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2023.06.05 15:22 TooktoomanyZugZugs How am I doing? I don't know if I need a gut check, I just feel like I could be doing more

28 years old - General Contractor - $95k/year + some random bonuses here and there nothing crazy
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2023.06.05 15:21 Duvyboi Floaty mouse/Icy mouse feel/sluggish mouse/heavy mouse feel/input lag.

So basically, i have this problem for 2, almost 3 years now. What i discovered, is that no fix for this problem. The problem still remains unsolved, and does not have a fix solution. There was fixes, but not full fix, and i think we going nowhere with 15 minutes long solutions, after that the problem starts again. There are 2 types of people, who heard and suffers in this problem, 2nd who never heard it. But lets continue. Symptom: The mouse movement is weird, not accurate, when u flick, u cant flick it slides away or slides accurately, i wouldnt say more, its a faulty movement of the mouse, what i mean under that, nothing is normal: no fix dpi(meaning:in a normal computer you feel whats like a normal dpi, here if you put my pc, and for example your good" pc next to each other, you notify, the same dpi same sens doesnt feel the same, lower or higher feeling, depends on dpi, its random btw) so what you cant do from it? You were a literal aimgod? yes, and since then your flick doesnt even hit. yes. i met this version. what you cant do is: you cant spray, by the movement the bullet doesnt go where u want it even if u mastern the pattern, you cant flick precisely, nearly impossible, tracking is your worst, enemy, you can do nothing, u are literally lost and cant play the same as u were playing. same with the keyboard. you cant peek normally bc it delayed. this problem still remains on desktop and in game also, It not caused by internet. 3 main factors, Hardware, electricity, or software problem. Hardware is literally out. I have read and many others who suffers had around 6-7 pcs and laptops in their hand the problem remains, from new gen to old gen. Electricity. quite suspicious. Why? I've been to several towns, capitals, across the country. i tried 20 alternative solutions even foreign countries. MOVING does not work. who say work its placeboo. why? because they never replied or replied with a feedback, it returned. EMI and dirty elecricity. etc. i think it cant be, but maybe can bc ran out of options. OS aka software: can be. most of the windows users who uses for gaming still lowers the chance, because they use almost default settings at the most of the time. this is the problem. Then why is not everybody effected? different hardware? can be but cant. why? This PROBLEM. still remains UNSOLVED SINCE 2009. BY THOUSANDS OF people. Something isnt right. this cant be, also i cant accept the fact, that nobody solved this problem yet. moreover if it has connection between hardware. why is everybody with different good, the top category ,and even worse, hardware experiences this? Something microsoft put in the os, if thats it, but since 2009, i dont believe. something is happening with these and has connection between something. I dont understand it yet. electricity, what i tried: Moving to new houses. relatively better then buy filters. and moreover i tried also with filters. not worked.
Come on guys bump it up, lets get it fixed. anyone needs a contact with me just write bellow my post. have a good day, and as always, thanks for reading:)
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2023.06.05 15:20 Gbreeder Information About my Higher Self - Etc

Apologies for the spam.
My higher self was one of the first groups of waves of beings to form in one particular matrix. Actually probably the first.
After that, black horned arthropods, bipedal with claws and large teeth - red eyes, celestials with flesh, wings and humanoid forms popped up. Along with many others. Frankly, being a few seconds older than others isn't significant.
Anyways, when these firsts of races were born - Google+ of the firsts of all of these races shot out all over.
"Kings And Queens" seem to refer to these firsts. They're all made up of different sources (the waves have the same sources in similar amounts of energy - you'll have beings that look near identical). It requires at least two sources to make these children. One big orb can't make children because the energy will return to them and a soul won't form.
My higher selves form, has horns, wings, large teeth, a very large hulking form that's said to have the intensity of a soul.
We are mostly energy beings. We have no metals or flesh in us.
We tended to start compressing ourselves into humanoid forms. That's because our forms were killing other beings. Other beings had that effect too.
So, golden hooded fellows whose faces can't be made out. Or ones with armor and developed features.
Our first descendants, were born / formed as humanoids who wouldn't harm others with their energy.
My higher selves one more notable descendants would be known as the Allkuul usually.
Our energy tends to burn away all impurities and toxins. Approaching us and feeling a burning feeling when going for us in certain ways or attacking our attacks. That isn't peoples energies being eaten or absorbed.
That, is simply people being burned up.
We are basically giant self sufficient batteries with no need to eat. Unless we incarnate. As flesh things.
My one cousin race from the same wave as me is mentioned in a form of literature as "The King In Yellow" or Hastur.
Back during some wars when Eldritch guys began forming after a large source came from another matrix along with others, they banged off all the sources in ours and a bunch of offspring poured off from that - bunch of waves.
This, started the Eldritch wars. A lot of them were psychotic and under the control of their source or whatever else. The white celestial source did similar stuff - regardless. A bunch of them went around trying to kill anything that wasn't them or taking people's territories.
Others, partnered up with us in large numbers.
Some of them were golden energy tentacle masses.
After the wars finished, the celestials and some other made decrees that everyone needed to kill / eliminate any of the beings formed during those wars or they'd be attacked themselves as well by them.
I didn't personally know Hastur. But, I guess he got very, very heated that we'd be doing that to our friends and to beings we adopted into our families and whatever and befriended - just to toss them out as garbage or monsters after they helped us take care of their emotionless relatives.
So. He ran off with one that happened to be his best friend. A large mass of golden / yellow tentacles.
They took others with them too and went somewhere they wouldn't be disturbed.
Anyways, that's why Hastur is shown as a yellow energy being with tentacles around himself. They're two beings that have a combo fighting style.
At some point, Hastur came to Earth and noticed the populations spiritual brains were removed, they thought they were other people.
And they were all raised with lies, planted into flesh prisons.
His main enemy would've been someone that I pieced together as "Sheogorath / Legolas". Someone else told me that's literally the Joker as well. How am I supposed to know all these names. Though, the ability to use a large wabbajack looking thing to shoot madness inducing stuff at people. OK. Maybe I should've clicked with that one.
Anyways. The planes inside of their body had 5 queens of beings known as Jabberwocky or Mi-Go and a lot of brainless / maddened or enslaved fellows.
There were probably a lot more when he incarnated, and set out to attack those guys.
Anyways, those guys I guess collect people's spiritual intermediate 3D / higher self brains.
Then they capture them and make people think whatever and drive them nuts. Literally.
And they funnel commands to them this way and whatnot.
Hastur, was unaware that this was a celestial colony and that the guy was given the resources and permission to do this.
So, he was ganked. Sure he brought a ton of forces and did some damage. But yeah.
Eventually, his origin and who he was / what he tried doing was twisted. Much the same as fellows like Jesus, who tried telling people that they're God's, that the God of the Bible was engineered by angels and that they were controlling the being in the black box using people's prayers. And that reincarnation wasn't a thing - he spiritually flew around and talked to people after his death.
The Orrenkaan, is what my higher self and others used to call the Mi-Go / Jabberwocky.
Anyways, we placed people's brains back into their higher selves, and they should break down fully after understanding that the spiritual bodies themselves are gone. They're not souled or whatever.
This means no more commands or things as well.
I probed one person by asking them questions. Few people actually. One person was attacking me and messaged me that someone was touching or messing with their "Onyx" - I was simply squishing their brain a bit. I asked them what their "Onyx" is, and they said it's a living gemstone that warns them and tells them things.
That was their spiritual brain. I was raiding "Jokers" living area and whatever 4D wise.
He'd sealed people in objects / personal weapons or soldiers that he was working on.
The person sealed in a dragon orb / thing object. After I finished clearing everything out, I found some logs. Those in that orb, broke or went too nuts while they were making soldiers.
Basically, it was labeled failed experiments.
The logs showed some fellows who were ever housed in any of the objects - lists and whatever.
In the failed experiments one, "Etika", Kanye West, recently Andrew Tate and a bunch of others were in there at some points of time.
Normally magic objects are considered illegal to make. The guy though, was under celestial supervision so nobody ever really tried raiding him because he has clearances.
Other objects had other people's brains, souls or whatever else.
He needed to know who people were in 3D to control them to higher extents. So, yeah celebrities were very common there.
This was a place seperate from his main place.
Anyways, there's no such thing as seeing your future self astrally. The next person to see my energy body and call me "Sekhmet" may be slugged. I am not a female nor a cat. I am incarnated, Sekhmet is incarnated and she's a female. We are different beings and different races. Do not call me Sekhmet, I actually dislike Sekhmet. Stop.
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2023.06.05 15:20 Serious_Donut5387 I have so many questions about mtf hrt please help

So I started feminizing hrt (2mg estradiol once a day and 50mg Spiro 2x a day) last Monday and I just have so many questions.
Details about me that might me l be helpful 1 I have minor gynecomastia 2 My family has very big boobs 3 Also please don't tell me it's ymmv I know I'm asking about what you experienced and generalizations 4 I live in a place where it was easy to get hrt and we have informed consent laws here 5 I am agender and I was unsure about hrt until I tried it but the moment I took my e (under the tongue) I knew it was for me
Ok now on to the questions
1 is possible or a good idea to up my doseage to 4mg e this early. I have really liked how it has made me feel so far and on the one day that I accidentally took 4mg I felt much better. How hard would it be to convince my gender therapist?
  1. Is it possible my boobs are already starting to grow? I occasionally throughout today and yesterday feel a knot or a heart kinda like a cram mixed with being sore but not nearly as extreme and it was located where my existing breast tissue is from my gynecomastia
3 what was your personal experience with feminizing hrt if you took it and what did you notice that isn't talked about
4 what does it feel like when your boobs first start to grow like I know ppl say that they get sore but what other sensations are there
5 any information that isn't talked about very often would be SUPER DUPER HELP and the more details the better
My experience so far Immediately I was able to think clearer and the next day my skin was less oily and the today and yesterday I had a weird feeling in my chest kinda like get out a knot or bring sore it is located where my existing breast tissue is(I have it from gynecomastia)
Sry that it is do long but I believe in you my fellow Peep's and I wish you the best
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2023.06.05 15:20 General-Rhubarb-5160 Girlfriend(24f) repeatedly says she thinks I (24m) don't love her but refuses to go into detail as to why

My partner and I have been together nearly 3 years. Lately she's been coming to me saying "I love you" then as soon as I say it back she'll respond with "Do you though" I answer yes and she just says she doesn't think I do. I ask why she think that she she'll just shrug and say she doesn't know.
It's started happening more frequently now so she'll ask me if I love her and when I answer yes she'll just repeat she doesn't think I do. I've tried getting her to talk about if she actually feels lie that or if she's just joking but she won't talk about it. I do a lot for my gf so it's started getting me down to hear it. I tried telling her how it makes me feel but she still did it. I told her she should stop saying it because I'm not going to be guilt tripped. I said I'm happy to sit and actually have a conversation about why she's feeling like that but I'm not going to be repeatedly told that she doesn't think I love her without her expanding on it at all.
She said I was being unreasonable for snapping at her when she hasn't done anything wrong. I told her she's regularly making me feel like a shitty boyfriend and refusing to actually say why she thinks that so unless she'll actually talk about it then she needs to stop saying it. She said I was being too harsh on her but I just said she's had no consideration at all for how her words are making me feel. Does anyone have any advice?
tl;dr my gf has started regularly saying she doesn't think I love her but when I ask her why she feels like that she won't answer. I've tried telling her how this is making me feel but she just said I was being unreasonable. Does anyone have any advice?
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2023.06.05 15:19 Luvkingdom Hard Darknell help!

Hey guys, are there any good tips for hard darknell?? I'm a wind archer and I watched a few videos on youtube and read a few guides, but still have not been able to kill him. The lowest I got him was 10% health and I died out.
I'm able to solo hard v.hilla and chaos gloom, so I definitely have damage, but survival is my issue.
The general tips I saw was:
  1. Elites attack when darknell attacks so get ready to move when he shows attack motion
  2. Archer elite who makes you unable to jump has a sound, so turn the sound on (I usually don't have any sound on, but next attempt I will try this)
  3. Try to get rid of at least one of the huge meteors that fall on the map (3~4), so you have more space to dodge and stuff
  4. Try to stay near the boss, so you can see when he attacks and the further you get, he uses that slash attack.
I think the problem I'm currently facing is:
I fail to stay near the boss at times (Which is where most of my deaths comes from), because I get overwhelmed by everything that's on the screen. For example, if I see several invincible goons on the ground, purple chains on the ground/air, magician elite ball, meteors, and 3 elites past 50% health, I kind of lose focus on what I'm supposed to be doing and basically try to move away from the boss and he uses the slash attack before I'm at the other end of the map now. I do try to save upjump + blink for slash attack, but if I don't react fast enough or I get hit by something beforehand, I just die. For pro darknell bossers, how do you guys make sure to stay near him when there are million of different things happening on the screen? The worst part for me is when I upjump to get rid of one of the meteors and I get hit by the other mini meteor and I get cced or something and I get hit by elites and die.
I appreciate any advice!
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2023.06.05 15:18 ChrisDWrites STARLIGHT (The Z Team Book 2) Chapter 48: Arrival

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The space station Ascension passed through the terminator to bathe in the sun-kissed face of Preemona. It was one of the newer Commonwealth-sponsored designs; a fat cylinder that tapered to a cluster of comms towers. Spire arms lined with airlocks and shiplocks sprouted out of the hull like branches reaching for sunlight.
Beneath it, the thick puffy clouds of a monstrous spring storm swirled on the planetscape. It had gathered its power over the Great Northern Ocean before unleashing its fury a few hundred kilometers from the Royal estate. Projections had it traveling northward, sparring the Provenance grounds from the worst of the wind and rain. Even with the benefit of forewarning and technology, hundreds would perish and billions of damage would be left in its destructive wake.
But the storm wasn’t the focus of Imperatrix Rragustus’s gaze. He sat on his throne in his observation chamber, observing the twinkle of approaching lights out of the expansive viewport. The unassuming luminance of his greatest enemy.
Councilor Traveska and his diplomatic fleet had arrived, carrying with him the wretched collection of opportunists, dissidents, traitors, and Sisters Celescia, the troublesome troupe nestled in a cocoon of blasphemy, seducing malleable minds with their salacious propaganda.
He viewed the ships in the station’s scopes. Colorful icons highlighted each of the approaching vessels. Knife-like Fleet warships lurked on the periphery in defensive positions, with the carrier positioned near the center. Though its hull bristled with weaponry, its innards carried a far more destructive assortment of arms. Days prior, one of its drones had destroyed a freighter who refused to veer off an intercept course with the diplomatic fleet. None of the ministries had ordered the aggressive act, and the Kosmogenic liaison had denied involvement, leaving the likely culprits as religious zealots or third-party saboteurs.
But the incident served as a further distraction to the Commonwealth’s mission, something Rragustus was fine with. It also made him envious and longing for the day when the Pree would build a comparable vessel of their own. The Provenance, after all, would have to ensure that pirates or raiders wouldn’t dare cause trouble in Tyrcellus again when the Commonwealth was booted from the system.
Directly in the center of the formation were the diplomatic ships. His eyes were drawn to the Eternal Spirits, his stomach sick at the thought of the Acculturation rot who hijacked the beautiful vessel. The graceful hull lines reminded him of the songbirds that swooped among the trees of the Royal grounds.
Rragustus had the pleasure of traveling aboard the cruise liner once. Having Acculturation steal it was an embarrassing failure on the part of the Provenance. Enough where capital punishment was levied against the security supervisor who botched the operation. Ghehandris had already made plans for the traitorous crew, with the rogue Captain Leross at the top of the list. When the ship was back in the hands of the Provenance, Rragustus would travel to Tyrcellus with the ministers and the loyal regents. A goodwill tour to promote civility and reunification to smother the divisiveness of the charter controversy.
He had yet to lay eyes upon the Commonwealth’s diplomatic flagship, though he’d seen plenty of media coverage as Councilor Traveska paraded it around the galaxy. Unlike the sculpted grace of the Eternal Spirits, the Good Omen had a beauty derived from its utility and function rather than aesthetics. Rragustus could appreciate the ship’s purity and capability despite loathing what it stood for.
The ship’s diplomatic tours had kept the Commonwealth together, bombarding members with all manners of incentives and promises for buying into the grand bureaucracy. It worked, until the still-unresolved destruction of Auturia had the Commonwealth teetering on the brink of dissolution.
“I wonder what will come of it once the Commonwealth unravels,” Rragustus pondered.
“What does your instinct tell you, Imperatrix?” Ghehandris said. He stood beside Rragustus, scrolling through a datapad, monitoring the storm and other matters.
“My guess is one of the member states will hijack it and claim it as rightfully theirs. Knowing the exorbitant cost, they will likely end up selling it for parts.”
“That is a valid theory, Imperatrix.”
“And what is yours?”
“I believe the ship will be converted to a habitat. Trade and docking fees should make it economically viable.”
“That…sounds promising.” Rragustus opened the ship’s specs from its public hub. “We should discuss this with our Kosmogenic friend. That would be an avenue to continue our mutually beneficial relationship.”
“An excellent idea, Imperatrix.”
Rragustus stood from his throne and went to the window. His gaze swept over the endless stars as he thought of the channel network. Used all advanced races, yet their true nature remained a mystery. Many claimed a long-lost elder race created them before they either perished or ascended to another dimension. Rragustus knew the truth; the channels were a gift from the Spirits, and such a blessing wasn’t meant to be left to the oppressive oversight of the Commonwealth.
He still harbored a small fear that the charter vote would pass. Acculturation had proven to be more formidable than expected. Regent Anncellis and her ruthlessly loyal coalition bribed, coerced, and even threatened other regents into joining with them, rendering the voting margin now too close for comfort.
Though the Provenance held an advantage on Preemona, outside its boundaries it was on the defensive. Every non-native entity operating in Tyrcellus wanted the vote to pass so they could keep the status quo. And the Commonwealth still claimed presumptuous neutrality in the whole affair. Councilor Traveska even addressed the matter publically: the Commonwealth was simply there to run the vote and honor the results whatever they may be. Behind the scenes was another story, as Commonwealth agents pushed every boundary to support Acculturation.
The success of the singers was an unpleasant surprise that grew in magnitude over many cycles. Strategically they shouldn’t be such a threat. They were entertainers. But their captivating presence was a force multiplier, a more potent weapon than even the carrier bearing down upon Preemona under the guise of peace and protection.
No matter what the Provenance did, the singers couldn’t be stopped. Disinformation and smear campaigns only seemed to empower them. There was no denying the troupe had become a cultural powerhouse and surpassed their predecessor, Lady Starlight, whose voice had lost its influence with her pullback from the public eye.
Yes, Acculturation was strong, but the Provenance had the odds in their favor.
The loose ends around Project Fidelity had been all but taken care of. The Kosmogenic liaison reported that the stolen equipment aboard the Eternal Spirits had been destroyed. Without it, the Commonwealth had little chance of unraveling the secrets of Project Fidelity.
The joint operative team now worked to implement the project’s final phase. They would clean up the remaining loose end in the chaotic aftermath of the failed vote. And when Sisters Celescia was taken into custody and the stolen compound retrieved, they would have one chance at changing their allegiance. If they chose Acculturation, then they seal their fates.
Rrghatutus smiled. Even with the star power of Councilor Traveska, Regent Anncellis, and Sisters Celescia, the Commonwealth and Acculturation would fail.
Still, there would be challenges following the charter’s defeat. Removed of a unifying cause, his political enemies would set their sights on him. Tryssnym in particular would be a major thorn in Rragustus’s side. He’d been continually hostile since his kin had gone missing from Sanctum station. Rrghatutus directed Ghehandris to have the Ministry of Security look into the matter, knowing full well the answer: Tryssnym’s kin was a project asset that went rogue. The operative team addressed the problem. Permanently. The investigation would go nowhere.
The Imperatriz suspected Tryssnym knew this but didn’t have evidence to prove it. Not even his politically savvy mind could contain his emotions roiling beneath.
“Imperatrix,” Ghehandris said, “I’ve received confirmation that the shuttle carrying your distinguished guest has just launched. The storm changed course and gave them an opening.”
“Excellent,” Rrghatutus said, still gazing upon the fleet.
Ghehandris came to Rrghatutus’s side. “Let the image burn into your memory, Imperatrix. This is a historic day. One that will be etched on stone on the palace walls. The Commonwealth comes upon us in the pride of their existence, escorted by pawns of their subjugation. They are so blind in their arrogance that they cannot see the trap they are about to step in.”
“I thank the Spirits for that daily. Otherwise, our victory wouldn’t be possible.” Rragustus stood there with his advisor. He watched the approaching fleet, observed the few orbital cargo operations in sight, then gazed upon the stars.
“It is time to prepare for the ceremony, Imperatrix,” Ghehandris said.
Imperatrix Rragustus took one last look at the stars, then faced his chief advisor, flooded with the thrill of imminent victory. “We will need to discuss which wall to etch once this is over.”
Ghehandris smiled. “I’ve already scheduled a meeting.”
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2023.06.05 15:18 Impossible_Balance22 Sell rental property to pay down primary residence mortgage

Hey PFC! I have owned a 1bd condo since 2010 in Toronto. It was my primary residence up until last year. The property has doubled in value since I bought it and has $150K of mortgage remaining. My current residence has $400K of mortgage remaining. With the current interest rates it doesn’t make sense to hold the rental because most of my monthly payment is going towards servicing interest (I am on a variable rate mortgage for the residence). I can sell the rental and pay off nearly all of the outstanding balance on my primary residence and have some cash to spare for future investments, with plans to keep it in market and sector ETFs in the interim. The rental generates around $700 of taxable income at current market rents and the primary residence monthly is close to $3K. I think any potential appreciation I have in future dollars is offset by the current payments I am making at high interest on the primary residence. Also for cap gains, the rental used to be my primary residence until a year ago so I believe there is some relief for me in that context as well. Appreciate your input on whether this is the right move for me.
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2023.06.05 15:17 ABCNewsAt11 [Bulova Accutron] Servicing Options?

Hey Everyone,
I have a 1967 Bulova Accutron that I’m wanting to get serviced. It runs incredibly well and has no functionality issues, but to my knowledge, it’s never been serviced. Unfortunately, no local places near me have the means to properly service it so I’m trying to determine what other options I may have. Does anybody have any suggestions for simple maintenance and servicing of vintage Bulova Accutrons? I absolutely love the watch and hope to keep it for a long time, so I want to make sure I take care of it. Any information or suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
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2023.06.05 15:17 stonescoldtakes NFL Update: 05/29/2023 - 06/04/2023 - OTAs Week 2!!!

— Individual Team News + Stone’s Cold Takes
— Miscellaneous/Other NFL News
— Restaurant of the Week - Pittsburgh
Arizona Cardinals:
This team cannot unload folks fast enough it seems. They are now looking to potentially move on from LB Isaiah Simmons who in many folks eyes has not lived up to the hype from the draft. WE shall see if they can get anything for him if they do decide to move on. The storyline I am most interested in watching this year here is first how long Kyler Murray will be out and second how rookie QB Clayton Tune is developing. It seems like they took him so they could try out a young QB in the interim while Murray is working his way back. Apparently thus far he has been doing well in OTAs.
Atlanta Falcons:
Not too much news from the Falcons but many will be excited to hear about Kyle Pitts expected to be back for the season opener. Hopefully this is the year he can really break out but a lot will depend on the QB Desmond Ridder actually being able to throw him the ball unlike the past quarterbacks he has had who have not made things easy.
Baltimore Ravens:
Good news here because receiver seems to be a position where the Ravens have struggled to get good production. With new OC Todd Monken that should start to change and with an added emphasis on the passing game it inevitably should change as more throws are made.
Buffalo Bills:
Great move here signing Ed Oliver to his extension. He is a key piece of that d-line and helps hold them together. I personally don’t believe they or really any of the other teams that have said they are out on DeAndre Hopkins actually are. To me it appears more to be a message saying they are not going to be paying him the money that WR Odell Beckham got earlier this offseason. Only time will tell. Great news for the team that EDGE Von Miller should be back by the season opener. Personally though I would take my time with him and would be overly cautious to make sure he is fully healthy. Hopefully that is by week 1!
Carolina Panthers:
The hype appears to be real for the Bryce Young but it is what every team says about their rookie quarterback who is a top pick so hard to decipher how folks are actually feeling. I am excited about how Frank Reich will use WR Laviska Shenault because I have always been impressed with his athletic ability and expected him to break out more. It seems this could have been the type of role he has been waiting for.
Chicago Bears:
A lot of news around the future stadium of the Bears. It appeared a couple weeks ago that everything was moving along as planned and no issues had come up. This week there was nothing but concerns and problems. I wonder if these are all real storylines or if it is something they are using to try and negotiate more with the government to get help with the stadium. In more football news is appears that WR DJ Moore and QB Justin Fields are enjoying working together and developing a good connection. This is important to give Fields someone he can trust like he did his receivers at Ohio State.
Cincinnati Bengals:
Not too much football news here but they appear to be ready to take on the Chiefs again this year and make a deep playoff run. Also, it appears at this point that the team will keep RB Joe Mixon based on comments from the team and HC Zac Taylor. This offense per usual will be an exciting one to watch.
Cleveland Browns:
Good news and good vibes are finally coming out of Cleveland. Feels like it has been while. QB Deshaun Watson appears to be benefitting from having a full offseason and getting work in with his new receivers. He has been pushing hard for Hopkins and the Browns would make sense as a good landing spot for him given the prior relationship Watson and Hopkins had during their time in Houston. I have been pleasantly surprised by how well things appear to be going so far this offseason.
Dallas Cowboys:
Similar to the Bills I don’t think the Cowboys are actually out on Hopkins but probably sending a message that he needs to bring down his asking price. I wonder sometimes if they are still saving room for RB Ezekiel Elliott to come back here and play especially with them gaining the $10.9m in cap space after the deadline. Also, hopefully the team can get something done with CB Trevon Diggs sooner rather than later because he has been an impactful piece on defense despite the big plays he occasionally gives up because he can change a game with one of his interceptions.
Denver Broncos:
Not too much news here but they did find their replacement for K Brandon McManus in Elliott Fry. I would say less news from this team this offseason is better because ever since QB Russell Wilson struggled it seemed like the media was out to get him and the team any chance they had. HC Sean Payton must be running a pretty tight ship.
Detroit Lions:
All good news this week which should be good for morale. Seems they have strung together a couple good weeks during their OTAs. Great to see that RB Jahymr Gibbs is getting some reps in and showcasing his abilities that made the team feel the need to spend a high draft pick on him. Great to see as well that Penei Sewell at the young age of 22 taking on a leadership role and getting good work in as well. With that said OC Ben Johnson could be prepping and is expecting for the offense to have a big year.
Green Bay Packers:
It appears that it may be a bit tough in the post Aaron Rodgers era as expected. However, it does sound like there is less front office drama now that they are not having to work with him in the offseason. Time will tell whether the drama was more caused by a lack of good communication as Rodgers claimed recently or by the former Packers QB himself.
Houston Texans:
Good news about CJ Stroud but again as I mentioned with Bryce Young it is hard to find a team that drafted a top QB in the draft not raving about their quarterbacks progress at this point. The joint practices they have setup will be great for QB CJ Stroud. The Dolphins and Saints should each have tough defenses this year and will give Stroud a bit better of an idea of what to expect from an NFL defense in a real game.
Indianapolis Colts:
Looks like the Colts are trying to get receiver help but haven’t decided on any yet. This is the team that should go out and get Hopkins. They need a true #1 receiver and Josh Downs while I think he will be really good would benefit from having a big bodied possession type receiver in Hopkins. Also, it would give QB Anthony Richardson more of a safety net in terms of a WR that can help him progress and see things that he may not have picked up on otherwise.
Jacksonville Jaguars:
I am really excited for the Jaguars this season. They are kind of the forgotten team in the NFL most years but appear to be poised to make a deep playoff run this year. WR Calvin Ridley is going to be a huge difference maker this year and should benefit from QB Trevor Lawrence continuing to progress going into his 3rd NFL season.
Kansas City Chiefs:
Sad news to hear about Norma Hunt’s passing as the whole league mourned and sent their condolences. They are also supposedly out on Hopkins which I believe means they are really saying we need you to come down on price. The Chiefs though per usual have revealed though their secret weapon in WR Justyn Ross who many had forgotten about due to him sitting out with an injury his rookie year. It looks like Ross may be back to prior form when he was making plays at Clemson with Trevor Lawrence.
Las Vegas Raiders:
Even though the media and some fans were starting to worry about Jimmy G’s foot surgery it does not appear McDaniels has any worries about him missing time because of it. Will be interesting to see what the team ends up doing with Renfrow with all signs from earlier in the offseason pointing towards a release or trade.
Los Angeles Chargers:
Not much news here but it was great news to get confirmation from OT Rashawn Slater regarding his health and to hear WR Keenan Allen’s thoughts on rookie WR Quentin Johnson. This team should give us what they think they will every year and go far in the playoff this year.
Los Angeles Rams:
Not much news here but signed WR Tyler Johnson who can help them make some big splashy plays on offense. DC Raheem Morris helped saved a drowning child and credited his AED training. Always cool to hear these stories about NFL coaches and players leaping into action to help and save other in the community.
Miami Dolphins:
This team appears to be click on all levels so far this offseason and there appears to be a lot more good coming with the team working to get a Wilkins extension done before the season and may even still end up with RB Dalvin Cook here soon. Tua being completely healthy at this point doesn’t feel like much of a surprise but it does appear that he is trying to take on more of a leadership role after finding his confidence last year. My main worry though with Tua is that last year he still was very much a rhythm quarterback in my mind so when he got knocked off that rhythm he had some really bad games. However, when he was able to keep in rhythm he at times looked like the best passer in the league. It will be key this offseason now that he knows the offense to be able to play off rhythm when necessary and make those plays that the top quarterbacks in the league make if he wanting to take the next step.
Minnesota Vikings:
It appears that the Vikings are in a holding pattern and I imagine are hoping to get a trade package they approve of for RB Dalvin Cook. Sooner or later though it appears that Dalvin Cook will not be with the Vikings this year. Big win though for the fans and locals in Minnesota with the team paying off their stadium early and saving taxpayers a bunch of money. Might get some more buy in from good press like that.
New England Patriots:
Not much news here but it appears things are moving along really well in comparison with last year at this time. QB Mac Jones seems happy and is working hard. It will be tough for this Patriots team with how stacked the division is but maybe a big move to get Hopkins and some improvement from the offense and Mac Jones and who knows they may be right up there with everyone else in the division.
New Orleans Saints:
Another team where things just seem to be clicking so far is here in New Orleans. QB Derek Carr seems to be doing a good job taking on a leadership role and working with teammates such as TE Juwan Johnson. Things will be going even better if WR Michael Thomas can actually return for camp and find a way to play near a level that he used to. Right now in a wide open NFC South it appears that this team will be the favorites to win it going into the season.
New York Giants:
Not much here which may be a good thing for a New York team to get a break from all the media. This season will be an interesting one with how the team went all in on QB Daniel Jones. It kind of feels like besides the Eagles the rest of the division is up for grabs with no true strong contender emerging yet.
New York Jets:
Good news on the Quinnen Williams front and in keeping Aaron Rodgers happy. Williams and the team are not far off in contract talks which hopefully means something will get done here very soon. Rodgers has been raving about the Jets communication skills which was his main gripe with the Packers. Now lets just make it clear that he does not need to be pulling the sled.
Philadelphia Eagles:
Man what a difference one decision can make. Jalen Hurts I imagine would have been in Seattle had the trade happened for Russell Wilson. I bet Eagles fans are happy this didn’t pan out but it does not mean they need to cut Wilson any slack for not wanting to play in Philly if these teams meet in future seasons or end up playing each other in the Super Bowl. Eagles appear setup to be the main threat in the NFC.
Pittsburgh Steelers:
Not much out of Pittsburgh per usual but the good news is that Broderick Jones is progressing nicely and is already getting 1st-team reps at Left Tackle. I am sure QB Kenny Pickett is pleased with that.
San Francisco 49ers:
Things are moving along just fine for the 49ers. Exciting to hear that S Ji’Ayir Brown is making good progress and apparently had 4 or 5 interceptions during OTAs. I imagine the team is also very pleased with the progress QB Brock Purdy is making in his recovery from elbow surgery. He appears to be on pace with the original timeline. If this team can figure it out at the QB position they just might be the most complete all around team up there with the Eagles.
Seattle Seahawks:
Gotta love HC Pete Carroll. It seems like so far it has been pretty unanimous that all those that are playing or coaching football do not love the new kickoff rules. I am sure folks will find ways to take advantage of it though. Once again this week WR Jaxon Smith Njigba was impressive and should be establishing himself within that offense. Seahawks could very well be a sleeper team in the NFC that was good last year but that folks are paying a ton of attention to this year.
Tampa Bay Buccaneers:
This team has all the big name weapons at receiver one could ask for as long as they stay healthy. It was great to hear that Chris Godwin is getting his explosiveness back. Now not surprisingly it comes down to the QB battle and a big part of that is gaining respect from those veteran players and coaches in the building. I still feel like this battle is QB Baker Mayfield’s to lose at this point.
Tennessee Titans:
Sad news this past week here as well with the passing of Bob Hyde. Also, finally some negative news about one of the Quarterbacks from this year’s draft. Will Levis has been struggling. However, this should not be viewed as a bad sign because every rookie is going to struggle and Levis with his situation has the benefit of time.
Washington Commanders:
Seems we are inching closer and closer to the Josh Harris Group’s bid being fully accepted by the owners after some minor adjustments. From the actual team and players it sounds like things are going really well and maybe better than a lot of folks expected. CB Emmanuel Forbes has been doing well in the slot and QB Sam Howell is looking the part and taking charge. The Commanders will be a fun team to watch this year and see how they end up when it is all said and done.
Miscellaneous/Other NFL News:

Restaurant of the Week: (Pittsburgh - Burgatory)
Get excited Pittsburgh fans and all folks going to a game here! Burgatory is only a half mile from the stadium and has some of the best food so far from the restaurants that have been featured. One of my personal favorites is the Piggy Butter & Jelly. Yes, that is a burger with peanut butter and jelly on it. Don’t question it just try it. However, if for some reason you do not my other recommendation would be The Triple B which is a Bison, Beer Cheese, and Bacon burger. Hence the name Triple B. You can’t really go wrong with anything on the menu and the important thing though is that you don’t forget to grab a shake as well. My personal favorite is the Oreo Peanut Butter Pie shake. They are open every day starting at 11am and closer at 9pm everyday except for Friday and Saturday when they close at 11pm. Hop on over and enjoy this delicious food when in town for a game!
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2023.06.05 15:17 Comfortable_Sail_113 Bravecto not working on my dogs

I have 2 pit bulls, male is 5yrs & female is 3yrs. I gave them their Bravecto chew around one month ago at their annual wellness exam. They do not have fleas, but we do live in the “country” and near a bunch of woods so we are always watching out for ticks. I’ve been giving them Bravecto ever since I’ve had them and never had an issue (maybe found 1 during the summer). However, last night, I found at least 15 ticks on both of them. Only a couple were attached, but they were covered in tiny baby ticks.
I’m really upset as this not only causes a health hazard to me and my pets, but bravecto also isn’t cheap. Does anyone have a better recommendation? Should I ask for a refund?
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2023.06.05 15:16 lollymaire Clothes for tween years & memories of being the tortured fat kid

Hi everyone - looking for a bit of advice and also sharing experiences about now versus then. Plus issues related to the lack of agency/control I feel we have even as grown ass adults against physicians who believe their jobs to catch us lying and make assumptions about our lives, while paternally patting us on the head like small children. Between pop culture currently having big nostalgia moments right now (Thank You for your service, Judy Blume), plus the fact I've got a tween daughter, I can help but remember the special hellscape that existed for me from when I was a few years younger than my daughter all the way through 8th grade. During that time I really did try to fit in, something that in hindsight only made things worse. I just remember clothing being tough to find. And while I didn't get boobs until I was practically in college, I somehow grew the bottom half of a full grown woman by the time I'd finished 5th grade except for the length of my inseam was stuck in third grade, as was the space where a waist should be. My mom was so supportive and thankfully, because she could sew, did what she couple to alter the jeans of the day (jordache & Calvin's from the JRS section initially, but the misses by 6th grade) and sometimes made things for me that I liked but weren't available. So I looked nice enough, but the kids were merciless when teasing and I was bullied to the extreme at my school, living in fear of changing for gym and wondering how many times that day I'd get hit in the back of my head with a basketball. (Not surprising that 30+ years later I found it tough to take my son to BB practice because of the intense sounds and smells nearly knocked me into a full on panic, but I managed). Anyway, by early high school I found myself and my people through the music I fell in love with, so despite this meaning I was a goth living in the American south during the satanic panic, people being a little scared of me before they got to know me was WAAAAAAY better than the fat shaming & torture 24/7. Fast forward to now, and my daughter will be starting 5th grade in the new school year. So far so good with the teasing through 4th. She hasn't made close friends but has Cubs friends. she likes what she likes. It really is the following year I fear, middle school, when all hell breaks loose. But I am also worried about 5th grade too as each of my older kids had tough times then as all the hormones ramp up and it can all go a lot Hunger games with mean girls. So advice/perspective needed: If you've helped a daughter get through the middle years of clothes sizing awkwardness, how did you do it? -Are there stores or brands you recommend, either online or brick and mortar? -My middle school experience was particularly bad because it was a small private school where I now get would take the kids public schools would reject. My mother thought she was protecting us ha! But what was regular public school girls gym like? She we just plan to find an off campus PE option? - can you recommend any resources to help with her long list of food rejections and very short list of foods she will eat? We don't label food good or bad or make anyone eat anything or restrict (unless it means there won't be any dinner left for someone who hasn't eaten yet and one of my teenagers is going in for round two). I am concerned about her lack of calcium intake as she only has what she gets in milk with cereal. She won't eat or drink any other dairy products except vanilla ice cream, but that can upset her tummy. She doesn't eat bread either, which means with the exception of cake, we don't have to put much effort in keeping her away from gluten. I know - one more quirk inherited, ha at least that one isn't from my side as well. My husband & I had no idea just how much neurodiversity we had going on in ourselves (and some of us cough not me still refuse to believe they have ADHD like the rest of us) and the rest of our families. It is beyond frustrating the assumptions made by society about fat kids and what foods/how much they eat. I honestly think my daughter isn't eating enough based on myplate meal plans. And one of her cousins has ARFID. Of course treatment was delayed by the assumption it was anorexia and the refusal to eat was by choice and throwing up afterwards assumed to be self-induced. I had a similar issue at one point. All but one of the people I saw in the medical field wanted to high-five me for finally being in a 'normal' BMI and/or refusing to believe it was a plumbing issue and I was simply in denial about being bulimic. At the exact same time a new pain mismanagement specialist refused to believe the same plumbing problems meant I could not safely take naproxen. I had records & imaging reports available but he told me he needed his own done and until then I wasn't to be trusted that I wasn't just a drug seeker. He tossed me sample bottles of Naproxen coated with nexium. Pain got too terrible so I tried them for a week or so. Two weeks after I had that appointment (and also an upperGI to confirm it was a plumbing issue), I coughed up a few speckles of blood. GI doc, the only goody In this story told me to come in the next day. But early the next morning I woke up with terrible cramps and the need to go. As I stood up I realised I was in shock as I collapsed straight down onto my butt and heard a crack followed by bolts of lightning shocks of pain. As I tried to make it I realised our bathroom floor was covered in bloody grossness and that I was clearly bleeding internally. Fast forward to getting to the ER woozy with shock my husband couldn't get anyone to bring a stretcher and it's a blur but they put in a central line while I was awake - SCARY. My Gi doc was notified and when they went in with the scope my oesophagus had a new feature - a very deep hole on a vein that wasn't in the series he'd taken just two week before! After they finished my blood and plasma transfusions next stop was X-rays. So on top of the ulcer I had two compression fractures, L1 & L2. I wore a brace a month before having surgery to secure them. At 42 years old I had lost an inch of height & was diagnosed with osteoporosis. I have to wonder will it still be like this when our kids become the grownups. Or will it be worse?! I can't help but think dieting since I was 8 and losing and regaining the same 100lbs surely wasn't good for my bones! I so much want my daughter to not go through the same shit!
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2023.06.05 15:15 Shankdaddy_ [WTS] Hk45c threaded barrel, McRae Jungle Boots (10W), ECWCS Lvl VII Parka, DCU M65 field jacket, FILBE Waterproof Bags (56 and 65 liter),DK-5 Riot Faceshield, MLOK 9-slot Rail, Tan/Coyote 1603 MOLLE Pack Frame

Boots - McRae black jungle boots, size 10W (I am an 11 regular in new balance if that helps, these boots fit me well), worn around the house a few times otherwise brand new - $130 + shipping
HK45c threaded barrel - used, I’ve had maybe 50 rounds through it, still in perfect shape, $235 shipped
Paulson DK-5 riot faceshield - fits PASGT helmets, new, $63 shipped
Midwest Industries mlok rail, 9 slot rail for an mlok handguard, mounted once, $18 shipped
Waterproof FILBE bag - new and in unused condition, 65L and 56L, $45 shipped each
Gen III Ecwcs level VII parka - Lightly used but still in great shape, size large regular - $160 shipped
M65 DCU jacket - Nearly new USGI Large field jacket in Large, no liner, $58 shipped
Pack Frame - Never used, no idea why I have it, no cracks, Tan/Coyote Brown color, $35 shipped
Pm me if you’re interested but comment as well for a flair check, PayPal F&F only, NO NOTES PLEASE!
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2023.06.05 15:12 Mindless_Landscape_7 My plan for first time, suggestions?

Hello everyone, I'm planning to take lsd for the first time in a week. I have a 75μg tab, is it okay as a first time dose? It will be me and two friends, close ones, and one guy who I have never seen who has tried acid many many times though and my friends told me he's the best person you would want around because he knows how to handle any situations, so I'm quite chill about him being with us even if I don't know him.
The set will be a valley full of lakes on the mountains, quite a nice spot. My plan was to go camping. So reaching the valley by car, set up the tent, preparare a meal, eat and start walking. I'll take with me a backpack with a bluetooth speaker, at least 2L of water, fruits and a power bank. As we start to walk, we'll take the tab.
The walk isn't that long, luckily is a circle of 6km and it passes next to 100 lakes. it's going to take us 2/3 hours max. This means that the peak will happen when we'll be back to our tent where we'll have the already prepared food.
We'll peak at the tent. In front of it there's a very nice lake. I was wondering if it is safe to take acids near water. I really love to swim so I might come up with the idea of taking a swim. Do you suggest me to stay in the tent or do you think I'm capable of swimming under LSD effect? I think it would be sick to swim under acid but since I've never tried I don't know if it could be dangerous.
then, we'll stay and trip near the lake until sunset and we'll eventually stargaze if the sky is clear. It is one of my wishes because I want to trip whilst watching at the stars. then, when we'll want to, we'll go sleep in the tent.
I'm just concerned that I'll trip my shit out thinking we are surrounded by bears. I mean on the mountains there are bears, wolves, snakes.... So there's always a chance to encounter them. Do you think it would be dumb to trip on the mountains with the possibility of bear encounter?
I would really appreciate any other suggestion from you guys, I was thinking about taking some weed with me too. Is lsd + weed a good combination? I smoke weed almost everyday, sometimes though it makes me paranoid, not in nature too, it depends by where I Smoke it...
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2023.06.05 15:12 KatieNaviSG TW: SA and s*****e

I'm so sorry if this is triggering to some of you but I didn't know where else to post this and I can't keep trauma dumping on my friends and partner and I'm awaiting my trauma therapy to start up...
I told my mum eventually about the SA that happened between me and my grandfather when I was 4. (I don't know why I bothered with how she is, I guess I wanted her to finally see me and love me as a person who has suffered too and to be a mother in that moment). She looked shocked and informed me that the same thing happened to her when she was younger by the same man (her father) and instantly started asking me for specific details which I didn't feel at all ready to talk about, nor did I expect her to go straight in like that when I had just been directed to the crysis team for planning the long sleep. I was shocked and didn't know how to process it at the time but felt bad for her and ended up comforting her.
She also told my younger sister (we are half sisters but closer than anything) about what had happened even though I never said that was ok or that I was ready for people to know. In fact I specifically asked her not to. Plus my sister is only 16 and about to sit her own exams and I didn't want to stress her out with my trauma, it wasn't hers to have to worry about. (Also my grandfather had been dead for many years before my sister was born so it wasn't an event that would've affected her). When I confronted my mum about it she said "don't worry she's family, she can be strong for both of us" like no? She's 16! Stop using your children as emotional support and therapists and deciding they're mature enough to deal with this crap! It isn't fair!
She's always been entirely inappropriate. She used to make me answer the door to the baliffs as a manipulation technique and to say she wasn't in. She asked me advice on whether she should have a termination when I was get the idea....there is ALOT more but this is already a really long post.
I've had some time to think now and all I can think could she leave me knowingly with him when she had this experience herself? She actively chose to leave me in a potentially unsafe situation frequently whilst her and my nan went out shopping. I'm feeling really empty and confused as to why she couldn't protect me. I'm also sick of having to constantly parent her, most of my trauma comes from having to drag her through life (cooking, cleaning, food shopping) from the age of 8 (I'm now nearly 30). I've left home and barely have a relationship with her. She's impossible to confront too, she starts crying and screaming and asking me why "I'd say all this to her when she knows how much she's going through" and that she's "tried her best" (even thought she spent my childhood on drugs and belittling me in front of her friends to make them laugh.) Then she calls me a bully when I call her out.
I get scared to even answer the phone to her because it will either be a) she needs help with something or getting somewhere (it's easier to say yes or she constantly harasses me or family members at all times of the night) or b) phones me up clearly drunk and over happy and trying to talk to me like we have a good relationship? I'm just waiting for her to die now, sounds awful I know but it's the only way I feel I will ever truly be free of her. It makes me feel like a monster to say this, I try my best to have compassion for others due to my experiences in life myself but she was meant to be my mum and I feel so alone.
Sorry I know this is all over the place and chaotic, I typed it out during my lunch break just to get everything down and hopefully making more sense! I just knew if anyone would understand it would be you guys in this group 💞
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2023.06.05 15:11 haroldkebba I Think My Village Was Haunted By God... [Part 1]

I hope this is the right place and someone can tell me what may have been going on in my village. I moved here a few weeks ago. It's a small village in the heart of Russia and my parents and I came here because things start to get really bad in Moscow and my father lost his job. I don't know why we had to move to this isolated village, so far away from civilization. Maybe my parents wanted peace and quiet? To escape the things in that city, the poisoned minds?
The houses here had all been far below average in price. Almost everyone who lives here has moved here recently.
But, there are crazy rumors about this village that people tell each other. It was found abandoned in the mid-nineties. Where everyone went, no one knows. They say that no signs of people were found at all, nothing. But... everywhere in and around the village… strange patches of earth had been discovered, circular and smooth. Not only in the forest or on the road, but also in the dilapidated wooden houses. At our new neighbors' house, one of the mysterious spots had supposedly been found right in the living room floor, where the floorboards had been just cut away.
These rumors scare me. I am afraid of this village. But yesterday... I was redoing the floor in my room with my father and there... I found a notebook under the old boards. I hid it from my father, I don't know why... Someone must have left it there.
Last night... that's when I read it. I read it and now I'm incredibly afraid of this house and this village. Of the fields and the woods that surround me. The notebook apparently belonged to someone called Ilya Vasiliev. I have tried to translate what he wrote, hoping that someone here can help me find an explanation for the rumors. For this uneasy feeling that I have since I moved here...
I am fine. I want that to be clear from the beginning. My story is strange and in huge parts troubling, but I am still in the best state of mental health.
I am fine!
My story begins seven months ago, in December 1979, when deep winter was upon our village. We were preparing for Christmas, the first Christmas to be celebrated publicly throughout the village, after years of having to practice our faith in secret because the Soviet government did not allow religions. Only in the last few years did the Reds' view loosen and they allowed small islands of faith. One of them was my village, which finally dared to celebrate and praise the Lord.
I have been a believer all twenty years of my life, an exemplary Christian, just like my parents. Faith had kept our family line alive in times of terror and misery. Death had always been close to us, as the fields where most of the population of our village had worked for generations had once brought the end of hundreds of people. Many years ago, on those fields, atrocities had occurred that had finally given them their present name: The Fields of Death.
I myself had not been born back then, not by a long shot, but my grandparents had spent their childhood there, a childhood full of hunger and depravity. My grandfather Fomenko often told me and my sister the stories he had experienced and how faith had saved everyone. There had been a long, cold winter and the grain had been confiscated by the government to be taken to the cities for distribution. After all, the grain belonged to all the people, not just those on the farms who planted it, tended to it, and harvested it. And so, the only food of that time left my grandfather's village and never came back. Some of his neighbors had once tried to hold back some grain, to hide some sacks, but when they were caught, a hail of bullets determined their fate. People lived in fear, not daring to stop working, not daring to keep for themselves the food that was destined for the common good. In those days, horrors happened in my village that I cannot truly picture today, not even when I hear my grandfather's usually clear voice begin to tremble. When I see in his eyes that he would rather forget, in order to experience a peaceful sleep once again… someday.
He told us about those horrors to warn us of how quickly life can plunge from safety into infinite terror. Winter had reigned. The grain was being hauled away. They still shot all those who tried to keep back pieces of it, be it a sack or some husks that had fallen from a cart. In time, hunger began to drive people in our village insane. Parents locked up their children so they wouldn't be taken by neighbors to feed their hunger. Friends turned their backs on each other and killed each other in fights for the last livestock that was still breathing. The streets reeked of decay and death, of misery and suffering. One day, my grandfather told us, he had hidden in the back room of his house while his parents dragged themselves, emaciated, to the fields to pick the last scraps of grain from the furrows with their dirty, half-frozen fingers. He had come across a book there, a book that had saved his life.
The word of God. An old Bible.
My grandfather had learned to read at an early age, one of the sad advantages of living in the Soviet Union.
It was in the room I now live in that Grandfather Fomenko had found the dusty book. Actually, he had been looking for something to eat, the days before he had found some sawdust. But despite his hunger and the grumbling in his stomach, eating the book was out of the question. Books were sacred, and no book as sacred as this one. He had begun to read and learned about the greatness of the Lord. Of the miracles his Son had performed. And of the magic of faith. His stomach had growled, but he had ignored it. The words gave him comfort.
The next day he immersed himself in the book again, disappearing into better worlds and times, hearing wisdom and encouragement. But around noon there was a knock at the door. My grandfather emphasized each time that he had not been afraid, that he had known that the Lord would protect him, when the old neighbor gained entrance to our house armed with a cleaver. It was clear what he wanted: Meat. My grandfather told us each time about how the neighbor had looked more undead than human, stinking and with sunken eyes, smelling like death from his mouth, the cleaver trembling in his hand.
"I'm sorry, boy," was all the man could get out.
My grandfather tried to mimic this poor man’s voice at the end of his wits, to express his pain through words so that we understood that poor fellow a little.
The Lord's words had given courage to my grandfather in his most terrible moments. He had stood up and firmly said:
"Away with you, the Lord protects the inhabitants of this house!"
But the intruder did not care, coming closer. And so, my grandfather again sought comfort and prayed. He prayed for mercy and peace and for his life. He would serve the Lord for the rest of his days. Trust Him blindly.
Suddenly, like a gruesome miracle, the famished intruder let out an inhuman groan and collapsed, lifeless and debilitated. There had been no hunger for my grandfather and his family for a week after that. My grandfather had been praying to the Lord since that day, thanking Him for His mercy. The story spread around the village and out of desperation or hope, in the next few days everyone secretly knelt in front of small wooden crosses they had made themselves and prayed to the Lord. A week later, like a miracle, the long-awaited delivery of grain arrived, along with spring. There had not been another bad time since then.
These events are the reason for the faith in our village... and our family. The psalm my grandfather had prayed as the hungry neighbor attacked had become the guiding psalm of our faith. All these years we had not been able to celebrate Christmas with the other families, but since the restrictions on faith communities had been relaxed, we had all finally decided to celebrate the holy festival in the village square. And so, we started the preparations.
There, in those evening hours, my part of the story begins. I and my younger sister Zarina, together with other youths and young adults, were fetching wood for the fire that was to burn in the center of our village. So, we went out into the night, dressed with thick pelts, to fetch logs from the edge of the fields that some men had prepared.
My breath could be seen as an icy breeze in the dawning darkness and I was already looking forward to dancing around the fire with everyone later, drinking good drinks and eating sumptuously. I was glad that we didn't have to walk across the fields themselves, but could stroll along their edge to get the logs.
You can feel death when it has hit a place. I was glad that I didn't have to work the fields myself, and had learned the carpentry trade. Therefore, I was spared from having to wander around there every day, among the echoes of past atrocities and sadness.
We were all in good spirits, strolling over the muddy ground, when all at once Zarina pointed up and into the clear night sky.
"Look, an angel is descending!" she exclaimed excitedly.
We all looked to where her outstretched hand pointed. A round light glowed in the night sky, glaring yellowish and shining strangely cold.
"It's singing! At Christmas! The Lord puts our feast under his sign!" Zarina cried.
We stopped and listened into the silence of the night. At first, I could hear nothing, at first, everything remained quiet, and only the distant beating of axes and the rustling of the wind in the treetops were audible.
But then, there in the wind, I could hear it, briefly but clearly. It was a kind of melodic whisper, joyful, yet also strange and otherworldly. It was heard only very briefly, and soon died away as the glow flew out of sight and disappeared somewhere far away.
"Let's go find the angel! Let's..." Zarina cried, continuing excitedly, but I interrupted her.
"We have to get the wood. We can report back to the village later, if it hasn't already been noticed there too," I said.
"You heard the singing! Surely that was an angel. Shall we leave it there? It may have gotten hurt, it must have hit something!" Sasha murmured.
Sasha was my oldest friend and one of the boys who worked on the fields. He had always been very caring and had always tried to help where he could. His parents were long dead and the old lady who had raised him was no longer around, either. So, he struggled along, working the fields, but the rest of us looked out for him.
"Shouldn't we go and look for it, Ilya?", Sasha continued to urge me anxiously.
We thought about it for a long time but decided to leave the decision to the others in the village. Trusting the Lord to guide our actions, we quickly moved on in the direction of the woodcutters to complete our task.
We were not the only ones who had seen the glow. When we returned to the village square loaded with logs, everyone was in great excitement and full of joy that the Lord had sent us this sign of His greatness. Not everyone agreed whether it was an angel or a return of the poinsettia that had been witnessed, but everyone was sure that the Lord had sent us encouragement. So, we celebrated our first Christmas full of joy and pleasure, with good food, dancing and singing, full of happiness and under the protection of the Almighty Lord. I will always think back to those days, always keep in my heart how I glimpsed a part of the Lord in the sky.
We all talked about the event and even the older people were fascinated and inspired. Even my grandfather and the others who had witnessed the worst death and misery in the world seemed to slowly find a spiritual peace they would never have dreamed of otherwise. They were happy and strengthened in their faith. However, we were not sure if it had really been an angel who had come down and so we hesitated to go and look for the creature of God.
But in the night, after the light had shone in the sky, I was awakened by Zarina crying in her sleep. I straightened up and slowly paced over to her bed, where in the semi-darkness she began to squirm, shaken by spasms.
"No, no, no..." she moaned painfully.
I began to shake her to wake her up. Zarina did not respond to me. Her face was like a distorted mask hiding something bad underneath. Her breathing became shallow, and she began to whimper. I was terrified and began to pray. The Lord had to save her, He just had to save her!
Zarina twitched more and more, started coughing and whimpering louder and louder. Slowly, the rest of the family woke up and my parents and grandfather huddled tightly around her, praying for her to open her eyes.
"Please, don't take our child! She has only been in your world for fourteen years..." my father cried, as panicked and desperate as I had ever seen before.
His thick, black mustache trembled with fear.
Then, abruptly, Zarina stopped convulsing.
For a terrible moment she just lay there, her hair disheveled, her face pale in the glow of the candle my mother held over her.
"Mom, Dad, Ilya, Grandpa... what's wrong?" she suddenly asked sleepily.
For a moment it was as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't just seen my sister almost die, but then she began to cry.
"What's wrong, dear?" my father asked, just as pale in the face as Zarina.
It took a while before she found some calm and was able to talk to us.
Finally, she croaked:
"I saw the angel. I was with him."
A revelation? Had the Lord touched my sister?
We all said another prayer and finally, filled with awe, I asked:
"Where did you see the angel? Is it here? With us?"
She looked at me briefly, seemed to hesitate for a little moment, and then reported:
"I was with it… in a dream. It was in a white village, a village made of angel dust. I saw it. It didn't have wings and that's why at first I wasn't sure if it was an angel. However, soon it spoke to me."
"What did it say, Zarina?", I asked tensely.
"It said it was not God, but 'the Witness'. It sounded like a man and a woman and a child and a baby and... It felt peaceful. Calm and carefree. Then I woke up."
"An angel. Angels are the witnesses of God, that's how it must be!" my father said enthusiastically.
Suddenly, everyone seemed to be talking at once.
No one knew what Zarina's words meant, but we were sure that they contained something incomprehensible that we, as ordinary people, could not understand. But everyone was delighted. Everyone was caught in a beautiful dream.
The next day, the adults sat together in the large barn near the edge of the village, which was used for community events. Most of them found seats on the lined up wooden benches and the rest stood crowded against the old walls, some of which were already rotten. Dimitri, probably the closest thing to a mayor, sat at a heavy pine table at the end of the room, staring at the crowd, while my parents and Zarina sat on old chairs in front of him. Tensely, the crowd looked at them, waiting for someone to say something. Finally, Dimitri cleared his throat thoughtfully.
"You... all saw or heard about the falling star. It was brighter than the others that keep crossing our sky and much more... melodic. Some even heard the singing. Whoever still doubted that the Lord sent us his messenger... doubts are now useless. Zarina has received a vision. She has seen how the angel, who was sent by God, walked on our earth, and visited a village and consecrated it with its grace. She has seen the angel marching to spread holiness in these lands..."
"Are we sure?"
Mary, the dressmaker, had stood up. She was still young, my age and Sasha's, and she always wore her blond hair carefully braided, her dresses self-made, blood red and flashy, with silver embroidery. As always, she wore makeup - a luxury not many could afford. In other places she would have been considered a lady, but she was also a skeptical person, and I had not liked her very much since childhood, because she often made insinuations that seemed to go against the Lord. Also, she had never played with us outside and had always thought of herself as someone… better. I was shocked that she now so obviously doubted the Lord's actions.
"Mary. Zarina has seen a vision. The Lord spoke to her through her dreams! An angel has joined us. How can you deny it?" my father asked coldly.
"I'm not denying it, I'm just saying, what if there is something dark that the angel was sent to fight? What if it is going into battle against some unknown evil? The angel may be spreading sanctities, but we have no idea if it is trying to redeem us or defend us..."
"It said it was a witness of God," I noted.
"That's what Zarina said when she woke up."
"Then it is benevolent to us! We must find it!" someone shouted from one of the back rows.
An excited murmur began to spread through the room.
"Silence!" Dimitri thundered.
His face looked hard but determined.
"We have to get to it! If it is a message from heaven that the angel wants to bring us, we must hear it! How many can we spare? Who would even want to voluntarily leave the village? We don't know how long the journey will be, and you yourselves know how dangerous this area can be..."
A loud commotion broke out. Everyone shouted at once and volunteered. I also jumped up and loudly offered to go out to look for it.
The angel. The Witness of the Lord.
I imagined meeting it in a clearing, under a full moon. Hearing its bright voice, gaze in awe at its graceful form, and fall to my knees in prayer before it.
"SILENCE!" Dimitri shouted.
"You can't all go. The kids wouldn't make it in the deadly cold out there. Let seven go. Seven is the Lord's number, there must be seven! Seven workers from the fields! We can't spare any more!"
"You can't be serious!" I cried out.
Cold anger boiled up inside me.
"I want to go, too. We all want to. You can't just stand there and make a decision like that!"
Others joined in.
"SILENCE," Alexeij now thundered, the master blacksmith.
"We need you! Daniil, Ilya, Nikita, you have a job to do! We can't get by without you! You can't go, be reasonable!"
"But if the Lord wills it, he will make sure that everything here will work out. That nothing will happen!", I tried to argue, still boiling with anger.
"No. Winter is tugging at our huts, we need you," my father said slowly.
"So do the others. Without you, it's going to be tight. The fields lie under the snow, but everything else will be weakened by time and storms. We can only spare the field hands. Besides, they're the ones most likely to withstand the cold and the wilderness; after all, they're constantly out on the Fields of Death, toiling in the wind and rain. They'll all make the trip!"
I tried to change his mind, and several came to my aid, all those who were also forced to stay.
"You can manage without a dressmaker! I want to go too!" Mary cried defiantly, her cheeks red with anger, her nose wrinkled.
This young woman really believed she deserved the sight of the angel! She really believed her hypocrisies would deceive the Lord, despite her obvious doubts about His divinity!
Others also complained, young and old, many who didn't deserve to go and even those who did.
But it didn't help.
Dimitri was in charge. Everyone knew that. If we started to contradict him, our village would soon end up in chaos. And deep down I knew that I had to stay. That I had to take care of my sister, who would not survive a trip in the snow. That I had to repair the huts that the storms would eat away at.
Sasha was a field worker, he was allowed to go. Sasha and Sofia, Anatoly and old Igor, Ivan and Yulia and Mikhail. When the decision was made, a decision many of us accepted only with heavy hearts and which brought out deep envy in several faces, some of the chosen ones began to cry. They were happy, fulfilled... satisfied. They would see the messenger of the Lord, hear its melodious voice, sing its hymns.
Why wasn't I allowed to go? Why was the world so unfair? I had always believed in the Lord, prayed to Him, been subject to Him and lived according to His will. Why hadn't he chosen me to see his messenger? I had been so proud back when I had been allowed to learn the carpenter's trade and thus had not to go to the Fields of Death to toil there. At that time, I had felt like someone better when I saw Sasha and Sofia setting out early in the morning with all the other workers, with their old-fashioned plows and thick, shabby clothes.
Was this the punishment for my arrogance?
The Lord knew everything. He had seen what repulsive thoughts I had had, how superior I had felt to the others. Perhaps it was my punishment that I was not allowed to go. Perhaps the Lord was no longer favorable to me and I would have to prove myself to Him.
The next day, the seven set out north. They were seen off with singing and dancing; they were the center of the village’s attention. Envy threatened to drown me.
Why not me? Why wasn't I allowed to go? Why did I have to stay here?
And I knew: it was because of these thoughts. I wasn't pure enough. I had to get better, work on myself.
As the others disappeared from sight, as the small group seemed to be swallowed up by a patch of forest between distant trees, an icy chill ran down my spine.
What if they really did encounter evil? What if Mary had been right?
I prayed to the Lord that they would return home safely: Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
He would bring them home safely, our pilgrims. I did not begrudge them their happiness. I was not a selfish person, was not complacent like Mary or some others in the village. I lived by the word of the Lord and I would not begrudge them.
They would all return home safely.
I continued to stare into the distance for a long time as my suppressed envy sought to consume me. But I was winning.
For darkness is as light to you.
Even though the days and weeks passed, I never forgot to think of all those who had set out to witness the glory of the Lord. The cold winter had passed and frost and cold left the land, so that soon we could begin to prepare the fields for sowing. Since the sighting of the angel had caused us to let some of the farm workers leave, and they stayed away longer than we had expected, I had to join others in helping to plow the Fields of Death. The work was exhausting and made me physically very tired, since I still had to work in the carpenter's shop as well. We could not afford tractors, so we still had to resort to older tools. So, it happened that one day I was driving one of the hand plows through the dirty ground and was lost in my thoughts and full of sweat.
I was quite far away from the village, as the nearby surroundings had been worked shortly after the beginning of the thaw. The fields were extensive, partly reaching further than the eye could see. Only in one direction the dense forest extended, which introduced the beginning of a dark hilly landscape, that finally merged northward into high, alien mountains, whose white peaks rose high into the sky and, like once the tower of Babel, blasphemously tried to penetrate the heavens. But next to these distant giants there was only the plain, the vast plain that had to be tilled.
I hated the field work. And I hated the fields.
Every time I even thought about this piece of hell that had become reality long ago, my stomach turned. All the events that clung to this dark place, all the human lives and suffering that had sown the ground with death and blood here many years ago....
It was even worse when you stood in the fields yourself, truly being there on your own. It was as if I could smell it in the air, the rot of the starving and the hot blood that had watered the soil. It was as if I could still hear in the air the cries and wailing of the people who had met their end here, who had pleaded for their lives and the lives of their children and friends. It was as if I could see them in the early morning fog banks that lay on the Fields of Death, the shadows of people past, crawling and cowering, weak and starved. I had to pull myself together and look away, into the forest. A place does not forget, a place always remembers the days gone by and the cries that had been.
The plow pulled through the ground, ripping a furrow behind it. It was almost a bit comforting to imagine I was gutting this place of horror with my labor, inflicting deep wounds. Hypnotized, I stared down over and over again, watching the ground swirl to one side, smelling the fresh earth being pushed to the surface. But never could I escape my terrible feelings and the forebodings, never could I forget what kind of place I was at.
The few times I looked to the forest beside me, my thoughts wandered enviously to all those who had set out to find the angel. Had they reached it yet? Had they already learned from it what needed to be done for God's power on earth to be strengthened so that false prophets and promises could be swept away? How to drown the selfishness of the state? What needed to be done to serve the Lord?
Oh, how I would have loved to be there! How I would have loved to go with them, but I also understood the decision not to send everyone, and I understood my family's objections. I was needed here. I could serve the Lord here by tilling the fields and taking care of the soil and the sowing. I had to care for my sister.
I had already made several furrows when noon came. The sun was almost not visible, just a murky spot behind the clouds, and the fog had not lifted either. The world looked pale and apathetic. But amongst all the desolation I could suddenly hear something, something that seemed to come out of the forest.
It was at first just like a rustling in the wind that sounded a bit too regular, such that it triggered a natural uneasiness in me. I looked into the forest, but could hardly make out anything through the dense plants and the still lingering fog. That is why it was left to my own thoughts to imagine what was there, what was producing this strange noise.
I could not remember any animal that made similar sounds, was at a loss.
Suddenly, a bang echoed through the forest, accompanied by a panicked scream that broke inhumanly from the trees and spread across the fields.
Then, something new joined the sounds in the air.
The trees and bushes rustled, almost seemed to be torn apart.
Something was running through the forest, something seemed to be... coming right at me.
Was it perhaps a startled bear, an elk, or a wild boar?
Had one of the hunters from the village accidentally startled an animal, scared it in the wrong direction and now wanted to warn us with their cry? But then, why this panicked sound...?
I paused, took my hands off the rusty handles of the plow, and turned toward the forest. Still, I could only see fog, I could only hear rustling, but slowly I could also make out grunts and groans coming to me from the fog. It sounded heavy and panic-stricken.
Was I in danger? I began to pray to the Lord and ask him for assistance. I was not a fighter and so I had to hope that nothing would reach me from the depths between the trees that could easily tear me apart.
Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
My baptismal motto gave me courage. The Lord saw me, even in my darkness, and would be with me.
For darkness is as light to you.
Then, someone burst out of the bushes and the fog and rushed toward me.
It was Sasha.
I almost didn't recognize him. His skin was pale, almost snow-white. His black hair stuck to his sweaty face. His pants and jacket were almost completely torn, so I could see his dirty shirt and his cut and bruised legs through the holes. There were also some small cuts on his face that worried me. Sasha's eyes twitched searchingly, panicked, and in his hand, he held the rifle that he had taken with him when he had once set out. Apparently, he had run through brush and thorns, had gotten scrapes and wounds from stones and branches.
When he saw me and looked at me with his big, panic-filled eyes, I became horridly afraid.
It was as if… behind his eyes there was no Sasha anymore, but only an animal. As if instinct had taken over his thoughts when an unnamable terror had entered his world. An animal inside him, which had enabled him to escape from... something.
Sasha staggered out of the forest, it was almost as if all strength left him now that he was back home. The rifle fell from his hand and dug into the mud beneath his feet. He limped slowly toward me, not taking his eyes off me. Then, suddenly, he wheeled around and looked back into the forest and the mist.
Only for a moment.
Again, he let out a shrill scream and sprinted the last few meters. When I looked into the forest myself, I saw nothing, only the fog.
But, didn't I feel a presence there, in the bushes? Between the trees?
I didn't see anything.
Sasha had reached me and collapsed. I quickly knelt down next to him and called for help. But the other field workers had already rushed over, obviously attracted by the rifle shot. I was in a trance, seeing only Sasha lying there, supporting his head. His eyes were still twitching around and despite my proximity he didn't seem to recognize me. He looked at me, confused.
"Sasha, what happened?", I asked, feeling his forehead.
Despite his paleness, he was uncomfortably hot.
A fever raged in his body. Who knew how long he had been running around there among the trees, his protective, warming jacket torn? With wounds that had not been tended and some of which were still bleeding?
Then another horrible thought occurred to me.
"Sasha, where are the others? Sasha, where are the others?"
This question apparently brought back some clarity that his gaze had not possessed before.
"They... they took them. Took all of them... All of them. All our brothers, all our sisters... all of them," he gurgled.
So, this is the first part of what I found. I will hurry to translate the rest! But I will definitely stay out of the woods for now... They are still as creepy as described by Ilya in this document and fog ist still around every morning... Also, I don't know what to make of Ilya himself as well, is he just a religious nut and that is the explanation? I just don't know...
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2023.06.05 15:11 RealDocJames No Front Seat Riders

Am I the only one?
After nearly 10 years driving on the platform I had a safety incident/false claim with a rider that cost me over a week worth of earnings while Uber "investigated."
Naturally I was exonerated and reinstated. Like most of these things, was total b.s.
For safety and security reasons, as an independent contractor, I made the executive decisions to revert to pandemic era rules in MY car as a precautionary measure.
Thankfully 98% of my rides are 1 or two people.
Note: Running a dashcam is absolutely mandatory, and while helpful, will not eliminate 100% of the foolishness.
Also be sure to archive footage. If a false report is filed a week later and you already recorded over the footage, you're screwed.
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2023.06.05 15:10 Koda_20 Garage Bases

This wipe I got a camper + engine + cockpit with engine and I drive around super fast and super safe with an extra kit in my camper and a respawn in there. I drive the roads looking for people farming. When I see someone, I try to run them over. If I miss I circle back. If I hit them I stop and jump out with heavy armor plate and thompson and mow them down. It's a solo only server with 150 pop.
I have angered some people. The ones who scare me are the ones on horses with roadsign horse armor and m249's. when they see me rollin' they chase me down and disable my engine, kill me, and then proceed to destroy the whole vehicle. I am fairly helpless against these horselords with insane health. Takes a full 20 shots from a thompson apparently to down them, but my heavy plate gives me like 7 shots from their ak. But they are just better players I'm still bad.
I have 2 garages now spread along the map, and 2 campers. One gets taken out, no problem, I hop in the other one and go salvage what I can, fix it if possible, or find a new 4 slot module if need be. Doesn't take long to get a new car up and running when you're already in a camper with the materials you need and can circle the map fast af.
I drive with heavy plate, thompson, syringes, flash bang, and hazmat. IF I don't wanna run slow I toss hazmat on but I usually drive with full plate while hunting for quick attacks.
The camper is so useful for other things. Trips to outpost. Farming nodes even, if they are near the road or on flat terrain. Thanks for reading.
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2023.06.05 15:09 Ploontie [FH4] First Eliminator win!

[FH4] First Eliminator win!
According to the statistics, I've played Eliminator 52 times, and this is my first ever win in FH4's Eliminator!
First ever victory... in a Ferrari FF. The car that's supposedly the worst of its class.
Do note that the lack of players in the match is due to playing late in the afternoon, usually there's at least 20-30ish players.
the finale was between me in a lv.8 Ferrari FF vs some guy in a lv.9 Lamborghini Aventador, he had the early lead of being closer to the destination, but he chose to follow the GPS route, which weren't the brightest idea, as I took the motorway, hopped off near the destination, and drove carefully to the finish line with the opponent being nowhere in sight.
Now, with the "Last Car Standing" Achievement complete, I have zero idea how to complete other Eliminator achievements such as "Heads Up" (winning a game without car drops) or the "Underdog" (beat someone 5 levels higher).
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2023.06.05 15:08 vxplore21 Are PPC Packages The Right Investment For Your Business?

Are PPC Packages The Right Investment For Your Business?
Pay-per-click (PPC) advertising is a popular digital marketing method that can potentially drive targeted traffic to your website and increase conversions. However, managing PPC campaigns can be time-consuming and complicated, so many businesses turn to PPC Packages offered by any PPC Management Company In India. But are PPC Packages the right investment for your business?
First, that depends on your choice of PPC Management Company In India. You must only contact the Best PPC Company In India to ensure the best returns. Vxplore Technologies is the choice of many businesses and is regarded as the Best PPC Company In India. This is due to the ROI we provide to our clients and the professionalism of our experts.
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2023.06.05 15:08 confusedbrokegirl__ 19 F, Can’t lose weight.

Age: 19 F
Weight: 149 pounds
Height: 157 cms (5’2)
Hi there, as the title suggests, over the past few months; ive been trying to lose weight but im unable too, instead ive gained a couple pounds. In january my weight was 134 pounds.
Lately, i have not been feeling good about how my body has started to look, and i want to improve and prevent before it gets out of hand, and turn into something much worse.
In 2020, ive suffered from an eating disorder which caused me to lose nearly 65 pounds in just 3-4 months, and the least i have weighed was 90 pounds, which wasn’t healthy at all.
I cannot go to the gym as of now, so i would prefer at home workouts without weights. I cannot do heavy workouts as i have dislocated my knee in the past. If, youve any suggestions or ways you can help me out through to reach my goal, it would be really helpful.
My desired weight is 105 pounds (48 kgs).
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2023.06.05 15:08 winterORgethen Thoughts on Wayfarer novels

Hey there! Reading this series with a friend. We both loved the first and I'm getting near the end of book two. Feeling a little underwhelmed by the story (though the characters and premise are super well developed).
I was surprised how the second book was such a jump from the first. I think it could be argued it's just another book in the universe more so than a sequel? Anyway, curious what others thought of the full series without spoilies plz! FWIW I discovered Chambers when a friend lent me To be taught if fortunate and have adored everything else. I'm gonna keep reading regardless- just curious to hear some discussion on the series from this community.
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