suddenly some sounds from outside that caught Du Jun's attention, like someone walking in the corridor outside.
Du Jun listened carefully, as if he was dragging something else.
Closer and closer, closer and closer.
"Bang.
The door of Du Jun's ward was kicked open, the ward had lights, and the corridor outside also had lights, but Du Jun looked out the door but there was nothing.
"Are you looking for me? A drop of some fishy liquid dripped onto Du Jun's face, and he slowly lifted his head.

Tw: sicidal ideation/mention of abse
From being an infant to an adult, in one way or another I’ve been a verbal or physical punching bag. Mostly by people in my life who was supposed to care for me or love me. Ranging from parents to partners.
Frankly I’ve become my families dirty little secret it feels like. Everyone has shame about my existence and how I was treated, so I’m buried and forgotten. No one in my family reaches out to me beyond some of my aunts and one of my grandmas. I’ve tried so hard to be loved by these people and it’s never been worth it because they want to forget me and what they did to me.
For most of my childhood it just became easier to hide in my room for days on end forgoing eating and bathing/using the restroom so my family wouldn’t see me. Because I knew if they did it wouldn’t be good. I tried so hard to be good for them, tried so hard to be loved. But it didn’t work.
Now I’m 21 and I hardly know how to take care of myself or do adult things you’re supposed to know because no one bothered to teach me how to be alive. I’ve gotten a lot better after leaving a really toxic relationship in 2021.
For a long time I was so depressed I couldn’t leave my bed without fear of hurting myself. Despite being in a safer environment, recovering is so hard. I had a therapist for a short time, but on our last session she made a passing comment that my case was really difficult and complex. After that last session whenever I tried to contact her about future appointments, all I got back was radio silence.
Despite that I had been doing a lot better for a long time. But lately the suicidal ideation has come back. I’m a year clean from sh but I really don’t know if I can hold out. I’ve expressed to my current partner how I’m feeling, but he has no idea how to help me.
I don’t expect him to, because that would be unfair to put that on him. But I have no insurance and am making pennies at my job so I can’t afford to find another therapist. And I can’t depend on anyone in my family to actually be there for me.
Im just so tired.

I’ve mainly been using plug in air fresheners but i get used to the smell in a few days and it’s like nothing is there. I want the room to smell nice every time i walk in, i’ve tried candles but i get kind of stingy when i light them because they’re kinda expensive these days. If you have any other ideas let me know please!
note - (it’s a pretty small room too)

I've been apartment hunting for a while now. I've learned a lot during the process. I missed the busy season, so practically all good rooms are already gone. I don't want to compromise and choose from scraps, I'm okay with waiting and living at my current place for now.
I'm thinking that instead of checking suumo all the time, better idea would be choosing mansions by myself and waiting until a room is vacant. I heard that you can contact management company and they'll update you when a tenant is planning to leave. So, what I'm asking is there any good and reliable website to look for mansions in my desired area with rent info? I'm in Osaka

My dog isn’t much of a barker. He’ll bark of there’s deer in the yard or someone knocks on the door but he stops when told to and when he gets to meet the person at the door.
He’s super friendly - he loves people and other dogs and rarely barks at them when out and about.
HOWEVER - I swear he has it out for the housekeeper. He barks and growls at her the entire time she’s here. He’ll let her pet him and take treats from her but then goes right back to barking. He’ll even bark at me coming into the room if he thinks I might be her.
Its so bizarre and we’re not sure what to do about it because he really doesn’t have a problem with barking otherwise.
Anyone else’s dog do this? Or might have an idea whats going on? Any tips to get him to stop?

A friend that I have made recently share my same interest about spirituality and advised me to visit this association called SAGB that is The Spiritualist Association Of Great Britain, she went there for one of their evening demonstrations about mediumship and she told me was quite impressed from what she saw, I got really curious and I decided that next demonstration I would go, they have it twice a week, every monday and wednesday.
I went on monday that is a great way to start the week, I checked their website http://www.sagb.org.uk got the address and headed to Victoria where is located their association, I was surprised to find out it was inside an office building cause I thought it would be inside a house but they are actually a big association and they got a big space in one floor of the building, the place looked interesting and they are a school too to teach people to develop their psychic ability but they don’t do just mediumship but a lot more, everything can be founded in their detailed website.
I went to the room where we would have the demonstration early to be able to take my sit in the front thinking many people would join but actually at the end we were only around 9, the demonstration started with the lady in charge to channel the spirits making some jokes to make people at their ease, I had some expectations but if I have to be honest I got a bit disappointed, the lady would channel, if she actually could only the Grandparents of the people she was talking with so I guess most of the people there that was all over 30 had at least one Grandparent that have died so it was quite easy to channel them, I don’t wanna say she was lying but it just sounded strange and felt like she didn’t really know what she was talking about, most of the people she talked to denied what she said the spirits were telling her and some others was surprised about what she said so who knows at the end.
My turn arrived and at that point I was quite bored and not really interested about what she had to tell but I was there and I had to interact with her even with me obviously she had a Grandparent wanted to talk, it was my Grandfather from my father side and she explained about his personality and body shape, I asked my mother later on about what the medium said about him but she didn’t have the chance to meet my Grandfather and my father died years ago so at the moment I don’t know if what she said is true, an other thing I found annoying was the fact she wanted me to talk that made me think that maybe based on what I could say or my voice’s sound she could pick something of my personality and using it for make me believe about what she was saying she would channel, I wished she could finish quick I was feeling quite annoyed but about all the things she said something caught my attention, out of blue she told me, your Grandfather is telling me you started writing recently, writing about your life, what you write can help others, keep going like this, this really got me back, that was true, I started writing recently and I created a blog where I can write about my life, my travels, my adventures and where to share other people stories, all for whoever gonna read it to have the chance to find ideas, directions, help about life, what she said was too detailed to just made it up, it made me think that maybe she could channel something maybe not everything but something, maybe are the spirits to decide what she can channel and what not, if is true that we are all here in life to learn things then it make sense that the spirits will let us know only what could help to grow spiritually but not everything cause we must to make the biggest effort, At the end of the demonstration I was wondering a lot about this, I will definitely go back but with a different medium, the association has more mediums and they change every week.
If you are interested about it you can check their website
http://www.sagb.org.uk

A friend that I have made recently share my same interest about spirituality and advised me to visit this association called SAGB that is The Spiritualist Association Of Great Britain, she went there for one of their evening demonstrations about mediumship and she told me was quite impressed from what she saw, I got really curious and I decided that next demonstration I would go, they have it twice a week, every monday and wednesday.
I went on monday that is a great way to start the week, I checked their website got the address and headed to Victoria where is located their association, I was surprised to find out it was inside an office building cause I thought it would be inside a house but they are actually a big association and they got a big space in one floor of the building, the place looked interesting and they are a school too to teach people to develop their psychic ability but they don’t do just mediumship but a lot more, everything can be founded in their detailed website.
I went to the room where we would have the demonstration early to be able to take my sit in the front thinking many people would join but actually at the end we were only around 9, the demonstration started with the lady in charge to channel the spirits making some jokes to make people at their ease, I had some expectations but if I have to be honest I got a bit disappointed, the lady would channel, if she actually could only the Grandparents of the people she was talking with so I guess most of the people there that was all over 30 had at least one Grandparent that have died so it was quite easy to channel them, I don’t wanna say she was lying but it just sounded strange and felt like she didn’t really know what she was talking about, most of the people she talked to denied what she said the spirits were telling her and some others was surprised about what she said so who knows at the end.
My turn arrived and at that point I was quite bored and not really interested about what she had to tell but I was there and I had to interact with her even with me obviously she had a Grandparent wanted to talk, it was my Grandfather from my father side and she explained about his personality and body shape, I asked my mother later on about what the medium said about him but she didn’t have the chance to meet my Grandfather and my father died years ago so at the moment I don’t know if what she said is true, an other thing I found annoying was the fact she wanted me to talk that made me think that maybe based on what I could say or my voice’s sound she could pick something of my personality and using it for make me believe about what she was saying she would channel, I wished she could finish quick I was feeling quite annoyed but about all the things she said something caught my attention, out of blue she told me, your Grandfather is telling me you started writing recently, writing about your life, what you write can help others, keep going like this, this really got me back, that was true, I started writing recently and I created a blog where I can write about my life, my travels, my adventures and where to share other people stories, all for whoever gonna read it to have the chance to find ideas, directions, help about life, what she said was too detailed to just made it up, it made me think that maybe she could channel something maybe not everything but something, maybe are the spirits to decide what she can channel and what not, if is true that we are all here in life to learn things then it make sense that the spirits will let us know only what could help to grow spiritually but not everything cause we must to make the biggest effort, At the end of the demonstration I was wondering a lot about this, I will definitely go back but with a different medium, the association has more mediums and they change every week.

Hey everyone! This post might be a bit long, so I'll put in a TL,DR at the end. Anyways, a while back I bought Gloomhaven, impressed by the reviews, overall theme of it, artwork, etc. I only did a "surface level" of research, basically just seeing that it seemed to be highly rated and well-liked, because I didn't want to spoil too much of the story/gameplay for myself.
Fast forward to now, and I'm just deeply unhappy with my purchases. At first it seemed decent, if perhaps a bit on the difficult side. But honestly the more I play it the more things I notice feel "wrong" with it, to the point that I'm starting to hate the game and am contemplating shelving it permanently. I'm here to get friendly suggestions on games that maybe have a similar theme but hopefully with better gameplay. To hopefully give a better idea of what I like/don't like about Gloomhaven, I'm gonna list some of those things out. There might be some very mild spoilers about a couple of starter class cards, maybe a monster ability or two, etc. But I'll try to keep it super vague.
What I LIKE about Gloomhaven: The world is to some extent a little more unique than what is usually seen in fantasy worlds. I like the odd and varied array of playable races among the characters. I also like the various classes. Most of the classes are based on common RPG archetypes, but they still felt pretty cool.
-I also love the party-building aspect, pretty much everything about it. I enjoy picking characters that work well together and seem to thematically complement each other. I enjoy all the various unlocks. I enjoy unlocking new classes, new gear at new prosperity levels, new enhancements, new cards when I level up. It's fun creating builds and theory crafting and all that fun stuff. There's a really great sense of progression as you complete scenarios and level up.
What I DISLIKE: Well, um...pretty much everything else tbh.
-The gameplay. The flow of the game feels clunky, slow, and has a weird anti-synergy with itself in that you're encouraged to plan out your turns carefully, but nearly anything can render your turn irrelevant no matter how carefully you plan (someone moving into a spot you wanted, an unlucky modifier flip, a poorly timed monster ability, etc.) A ton of things in this game that are outside of your control will make your turn, and by extension you, feel useless.
-Player-unfriendly and non-sensical card rulings
-Poor scenario design, with huge variance in difficulty depending on rng, room design, and monster types present
-Inconsistent, counter-intuitive, and at times downright unfair rules
-Underdeveloped roles/playstyles
-Poor item and class balance
-Poor hero fantasy fulfillment (I almost never feel like my characters are strong or competent, unless I'm playing one of the obviously broken classes. But those basically break and trivialize the game. There seems to be little middle ground here).
-Disjointed and at times confusing story
There are probably more things that I dislike that aren't immediately springing to mind, but this feels like the core of it. I'd also be happy to discuss my points more in the comments if you want to know why I feel a certain way (I do have examples). I just didn't want this post to run on too much longer. To sum it all up, I'm hoping to get some recommendations on games that share the good qualities of Gloomhaven, but with less of the bad ones.
TL, DR: Are there any games you'd recommend someone who enjoys the party building, flavor, and progression of Gloomhaven (class unlocks, card unlocks, enhancements, gear unlocks, etc), but who doesn't enjoy the actual gameplay or scenarios? Thanks!

• How old are you? What's your gender? Give us a general description of yourself.
I am almost 20. I am a college student studying medicine, in my first year. Non-binary, middle child
• Is there a medical diagnosis that may impact your mental stability somehow?
I have pretty bad ADHD but nothing else past that
• Describe your upbringing. Did it have any kind of religious or structured influence? How did you respond to it?
Not structured at all, which caused more issues than not. I have pretty bad trust issues due to my upbringing and am kind of a shut in thanks to it. Suffered pretty bad bullying and the usual stress of school and such. I got the short end of the stick a lot as well due to being the second youngest of four. Elder siblings kinda ruined any chances I might've gotten by being dumb and causing my parents to immediately not trust the third for fear of losing money and time again.
• What do you do as a job or as a career (if you have one)? Do you like it? Why or why not?
I do art here or there, I enjoy getting to share with people online and getting feedback on my pieces. Does feel special to know someone enjoys your ability enough to pay for it.
• If you had to spend an entire weekend by yourself, how would you feel? Would you feel lonely or refreshed?
Eithe or. It depends on who has left my life for that weekend wether I'll miss them or not. If it's family, people I spend time with on a daily, I get rather upset and alone. If it's friends or people I don't see on a regular, I tend not to care as much, if at all. I tend to spend my time alone as it is, with the option to reach out if I so choose. It's more so when the possibility to reach out limits is when I feel affected.
• What kinds of activities do you prefer? Do you like, and are you good at sports? Do you enjoy any other outdoor or indoor activities?
I enjoy dancing a lot. Soccor was something I use to love as well. I'd say I am/ was pretty good at both, given I've put many many years into both, even if I don't play soccor anymore. Band was also something I enjoyed, Marching more so than concert band. I also enjoy singing and would've loved to have been in a show choir or performance type thing.
• How curious are you? Do you have more ideas then you can execute? What are your curiosities about? What are your ideas about - is it environmental or conceptual, and can you please elaborate?
My mind is always running and has more ideas that I could ever hope to execute as stated. I write and constantly need new materials and items to work with. If something relates to a current project, it doesn't matter what it is, I will research it til I cannot any further, and even then I will attempt to find more on it. They are usually very obscure and random things to research however, such as recently I went through an entire handbook, guide, rules, etc of an old prison simply because I enjoyed a game it was in. Absolutely none of this will benefit me ever, but I researched it anyways simply because it caught my eye. My friends make jokes that I'm a "braniac" because I get so interested in everything they tend to say I know at least a little bit of anything.
• Would you enjoy taking on a leadership position? Do you think you would be good at it? What would your leadership style be?
I prefer to be in leadership roles as I get very stressed when I can't fix or aid things where I know I could, simply because I'm not in the position to do so. I like being able to work at my own pace and do my own things, but I also need to have everyone else on the same page as well. I don't wish for people to follow my way of things either, I just want them to follow their way to get what I need done. As long as the outcome is perfected, that is all that matters to me, and trying to get me to do things one way is why I can't stand others above me.
• Are you coordinated? Why do you feel as if you are or are not? Do you enjoy working with your hands in some form? Describe your activity?
It depends on wether what I'm working on interests me or not. If it's something I'm deeply invested in you won't see me make any flaw or mistake, but if it's just a passing task or thing I've been asked to do, I'm more bound to needle around what actually needs to be done by adding in things that interest me in order to get it done. I enjoy working with my hands just as much as I enjoy using my head and just learning.
• Are you artistic? If yes, describe your art? If you are not particular artistic but can appreciate art please likewise describe what forums of art you enjoy. Please explain your answer.
Yes I am artistic. I am self taught and have been drawing since I was little. I prefer to do body and form drawings in contrast to backgrounds/ abstract/ etc. I enjoy the human form and replicating it the best I can. This includes items that go over top the human form, such as clothing, folds, etc. I can of course draw other things, but you'll rarely see it.
• What's your opinion about the past, present, and future? How do you deal with them?
The past has given me pretty chronic anxiety that no doubt horribly effects my present and causes me to doubt my future. I have no further opinion on it all than it sucks and it's going to continue to suck until I reach the present that shows otherwise.
• How do you act when others request your help to do something (anything)? If you would decide to help them, why would you do so?
I enjoy helping others more so on my own terms than when it is requested of me as I fear letting them down or not being able to follow through. I will never deny someone help however, no matter how bizarre the request, unless it truly goes against who I am or my views. I also naturally will not help someone openly hurt another, as what's the point?
• Do you need logical consistency in your life?
Yes. I question and test everything there is, for seemingly no reason, and when things suddenly change or don't match up as they use to I tend to spiral until I figure out the change and why it has suddenly changed. If I can't figure out why the change is I tend to have issues adjusting to it.
• How important is efficiency and productivity to you?
Very. If something needs to be done I will do it, and I will make sure it's done right because this is how I was taught things need to be done. Someone shouldn't have to ask, you just do it.
• Do you control others, even if indirectly? How and why do you do that?
I don't mean to, but I am a very opinionated and open person and I share my ideas and thoughts on everything at times, even if it's not warranted. Because of this I have noticed friends, or those around me changing their ways or following my opinion, even if I didn't directly wish them to. I just wished to express my side, but I talk very strongly about my side and suppose I influence more than I should.
• What are your hobbies? Why do you like them?
Most of these have already been stated. Art, dancing, singing, all that. I like them because they make me, me. They keep me busy and give me something to do. To add onto the list however, I love puzzles to an ungodly extent, strategy games, chess, word crosses, stuff like that.
• What is your learning style? What kind of learning environments do you struggle with most? Why do you like/struggle with these learning styles? Do you prefer classes involving memorization, logic, creativity, or your physical senses?
Visual learning is my best, and auditory is my worst. I like being able to quietly read to myself and work things out on my own without need to lift a finger or give my attention to another. I work best with me. I love any class that adds more to give my brain a better twist however.
• How good are you at strategizing? Do you easily break up projects into manageable tasks? Or do you have a tendency to wing projects and improvise as you go?
I wing and improvise unless it's something I'm truly interested in. If it does not need my undivided attention to get through, don't expect my undivided attention. You can make so much out of the littlest concept, unless something needs to be pin point accurate, why bother putting in so much more work?
• What are your aspirations in life, professionally and personally?
To help others. That's all. I just want to help. I want to make people happy, make people feel better. I want to feel wanted and needed, even if it's not in the public eye. I don't want the admiration, I just want the fulfillment of knowing I've done good, and I what I do matters.
• What are your fears? What makes you uncomfortable? What do you hate? Why?
Death. I am terrified of death. I hate the fact that on the other side is likely nothing and everything we do, everything we live for could be for nothing. I mourn people's deaths long before they're gone, years even, because what if. I mourn my own death and yet my life has only just started.
• What do the "highs" in your life look like? What do the "lows" in your life look like?
Answering these together because I don't have an answer. There are no highs and lows. Life is just life to me. A good moment is just the same as a bad moment. A pin point in time that will pass and likely mean nothing in the long run
• How attached are you to reality? Do you daydream often, or do you pay attention to what's around you? If you do daydream, are you aware of your surroundings while you do so?
I would consider myself on both sides of the coin. When in company, I am cognitive, I am there, I almost can't even enter my head because I am so focused on what's around. But when I'm by myself I'm the exact opposite. I maladaptive daydream, and get so sucked into my headspace I lose track of time, lose where I am, and can be so shut off from outside forces someone could be calling my name two feet away and I'll never hear them.
• Imagine you are alone in a blank, empty room. There is nothing for you to do and no one to talk to. What do you think about?
I make up stories and write in my head. I imagine actions and views and all that. I can make an entire other world in my head to keep me busy.
• How long do you take to make an important decision? And do you change your mind once you've made it?
I try to make decisions as quickly as possible and I try not to change them unless absolutely needed.
• How long do you take to process your emotions? How important are emotions in your life?
I am an incredibly emotional person, and Im pretty good at noticing off the bat where they come from and why. I do keep a lot of my emotions to myself however, because I am so emotional and know it can be over bearing for some.
• Do you ever catch yourself agreeing with others just to appease them and keep the conversation going? How often? Why?
No. I will not agree to keep a conversation going. What I'll do instead is keep a grey medium and give them the chance to express their side and why, even if it doesn't match with mine. I'll pull up questions and ideas based on their side then front with my own ideas and what not. Conversing takes effort on both sides, even if I do agree, I'd still bring up questions and ask why they are on said side to see if their views match mine or if we view it separately despite the outcomes being the same.
• Do you break rules often? Do you think authority should be challenged, or that they know better? If you do break rules, why?
Depends on if they benefit me or not. If I'm doing something that alters my future, such as anything school related, yeah I'm going to stick to the rules, even if I hate them cause what idiot would break them? But if I'm in a setting where there really isn't a backlash if I break them or not, even if I'm bound to get in trouble and upset people, I'll likely break them if I feel they fit me better.

Just accepted my first job as a 1:1 for a 4th grader. (Edit: it’s a sub job and only for a few weeks). I’ve never subbed before and I have no idea what I’m doing, really. I’m very nervous - what are your top tips for 1:1 aides?
Also, any idea what I should expect? I’m worried the kid will start throwing things across the room or stand on the desk or do something wild and I’ll be trying to manage a miniature hurricane. I have no idea who this child is, they could be perfectly lovely. Just anxious.

Rockstar Games may already be planning Grand Theft Auto VI DLC. Fans have been chomping at the bit for more info on GTA 6 for a while as it will likely be one of the biggest games of all-time. Rockstar Games continues to raise and set the bar in a way no other developer is capable of and that will likely be no different with this game. Red Dead Redemption 2 was an absurdly innovative game that is a benchmark for open-world gaming and GTA 6 is both the follow-up to that and the second-best-selling game of all-time, Grand Theft Auto V. The developer is taking its sweet time on its next game and we've already caught a couple of glimpses at it thanks to leaks, but we're still waiting to learn more about it.
With that said, a recent comment from Rockstar Games insider Tez2 noted that they believe Rockstar is on track to announce GTA 6 this year and likely release it next holiday season, with room to delay into early 2025. In order to ensure the game does not get delayed more, Tez noted that Rockstar may have to start cutting content from the game which could then be finished and repackaged later as DLC. It's not something that's totally out of the question, as Rockstar did repurpose some stuff that was cut from Grand Theft Auto V later in GTA Online. Reports also suggested that when Bully 2 was canceled, some of its concepts and features were salvaged for Red Dead Redemption 2.
"I personally see an announcement as a given this year," said the insider. "I don't think the upper management is in a position to delay further to holiday 2025/2026. Cutting more portions of the game to package into DLCs to release later on may be sustainable for management than delaying further."
With all of that said, it's not necessarily a bad idea. In order to get the game out in a reasonable time, stuff will have to be cut, that's the nature of game development. However, it's always a good thing if it can be recycled for other content later down the line. Not only do you get a more fleshed out experience, but it keeps the core vision of the game in-tact. Rockstar has largely moved away from premium story DLC in recent years, so it's unclear what this DLC would look like, but it will likely be years before we even see it.

I'm looking at the 32.
I want to put two Line 6 Expression pedals on the bottom right.
My only concern about putting then on the board is height and angle - and thus ergonomics.
Right now I'm just using then on the floor. It's OK. Thought about sticking them to a piece of plywood to just sit beside the board - so I could go down to the Novo 24 and just keep the on the floor.
So, you know, the idea of having them mounted on the board is "more pro" :-)
But it's also a bigger board by 8" so that's heavier, more room to pack, and so on, in addition to them being elevated.
I actually currently use 3 of those pedals, so if I continue with that 1 will still have to be on the floor - so there's another argument for saving the $20 on the 32 and going with the 24 - just put all 3 on a piece of plywood and set them next to the board.
My current "mounted to plywood" monstrosity is 28" plus the 3 pedals on the side - but even just the 28" mounted part is pretty wide to maneuver.
So part of me is going "hey, for $20 more you can mount two of the pedals, and have some additional room on the back row for some other goodies" but if the expression pedal height and angle is going to be suspect, and it's just too wide and unwieldy, I need to go with the smarter solution just for practicality's sake.
One additional question - how much space is under the top back underneath to put a power supply under?I can find what it'll fit (Voodoo Labs) but I may want to mount a power strip under there for wall warts that'll fit.
Thanks

You know what being a content creator has taught me? Do things for the people, not yourself. If you ever have an idea and you want to share it with the public, don't be yourself, be what they want you to be. I despise these "rules." It's my idea, why can't I make what I want? I'm not trying to say people can't have opinions, but when you have one bad apple, that can ruin the whole batch. You can grow another one, but people will still say how bad your last one was rather than criticize the new one that may be good. They'll still say how bad that apple was even after the one after the bad apple. And that takes a toll on the creator.
With me, it's a bit different. Being #2 isn't acceptable. If I ever have a "bad apple" in a fan-made or original series, I clean it up and never act like that series happened, because clearly people won't like it anymore. What being a content creator has taught me is that you can't learn or grow. You have to be good the instant you walk into the room. Any skills must be instantly learned.
Here's an example. Person 1, an amateur, yet inspiring content creator. They spend 3 hours of their life and soul making a 2 minute short story in video form. Person 2 is not a content creator at all, but appreciates what they do, and that's fine. Everyone's different. They spend 2 minutes of their life finding fan art on Google. Both of these people post these works to a subreddit. Person 1 gets 37 upvotes. Person 2 gets 1,100 upvotes.
This world has taught me nothing can be bad. It doesn't matter if you're trying your best, if it's bad, it's bad and it'll be remembered as something wrong in history. And I'm not saying others can't be good, that's stupid. I'm happy for them. But, you have to be good instantly. "Learning? You should already know what you're doing by the time you wanted to do this." "Growth? Jeez, maybe this field isn't for you after all. Come back when you're a pro with no help at all."
I hate my life as a content creator. I just wanna be myself. Please fucking kill me already.

I have a Sonos Beam Gen 2 connected via HDMI Arc to a TCL TV. All sounds NOT coming through PLEX app is perfect. I have to double the volume to hear anything through PLEX. I have one Audio Setting in PLEX to allow DTS-HD, which is checked. Does anyone have an idea of what I can do to correct whatever issue I am having?
I should note I have another Sonos Beam Gen 2 to a TCL TV in my living room (plus a sub) and all audio, even through PLEX, is fine. I am running a Roku 4K stick in this room (I did not have the issue even before I added the Roku 4k stick).
Thanks!