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2023.06.08 00:01 a-bad-bomb-defuser IM LOSING IT
Hi im new here i bought a 2011 Nissan rogue SV and i bought and installed fog lights but then proceeded to realize I'm not sure how to turn them off so I checked Google and the manual but I realized the manual looks differently than my car and have no idea how to turn them on plz help
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2023.06.08 00:01 Illustrious_Aide3633 Hank you Lyin like fk bitch post this
1 A mod bought those kids clothes you took it back for money and your son was bullied at school 2.Jayla bought those kids shoes and you took them bk 3. You put those kids in the camera dirty and nappy headed for months 4.your kid just told your dumb ass they had a hole in the shoe 5.those kids not potty trained , the whole house shits on they self 6. You don’t have food half the time ppl send you money bc you sell those stamps 7. You lied like fk you get a SSI check and spend it on yourself 8. Your lights was cut off for none payment of 2000 , seems every season those lights out 9. You don’t have your shit together stop Lyin those kids barely eat and you treat them horrible
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2023.06.07 23:59 Mu0nNeutrino June 6th, 2944 [One-shot]
All of the preparations were complete. Every ship was in position. Every fighter and dropship was fueled and prepped for launch. Every missile, drone, torpedo, and mine, every plasma round and grav-charge and lasing cartridge, every mech and infantry rifle, all of the myriad pieces of ordinance that fed an interstellar war machine were loaded and ready. And every being, of whatever species, that made up the heart and soul of that war machine was prepared to face the fire in his, her, or their own way. The complex operation had been dissected to the finest detail and every piece examined for flaws one last time. All that remained was to see whether tomorrow would bring victory or defeat - and how many of them wouldn't be there to see it.
As the immense briefing hall cleared for the final time before battle, two figures remained standing at the rail of the large holotank that dominated the hall's center. One was tall and gangly, thin-limbed but built with a raptor's grace. The other was shorter but bulkier, their construction seeming to forgo grace in favor of stout muscle and a certain bullheaded tenacity.
The Ja'kee First Pinionmistress examined her human counterpart from the corner of one elongated eye. The featherless primates were hard to read, but she felt that she had gained enough familiarity with their oddly mobile facial expressions to make a reasonable guess. Usually, at least. But tonight the human High Admiral's expression was inscrutable. At first glance he appeared merely contemplative as he gazed into the depths of the holotank, but she noticed that his eyes were focused beyond it, and there was something else in the set of his features that she couldn't place. Worry? Maybe, but for some reason that didn't feel quite right.
Not that worry wouldn't be amply justified here, she thought as she looked back at the sea of lines and dots in the holotank. The scale of this conflict was unprecedented in the known history of interstellar warfare, and none of the allied races had ever contemplated such a massive and audacious assault. Her own wings trembled momentarily at the thought of the many, many ways in which everything could go wrong.
But there was no choice. The few spy and scouting reports that made it out of the great black hole that the vicious Xeotasi had turned their vast conquered territory into were horrific enough to turn any sapient's stomachs. For the sake of all of the souls still captive in that expanse, they had to go on the offensive, and every day of the unavoidable delay that had been needed to make that offensive a reality burned at her with the knowledge of the innocent lives being lost. But she, and every other being present, was all too aware of the potential cost.
Her eyes traced the lines of the mere five thin hyperlanes that threaded the dark mass of the Albion Gulf. The star-poor volume of the gulf was very sparse in the massive stars that anchored the hyperlanes that interstellar travel relied on, and the natural choke point of the paltry few hyperlanes that crossed it had already been pivotal in this war once. It was there that the allied species had finally been able to string a thick enough net to stop the onslaught of the xeotasi fleets, four standard rotations ago. In the wake of that check both sides had built up massive defenses on their side of the divide, and the fighting (and major forces) had moved on to other theaters. After all, as the allies had proven, it was nigh-suicidal to attack across the gulf. Or she devoutly hoped that the xeotasi still thought so, anyway.
Yet if any role in the coming assault actually bordered on suicidal, it was that of the humans. She glanced once more at the human admiral, his expression still stoic as ever, yet still with that same indefinable edge of... something. Over the endless rotations of planning and preparation that had gone into this operation a curiosity had begun growing in her, but she had repressed it. It was simply not the sort of thing one asked about. But now, on the eve of battle, she decided to give it voice. If not now, then when?
"Admiral." The odd alien word came easily to her after so much use.
He glanced up at her. "Yes, Pinionmistress?" They had known each other for almost five rotations now, but in deference to ja'kee custom he used her title in this, their domain of warriors. Even after this long, his gruff, low voice still sounded odd in contrast to her own people's fluting tones.
"I have been wondering..." she trailed off. It still felt awkward to ask, and her crest feathers flattened in an involuntary display of self-consciousness, but she powered through. "Why do you all do it?"
"Why do we do what?" Behind the serious expression she thought there just might have been a bit of a twinkle in his eye as he responded. He was as familiar with ja'kee by now as she was with humans, after all.
"This." She gestured at the tank with a spread of pinion feathers. "This whole insane plan. Why do you put yourselves so... fully into everything? Especially the advance force? You have to know that nobody would have blamed you if you'd held back, asked for a more equal distribution of forces."
Any twinkle was definitely gone now. The humans had taken hideous losses during the more chaotic early days of the war. Their fleets had fought more desperately than any, falling back from system to system as the xeotasi advance had ground onward in a seemingly endless tide of steel and hate. They left behind a trail of broken starships and blood as they'd held out longer than anyone dreamed possible, buying time for the evacuation of what pathetically few civilians could be saved. All of the allied races had paid dearly for those rescued souls, but the humans had borne by far the brunt of it, and the others knew they owed them a debt that could never be repaid.
Yet if the humans were aware of that, they showed no sign of it. Even as they rebuilt, they refused to accept any withdrawal of what remained of their forces from the front line. And when the need to strike back, somehow, at any cost had become brutally apparent, it was the humans who had come up with the insane plan that just might have made it possible, and it was the humans who had assigned themselves the most dangerous role in that plan. And she wanted to know why. What drove them?
"Well, someone's gotta do it." The statement could have been humorous if it hadn't been delivered in such a serious tone. "I could say it was because it was our idea," he continued. "Or because we're the ones best suited to it. But mostly" - he looked her dead in the eye - "it's because fuck those bastards."
She surprised herself with a brief trill of laughter, bursting out before she could suppress it. Could humans never stay serious for more than a moment? She saw him give a quick grin of his own at getting her to laugh, but his expression quickly became serious once more.
"I agree they deserve it," she replied, still trying to make her crest feathers settle down, "though perhaps I wouldn't put it quite that way. But..." Her feathers quickly fell again. "You still didn't have to volunteer yourselves for the entire advance fleet. We would have gladly taken a part in that for you." And, the unspoken thought continued, you wouldn't have to sacrifice yourselves again for us.
She knew he could hear the unspoken continuation as well as she did. Only the humans would have considered using the 'short range' fold-drive to have an advanced force cross something like the gulf without using the hyperlanes. Even with the ludicrously stripped-down and overpowered ships the humans had built the trip would take an entire rotation (it would have been five for anyone else), and the drive radiation meant the crews had to make the trip in shielded hibernation pods. Not that they could have made the trip normally anyway since the ships had sacrificed everything else for speed, stealth, and firepower to such an extent that they couldn't even carry more than a couple weeks' life support. Or much in the way of defenses.
Of course, the xeotasi's scanners could normally still detect the drive wakes in time to give warning. But only humans would have considered dropping to real space a half-rotation out and coasting the rest of the way completely blind to avoid that. And only the humans would have thought to do all of that to slip an advance force behind enemy lines specifically to mount a perfectly timed sneak attack, alone, against some of the heaviest defenses in known space, solely to cause as much confusion as possible so that the main allied fleets could make the jump into those defenses without catastrophic losses.
It was a brilliant plan. It was also an insane one. And the humans had insisted on the advance forces being their responsibility. She'd objected back when the idea had first been proposed, but the humans had been unmovable. One of them had commented that they were 'used to Airborne operations', which had confused her but made the rest of the humans laugh. She'd resolved to try to track down whatever that was a reference to, but somehow had never quite gotten around to it. Maybe if she had done so before, she might not have had to ask now, but she supposed late was better than never.
"We know." There was no longer any humor in his voice or manner. "And we appreciate it. But this is just something we have to do."
"But not alone, surely?" she argued. It didn't seem right.
"We're not alone," he replied, and she could see the gratitude for that in his face. "Your dreadnought will be going in right next to mine in the main assault tomorrow, after all. We'd never be able to do it without you." In a breach of all discipline and custom he reached out one hand, and briefly rested it on her outermost wing-finger where she gripped the holotank's rail. Somehow, she found she didn't mind.
"It's just..." He hesitated. She held her peace, giving him space as he obviously struggled to put his thoughts into speech.
"For starters, this is our crazy plan." One corner of his mouth briefly quirked upwards in a parody of a smile, and she felt a distant flicker of amusement. There was that human irreverence again. "We came up with it, so how could we ask anyone else to take that riskiest spot for us?"
"But it's not just that. Even if it hadn't been our idea, it's our job to stand in the way. To take those risks so that nobody else has to." His gaze had gone distant. "We owe it to you, and to ourselves."
He paused for a moment before continuing in a hard voice. "There's some things you just have to fight with everything you've got. We couldn't call ourselves human if we didn't. We've seen this sort of darkness, this... evil, before. Not so bad, thank God, but we have. There've been some ugly times in our past. Things we're not proud of. Things we never want to see anyone else have to deal with."
"But we decided a long time ago that when you see something like this, you stop it, no matter what." His voice was hammered iron, and his eyes flashed. "It took a while, but we finally got ourselves together - most of us anyway - and put our foot down and said no. It might have taken a few tries to get it to stick, but eventually it did, and we will be damned if we stand by and watch it happen again!"
He took a deep breath and turned away, staring into the holotank once more and leaning on its rail, and a long pause passed before he spoke again.
"And we've done this before." His voice was quiet now, almost pensive. "How could we stand up in front of our ancestors and tell them that we couldn't make the same sacrifices they did? 'The eyes of the world are upon us.' We will not be found wanting."
He gave a sigh. "I just hope this works out as well as the original did."
She stood in silence, blinking as his words seemed to echo in her ears. It was an uncharacteristic outburst from the normally reserved human. Her wing rose almost of its own accord, hovering above his back as she felt the urge to comfort him as he had done for her. But the ironclad force of custom ran too deep, and she lowered it again, not without a feeling of regret.
Not knowing what else to do, she gave a sound of agreement as she turned to follow his gaze into the tank, wishing as she had rarely wished for anything before that she knew what he was referring to. She supposed she had known intellectually that human history was, of course, just as rich as that of her own species, but it had never really come to her attention before. But this... this was something worth understanding.
It was an ancient teaching that sometimes, as the wheel turned, there came events that were more than mere history. They were a crucible, the vessel in which a people's identity was forged, to be hammered out on the anvil of destiny. They came only rarely, but she already knew that this war would be one of those times for all of them, just like the Gates of Jar'ka'han had been for her people before they ever left their homeworld to join the heavens.
And, of course, the humans had their own, of which she knew nothing. She felt strangely bereft at the thought. She needed to know, to understand the trials that drove such resolution. To share the emotion, instead of being on the outside looking in.
She vowed to repair the gap in her knowledge as soon as possible. Assuming she survived.
Her eyes traced once more the five hyperlanes crossing the gulf, terminating at the five xeotasi-held systems that were their objectives. Spread in a ragged line across a hundred light-years of space, they were labeled in human script. The sight was a familiar one from endless planning sessions and briefings, and given the humans' inexplicable obsession with nonsensical code names she hadn't given their renaming of those systems a second thought. But now... now she wondered.
Five targets. Five beacons in the endless black. Five portals that would lead to liberation, or to eternity. Five aeries on which their assault would break like the gods' own hammer - or be broken. And five brief, cryptic tags attached to those dots of light.
A day late, but hopefully not a dollar short. The inspiration only came to me last night. This anniversary hits harder than it used to.
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2023.06.07 23:58 Plagued_Hearts Apocalypse Survival Items list
Apocalypse Survival Items (1-50)
- Backpack- plenty of storage space but as lightweight as it can be
- Food- granola bars, jerky, anything lightweight with protein
- Water canister- refillable, less space taken up that multiple bottles
- Water filter straw- if you find yourself out of refreshment and near a body of water
- Pocket knife- good for cutting through things and technically can be used for self defense(although not very good at it)
- Multi-use pocket tool- used for many things, can definitely come in handy, along with the fact that it’s very compact and easy to use
- Medical tape- can be used to secure stitched wounds to keep from getting infected
- First aid kit- pretty self explanatory. Comes with most of the necessities for an injury that doesn’t need hospital attention
- Sewing kit- can be used to stitch up wounds along with fixing ripped clothing
- Duct tape- can be used to tape things up and used as grip for a weapon
- Walkie talkie set- in case you paigroup up with people and split up
- Flash light- in dark spaces you need something to see so that you don’t run into something and ring the dinner bell for all of your undead neighbors to gave potluck once again
- Extra batteries- once your battery powered tools run out, you need back up batteries so that you aren’t stuck in a shitty situation
- Book of botanicals- you need to know about plants. If not you won’t know what’s food or medicinal or what's poisonous.
- Small Radio- it might be nice to tune in and possibly find a secure group that is taking more survivors
- Extra Small pot- for boiling water or cooking canned food if you find it while looting houses
- Hair pins- for picking locks
- Waterproof Matchbox- matches are very useful for starting a fire
- Fire Starting kit- once those matches run out you’ll need something to start the fire that’s going to keep you alive
- Shoe laces- useful for tying things together and can also be used to tie shoes
- Socks- to keep your feet warm and keep them from getting blisters
- Netting- can be used to catch fish and trap small creatures
- Gloves- protect your hands and fingers and possibly give you better grip
- Extra set of clothing- in case you soil yours or mess them up beyond repair. Can also be used as a tourniquet if things go south
- Compact blanket- for cold nights and possibly days, you need something extra to keep you warm because you won’t have any heating and cooling systems for at least a long time
- Jewelry or something of value- if you are robbed by bandits, who have it in their hearts to just ask you for your valuables instead of just killing you, this can be used to keep them away from slitting your throat or using you as zombie bait
- Watch- to tell time and now how far you are away from night(aka when the zombies get extra freaky)
- Tarp- can be used to more easily build a shelter in case you are in the deep woods away from safe structures
- Pistol or shotgun- do not shoot UNLESS you have no other choices. Lethal but also very loud
- Crossbow- makes not near as much noise but also a bit harder to get ready. Good for longe range hunting or securing a perimeter quietly
- Melee weapon- this is your choice, but most would choose something sharp or blunt such as: an ax, a bat, a sword or katana(you’d likely need some training with this to do damage but definitely comes in handy), a crowbar, a broken off broomstick.
- Leash- this is optional, but if your furry friend comes along to join you, it might be best to keep them on a leash depending on their obedience. Can also be used as a rope if needed
- Book- something to keep your mind happy whilst waiting for the sun to rise if you can’t sleep
- Diary or journal- write out your feelings- it gives you something to do and can help you overcome this traumatic experience. Along with that you could also make a list of rules or tips to remember or leave for someone else that can help keep them alive
- Pen or pencil- you need something to write with
- Sharpener- you need to sharpen your pencil
- Map- great for knowing where to go instead of just wandering aimlessly
- Sunscreen- it can help keep you comfortable on a hot day and keep you from having more pain than you are already in
- Sunglasses, keep the sun's glare out of your eyes
- Pain relievers- tylenol, Ibuprofen, ect.
- Crowbar- can help you get into the trunk of a car or maybe even through a window. Also can be used as a weapon
- Word search- keep your mind sharp, you’ll need it. Also something to do in your free time
- Glow Sticks- can be used as zombie bait in a dark area so that you can get past them unseen
- Dog treats- it may be good to teach Fido some tricks on how to stay alive too
- Spray paint- sounds dumb, but it can be used to mark a specific spot or give arrows pointing to that spot. Also used to warn others of dangers nearby
- Battery operated mp3 player- as long as this bad boy is alive, he’ll keep you good company in the darkest of times.
- Beanie- keep your head warm, it can help your body temp
- Fishing line and hooks- used to catch fish and can help in other ways
- Inhaler- comes in handy to clear your airways and allow you to breathe when you have a respiratory sickness
- Lighter fluid- used to make things light on fire easier
These are the items I'd bring in the apocalypse. If you feel like something should be added or taken away lmk!
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2023.06.07 23:57 DDoubleBlinDD Everyone's a Catgirl! Ch. 219: Sapphire of the Emperor
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The Port of Meow. Tristan thought he wouldn’t be surprised by the world’s naming conventions after he’d heard terms like ‘Myana,’ and ‘Onyans,’ but this one struck him as funny. Maybe it was the lack of sleep from their conditions on the boat. Every time one of the girls said it, he laughed.
“There are so many people,” Destiny murmured as they entered the port city. “And all the buildings are so close together!”
Lara inhaled a deep breath. “Wind brings so many flavors with her. I have never smelled so many spices.” She pointed at one building, then the next, then a third. “Earth is the ruler here. Each one of these structures begins and ends with him.”
It really was incredible. The strips of buildings carried a spirit of older Chinese architecture, using a bilateral symmetry that stemmed from one focal structure into secondary components on either side—like wings on a giant bird. He was fascinated in middle school by Asian and Middle-Eastern design, and to see it dominating an entire island in a completely different world was mind-boggling.
Such an intricate, elegant city. Called the Port of Meow.
Destiny gently touched his forehead with the back of her hand. “Tristan? Are you feeling alright?”
“Yes, sorry. I’m fine. Just tired.” Her skin felt cool against his. “I guess I did laugh at a weird time, huh?”
Destiny chewed her lip. “It isn’t just that. You’re very pale.”
Lara bent her knees and looked into his face. “My sister is correct, Young Master. I would advise we find a place to rest.”
A sure hand clapped him on his shoulder. Matt was suddenly beside him, his Party at his side. “Ready to get something to eat?”
Tristan’s chest tightened, and he licked his lips. He suddenly felt very dizzy. “C-could you show us where to stay? I’m not feeling well.”
Cannoli danced to his side, her hands deep inside her [Cat Pack]. “Poor Tristan! I may have a potion! Let me look!”
“That’s sweet of you, Cannoli, but we’ll take care of him,” Destiny said, favoring Tristan with a worried glance. “If we need anything, I’ll let you know.”
“The Spider Lily’s this way.” Ravyn grabbed Matt’s arm and tugged him away from Tristan. “Don’t crowd Tristan. He looks like he’s about to faint.” Thanks, Ravyn.
Destiny hooked her arm through Tristan’s, and Lara copied on his opposite side. They made their way through the crowds together, drawing the eyes of almost every catgirl they passed.
The port was bustling with activity. Sailors and merchants loaded boats on the multitude of docks while vendors in tents hawked last-minute travel supplies and whatever ‘San Specials’ were. In the sprawling wings on either side of the center building, there were small restaurants, shops, an armorer, and a tailor. Excited murmurs and laughter echoed from all angles, making it hard to hear one another as they fought through the throngs.
It was nothing like Venicia.
It turned out the Spider Lily was
the center building. An expansive inn lit by dozens of paper lanterns, with metal gates forged by geometric patterns. Opaque windows mirrored the gates’ rectangular motif, flecked with golden embellishments and pieces of colored glass.
Ravyn led them inside. Incense burned on a polished podium, and they were greeted by a pair of young women in high-collared dresses, their dark hair tied away from their faces.
“Welcome to the Spider Lily,” the woman in red said, bowing deeply. “You are Cailu’s companions, are you not?”
Ravyn made a sound between choking and gagging.
“You could say that,” Matt replied before Tristan could say anything. He nudged Ravyn with his elbow and offered a wry smile.
“Very good. I am Ayu, and this is Nalee. Your rooms will be free for the duration of your stay,” Ayu, the woman in blue, announced, copying her companion’s bow. “There are two suites on the second floor; one for each of you.”
Tristan exchanged a confused glance with Matt.
“Just two?” Keke asked first.
“Yes, miss. You will find four beds in each suite, as well as a full-service washroom. Is this not to your liking?” Nalee tilted her head to the side. “Perhaps we can find something more suitable?”
“No, that’s perfect. Thank you very much,” Tristan said with a wave of his hand. “It’s more
“Excellent, sir. We have stationed Kaori and Ratu on the floor as well. They will retrieve anything you require. Food, drinks, travel necessities, you need only say the word, and they will bring it to you,” Ayu continued. “Should they fail to meet your needs, Nalee and I will both see this rectified.”
“Pardon me, miss, but how will charges for these items be collected?” Ceres asked.
“Cailu has assured us that he will settle your tab,” Nalee said. “It is not yours to bear.”
Tristan heard Cannoli mutter to Keke, “We can order anything?
Cannoli took Buttons from her shoulder and looked at him excitedly. “We can get you so many peanuts!
Ravyn cackled. That was the laugh of a girl with dad’s metal credit card in her wallet.
“We will not cause Sir Cailu to regret this generosity,” Ceres replied with a deep bow and pointed glare at Ravyn. “It is a great kindness, and we thank you.”
“I just need some water,” Tristan said, leaning his head against Lara’s shoulder.
Destiny raised her hand. “Can we please get our key? We would like to go up now.”
“Of course, miss.” Nalee retrieved a key on a delicate chain from behind the podium and handed it to Destiny. “Please enjoy your stay.”
“Why don’t we head off to the Golden Dragon first?” Matt suggested to his Party. “We can come back and check on them after.”
Ravyn gawked. “Did you not hear what the lady just said?”
“I did. And I’m with Ceres on this one. Come on.” Matt waved his group outside.
Keke laughed as they filtered through the door.
“Let us go upstairs,” Lara said, squeezing Tristan’s arm.
“Yeah. Good idea.”
Destiny and Lara guided him up the two flights to the second floor, and Tristan’s vertigo grew worse. It was like a combination of seasickness and stepping off the teacup ride at an amusement park. The world would just not
“Hello, sir. My name is Kaori.” A green-haired girl bowed in the hallway of the second floor.
“And I’m Ratu. Just let us know if you need anything at all.” A head of short blonde hair ducked deep with her bow.
“Thank you both,” Tristan replied, unsure if he had the energy for proper introductions.
Destiny unlocked the door to their room and pushed it open. The dark hallway gave way to a room of colorful screens and vibrant tapestries. The single room was bigger than the apartment Tristan grew up in—each bed could fit three people without an issue.
As soon as they were inside, Destiny knelt to help Tristan take off his boots.
“Y-you don’t have to do that,” Tristan said, embarrassment burning into his face.
“I want to,” Destiny said, continuing to untie the laces.
Lara moved to one of the beds, turning down the blankets with expert precision. The sheets fell with perfect symmetry, the rectangles laying parallel to the headboard. She smoothed the bottom layer and stepped back, looking expectantly at Tristan.
“Girls—” he began.
“Please. Let us use all of this etiquette training.” Destiny laughed, sliding the second boot from Tristan’s foot. “We can’t let Kaori and Ratu show us up.”
“Alright,” he relented. “Just this once.”
Destiny took his hand and led him to the bed.
He stared at the freshly pressed white sheet for a long time. “Will you two join me?”
Destiny’s eyes widened, and she hissed in a tiny breath.
Lara took his hand in both of hers, her airy voice taking on a tone of concern. “Young master, your current physical state will not allow you to perform—”
“That’s not what I mean,” he cut her off, a little harsher than he meant to. “I’m sorry. What I meant was… I just want to be close to you right now.”
“Of course, Tristan,” Destiny replied softly. “Here, lie down.”
They situated him in the middle of the bed, making sure his feet were under the blankets and tucking him to the waist. Lara was the first to slide under the covers, wiggling her way to Tristan’s right side. He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her close until her head rested on his shoulder.
“You are very warm,” she noted.
“And you’re very soft.” Tristan chuckled. “Destiny?”
Destiny turned multiple shades of red. She held her hands tightly clasped in front of her apron, her gaze never resting on one place. “I-I’m sorry. Is this really okay?”
“Yes,” he said, holding a hand out toward her. “Please?”
Destiny nodded and lifted the covers with care. One leg pressed beneath, then the other. She shifted forward, taking Tristan’s hand and letting him guide her to his side. With a slow exhale, she relaxed against him, trapping his left thigh between her legs.
“You’re soft, too,” Destiny whispered, wrapping her tail around his ankle.
“And you’re wonderful,” Tristan murmured. “Both of you are.” He yawned and closed his eyes, already feeling the warm descent into sleep.
On a foreign island, in a stranger’s bed, Tristan felt more at home than he ever had in Nyarlea.
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2023.06.07 23:56 rubyreadit Home health aide hours, costs, duties
My parents are in the independent part of a senior facility. I'm in another state but my sister lives fairly close to them. Mom has these spells where she stops taking her medication and stops eating for a few days and gets increasingly disoriented due to dehydration. She has ended up in the hospital now 5 times over 3 years for this. Dad is mostly independent for himself but isn't capable of managing mom's intermittent issues... I don't know if he doesn't notice her not taking her meds or if he weakly tries to get her to take them but backs down easily. Anyway, the last time mom was hospitalized they discharged her with the recommendation to have an aide come in but I guess the aide would come for 4 hours and I think every day so the cost adds up quickly and they didn't hire anyone. She ended up in the hospital again yesterday.
I don't know if this 4 hours a day thing is just what the aides at their specific facilitiy require or if it's sort of a standard unit of care. I think they could stay in the independent wing longer if there was someone coming in maybe once a day for an hour and then maybe a little longer once or twice a week... mostly to check that she's taken her medication and eaten something. The quote per hour was $29 which sounds reasonable until you turn that into 4 hours a day every day. I guess I want to see what sounds reasonable ... I probably need to start doing more research on it. Also I'm guessing that a trained health aide won't be interested in spending time doing stuff like light housekeeping or helping them remember to plug their cell phones in but I don't know.
Thanks for any advice/ tips/ etc. They are in Houston TX in case that matters.
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2023.06.07 23:55 Tiguima i9 heating with Fan/Pump Working
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Just assembled a new rig, first time booting, I’m getting 89°C. After a few minutes navigating the BIOS, it shuts down power.
DeepCool LS520 with fans on 2300 RPM and AIO pump 3000+RPM, assembled twice to check everything.
The I9 is mounted on an Rog Strix B760-I with Crucial 500SSD, 2x Corsair Vengeance DDr5, Corsair SF600 PSU. CPU red light is on.
I don’t know if the readings are wrong (based on the fan speed) or the CPU is damaged. Since everything is new, I’m at loss. Images to show temp and speed.
Any ways to check?
2023.06.07 23:53 Appropriate_Bid_4582 My cousin touched me
Hello so a while back I lived in my aunt's house and I used to sleep in the girls's room while the boys (10m) and (16m) slept in the boys's room. This incident started last year but my brain was in denial and thought of it as a dream. So I thought I had these weird dreams of someone touching me first my feet then it progressed to my private parts it was a weird dream to have but it always started with my blanket being pulled away slowly, I know you will ask how will I not wake up to that but trust me I can sleep through anything, I was a very deep sleeper. Then one day I saw my little cousin the (10m) who was leaning on my blanket like he was looking for something I thought he was looking for Lola our cat who loved me so much that she liked sleeping with me. I told him Lola left and she is not here, his reaction was different like someone who was caught stealing he screamed a little looking all shocked and ran outside. I thought that was strange but I didn’t think of anything. It happened again after somedays I woke up told him the same thing like last time and he ran away line last time too. I was really surprised and wondered what he was doing in our room and near my bed. Then one day It was summer so school was off so everyone was home and I was sleeping when I felt someone touching my private part, I slowly opened my eyes still thinking it was a dream and saw someone with white shirt touching me I couldn’t see the face clearly because I was half a sleep and I didn’t yet process and I woke up he was already gone but I knew it wasn’t a dream. I felt so vulnerable and scared at first I thought it was my uncle to his room but he wasn’t there everyone was sleeping I checked the older boy and he was still sleeping, the girls were sleeping too I ran downstairs and that’s when I saw my cousin (10m) on the couch wearing a white shirt playing video games and it dawn on me that my dreams were not just dream but it actually happened and he wasn’t looking for Lola but came to touch me. I was confused he was freaking 10!! . I was so shocked and very sad.I. Don’t know how many evil things he did to me that I don’t remember. I went to the bathroom to puke and cry. I didn’t know who to tell of for that matter if anyone would believe me. When I was 7 one of my older cousin who is not the same family as the above was playing with me and then he took me to bed while he was unzipping his pants I ran outside, that memory was still in my head I didn’t know 9 years later I would be in the same situation this time older, I felt so weak I didn’t tell anyone the first time but I was younger this time am older but am not strong I guess. Maybe it is in my head and it is not that big of a deal. I need advice I can barely sleep without jolting in my sleep. Am a light sleeper now and wake up to every move. I dont live in that house anymore.
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2023.06.07 23:53 a-bad-bomb-defuser HELP IM GONNA CRY
Hi so I'm new but I've got a 2011 Nissan rogue SV and i bought then installed fog lights then tried to turn them on just to realize i didn't know how checked google and the manual and the manual is different then what my car actually looks like :( plz help
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2023.06.07 23:50 Seigardreight Had a good laugh today at a scam NFT site that used random photos for their founders while using very recognizable names.
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Got a message from someone saying that they really liked some of my drawings and would love to buy them as NFTs which immediately resulted in the side-eye-dog lighting up in my mind. They continued to suggest the site in which they wanted me to mint the drawings because they didn't want to use any other site. I won't name the site because it currently has no traction and I don't want them getting more clicks because at the end of the day, they will just rebrand and continue their scam.
Funny thing is, I went ahead and checked all the usual scam-signs in the site like the about us section having a writing in broken English, no working contact info and so on. However what really made my day was when I checked the "Founders" section. I mean you really got to give it to these guys for committing enough to make a specific founders section, but not committing enough to make it even slightly believable. Belinda Johnson and Justin Kan have definitely gone through some major changes.
2023.06.07 23:49 Hannah012503 Car vibrates inconsistently
I have a 2017 Nissan Sentra that’ll vibrate/thump upon initial start up, and then will idle smoothly until I put it into drive or reverse, in which case it’ll vibrate pretty heavily. It doesn’t always do this tho, occasionally it’ll start smoothly, or i’ll have it in drive and it’ll idle at a red light with no vibrations. I don’t have a check engine light. Anyone have any ideas on what the issue may be?
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2023.06.07 23:47 guyintrouble101 Advice on what I need to do to get my old bikes going again? Haven't been out in 10 years. 2008 CRF and super stomp pitbike.
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Hey so when I was in school I tried to get into mx. I shared a pit bike with my brother for a few years then saved up enough to buy the crf. However my dad at the time was my only lift to and from my local quarry and unfortunately he became unable to take me and the crf was only used a handful of times. submitted by guyintrouble101 to Dirtbikes [link] [comments]
But I want to get them done up again so I can have another go on them and then maybe see about selling them for someone else to enjoy. The question I have as, someone who's not very mechanical, what do I need to do before starting a bike that's been sitting this long?
I pulled the pit bike out there, took the air filter off, checked the spark, cleaned the fuel filter and put fresh petrol in it and was able to get it running okay for 10 secs or so. But didn't want to run it any longer as the oil will definitely need changed.
And any jobs you think I should do to tidy them up?
Any response greatly appreciated, hopefully I can keep you all updated with my progress.
2023.06.07 23:45 JCEkard88 [WTT]-[WTS] lot of uncirculated silver coins, chat only please
Hello, everyone. I would like to trade (first preference) or sell my small lot of nice uncirculated US silver coins.
Would trade the lot for fractional US or Canadian gold with an established, reputable partner. Willing to add cash to the trade if it’s something I like.
These are offered as a single lot only. I won’t break up the lot for individual sales so please don’t ask.
If sold, I will pay shipping via USPS two-day priority. If we trade, you pay your own shipping.
I have one recent sale (non-cash trade) on this sub and plenty of positive feedback as a buyer here and on watchexchange
I also have 100% positive seller feedback on numerous ebay sales (chat me for ebay account name).
Most coins are nice BU (a few are toned) and all were acquired from this sub, ebay or a coin show in the past year.
I double checked the values but if something is off let me know.
Chat only please as PM is clumsy. Zelle is preferred payment method.
The standard disclaimers apply. I sell/trade/ship within CONUS only. I pack and ship carefully and will send you tracking as soon as it’s generated.
After I hand the parcel to the postal employee, I am no longer responsible for delivery but will help resolve any issues should they arise. Thanks for your consideration.
Proof and closeups: https://imgur.com/a/pbUH13j
Here are the goods:
1) 1922 BU peace in capsule (light toning), $32 2) 4 x 1966 BU Kennedy, $30 3) 4 x BU Franklin, $60 (one with toning) 4) 6 x 90% Washington (some w/toning, two w/heavy toning on reverse), $48 5) 5 x BU mercury, $30 6) PCGS MS 65 1945-D mercury, $30 7) PCGS MS 64 1962 Franklin, $30
Total for the lot = $260
Thanks for looking. Please comment here first and then chat.
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2023.06.07 23:45 Luqqid_ What are general laws around rent and when you can raise it?
I’ve been wondering about this for a while now. I’m not able to move out of my family‘s apartment yet and this place feels like it’s literally falling apart sometimes. Some examples being that there’s definitely mold growing in the house, I don’t think our vents/dryer have been cleaned out other than what we can reach ourselves, my upstairs neighbor’s window was starting to fall out of the wall last summer because of an AC unit, and we consistently have ants in the house every spring/summer because there’s fairly big cracks in the windows that let bugs inside even if they’re closed (Along with more I can’t think of off the top of my head). My family says we can’t tell our landlord about it because the rent will be raised, but that just feels like general upkeep that keeps us safe? Not to mention any fixes seem to come out of our pocket because of that. I also can’t remember any health inspections or even our landlord just coming to check in on the house other than when I was 8 or younger and it’s been a good while since then and even when that did happen I don’t remember anyone coming inside the house? It’s just been really confusing and I was wondering if this is actually something that they can do or if our landlord can’t raise the rent for upkeep like that.
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2023.06.07 23:44 negativemidas KoSunabouzu25 appreciation thread
For years, the Black Lagoon fan community has languished without a full translation for either the elusive 2nd light novel or the long-running Sawyer spinoff. And in fact, we are
still waiting for those so we can finally read them ourselves.
BUT, thanks to the efforts of the madlad known as KoSunabouzu25, we are now at least halfway there.
He has acquired, translated and written up detailed summaries of both Ballad of the Sinful Wizard
and every issue of Gore Gore Girl
(pending) on the Black Lagoon Wiki, as well as creating entries for new characters and other trivia. With these, we now have an almost complete picture of Black Lagoon's "official" lore outside of the manga/anime, so you have no excuse to not go check it all out immediately.
We are lucky to have such a diligent and hardworking wiki editor. Please show him your appreciation here.
KoSuna, you da real MVP. 🏆
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2023.06.07 23:40 Smokeydubbs 2014 Mazda 3 A/C issues
Hello, so I bought my 2014 a few years ago. It’s been great, outside of the A/C being weak during the summer. I’ve asked the mechanics to check the Freon several times. They always say it’s fine.
Then yesterday happened; my car was parked in the sun all day, the temperature outside was at least 90. The temperature gauge on my dash was saying 70. It VERY slowly raised to the real temp, speeding up around the end. But during this the A/C was worthless.
Is my thermostat bad? I don’t have a check engine light. My car doesn’t overheat.
Thanks for any help.
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2023.06.07 23:38 NeilForReal Wit's end! Towels ALWAYS sudsy or am I crazy?
I have a new washer that has a drum light that can be turned on while washing so I was randomly checking it to see how the loads were doing at being balanced as towels and bedding still always seem to be not perfectly smooth with how heavy they are.
I noticed my towels during the rinse cycle, like end of the rinse cycle right before the spin cycle, are still sudsy! The water they're in has bubbles, a few on the door, etc. When they go in the dryer, there is no sign of anything.
It CAN'T be too much detergent. I use 1 single Tide Pod Ultra Oxi (I read somewhere it could be the Oxi, Tide's own website says this version has more bubbles to target stains?).
I have always added vinegar to the softener spot. NO dryer sheets for towels.
California, water as hard as a rock.
It is only 4 bath towels and 3-4 hand towels. To keep the towels feeling nice, instructions say delicate and cold but I do medium and cold. When I noticed this, I started doing high and warm. I don't think I can do very high or hot as that will definitely ruin the towels. Heavy soil now, too.
I always do 2, sometimes 3, extra rinses. Even before this, I've always done extra to be safe.
This weekend, I did a billion extra rinse cycles (pausing it when it was on the last one and adding 2 more). Then I did a bunch of rinse and spin only runs. Got it pretty clear. Then ran washer clean cycle, no soap, fully empty. Bunch of bubbles. Ran it a bunch of times until clear.
Did the load of towels again, these are the fresh ones I just ran until they were clear, with one pod and vinegar in the softener dispenser. Suds in the rinse cycle. Ran another fresh wash with no soap, suds. Ran probably 9 rinse and spins (3 times with 3 extra rinses each time), suds almost gone.
What do I do? Do I have to go back to liquid detergent? I really want to use a pod, maybe All Free & Clear pods are better or Persil pods?
Is it my washing machine? It seems to be draining fine... I mean, wouldn't it give me an error? It's the largest LG washer so the 7 to 8 towels total should be fine. When I run the washer cleaning cycle, all the water jets turn on fine and go crazy with lots of water that fills the entire thing to clean it so I don't think its a water issue? All the water drains, too, so I assume my washer is totally fine.
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2023.06.07 23:38 Overall-Put-1165 When people only take graduation/wedding photos and call themselves a professional photographer
I'm sorry but photo sessions with your dog or your bestie isn't that impressive. I think there's a wide misunderstanding on what actually goes into professional photography. I see too many people not even consider composition, lighting, and concept when taking "professional" photos. There's also plenty of work that goes in after the photos are taken. Real photographers will load their images into photo editing software and polish up anything that needs attention or add certain effects to the image. Owning a fancy camera and hipster clothing doesn't give you the title of photographer. Taking the photos is only the first step but people will just snap the picture, put a filter on it and post it on their Instagram while anyone else with no experience can produce the same exact thing with a smartphone.
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2023.06.07 23:38 Thirsha_42 Tight Money Ch 16
Here is chapter 16 of Tight Money.
Special thanks to u/SpacePaladin15
for creating the universe and allowing fan writers to join the fun.
Additional thanks to u/BiasMushroom
for letting me use elements from their fanfics in mine.
Thanks to u/Zyrian150
, and u/Eager_Question
for proofreading this chapter.
Today, I have 3 character updates for you. We get to see good things happen to Leena and Dani and we get another update on what Niit is up to as well as revisiting some old characters and introducing a new one. This chapter was my first in collaboration with u/Eager_Question
. We are doing a crossover for the next few chapters of Tight Money. A huge thanks to them for entirely changing the trajectory of my plans for Niit and Leena. I'm excited for where this is going.
I love your comments so please tell me what you think so I can get better or if you have suggestions for future snippets of life on Venlil Prime you would like to see me cover, leave it in the comments. First Previous
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Memory transcription subject: Leena, Human Refugee Host Date [standardized human time]: November 7, 2136
The smell of delectable food woke me up before my alarm – a sweet scent with a hint of roasted vegetables. My stomach demanded a meal, and glancing at the clock, I could see that I had some time before the twins would wake. Eagerly walking to the kitchen, I saw Dani had placed out all manner of items on the counter. She stood in front of her ‘hot plate,’ stirring a steaming pot that emanated the delightful aroma.
“Good morning, sleepy head!”
“Good waking, Dani. What are you up to with all those fruits and jars?”
“Well, you remember how I told you I was going to make some chalk for the neighborhood kids? That’s what I am doing right now – I'm making colored chalk! It's a fun DIY project. You see…”
“That did not translate correctly. The translator said, ‘letters of the English alphabet ask for clarification.’”
“Oh, it is an acronym that stands for the English words, ‘do it yourself.’ A lot of humans are pretty handy and have the skills to make the things that most people buy from a store. Sometimes they make things to save money, some do it for the challenge to see if they can, some do it because they want to customize something, and a lot of people do it because they enjoy doing it.”
“Like you said at our meal, this last paw.”
“Yeah! First, I slice up these fruits and vegetables into thin slices and boil them in water for [10 minutes]. The boiling process helps extract the natural pigments from the foods. Once I've boiled the fruits, I strain the colored water and keep it aside.”
Dani reached for a strainer and gently poured the steaming water into another pot and put that on the ‘hot plate.’ She set the slices of fire fruit on a plate and took a tentative bite out of a slice. I followed suit and to my delight, the fruit had a new mellower flavor with a hint of sweetness. Looking over the counter while I snacked on the boiled slices of Firefruit I got a better look at the jars of colored water and a few with colored powders.
“Okay, I'm following so far,” I pointed to one of the powder jars. “What are the powders for?”
“I’m doing an experiment. I want to see if I can use the pigment water as is or if I have to bake it to remove even more of the moisture in order to get a good color. I’ve never used these vegetables before so I need to do some trial and error to get this right.”
Dani had received a small strayu forge a few days ago in the mail and was putting it to good use making all manner of things except strayu. Honestly, I had no idea you could do anything else with them. Humans think of the strangest things.
The forge dinged alerting her that it was done with whatever it was doing. She pulled out a tray of shriveled up Firefruit slices and transferred them to an empty plate. Dani laid several more fresh Firefruit slices on the trays and began the process anew.
“Dehydrated slices make wonderful snacks. Now, I take plaster,” Dani scooped some white powder into a cheap plastic bowl and poured in two scoops of the colored water, “and mix it with the colored water we obtained earlier. The plaster acts as a base and helps give the chalk a solid form.”
“Dani, that's so clever! So, the colored water gives the plaster its colors?”
“Exactly! The colored water mixes with the plaster, and we end up with a mixture that has the desired colors. Oh, and while I'm doing this, I'm also pouring the mixture into these silicone molds.”
I watched as Dani mixed the blue water and white powder until it turned into a light blue soup. Dani poured the liquid into the cavities of the flexible trays and scrunched up her face the way she did when she was unhappy or thinking.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, it is supposed to be a much deeper blue than this. I think I’ll have to find something else to make a better dye or try the powder method. Oh well, live and learn.”
Dani began to clean up just as my alarm went off, informing me that I needed to get the children ready and fed. When I came out of my room after feeding the twins and grooming their fur, Dani had finished cleaning the counter and sitting on the couch browsing on her tablet. She looked up as I sat down.
“You get your cast off today right?”
Peering at the clock on her tablet, “Yes, my appointment is in quarter a claw at the out-patient recovery facility. It is only a short ride away. Would you?” I passed the twins to Dani before I stood. “I need to get ready.”
“Come here little babies, let's play hide and peek-a-boo.”
A quick shower later and I returned to find Dani loading the twins into the stroller; still talking to them in her higher pitch and smiling. Nothing out of the ordinary about that but what was out of the ordinary was that Vissa and Tas were also showing their teeth. Not quite a smile but not for lack of trying. I wasn’t sure what to say about that. I didn’t want Dani to stop smiling at Vissa and Tas but that behavior worried me.
“Okay, we’re ready.” Dani reached in and tickled my children. When they were done laughing they ceased to show their teeth much to my relief.
“Dani, when I get the cast off and return this scooter, is there anything you would like to do? I would rather not go back home and sit down once I can walk again.”
Dani’s eyes sparkled at my suggestion. “I would love to see some of your museums and I read about these places where people can make communal art. Could you show me one of those?”
“I would love to.” I’m glad I can do something nice for you, after all you have done for me. Memory transcription subject: Niit, Capitol Spaceport Logistics Coordinator Date [standardized human time]: November 9, 2136
I was fortunate. Only three claws after I was fired from the spaceport a new job presented itself. It was a temporary job but it would give me time to find something permanent and help my job history. Getting fired looked worse than the contract ending. They had advertised that they needed someone to come in and finish a new facility. I wondered what happened to the last coordinator. I sent in my application, trying to highlight that I had some experience in procuring building materials for the maintenance of the spaceport hangars.
I was given an interview time for the following paw. That didn’t give me much time to prepare and the place was a bit out of the way. I had to take the train out to the outer ring of the Capital and then walk [20 minutes] more but at least it was easy to find; I could hear the construction a [kilometer] away. A yotul was outside watching the construction crews, obviously impressed with the advanced construction equipment.
“Excuse me,” I tried not to be respectful and not shout, “could you direct me to the project manager's office?”
The yotul looked at me and then pointed to a series of temporary buildings in the distance.
“The furthest of the temporary dwellings on the right," he said, "it has a label on the door.”
“Thank you.” I waved my tail goodbye.
I walked over to the white construction shelter the yotul indicated and raised my paw to knock when the door slid open and a large, dark gray venlil appeared in the doorway. I froze in surprise as he looked me up and down with his left eye.
“Are you Niit?”
“Y-y…” I flicked my ear in affirmation.
The gray venlil stepped inside and motioned to a swivel chair opposite a desk near the door. I took the seat opposite him at the desk and he opened a file with my application on his datapad. The office was a mess of binders, tools, and open cases of energy snacks and drinks; I assumed for the crew. A large map of the block hung on the wall.
"You can call me Foreman Apec or just Foreman is fine too. I'm so glad you could come on such short notice, this project is rather urgent and our last coordinator was poached by one of those ghastly flesh factories they're building now."
The very mention of those atrocious places nearly caused me to lose my lunch. “I-I’m so sorry to hear that. Well, I can guarantee you that I will not be leaving to work in such a place.”
"That's wonderful to hear. Tell me more about your experience, how comfortable are you handling tight schedules?"
“Oh, very, when I worked at the Capital Spaceport I had to manage several tight repair schedules regularly.” I hope he didn’t call Director Cass. I doubt he would give me a positive reference.
"Wonderful to hear. Like I said, we're rather in a rush to get this all done as soon as we can. The good news is that human laborers can work for two, sometimes three claws a shift, so we should be able to manage."
He stated that so nonchalantly, waving his tail around like it wasn’t the most ludicrous thing.
“T-three claws? They can work that long? No,” he’s joking
, “You are pulling my ear. There’s no way anyone can work that long.”
Foreman Apec leaned forward and lowered his voice conspiratorially.
"I could scarcely believe it myself! Between you and me, I believe they're what you'd call persistence
predators, but they're all hush hush about such things, you know. Anyhow,” he sat back and resumed the interview questions. “You mentioned repairs–I assume for starships-- do you have any experience with buildings?" Persistence predators? I’ll have to look that up later, focus!
“Some, yes. I managed the construction of hangars 17 and 18 two [years] ago and the repairs to some of the buildings when debris fell after the successful defense against the arxur earlier this [year].”
"Fantastic! And, of course, while the position does not require you to interact with many humans, it'll likely come up due to the nature of the project. Are you comfortable with that?"
“I’ll manage.” It’s only temporary and I have my secret weapon now. Let's see them crawl inside me now. Ha!
"You should be fine. Older fellows like myself seem to struggle much more than youngsters like you, and I have my first meal with a human every paw now! I'm afraid the compensation on the ad is as high as we can go due to the budget, is that also alright?"
He flicked his tail apologetically.
“Yes, I’m grateful for the opportunity to gain experience in construction and try something other than starship repair.”
"Fantastic. When can you start?"
“I can start immediately, thank you!”
"Well, then you're hired! I'll send you an information package as soon as I can, and you can start at the next claw. As I said, we are quite strapped for time."
I rose, my tail wagged with joy, “I won’t let you down. I’m eager to see what this place will look like when it’s finished.”
"As am I. The whole thing has been mired in secrecy. You'll have to sign an agreement when you accept the contract, it'll be in your information package." A secrecy agreement? What are the humans building here?
“Oh… mysterious.” I tried to wave my tail playfully.
"Yes indeed! We'll be able to talk all about it once you sign on officially, but suffice it to say that the building plans are different from any I've ever seen."
The foreman walked around the desk and opened the door to escort me out. As I left, I turned one last time to reply.
“Well, I am eager to talk with you about it next claw.”
"Wonderful. Go, read through the package. Rest up. You'll need it." Memory transcription subject: Krin, Capitol Extermination Officer Date [standardized human time]: November 9, 2136 Driving to another abandoned home, looking for another poor warto spawn for trespassing. Probably gonna have drugs too; they all do.
Rigel was driving the truck and seemed rather quiet, well, more quiet than usual.
“This is wrong, Krin. Evicting someone from an abandoned house just feels wrong.” Rigel you are naive and too emotional. These people have already left the herd and need to shape up.
“I get where you're comin' from, Rigel, but it's our job. Can't let folks squat in places that ain't theirs.”
We were headed to the poorer part of the city. Clean streets but smaller houses; some no bigger than an apartment. The homes had an artificial feel to them, lacking any sort of wood or stone, just fillcrete walls and plastic doors. The road was getting bumpier with potholes in the rubber asphalt and frayed edges. The paint was nearly gone in some places and sunbleached in others.
“But it's rough out there, Krin. The economy's tanking, folks are losing their jobs, the banks aren’t making allowances…. Is throwing someone out really the answer? For herd’s sake
, “Look, Rigel, I feel for 'em, I do. But ya gotta think bigger. This squattin' stuff leads to more crime, drugs, theft, vandalism, urban decay. Ain't good for nobody. It’s a breeding ground for predator disease.”
“I get that, but it's hard not to sympathize. People are struggling. Maybe we could help them instead of evicting them?” You want to help them so much, go be a social worker and see how much help you can give these people.
Social services were drowning. Everyone knew that but with less revenue from fees and taxes, agencies had to make cuts. Everyone just had to make do.
“Help 'em how? We ain't social workers, Rigel. We got our hands full already and the owners are breathing down our necks when they should've taken care of this mess in the first place!”
“I know, Krin, but it just doesn't sit right with me. Can't help but think there's a better way to handle this.”
“We can't solve all the world's problems, Rigel. Our job is to keep the peace, not save everyone. It's tough, but that's reality.” The simple reality that ain’t so simple anymore, stupid humans.
“I just wish we could do more, you know? Feel like we're caught between a cliff and a shadestalker.”
“Trust me, Rigel, I feel it too. But we can't change the system overnight. Gotta focus on what we can control and do our jobs. Besides, no point thinkin’ about it anymore, we’re here.”
I stopped the car and got out. Officer Rigel checked the front door and it swung open. We entered the house, announcing ourselves as we went, but saw no one. The place was rather clean for a squat. If it wasn’t for the makeshift bed in one of the rooms and the inflatable birthday pool in the bathroom with a stack of towels, we wouldn’t have even known there was a squatter here.
“Looks like we came all this way for nothing.” The frustration in Officer Rigels voice mirrored my own.
The water in this pool was almost gone, the towels were dry and we didn’t find any paraphernalia. Whoever had been here, was long gone.
“Yeah, let's call it in and go back to the office.”
We climbed back into the truck and pulled out of the driveway. As I drove us back to the guild, we passed a disheveled man. Is that our squatter?
I slowed the car and looked in the mirror, from behind I could see he was wearing a dirty safety vest and carrying a trash stick. No, he’s not a squatter. Glad I’m not that guy though. Sanitation work is not for me.
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2023.06.07 23:37 BlazS13 F750GS 2018 5K km loud whine when throttle is fully open
Hi! Im a bit new to this biking business and i bought a lightly used F750 GS a few months back. I put about 2k km on it so far, but started noticing an unpleasant whine from the front of the bike when the throttle is fully open. The weird thing is that this doesnt happen when opening the throttle to eg. 90%, but only when fully opening the throttle. Its also more noticable at lower rpm (probably because the bike gets louder at higher rpm). The sound is high pitched and resembles some fuel pump whine videos i found, and seems to be in sync with the pistons and not just a constant whine. Kind of like fresh sneakers squeaking on the court floor? If anyone had similar problems i would greatly appreciate some advice on what to check and if this is something to worry about. Thanks!!
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2023.06.07 23:34 Future_Ad_3485 The Night Squad Files Case One: Murder Pays
Waking up next to Stanton, our clothes were all over the floor. Blushing at last night’s activity, I checked the time. A loud scream burst from my lips, the book club was in ten minutes. Crashing to the floor, Stanton stirred awake. Panicking at the time, the floor shook as he crashed to the floor. Searching for anything to wear, he was already tugging on a black band t-shirt and ripped jeans. Fixing his hair, my hand settled on a black and white striped swing dress. Slipping my feet into my boots, he brushed my wild hair into a simple side bun. Kissing me on the forehead, he dropped a random book into my palm.
“I will hang out with the husbands to analyze their behavior. Get those hens talking about their men.” He said simply, ignoring what we did last night. “Try and drink some coffee with them. Tell them that you have a stomach sensitivity.” Focusing on the book, scarlet colored my cheeks. It was one I had written and published fifty years ago, his brows furrowing.
“You’re telling me that I have to go and sit with a bunch of women while they misinterpret what I wrote.” I groaned bitterly, wishing that he would acknowledge last night. “Whatever. At least I know the plot.” Hooking his elbow into mine, we walked across the street. The husbands welcomed him with open arms, Susie yanking me in. Pulling me into the kitchen, she slid me a cup of coffee, my stomach churning. While most vampires enjoyed it, I despised it with a burning passion. Taking a sip, the pungent taste reminded me of a bunch of pennies.
“Tell me about sleeping with him. Was it fun? My husband is so boring.” She pleaded desperately, pressing her palms together. “I also asked for you to come because you look a lot like my favorite author.” Hitting the wall, a secret shelf with every single book I wrote covered every inch of the damn space. Think of an excuse, you idiot. Stanton looked up from his own conversation outside, my lips pressing into a thin line.
“My mother wrote them.” I lied seamlessly, Susie buying into it. “She was a lovely woman.” Lie, that was a lie. My mother was a poor Irish vampire who ditched me at the ripe age of three, her next question causing me to spit my coffee out.
“When is the sound of tiny feet entering your home?” She trilled sweetly, cupping my hands. “You are the first to know that I am pregnant now. I have been trying for years. Maybe you can get pregnant soon and we can have them be best friends.” Horror hid behind my polite smile, a long squeal escaping my lips. Like hell I would go along with her sick little plan. Something felt off, my vision blurred. A purple liquid swirled on top of the coffee, my body hitting the floor. A rough darkness devoured me as coffee pooled around my head.
A yellow light swung over my head, something else feeling off. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, a fever burning my cheeks. Susie towered over me, a spike spinning in her palm. Attempting to crawl away, her heel dug into my back. Unable to move, this felt like something else. The desire to take Stanton nearly controlled my mind, the claws extended from my fingernails. Spinning another needle of the liquid in her palm, she jammed it into my leg. Extreme nausea wracked my body, the beginning of a heat cycle disabling me. Parting my lips to speak, I needed his blood to survive or that was what it felt like. Only wheezes poured from my lips, she jammed another needle into my leg. Sending me into the next stage, every touch raised an incredible amount of goosebumps. Shivering in my spot, the last time I felt this was one hundred years ago when a handsome stranger caught my eye.
“I used to be a hunter.” She bragged gleefully, sitting down on top of me. “We have to finish before the book club arrives, you fucking idiot. I meant what I said about you getting pregnant around the same time. I know the serial killer lives among us. You have to trust me with that.” My eyebrow twitched with a mixture of bewilderment and irritation, a snarl curling on my lips. All of this was too much, my knee meeting her face. Crawling onto the living room floor, my legs felt like rubber. If she hit me with another needle of that liquid I would be pregnant within the next few days. At the current level in mine, three months remained before anything had to be done about that. Stumbling out, blood poured from her nose. Struggling to my feet, my shaking fingers opened her fridge to see what I needed. The process had already begun but I could delay it for a while. Pulling out a needle full of a milky liquid, she cried out as I jammed it into my thigh.
“I am not ready for that quite yet, Miss hunter!” I shouted vehemently, fuming darkly on the stool. “How can I know that you aren’t the serial killer?” Pausing in her spot, her slender hands jammed her nose back into place. Wiping the blood out from underneath her nose, she sat down across from me. Chuckling softly to herself, her fingers drummed on the stainless steel counter top.
“They killed my sister and her family a couple of weeks ago. I have nothing to gain from this.” She informed me briskly, holding her stomach. “I am the neighborhood watch and I can’t stand that someone is slicing their way through our little piece of paradise. Revenge is in my plan but now I have to be careful.” Seeing things through her point of view, the fact that she sped up my natural reproductive cycle ticked me off.
“I figured I might kick start things for your body. The sooner you get pregnant the happier Stanley will be. I always catch him watching the families walking by with a longing look. I am only doing it because he doesn’t suck up to me which makes him my favorite stranger.” She expressed with her real smile, pointing to me. “You are a purebred vampire. Such luck should be blessed in your eyes. You can give birth without dying. I met you once when my old man came to talk to you in your jail cell. I don’t know if you don’t remember him but his name is Father Rowell.” All of my breath escaped my lungs at the mention of his name, my mind flicking through the memories of every person who had visited me. Come to think of it, a redheaded woman did accompany a priest that one time. How did I not make the connection? Laying my head on the table, several women ran in. My eyebrow twitched, the perfectly dressed woman interrupted our conversation. A sea of blonde haired women shoved me aside, a couple of them shooting daggers from their eyes. Stepping back, Susie tugged me close to her. A bout of nausea wracked me, the combination of the potion she had injected with me mixed poorly with my sudden social anxiety. Dropping a tray into my palm, her gentle touch dragged me to the four ivory walls she called her living room. A brown leather set reminded me of my cell, the tray crashing to the floor. Glass shattered everywhere, my immediate response was to run. Apologizing profusely, I bolted out the door. Ignoring their looks, I ripped off my boots. Sprinting down the street, a masked individual slammed into me. Crashing to the ground, the pavement felt cool against my face. Still weak from earlier, I couldn’t just fight them off like normal. Quivering on the pavement, a disguised voice sent chills up my spine.
“Goodnight, my dear!” The robotic voice laughed evilly, a knife slamming into my body repeatedly.” Copper poisoned my taste buds, the person whistling. A rusting van pulled up, the license plate number 568 4325 stuck into my memory while my blood pooled underneath me. Tossing me into the van, Stanton barely made it onto the street. Locking the door behind me, I leaned against the wall. Pulling out my silenced phone, my vision blurred as I turned on my location. Hiding my phone behind a dusty box, a darkness swallowed me alive.
Jerking awake once more, this trend had to stop. Groaning in pain, a yellow light swung over my head, a rough rope cut into my wrists. Struggling only made the knot tighter, the killers having to be boat owners, hunters or some sort of boy scout. Glancing around, no weapons lay around. Talk about being professional. Muffled yelling stole my attention, a filthy redhead tugged on chains against the wall. Two small children hugged her side tightly, silent tears staining their cheeks. One, a pair of worn steel toe boots came into view. Two, the other shoe appeared. Three, his masked face poked around the corner. Four, Five, Six, one of the killers were at the bottom of the stairs. Seven, he towered over me at six foot seven. Lifting up his mask, relief crashed over me at the sight of an anxious Stanton. Seconds from cutting her rope, the boss stomped down the stairs. Pulling his mask down, the boss cleared his throat.
“Cut off her fingers until she talks about how she found us.” He demanded via a thick distorted voice. “Never mind, give me the knife.” Snatching it from Stanton, he could only watch with horror as the man held my finger straight. Three red dots blinked in the corner of my eyes, the operation making sense. This asshole was running a torture to murder show, a lump forming in my throat.
“Thank you for your payment of a million dollars. We shall gut her like a deer.” He mused darkly, tracing the knife along my flat stomach. “Then I will play with the guts to please you.” A scream burst from my lips the moment the blade glided across my stomach. Fighting the urge to vomit, my steaming guts poured out onto my lap. Playing with my intestines, the money began to pour in. Choking on the blood building up in my throat, a hack sent it all over his mask. The questions were sick, a clammy sweat drenching my skin.
“We have a vampire.” He announced with wicked laughter, my heart sinking in my chest. “This is going to be fun.” Stanton held his composure, the back of the metal chair bending underneath his grip. The heat potion kicked in, one accidental touch clouding up my mind for a moment. Bending down to my level, his next words sent chills up my spine.
“The boys are coming. We have to keep him occupied for about thirty minutes.” He growled through gritted teeth, the man asking him to run the computers. Touching my shoulder one last time, the chair squealed the moment he sank down into the chair. Shoving a slender flash drive into the USB hole, he was gathering the IP addresses. Shoving my guts back in, childlike wonder brightened the killer’s tone at my wound sealing shut. Susie’s sister held her hands over her kid’s eyes, the knife sliding in and out of me. The wet noise did little to help me, the potion making my stomach churn worse than normal. The money kept pouring in, the welcome sound of chaos woke me up from my sickly state. The agents from before piled down the stairs, Stanton ripping off his mask. Cutting the rope, his touch made me jump a couple of feet into the air. Popping to my feet, every footfall echoed in the concrete cell. Assisting Susie’s sister, her arms embraced me desperately. Every emotion soaked my shoulder, another touch from Stanton resulted in a tender blush on my cheeks. Shooting me a thumbs up, his lips brushed against the top of my head. Helping the woman to her feet, Stanton scooped up the children. Bright flashes blinded me, the news crew attempting to speak to us. Climbing into a tinted SUV, the children bounced into their mother’s arm. Fishing around a bag, he held out packages of cheddar crackers. The boys accepted them graciously, the car heading towards the hospital. The door ripped open, nurses ushering the family inside. Scanning me up and down, Stanton held me by my hips. Sniffing me real quick, fear flashed on his face. Not having time, Susie smashed into me. Desperate tears flooded from her cheeks, her quaking hands cupping my face. A deep crimson painted my cheeks, a newfound respect for me glowed in her eyes.
“Thank you so much for saving them. I don’t know how I could ever thank y-” She blubbered uncontrollably, my hand raising to stop her. Smiling brightly in her direction, this reaction made it all worth it. My lips parted to speak, a nurse dragging her off before I could explain myself. Stanton dragged me back to the car, a snarl twitching on his lips. Slamming me down into my seat, the partition hummed its way up.
“Your heat is supposed to be for another year! Why do you smell like you are three months away?” He demanded hotly, the crack of my hand meeting his cheeks stunning the both of us. How dare he ask after not talking about last night! Clenching my fists into a ball, I turned my back.
“You haven’t talked about last night. We had fun and you acted like nothing happened!” I blurted out venomously, happy to have it off of my chest. “You already forced me into a marriage, and now you want me to ignore what happened last night. Fuck you. I had fun but here you are. Was it that bad? Susie sped me up so we could be pregnant around the same fucking time. Did you know she used to be a hunter? She opened right up to me. In fact she knew me.” Spinning me around to face him, an apologetic smile dimmed his features. A piece of hair fell in front of his left eye, his hands rubbing my shoulder.
“I can’t tell you why that all scares me.” He mumbled under his breath, sliding me a large emerald box. “You need to get changed into your uniform to enter the facility.” Peeling off my destroyed dress, his eyes couldn’t leave the angry scars covering my body. Flipping the box open, I pulled out a lightly armored leather number. Tugging it over my head, the onyx leather covered my arms. Hiding my bloody hands underneath the bell sleeves, the deep v-neck showed off my ample breasts. Sitting back in the seat, the A-line skirt floated away from my body. Scooting closer to me, he offered me his neck. Sinking my fangs into his tender flesh, every gulp revived my health. Curling my arms around his neck, he drank away. This time a wave of euphoria crashed over me, a long sigh pouring from my lips. Unable to stop, fright rounded my eyes the moment his hand curled around my neck. A muffled protest stopped him, an oppressive silence hung between us. The car skidded to a halt, an impressive navy marble building towered over us. Helping me out, the numb look on his face scared the shit out of me. Marching in aggressively, the way he was acting reminded me of the first time I met Father Powell. Hugging him from behind, his muscles relaxed.
“We all lose control at times.” I assured him lovingly, the tone taking over my voice for the first time. “If I can gain control, you can do it.” Cupping my trembling hands, an agent was attempting to remember the plate number. Typing it in for them with my free hand, a grateful expression met my exhausted face. My legs gave out, Stanton placing me on his back. Ignoring the jeering whispers, the rumors spread within minutes. Bursting into the interrogation room, a shaggy haired man with angry dark eyes watched him set me down in the chair across from him. An unkempt beard danced with every growl in his throat, his scarred face informing me of a rough life.
“I am not the only one in this plot. Do you remember that serial killer club on the news a couple of years ago? I am the bottom tier.” He bragged gleefully, the sweet smell of poison wafting from his mouth. “We must all die with honor.” His heart beat one last time, Stanton calling for help. Help wouldn’t come soon enough, this was a magical poison. Dragging him out of the room, I climbed into the driver’s seat. A skill I had learned the moment cars had been invented, the modern car proving far easier to drive than those things. Stanton hopped into the passenger seat, my fingers typing in an address into the GPS. Driving for too long, the brakes squealed to a halt in front of a bustling night club. Taking off his tie, the poor thing floated to the back. Roughing up his suit, he protested as I messed up his hair. Letting my hair down, a familiar face had to be spoken to. Sauntering up the door, the bouncer let us both in. Loud music worsened my migraine, a scantily clad blond guided us up to the office. Opening the door, my fingers curled around the neck of my old friend. Pinning him to the wall, his scarlet curls bounced around. Ruby eyes glowered back at me, his garish velvet suit irritating me further.
“Who are you selling your poison to, you fucking idiot?” I interrogated him intensely, Stanton yelling at me to calm down. “I know what you sold to Susie. That I can let go but sell some sort of poison to a serial killer after school club! You are playing with fire.” Cocking his brows, he slammed his knee into my chest. Every rib shattered upon impact, all the breath leaving my body. Coughing on the floor, he picked me up by my hair.
“I refuse to let a runt like you run my life. I sell my magical drugs and that is that.” He snapped hotly, my bones fusing back together. “I don’t know or care what they do with them.” Wicked laughter rumbled in my throat, the heel of my bare feet slamming into his jaw. Raw energy built around my fist, his bones shattered upon the impact of my fist. Sliding down the wall, my bruising fingers picked him up by his collar.
“I don’t care that you make drugs. That isn’t my department but when they are used for suicide I have an issue. Who ordered it!” I screamed furiously, a glob of spit landing on my face. “Just answer the fucking question. I will break every bone in your body. You still owe me for you selling me out. I fucking let you keep the reward money.” Clicking his bones back into place, he struggled to his feet. Unlocking his cabinet, he pulled out an ancient ledger. Dropping it into my palms, he sulked to his desk.
“Take it. I have to start another one anyway. I will call you if somebody uber weird pops up.” He commented kindly, pulling out a new one. “Don’t charge me, ‘kay. I provide loads of hunger suppressants for the monsters in the area. I also help monsters get pregnant faster. The poison was only meant to be sold for someone who was going to die. You know that I can see reapers as well as you can. Watch your temper with that heat potion coursing through you. Your powers are going to be a little wacky for a bit.” Mouthing a silent thanks, a triumphant grin spread cheek to cheek. Walking through the club, another discussion had to be had once we got into the car. Climbing in, dread bubbled in my gut.
“Give up why you were in prison.” I demanded sternly, leaning on the steering wheel. “Don’t lie. I can sniff that shit out.” Tears welled up in his eyes, a lump forming in his throat. Storm clouds rumbled to life, heavy raindrops crashed to the top of the vehicle.
“You weren’t my first partner.” He uttered bitterly, chewing on his lips. “I had a romantic relationship with her and she turned out to be the serial killer. The bodies piled up behind me, and I didn’t even know. We were incredibly intimate. She lied with the biggest smile on her face. I enjoyed our evening together and that you only drank from the serial killers to survive. She was what the agency calls a binge eater. Devouring person after person and I was the one to put her down. The difference was that I didn’t love her like I love you.” Covering his mouth, a further explanation needed to be heard.
“What do you mean by love me?” I asked politely, attempting not to lose my cool while pulling into a Cally’s. “Don’t lie to me. I have been through enough hell today.” Refusing to look in my direction, my hands cupped his face. Gritting his teeth, his hands cupped mine.
“I observed you for months and fell in love with the way you helped the prison when you could. I loved it when you would spend weeks buried into an inhumanly huge pile of books.” He choked out awkwardly, fresh tears flowing from his eyes. “I sound like a creepy stalker but I needed to make you my mate from the instant you met me.” Nodding my head, my lips kissed his hungrily. Scarlet colored his cheeks, his hands falling to my flat stomach.
“I love you too.” I choked out just as awkwardly, hoping not to upset him further. “Watch this book, I will be right back.” Swiping his wallet, I ran into the department store. Ignoring the bright lights and horrid smells, I paused in the baby section. Closing my eyes, the sweet sound of my mother singing an Irish lullaby soothed my nerves. Snapping awake, a tiny girl had crashed into my legs. Instead of crying out in fear, she began to giggle.
“You are so pretty.” She sang adorably, her horrified mother scooping her up and running away. Getting a couple of packages of toy cars and a beautiful bouquet of white roses, hurt dimmed my eyes at the cashier watching me in pure terror. Paying for the items, silent tears stained my cheeks. Not saying a word, I punched in the address for the hospital. Cursing to myself, we were four hours away. Setting the stuff in the back, I chose to turn on the radio to drown out the chaos in my mind. Sobbing the whole way back, this world was no different. The only thing missing was the torches that had hunted my mother down. Getting there in record time, I ditched my partner to catch up to me later. Stopping at the desk, the nurse didn’t show the same fear as the people in the store. Tucking a loose piece of caramel hair behind her ears, her gray eyes twinkling with joy.
“Thank you for bringing them in.” She returned with a genuine smile, pointing to the last room down the hall. “Visiting hours are over. Surely, they want to see their hero. I will pretend I looked the other way.” Winking in my direction, she turned her back to me. Running to their room, an exhausted Susie lay on her sister’s bed. The children perked up at me, smashing into my legs. Crouching down at their level, I presented the packages of cars. Pecking my cheeks, they ran off to go play with them. Rising to my feet, I presented her with the flowers.
“How does your sister like her coffee?” I inquired with my genuine smile, the mother’s expression softening into a gracious smile. My lips parted to speak, the woman’s head shaking. Coughing a bit, blood covered her hand. Seconds from pushing the nurse button, her raspy voice stole my attention. Stanton hovered in the door, the mother’s heart monitor going nuts. Looking closer, a bony hand rested on her shoulder. Following the arm, a reaper held her shoulder. Death had come to her, the option not working for me.
“Is there anything I can give you in return?” I begged with my palms pressed together, knowing that those kiddos needed their mother. “How about this?” Snapping my fingers, my stolen reaper’s scythe rested in my palms. Snatching it from me, the cold hand curled around my neck. Gasping for air, his yellowed skull hovered inches from my face. Biting down on my arm, he gulped down enough to figure out who I was.
“I recognize your stupid face.” A chilly voice thundered evilly, the other finger playing with my hair. “You vampires are the bane of my existence. I can’t take your souls when there's none to take. I will spare her this one time but she will have to go next time regardless of what you have.” Dropping me to the floor, he was gone. Coughing up a storm, one of the kids hit the button. A look of horror dawned on his face, his tiny body smashing into my legs. Crouching down to his level, he shivered in my arms.
“Was that a reaper?” He stuttered brokenly, my head nodding. “Will they ever hurt me?” His tight red curls tickled my face, the other twin watching from a distance. Their emerald green eyes watched me as the nurse brushed past me.
“No, they won’t.” I promised them warmly, taking him to the waiting room. “Let’s go play while they take care of your mom, ‘kay.” Susie snapped awake, picking up her other nephew. Crashing into the nearest chairs, they played with their cars. Susie rested her head on my shoulder, snores echoing in my ear. Letting her sleep, I was thankful for my current life.
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2023.06.07 23:32 Epyia Why has Sony not yet acknowledged this massive PSN problem?
My thoughts: This is a paid service, and Sony is trying to keep things as quiet as possible because they know that there will be significant pressure on them to refund a month of their PS plus service if it comes to light that their servers are preventing paying users from accessing their games.
Seriously, this is a pretty massive fuck up for Sony. Judging by the fact that every other thread on various PlayStation subreddits is about this error, a huge portion of paying customers are being locked out from playing the games that they have purchased. Sony clearly knows about the issue because those who have contacted support have been fed a line about how this is a known issue that is being worked on. And yet, if you look at the official PlayStation social media sources, not a single word can be found acknowledging the issue. If you check the status of the servers, you will be told that everything is running normally. This despite the fact that the issue has been ongoing for at least two whole days. There’s no excuse for this shit. Why can’t they at least post an official announcement taking accountability for the service disruptions and providing their customers with reassurance that they are working to fix the issue? The only answer I can produce is that they are fearful of negative backlash and having to do something for their customer base to make up for the problem.
Those of us that remember the great PSN blackout of 2011 are getting disturbing flashbacks right now…
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