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Hey all,
So I wanted to get everyones opinion on the usefulness of firearms as a hunter vs non-hunter. I really hate how OP to 75% (400% in reality) skill buffs from professions are. I didnt actually realize how huge of an effect it is until I found 2 boxes of shotgun shells in the 1st house on my hunter run.
With two boxes of shotgun rounds and a double barrel I leveled my shooting skill to 5. I think thats ridiculous. The main issue with aiming though is the absurd soft cap they put on it at level 5. Without any XP boost it would take me ~20-25 boxes of shotgun ammo to go from level 5 to 6. Which is obviously ridiculous.
So my question boils down to this:
How effective is shooting at level 5-6 vs levels 9-10? I want to go non-hunter but my concern is that i'll get to the 'end game' with level 6 shooting and it will be very meh. On the flip side I dont want to have level 10 shooting mid-game with Hunter activated and be able to rip through towns/hordes because I have 4x the ammo I would normally have and a much higher skill.
I'm currently sitting at the main menu trying to decide what to do.

Before I begin my story I must maintain that my sentence to death was a wrong and vile thing to do. I maintain that I am not a killer. I did not kill the schoolchildren the authorities decided to hang me for.
My sentence to death, I must maintain, is a huge misunderstanding. There must be forces out there against me, who conspired to put me in prison for this very experiment, this accursed expedition.
I am not deranged. I am not insane.
The man in the odd multicolored sweater paid me a visit a week before my scheduled execution date. “You are the former schoolteacher Chet Adami?” he asked, polite, offering me a plastic cup of coffee.
I nodded, taking a sip. “I didn’t kill those kids,” I reiterated, for about the thousandth time. “Are you the uh, priest guy? That comes before-”
He shook his head and waved away the guards. “My name is Canopy Hydrangea,” he introduced, extending a hand. I shook it. “I understand you may not be guilty, despite what the state believes.”
I nodded. “Finally, someone who-”
He cut me off. “I’m not interested in your story. Whether you die or not is of no consequence to the people I represent,” he continued. “But I am here to offer you a deal. There’s a place the people I represent need exploring, and I need volunteers.”
He produced a sheet of paper and a pen. “This agreement,” he clasped it into my hands, “has you join a team of expendable, uh, volunteers such as yourself on this expedition. You get in, get the things we need, and get out- and you’re free for life.”
This was better than dying in prison.
I asked him what place this was that I’d be sent to. He told me I had to sign the form first. “I’ll do it, then,” I cheered, signing the document.
He smiled and patted me on the shoulder. “We’ll even give you a whole new identity,” he offered. And with that, he seized the document away from me and left the building.
Within hours I was blindfolded, sedated, and transported. When I awoke I was strapped to a bed in a helicopter, with four others beside me, all beginning to wake up.
The man who’d offered me the deal was there too, sucking on a lollipop while rearranging documents and photographs.
These images, I assumed, was the place they wanted us to explore. They were mostly all aerial photos, a sea of endless green and the occasional bird. And yet, there was more- images of impossible landscapes, dreamlike beings.
“Ah, you guys are awake!” he clapped once, and walked over.
The next few moments were a flash as he re-injected us with some sort of blue, wriggling substance. It was cold, and I swear it pulsed inside my arm.
Then we had landed, and the group was quickly taken inside a compound. We were freed and sat down in some sort of meeting room. More people were inside.
A blue haired lady joined the man.
“Welcome, volunteers,” he announced, pointing to a projector. “You are all, save for one, prisoners on death row,” he reminded. “This offer today is simple- you enter the forest, travel to an outpost we have recently lost contact with,” he turned on the projector, displayed a bright red cylinder labeled ‘SYSTEM RECORDER-A32’, “and recover this data module.”
The woman spoke next. “Easy, right?” she counted us. “We’ll provide maps,” she gestured to tablets. “But this forest is different.”
They proceeded to explain the reason they need ‘volunteers’ for the assignment then.
We were on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. The island had a massive forest in the center, one that at first glance seemed as normal as ever. This changed when an international mining company sent in a team of geologists to determine if there was anything of note beyond the forest.
This team never returned.
Nor did a second team, armed with weapons. Or an environmentalist group that ventured in to document new species. So then the organization our recruiters had come from entered the forest.
We were on the outskirts of the forest, at a place they were calling Ake Base.
Over the past month, they had begun to map the forest and determine why so many hadn’t returned. The reason was illogical- the forest was bigger than the island itself.
Drones that ventured in should have come out the other side- yet remained inside the forest, encountering bizarre phenomena and creatures undocumented.
Every so often, the forest would slope downwards, revealing a new layer with new and distinct ecosystems.
“Recently though,” Canopy concluded, “we’ve lost contact with several outposts in the third layer to eighth layers.” He changed the slide to one of the lost outposts, standing alone amidst a vibrant, alien forest. “You enter the forest, get to your team’s assigned outpost, get back out with the data and you’ll be set for life.”
“Does anyone choose to rescind their agreement?” the woman asked. “It’s either death, or this, and frankly, your chances here aren’t that better.”
There were some who raised their hands. “Hell no!” a man shouted. “I’m goin’ back to life!” The woman had them taken away. We heard gunfire outdoors. No life row for him.
Whoever they were- they were serious about this.
They started to call out names and assign teams.
My team, was small, four of us. There was a mercenary named Leo who kept talking about the food the organization had brought us. He seemed pleasant, charismatic, and I almost forgot he was a criminal.
There was a scientist called Anya who, as she joked, was ‘serving infinite life sentences’ for crimes against humanity. She was given the codes and a booklet of things to watch out for in what they called the ‘Sea of Green’.
Then there was Gail. She was quieter than the three of us, and had an almost eerie vibe to her. She didn’t tell us what she’d done to get here, but she was there nonetheless.
Thankfully, we were given the closest- and safest outpost. A little place in Layer Three, marked by the map as only a few hours walk away.
We set off the next day.
The forest, in the beginning, seemed to almost invite us in. The birds chirped and danced, unafraid of mankind. We even fed them the nuts we’d been given as breakfast rations, which they seemed to enjoy.
About an hour in, things changed. The light from the sun barely pierced the canopy, and at times, we had to utilize our flashlights to see what was in front of us. Leo took the lead, hacking away at the branch and vine in front of us.
The forest was starting to look like a jungle- and yet, as we traversed it never seemed to choose which one it wanted to be.
“Wait!” Anya hissed, as we crossed a stream that seemed oddly familiar. She read from the booklet, then to the map on tablets we’d been given. “We’ve made a circle.”
Leo shook his head. “That’s impossible,” he insisted. “I don’t remember turning.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, catching up from behind.
Anya shared the booklet. “It’s one first phenomena researchers encounter,” she explained. “This place plays tricks on us- we need to follow the stream.”
“But then,” Gail pointed out, “we’d be going in the wrong direction.”
“Trust the book,” Anya concluded. We followed the stream then, and the path started to grow denser, as if the forest hated us for traveling further. But the path was right, and the forest changed as we journeyed.
An hour later the forest had changed. It had sloped downwards a bit, inviting us to the second layer of the maze. The trees seemed higher, and the light was now gone completely.
This was when we started to hear it. Click-click.
“What was that?” I asked, turning. Click-click.
Anya rushed through the book. “It’s not documented.”
Click-click. And then we saw lights in the distance, lights that as we continued walking, were revealed to us as bulbous fruit on the trees that glowed an eerie electric blue.
Click-click. “You sure it’s not in that book?” Leo questioned, switching his machete out for a gun. Click-click.
The clicks were getting louder, each one sending a jolt of uneasy fear down my spine. We moved closer together now, fearing the unknown that were in these- A bush in front of us rustled. Leo aimed his weapon.
A deer- no, something like a deer popped out, gently squawking. It was… wrong in every sense, but it seemed more occupied in chewing a flower than us.
The small creature had the antlers of a deer, yes, but it also had the face of an old man. Not to mention six fists full of thumbs at the end of its legs. It inspected a glowing fruit with it’s odd thumbs.
“Ew,” Gail commented, disgusted. “What the hell is that?”
Anya didn’t have time to look for answers before a black, insectine limp shot out of one of the bulbous fruits and impaled the deer-thing. It screamed an all too human scream and struggled.
We backed away- and by then, the noise was overwhelming. Click-clickClick-clickClick-clickClickclickClickclickClick-clickClick-click. They erupted from every single one of the bulbous fruits, and things began to pour out of them.
The limbs, see, were attached to a head. The a simple sphere that opened into buzzsaws of teeth that grotesquely clicked as they opened. The face-deer only screamed as the clicking creatures devoured it.
“Run!” Leo reminded, shooting as some started to near us. “Run!”
That shook us out, and we ran, terror in our very veins. They seemed more interested in the fallen deer than us- but we still ran until we could no longer.
Actually, it was until I fell off and entered the third layer.
A weight appeared on my chest and I fought it off, thinking I was about to die- but the soft, furry creature atop me jumped off. It wasn’t one of the clicking monsters.
And then I realized the third layer was bright. The trees themselves were glowing now, not the insect fruits of before. And there were a whole host of new, bizarre creatures.
The thing I’d pushed off was some sort of rabbit, covered in glowing blue stripes. If layer two had been a forest of darkness this was it’s very opposite.
In the skies there were ribbons of glowing creatures- thin kites on an unseen wind. The trees were alive with all sorts of furried friends, darting here and there and eating odd colored berries that didn’t seem real.
Anya pointed and spoke, “Look!” It was the outpost, in ruins.
“But what attacked it?” Gail murmured, as we walked over.
We entered through a hole in the wall. The place was oddly peaceful, calming, now home to bioluminescent little ants that dotted the place. Occasionally, one or two of the face-deer would appear, licking the dots up with twin tongues that emerged from it’s too-human face.
“Cute,” Leo joked, picking one up and stroking it. It screamed back at him, chilling and he dropped it. “Never doing that again.”
The place was… too peaceful. And- “what happened to their bodies?” I posited. “If they were attacked- where’s their blood? Their corpses?”
Anya shrugged. “It is odd- perhaps they got devoured.” She gestured to the many oddities around us. “But you’re right, there should be bones, at least.”
This was when we heard the screaming. And all of a sudden every single creature retreated away, disappearing from view, save for the tiny ants inside with us. The screaming was a cacophony of voices, realer than the ones we’d heard from the face-deer.
“I think we need to go,” Leo whispered, holding out the red ‘data module’ in his hands. “Now.”
The screaming got ever closer, and the trees in front of the outpost, beyond a window, started to shake. “I concur.”
We were backing away when we heard the squelching of something loud and heavy. Turning around, we saw the screaming creature we’d heard. It was massive, fleshy, and filled with tiny gaping holes, some filled with eyes, all rising, breathing as one.
I nearly threw up. But that was for a different reason.
The holes were one thing. But the screaming, severed bodies of dozens of people attached the the eye-full monster was another. They screamed and screamed, their bodies unneatly joined and sown into the creature.
It sniffed the air and walked over to the glass, looking in as we hid. “What is it?” I squealed. “What the hell is that?”
The face of a victim in military clothes appeared at the window, screaming, face slowly popping, skin repairing and being digested all at once. Anya flipped through the pages. “They called it a Fleshweave. It absorbs bodies and eats them that way.”
That would explain the lack of bodies we’d seen.
The window shattered- and the thing began to force itself on it, flesh turning to churned cylinders through the window. The bodies, crushed further, screamed some more.
So we ran as the beasts fell into the room with a plop. And despite it’s heavy, gluttonous form it charged forwards, faster than it looked.
Out the outpost we went. I felt a meaty hand hit me and then I fell. It stalked towards me, but a gunshot from Leo burst it’s pus-ridden hand, covered my in grotesque, viscous liquid.
I picked myself up and ran from the screaming thing, up the steep slope and climbing onto the second layer.
I fell again, but Anya caught me, helping me up.
Leo did the same for Gail- but she slipped and fell back into the third layer. The thing approached her, all of it’s pulsing eyes upon her. “Help me!” she bellowed. “Don’t leave me-”
Leo prepared to jump down- but it was too late. The Fleshweave simply picked her up and it opened it’s skin, forging her into her body- er, her top half,- it severed the rest.
“Go!” I snapped, dragging the mercenary to action. The creature behind us lifted itself onto the dark forest and continued to follow.
Gail, merged with the other unfortunate bodies, screamed. I almost stopped in terror from the sound, but flight-or-fight forced me to continue.
Click-click. We found ourselves back in the center of the abode with the insect fruit. And the insects were clearly attracted to the stench of decay the monster emanated. Limbs emerged, and the face-beetles jumped up and swarmed the creatures.
I don't know if the creature was killed by it. I only remember Gail’s face as the insects started to pick her body- and so many others like her- apart.
The way out seemed harder than going in, but we made it. We survived. We reached the outpost and handed our data module to the man who’d offered us the deal. “Impressive,” he congratulated. “You’re the first team back.”
“I want out now,” I panted. “Back to real life.”
He patted me on the shoulder and gave me a sad smile. “According to the world you’ve already died by suicide in your cell,” he informed. “See, there’s a way the people I work for have operated so cleanly for the past few centuries.” He paused and took a step back. “We can’t afford loose ends, see, and you’ve shown us you have the guts to survive Bandai La- er, the Sea of Green.”
I took a step back, panicking. “What do you mean?”
He sighed. “We can’t give you a new life and risk exposing our operation here,” he explained. “And we still need ah, expendable people to lead us to whatever’s in the center of the island.” He handed me a can of soda. “Welcome to your new life. The Company really values your dedication as a treasured employee.”
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But I don’t want this. I was promised freedom. And they can’t keep me from exposing them- I’ve typed this up and Anya did something to the tablet so I can receive and post things online.
I’m not sure if this’ll work. But if it is: I’m on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. There’s a forest that goes on forever and I’m being held as some sort of explorer by some Company.
Find me. Before I die.

I am a mom documenting SEEG experiance on behalf of my 15 year old son. Hoping this will provide insight and aid other families with similar concerns.
Day 1 - Checked into the hospital at 5:30 AM. Anesthesiologist met and asked few questions to clarify allergies and other pre existing conditions - which are negative for us.
Our Neuro surgeon met with us to explain what will be done . 2 hrs of prep work involving shaving my son hair, mapping the electrode position using the robotic tool to insert them precisely . She informed most electrodes will be in his left side with 1 in the center. A CT scan will be done post op to ensure no hemorrhage, fluid build up etc.
They put IV and shortly a general anesthesia to make him feel light headed . My son asked few questions and was slowly taken to the operating room and while the parents were sent to the waiting area.
Exactly after 2 hrs, we got a text to confirm they are ready for surgery. We received notifications every hr from them updating on the progress. It took 3 hrs for the surgery to be completed.
Our surgeon and epileptologist who recommended this procedure met with us to explain next steps. Total 8 electrodes were inserted , 7 in the left frontal lobe and 1 in the center. He will not be given seizure meds from tonight. He will be given steroid and antibiotics which will be tappered off in the next few days to ensure there is no infection. Pain meds will be given on a need basis.
We were taken to meet him in PACU, when my son was able to hear and talk but was very tired due to meds. He drank apple juice and vitals were monitored. He mentioned abt head pain… rated it at a level 4 in the 1 to 10 range. We were taken into the EMU unit in the next 15 minutes where we will be spending the next few days hoping and praying to get seizures so they can capture info.
Our neurologist visited us and made him move hands, legs, eye movement, verified pain levels and informed that for tonight he can rest as usual since he will be on meds effect. Starting tomorrow he will have more tests to baseline his cognitive skills - reading , math etc along with flashing lights and other things to see if they would cause seizures.
He was allowed to eat anything he wants, however he was too tired to eat, had few bites of rice and 1 small ice cream . He does wake up for checkups and goes right back to sleep.
Hope this helps. I will update this thread as we go. Please keep my son in your prayers and hope that he gets the seizures soon enough so we can go home and feel better and hopefully get some positive info on possibly attain seizure freedom.
Note : cause of his seizures is focal cortical dysplasia in the left suculus close to his speech area. Docs want to identify the seizure onset zone and get additional j fo to provide further recommendations .

Hello - I'm (33F) looking for help and advice regarding my in-laws and the difficulties we face with their involvement in our lives. I would greatly appreciate your insights and suggestions on this matter.
Here's some context to provide a better understanding of the situation: My husband (33M), our 2-year-old daughter, and I live about 10 hours away from my in-laws by car. We both work full-time, and with a young child, it can be quite challenging to make the long trip to visit them frequently.
My mother-in-law consistently puts guilt on my husband, pressuring him to visit more often. However, when we do manage to make the trip, our visits often feel disappointing. Instead of spending quality time together, my in-laws isolate themselves in their bedroom, watching television.
To make matters worse, they complain about our infrequent visits but then make excuses when they have days off work, claiming they need to run errands all day instead of being able to spend time with us or our daughter. Additionally, on two occasions, they've planned their own trips in the middle of the week when we had planned to visit them, leaving us alone for a few days at their home. Whenever we are making a visit, they love to constantly bring up all of the things we will do as a family on our "next visit" and none of those plans ever play out. It's disheartening and frustrating to feel that our visits go unappreciated.
In the past two years, they have only made the effort to visit us once, and that was for just a single day. Needless to say, this situation has left me incredibly frustrated.
To add to the complexity, we live in the same city as my parents, who have put in tremendous effort to build a strong bond with our daughter. They play with her, take her on outings like storytime at the library, and have even cared for her on long weekends. In contrast, my in-laws haven't made the same level of effort. The most they do is sit our daughter in front of the television with her favorite show, which doesn't foster the same kind of engagement or connection.
This discrepancy has had an impact on our daughter's relationship with her paternal grandparents. She is much more reserved and shy around them, which saddens my husband. He wishes his parents would make a genuine effort to develop a deeper connection with our daughter, similar to the one she has with my parents. His thought is that if we just keep visiting, things will get better.
I'd love to hear your advice on how to navigate this delicate dynamic. How can I communicate my concerns effectively to my husband, and how can we address this issue with his parents without causing unnecessary tension? I want to find a solution that allows us to maintain a healthy relationship with them while also considering our own limitations and priorities.
Thank you in advance for your support and insights. I truly appreciate it!

I'll briefly explain my hair loss and treatment timeline, then explain the conclusion my hair surgery and treatment clinic in New Zealand came to, as I'm curious about others thoughts on their summary.
Early 20's - Began noticing some thinning to the sides of my front hairline, and crown. Slight itching
By Mid 20's thinning got slightly more aggressive, however I also started getting a very oily and itchy scalp, but only in the locations on the scalp I was thinning, not all over. This was the first time I started to suspect that the scalp oil/itch and hair loss must be related, otherwise why would the oil/itch only be in the same spots and not everywhere like normal dandruff.
I kept the itchy scalp at bay using anti-dandruff shampoos, was still oily though. this was the way that it was for the next 13 or so years till my late 30's when I said enough was enough and looked into medical treatment again. I had looked at finasteride in my mid 20's but got scared off by the side effects, even though in hindsight the % of people who experience them is less than 5%, and I could have stopped taking it if I did get sides. Again in hindsight there was nothing to lose, shame I didn't think about it harder at the time. Anyway...
So I got prescribed finasteride 1mg from my doctor and began taking it. 3 months later there was no improvement to my hair quality (wasn't surprised as I knew it takes 9-12 months of follicle shedding/regrowth cycles to start seeing results. however, the itchy/oily scalp hadn't stopped either and because it was isolated to my thinning areas, I began to suspect finasteride was doing nothing, or wasn't strong enough.
I stumbled across dutasteride after reading about its higher potency due to the multiple 5-AR enzymes it targets and its much longer metabolic half life (5 weeks for dutasteride vs 6-8 hours for finasteride). So after approaching my doctor for an off label use prescription, I began taking 0.5mg daily. 2 weeks later, my scalp itch completely disappeared! 6 months or so later my hair quality had improved so much it looked as good at it did in my mid 20s!
I kept this dosage for the next 5 years until one day I went to fill a prescription and dutasteride had been discontinued in New Zealand, and began to panic. I reluctantly went back to my doctor and asked if he could prescribe me 5mg daily dose of finasteride as a substitute, which he gave me. However after 2 months off dutasteride and taking the elevated 5mg daily dose of finasteride, the scalp itch returned with a vengeance, and a few months after that my hair began to thin again. Eventually I contacted a hair clinic with surgeons who had offices in Australia and New Zealand. They said they could prescribe me dutasteride in Australia and have an Australian pharmacy send it to me in New Zealand. Perfectly legal so long as its personal use and no more than 3 months supply. Fine by me. So I'm back on dutasteride, scalp itch has gone again and now I'm just waiting for my hair to recover.
Conclusion from the hair clinic - They said normally dutasteride works for some people because their DHT overproduction is so high that finasteride can't keep up with it because of its short half life in your, so dutasteride stays longer in your system and builds up to give better suppression. In my case however they said the cause was probably different, and the scalp itch/oil was the giveaway.
The clinics summary was that DHT is produced in the scalp from hair follicle via the type 2 variant of the 5AR enzyme, and from the sebaceous glands via the type 1 variant of the 5AR enzyme. Overproduction of DHT in the sebaceous glands causes hyperactivity in the gland causing it to become inflamed and overproduce scalp oil. The scalp oil is a superfood for the dandruff fungus (which explains the itch). The scalp oil is apparently loaded with DHT and makes its way into the hair follicle via the oil. So their conclusion was that most likely in my case, dutasteride worked so well not necessarily because of how long it lasts in the system, but because it blocks both type 1 and 2 enzymes and therefore the DHT produced in the hair follicle as well as the sebaceous gland, whereas finasteride can only target DHT in the follicle. They said that with my condition, I could have taken 10x the daily dose of finasteride and it wouldn't likely have helped, because the cause was likely coming from the sebaceous gland over producing DHT and not the follicle. Again, this conclusion was strongly indicated by the accompanying scalp irritation and oil production which also ceased once I started on dutasteride.
So, to anyone out there who not only has hair loss in specific areas of the scalp, but also has itchy oily hair in the same areas, it's entirely possible that you could be better off on dutasteride. My suggestion aside from speaking to a professional is to try finasteride first for a few months, and if the scalp itch doesn't go away it could be time to switch gears to dutasteride and see if it helps. But try finasteride first as it's nowhere near as potent and therefore much safer.

I am a mom documenting SEEG experiance on behalf of my 15 year old son. Hoping this will provide insight and aid other families with similar concerns.
Day 1 - Checked into the hospital at 5:30 AM. Anesthesiologist met and asked few questions to clarify allergies and other pre existing conditions - which are negative for us.
Our Neuro surgeon met with us to explain what will be done . 2 hrs of prep work involving shaving my son hair, mapping the electrode position using the robotic tool to insert them precisely . She informed most electrodes will be in his left side with 1 in the center. A CT scan will be done post op to ensure no hemorrhage, fluid build up etc.
They put IV and shortly a general anesthesia to make him feel light headed . My son asked few questions and was slowly taken to the operating room and while the parents were sent to the waiting area.
Exactly after 2 hrs, we got a text to confirm they are ready for surgery. We received notifications every hr from them updating on the progress. It took 3 hrs for the surgery to be completed.
Our surgeon and epileptologist who recommended this procedure met with us to explain next steps. Total 8 electrodes were inserted , 7 in the left frontal lobe and 1 in the center. He will not be given seizure meds from tonight. He will be given steroid and antibiotics which will be tappered off in the next few days to ensure there is no infection. Pain meds will be given on a need basis.
We were taken to meet him in PACU, when my son was able to hear and talk but was very tired due to meds. He drank apple juice and vitals were monitored. He mentioned abt head pain… rated it at a level 4 in the 1 to 10 range. We were taken into the EMU unit in the next 15 minutes where we will be spending the next few days hoping and praying to get seizures so they can capture info.
Our neurologist visited us and made him move hands, legs, eye movement, verified pain levels and informed that for tonight he can rest as usual since he will be on meds effect. Starting tomorrow he will have more tests to baseline his cognitive skills - reading , math etc along with flashing lights and other things to see if they would cause seizures.
He was allowed to eat anything he wants, however he was too tired to eat, had few bites of rice and 1 small ice cream . He does wake up for checkups and goes right back to sleep.
Hope this helps. I will update this thread as we go. Please keep my son in your prayers and hope that he gets the seizures soon enough so we can go home and feel better and hopefully get some positive info on possibly attain seizure freedom.
Note : cause of his seizures is focal cortical dysplasia in the left suculus close to his speech area. Docs want to identify the seizure onset zone and get additional j fo to provide further recommendations .

I am looking to have a tattoo sketch done up of a charjabug and blaziken either playing together or something. My favorite pokemon is charjabug and my wifes is blaziken. So if you can make me something that represents both pokemon I would be greatly appreciative.
Budget is $50, I know it's not much but I am a little on the underfunded side.
Thanks for your consideration!

Posted this same thing on ffxiv but thought i'd put it here too.
I hope you'll all excuse me, This is literally my first ever original Reddit post, I've had my account for some time and spend most of my time lurking rather than participating in conversations, but I've been thinking about this over the last several months. I've put some thought into basic ideas for new Jobs for FFXIV. I'm no expert in balancing or concept design so these are very flawed and barebones, I haven't taken any time to think too far in depth but I'd like to share the ideas regardless.
Mystic Knight/Spellblade - this might seem counter-intuitive, but I think Mystic Knight/Spellblade would make quite an interesting tank class. I imagine it having 3 or 4 different element "stances" it enchants it's weapon (perhaps a scimitar?) with that cause it's skills to have different effects. For instance, it could enchant it's weapon with Lightning or Fire as it's general "tank stance", causing it's attacks to generate more enmity. It could also have a water stance that makes the attacks self heal, a wind stance that increases skill speed, things of that nature. I do understand that this kind of mechanic would require a lot of Stance-Dancing which many people may not enjoy, But it is in the nature of a Mystic Knight to re-enchant their blade with the necessary element depending on the situation.
Chemist- Obviously if Chemist were a playable combat job it would ideally be a healer, it's main hand could be something ranged like a crossbow or throwing knives, or perhaps even not have a traditional weapon and just carry a bottomless bag for it's item-throwing skills. For offense, it could theoretically have items such as acids/poisons for damage over time, minor chemical explosives of varying effects reminiscent of Rikku's Overdrive Mix in Final Fantasy X, and for healing it could simply have the traditional healing items on varying cooldowns, Potion would be the equivalent of Cure 1/physick/diagnosis/benefic, Hi Potion for Cure 2, Mega Potion for Medica and maybe even support items, to use FFX as an example again, like Light Curtain for a temporary damage reduction effect. Obviously these items already exist in game, but personally I haven't met anyone higher than level 10 who actually uses them for the most part (with the exception of some savage raiders using hi-ethers sometimes) and the existing items (or the chemist skills) could be renamed/reworked if necessary.
Again, I haven't put any thought into balancing or potential issues, these are both very crude slapped together ideas that I welcome any feedback on.

I got Tenorshare 4DDig to try to recover some files I deleted by accident that didn't go to the recycle bin. It worked so I paid for it and recovered everything. The next day I noticed my computer was having issues.
With Streamlabs, Discord, and Chrome running, programs kept freezing. For Chrome, tabs would either not load and give a "Not enough memory" error or they would load but immediately stop responding.
I uninstalled Streamlabs and OBS, did a hard reset of the PC, and reinstalled just regular OBS. Since then everything is slightly better. The three programs can coexist but there's a few drawbacks. I'm not allowed to have more than four tabs in Chrome or it freezes. And I'm functionally forbidden from running a fourth program. Not even little things like Calculator. If I try, the fourth program freezes instantly.
Now granted my PC does need to be cleaned (dusty af inside) and I'm only running on 8GB of RAM, but it still seems odd that I didn't start having issues until the day after downloading and using 4DDig. Can't find anything on google about it being malware so thought maybe it's a side effect of something related to it.
So is 4DDig bad, is it safe but still causing this sonehow, or is it just a dumb coincidence?

Whenever I try opening up about my gender dysphoria whoever I’m talking to regardless of if they’re trans or not jumps straight to “Oh dw you take HRT and you’re happy.” Honestly the idea that I need to take medications and do surgeries to look like a woman is a massive source of dysphoria for me. Side effects like infertility also make me uneasy, and the fact that it isn’t guaranteed that I will even pass. I just wish someone would be more understanding that I don’t feel comfortable wanting to medically transition and wish I could just pass. I want to be born a girl, I would pick being a cisgirl over being a trans girl any day of the week. I hate this idea that HRT is this magic potion that fixes all your problems.

This is a throwaway because I am scared that I will be yelled at or emotionally hurt if they find this. I would also like to present both sides but know I have an inherit bias to myself. Some details were changed because I am scared.
I left a friendship with a group of people I played a game with. It was a game of cyberpunk and it was a bad relationship that I regret not leaving sooner. It started out hard, with one player (P.O.P) playing a character filled with self-harm and an abrasive attitude. I put up with that though had my character want to talk multiple times about it. There were insults said to my character but I brushed it off as it seemed to be the groups sense of humor. There was a small argument over it in game and I tried my best to fix it in game but there was no reception to it.
We (I and P.O.P) out of game discussed it and planned our characters to talk it out. It stated out on P.O.P's character but quickly became focuosed on mine. They asked some very upsetting questions of my character before revealing that their character was a SA perpetrator. I reacted poorly and I still feel bad about that. I said some not nice things in dms about their character and reacted poorly at table. I apologized after the player said they felt hurt by it. I discussed options on how I could move forward with Pop and what I could do to make up for this. It ended with me dropping the current character and making a new one. It was revealed next session that Pop's character was not a r****t, they knew the whole time their character was not one. I made a new character. I had minimum support doing this and two weeks later was told I had plagiarized everything about my character from other players. I was told I couldn't play a character like an NPC even before debuting my new character. I got mad because for two weeks I had every trait about him questioned and ran them by people to make sure I got it right. There were some similarities and I apologized and changed things about the character, working with them a bit to make sure it didn't happen again. They said that for how long we all played together, I should know everything about their characters, including design details. I did not know and proceeded to memorize everyone else's character to make sure it didn't happen again and asking if I could doi certain things. I revealed I was autistic when questioned why I didn't know things they viewed as implicit. They were apparently the mouthpiece for a portion of the whole group and revealed that fact to them. I forgave them. I tried committed myself to trying to be better. A month later, the person apologized for the SA reveal after learning it was a trigger for me. I didn't reveal it prior because I was afraid that if I brought it up in the pervious argument it would have been manipulative. It was brought up when we were discussing media. I also apologized again for my behavior in last month. To their credit they would then go out of their way to exclude that from future session. They said they didn't see how it was upsetting until I revealed that about me.
This was the start of a cycle for me. I would do something they were hurt by unknowingly. I would receive messages from multiple people about it. I would apologize and change, such as either changing designs or leaving games. It would be okay till I got messages again. It didn't matter the context, it didn't matter if I was defending myself. Each time this happened, the previous cycle was brought up again and I would apologize for it again. Throughout all of this, there were remarks about how they hated my old character at the table and everyone was cold to me in general. The group said that their characters were at their most distrusting and I also brushed it off as them letting off steam because I reacted poorly (I still regret that).
Overtime, these mistakes would be at the forefront of my mind. I researched toxic behavior and read self help books to try to fix the underlying behavior in me. I was rarely talked to outside of the game, yet they called me friend so I stayed to work on this. It felt like nothing I was doing was enough and I was constantly told I was not taking accountability. This especially happened when in-game, my new character stood up to slights such as insults to his name and being yelled at. His trait was confidence and I viewed confident people as not putting up with insults. I was told it was causing too much friction and that I was insensitive. I don't know if I was or not still. The table would bring up talks of suicide unprompted and it always seemed like I was wrong for being uncomfortable, I would be told something was okay at table and later be yelled at in dms for it. They would tell me I was angry at them or I hated something when I had told them I wasn't (truly I was not till after arguments and even that was short lived.) I stopped telling them I was hurt. I was called confrontational when I did vent once about how it felt like I couldn't defend myself.
I cried in private after arguments. I would not tell them if I was hurt because the one time I did, I got yelled at for it and was told I hurt them. I apologized and stopped playing with them as repentance but still stuck around. I started having panic attacks because I was a bad person. I had panic attacks thinking of playing with them. I couldn't focus. I could never talk about it because that is manipulative and I always wanted to focus on their feelings because I had hurt them. Pop was always talking about how much people asked of him and how miserable he was. I didn't want to add to that.
This was a later trend I noticed and am not sure that if it was new or not, but whenever Pop got mad, they would change their status to being something like "I am going to throttle the next person who argues with me" and there was always a part where other people agreed with the statement given by Pop. One statement was "don't trust her" after another augment. Soon others beside Pop would message me too about stuff like that. I started to check the status when dealing with Pop. The catalysis for me leaving was when Pop and some others in the group got mad at a fellow group member for something that they could not have known. I saw the status and feared what Pop would say to them. I reached out to check on them and confessed I did because of the status. It felt manipulative to share that with the person.
I left the group chat. Pop messaged me and apologized if I was driven away by anything Pop did. I said nothing was wrong with him. Pop called me friend, it felt wrong. I still talked to the group for a while, just away from all of them as a whole. I was happier, but the panic attacks did not cease. I fully left after my boyfriend broke up with me when I became inconvenient to see and I had one too many insults given to me. I blocked people out of the blue. I forgot to block one and a week later after fully leaving, he sent a message request to me. I accepted. He confirmed I was blocking people. I said I was hurt. He said he didn't fully believe me and said I was avoiding accountability. The last argument I had was a month ago. He forwarded a message from Pop calling me manipulative, telling me how he thought I felt because that's how he felt years ago, that I was conflict avoidant, that he hated me but sent this last message because he cared and wanted me to get batter. Pop called me emotionally abusive, that behind the scenes he did so much to keep me around and limit conflicts i caused. I finished blocking everyone who I knew Pop knew because I was afraid of getting another message.
I am trying to start doing things I liked again, I stopped someway through all of this. I am afraid of seeing Pop again and the hurt that will come with it.
I was confident in leaving before this now I am not. I don't know if I was an abuser. I talked to family and friends who knew this was going on, who told me to leave before but I didn't listen to. They read some messages and told me I was not abusive. But sometimes people side with abusers out of fear or not wanting to see a friend as an abuser. I don't know what Pop wants from me or what would satisfy the group for accountability. I used to be sure of myself. I used to not flack on people as much as I did. I hurt Pop.
This is a biased report though. I doubt abusers see themselves as such and it was a group of people saying it. I could be being defensive and blind and wanting to not see myself as abusive because no one wants to see that about themselves. I said some bad things and do not claim sainthood or victimhood, life is too complicated to do that and my view to narrow.
Do you have advice or opinions on this? I am lost and don't know if I am horrible or not, if there is a blind spot I am missing. I don't have that group and somewhere along the way, I ended up with very few people still here. I don't know if I can trust the opinion of people outside of the group of me.

I have experience completely taking apart a cube bike to sand down the frame and give it new paint and putting it back together with new parts, so i think the assembly part is fine.
But i do not have enough expertise and knowledge to know what things would be the best/fastest/cheapest or comfortable.
What am i using it for ? I am gonna use it for commuting ( i bike everywhere that is under 20-40km, in normal clothes) so comfort and effectivity (speed and ease of using it) is my big concerns.
I am good at maintaining a bike too, but would also love for options that require the least amount of upkeep.
The stuff i am unsure of, i know the basics like weight but none of the other concerns.

• carbon vs aluminium or other wheels ? Wanted to try out chinese carbon
  
• carbon vs aluminium or other frame? Wanted to try out chinese carbon
  
• disc breaks vs v brakes and rim brakes, have no disc break experience.
  
• derailleurs 10 11 etc speed ( i use 10 atm) is there any thing to think about. Cause i have been thinking of finding a good 2x12 speed chinese set of the whole groupset. Otherwise i have been looking at shimano r7000 105s
  

-bike size and saddle stuff ( male bit muscly 85kg and 178cm tall)

• straight bar vs hooked bar, i guess most of it can be adjusted no matter the bar with the stem and some sort of adjustable handlebar extender. But there is a big difference in using a road bike shiftebreak combo ( i do own a road carbon bike with a hook grip).

I'm just finishing my second month at 5mg and set to start my 3rd month in about a week. How long are people sticking at one dose? I'm still having some nasty side effects on day 1 and 2 after the injections. I'm scared to go up because I know they'll just intensify.
Mostly day 1 and 2 I have been feeling weak and a little dizzy, and my stomach is in knots at times. It usually passes by day 3 and i feel back to normal usually by day 4 or 5.
I've lost about 10 pounds in 3 months and have noticed a significant decrease in appetite and my blood sugar has dropped by alot. I think part of my issue is my sugars have been so high for so long, my body hates having normal blood sugar levels.
What has been your experience? When did you go up?

I am NOT OP. Original post by u/WhiskeyGinger99 in TrueOffMyChest and relationship_advice
trigger warnings: infidelity, emotional abuse, potential animal abuse
mood spoilers: hopeful
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Note: OOP posted twice the first day, once in relationship_advice and once in TrueOffMyChest. The update was posted in TrueOffMyChest
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Post #1, in relationship_advice:
My(24f) boyfriend (24m) of 4 years has been cheating for 6 months. - May 14, 2023
So I'm on mobile and this is all very fresh so I apologize for any spelling errors or formatting issues.
Basically what the title says. I woke up yesterday to a text from the other woman (she found my facebook) telling me everything. She didn't know I even existed, but as soon as she learned he had a girlfriend she came right to me. I was just fucking sick, I kept telling myself this couldn't be real. That my baby wouldn't do this to me, that he loves me. But it was all true. She showed me the evidence and when I confronted him he didn't even try to deny it. Just made some lame ass excuses like "I was depressed" and "We had common interests".
This piece of shit laid in bed next to me every night, reassuring me that I was loved and he wouldn't ever hurt me. I've been so insecure for weeks now that something was gonna happen, that things in my life never stay good this long. Well, I was sure as shit right. He was doing us both in the same day just to try to keep up his lies. Now both the other woman and I have to get STD tests cause I don't believe him when he says we were the only ones.
I don't know how to move on from this. I kicked him out and I won't be taking him back, but how do I ever learn to trust again? He was my entire world, every aspect of my life is tainted by his memory. If someone who had dedicated himself to me for so long would do this, then how can I trust someone I just met?
I don't even have many guy friends cause he was too insecure, I had to be ultra modest and couldn't really hang out with guys. I don't even like the way I look anymore because all I see is how the other woman is prettier, skinnier, has a flat belly. Idk I'm just rambling at this point.
TL;DR My now ex boyfriend of 4 years was cheating on me for 6 months before he got caught. How can I even start to heal from this?
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Post #2, same day, in TrueOffMyChest:
Just found out my boyfriend of 4 years has been cheating on me for 6 months - May 14, 2023
I am pissed to say the least. Also on mobile, sorry for any spelling errors or formatting issues.
But yeah 4 years, an entire life built together, just gone like that because he had to get his dick wet. He didn't even have a good excuse just "I'm depressed" and "We had common interests". Its honestly pathetic, I can't believe I loved this man. He had everyone fooled about what kind of vile trash he actually is. Now I have to get all his shit out of my house, find a new job since he convinced me to quit mine, and start over. I'm just so numb, it doesn't feel real yet. Honestly all cheaters deserve every kind of hell that comes their way. Grow a pair and just be honest. Don't traumatize someone the way he did me. Because now I have to figure out how to trust someone all over again.
I guess jokes on him though, both the side piece and I agree that he sucks in bed lol.
Edit: The other woman is the one who told me btw. She is actually very sweet and I believe her when she says she didn't know about me. Tbh I think she hates him more than I do.
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Update post in TrueOffMyChest:
Update: I just found out my boyfriend of 4 years has been cheating for 6 months - May 23, 2023
First of all I just want to say thank you for all the love and support I received in the comments. All the amazing comments really helped me with knowing I made the right choice. Its been a little over a week now since I kicked him out now and I have some new updates.
My ex and his mother came to pick up his stuff the day after while I was with my own mom. I still feel awful that his mom had to spend mother's day moving all his crap out of my house. Since then all communication has been through her. She's come over a few times to grab things he left, and we've had a good time just talking. We were always close and she is 100% on my side in this. Honestly I think she is angrier at her son than I am.
As for me, well, I'm doing really really good. I just got a new job today, and I start on Thursday. Fingers crossed I'll be able to be completely independent of him in the next month. I've been slowly cleaning the house after he left it a disaster. His old office was the absolute worst, he just left piles of trash in the corner for me to deal with. I feel like I owe my trash guys some cookies or something for the amount of crap they hauled away.
But the biggest update of all is that I've started seeing someone new. My new boyfriend is so amazing, I can't believe he's real sometimes. We have been friends for almost a year now and he's been my biggest supporter through my breakup. There was some mutual attraction, but we kept our distance due to me being in a relationship. I didn't even intend to start dating again so soon, but I just fell head over heels for him. We're taking things slow right now, I still need to heal and he's perfectly fine with that. Although to be honest, it feels like the best revenge to be seeing a new guy who treats me like an absolute princess while having my ex still pay my bills.
I realize now just how abusive my ex was. I always told myself that because he never hit me and supported me through my mental health struggles that he couldn't be abusive. But the more distance I get, the more I wipe every trace of him from my home, the more I realize how much I lived in fear of him. I lied so much to the people I loved just so no one knew who he really was. If he was in a bad mood he would just pick at me and try to hurt me. I was his bangmaid, and nothing else. He spent all his time away from me, locked in his office. And I'm not the only one he treated badly. The change in my dog is absolutely insane, its like he's a new animal. I worry now what was really going on when I wasn't around. I never knew my dog was so playful, I always assumed he was just lazy. Turns out he loves to play and bark and just be a dog without a grown man screaming at him.
So yeah, life is going really well. I go to get the STD test done in an hour and a half, so I'll make a small update on this post when I get the results.
Edit: So I'm seeing a lot of people accusing me of having an emotional affair in the comments, which I totally understand given the information I provided. Firstly, he lives 11 hours away and we have never even met in person. When I say we had a thing for eachother, I don't mean we had feelings for eachother or even a crush. We both thought the other was good looking but drew a hard line when it came to flirting or anything like that. If we hung out in a voice channel it was only in a group, and our dms were exclusively asking if the other was joining the group for games. Something I still do to my other friends. I was admittedly checked out of my relationship for a while, but that was after the cheating started and he became distant. I worked a lot and really didn't do much else aside from play games online with friends like once a week. I totally understand if people still feel like I had an emotional affair, I just wanted to add some more context. Figured an edit would be easier than replying to individual comments.
Edit: Okay I'm sick of explaining this over and over. Whether you think I had an emotional affair or not is whatever. But I was not checked out of my relationship. I was actively trying to fix things with my now ex up until the moment I learned he fucked another woman. Do not try to sit here and tell me that my choice to start dating my friend is equal to the constant lies and gaslighting my ex put me through. This man sat there and held me while I cried about how scared I was to lose him. He told me over and over that he loved me, that I was just paranoid, that he would never cheat on me. He cared more about getting laid (and mind you we had a very active sex life) than he did about being faithful to someone he made a commitment to. How can you even think that me finding my friend's voice attractive, a friend mind you that I was never even alone with, is just as bad or the reason he cheated? True emotional affairs are awful, they're just as painful as cheating. I made sure every step of the way that I never crossed that line. I was respectful, I was loyal, and I never said anything that could even be registered as flirting until AFTER MY EX AND I BROKE UP. My ex was a horrible abusive piece of shit. There are holes in the walls of my home because of him. I get scared any time my dog bothers someone to play with him because I'm worried my pup is going to get yelled at. I spent 4 years on eggshells because of him. Don't fucking pity him or tell me that his cheating and abuse is my fault. I met my now boyfriend is August of 2022. I had been with my ex since December of 2018. So please, keep telling me that his behavior was because of a so called "emotional affair".
Edit: Clarified some statements that seemed to be confusing people.
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Reminder - I am not the original poster.

Hi, I met this guy on tinder in the winter. He was very sweet and we hit it off so well. Mutual chemistry, attraction, and flirting. He even sang me a birthday song on my birthday like right at midnight, as a text.
I found him to be so thoughtful and interesting to talk to. I got a huge smile on my face when he’d messaged and I was growing to trust him.
We met up in April and had two amazing dates. Lots of chemistry, great conversation, fun flirty friendship. We kissed and on the second date, I actually grew to really have a crush on him. We sat on his couch for 7 hours and just talked. He played my favorite album for me and we talked and talked about music. We kissed and cuddled, and tbh I felt wonderful. I felt like it was an easy, mutual connection. I really enjoyed him, his thoughts and opinions, and his energy.
I don’t want a really serious relationship, and neither does he. So we kinda just kept it a flirty and fun thing. Until the third date. Tragically during a weird bear hug, he broke my ribs. He popped my sternum pretty badly and the other rib is so injured. It’s been five weeks and I’m in so much pain sill.
I’ve been a vet tech for years. I moved up Here to work and to heal from past bad relationships. I got very emotional from not being able to work. And not being able to have my life: had to quit aerial yoga, no bike riding, chores and activities hurt, and I was in pain so much those first weeks. Initially, I was like “boy goodbye you suck”. But I changed my mind when he began to help me. I think I may have trauma bonded with him.
He would lift things I couldn’t, help me grocery shop, help with my household and all along we were really bonding. Or I believed we were. We cuddled and I felt so safe to talk to him. To open up to him and show him parts of myself and my world. I made it known that despite what happened, I wanted us to get through it together since it involves us both. And I let him know consistently that I had feelings for him. A crush on a boy who seemed willing to help make up for his mistake, and who seemed genuinely interested in me.
But since the rib incident maybe I was in my own head. He started getting detached. There was a moment he wasn’t offering any emotional care, he was distant and far away. If I asked him to help me do things he’d come right away and make time. But if I asked him to hang out with me or do something romantic with me he’d said no. I brought it up and he said it wasn’t me and he wasn’t pushing me away. But obviously I felt that way. The more and more he detached, the more I attached. Hot and cold relationships are very dangerous for me. He made me feel so comfortable, and then he was distant. I felt so confused. Addicted to the chase. For weeks. Until last week when I brought it up.
I went out and bought him a lovely turtle flower pot and gave him some mint I had grown myself. I wrote him a handwritten card about how much I cared about him, how open I was to hear how he was feeling, and that my heart was open to him if he wished.
He said thank you, was beyond the moon it seemed for the gift. But never responded to my feelings. Only kept saying how he was happy I consider him a friend. So I needed clarity. I asked for clarity and he said that since the rib he’s withdrawn. Too wracked with guilt to be there for me. He is the type that vanishes. Detaches. He’s not interested anymore in anything romantic. But he wants me in his life and wants to be my friend.
I was hurt because I really needed him to communicate that earlier, before I opened myself up further. I thought we were connecting but all along it was one sided. It hurt a lot and still hurts.
I asked for space to think and decided if I wanted to be friends. Truthfully, I had a hard time making the decision. I like him a whole bunch but he is very capable of hurting me, isn’t a safe emotional person, and his detachment is super triggering to me. I’ve been so triggered since that I’ve had many panic attacks and anxiety. I also just feel BAD. Like he was so into me at first then gradually stopped being present. It was mean and I felt like if he wants to be friends I need him to be aware of how he can hurt me.
Last night I saw he had unfollowed me on Instagram. So I check and he’s unfollowed me on everything. Blocked on Tik tok. And he even went as far as to unmatch me on tinder (we matched months ago in December ish and so for him to go out of his way to specifically not interact with me hurt so bad. I sobbed last night)
Im at a loss. He said he wanted to be friends and I seriously considered it given the chemistry, the conversations, and the effort I’ve already put in. I cherished his help while I healed. I’ve been helpless at work and so depressed since the injury. I wonder if I was too much. If I was too depressed or rocked by the broken rib for him. Like, did it make me not interesting anymore? Did it make him stop liking me? Did my pain make me unattractive and too much for him?
I don’t want to feel this way so I’m going no contact now. It feels forced… like he put me in this position with no agency. Clearly he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore or see me. He’s made it clear with his actions, even if his words are different.
I got a bill for $1,400 for the er visit. I need to know if I should ask him to compensate me at this point. He obviously doesn’t want any emotional or physical connection to me and I want to save myself from the pain of further rejection. But do I ask him for money since he caused the injury? What should I do?
I know it was an accident. I know he feels really bad. I know he’s said sorry countless times. And I have a huge part of my heart that says “forgive him, move on , ask for nothing”. But he really hurt me and affected my quality of life. I can’t afford $1,400 of hospital bills. What do I do?
Tl:dr my friend who I was initially dating broke my rib by accident. I felt really bad about it, but I accepted his apologies and help. He grew distant and stopped being present. Then I saw he blocked me on my social accounts. I am physically injured and emotionally hurt. I can’t afford the 1,400 hospital bill. I need help, what do I do?

I don't play competitively much, but I've got an event coming up to finish off 9th Edition and would appreciate some feedback. I know overall it is more on the thematic side, but I can't help myself. I have a "core" section that is pretty set, and then I'm looking to fill it out with Heavy Support and I have a few options.
In general I'm trying to focus on firepower in the early game followed up by weight of bolter fire (and their exploding 6's) in the mid-game, but I think I may be missing a bit of flexibility. Scoring has been a challenge in games when my early damage hasn't been effective enough. The THSS terminators may seem out of place but they are my rock in the mid-board in turns 3+
CF use Imperial Fists' devastator doctrine: Heavy Weapons S7 or higher get one additional damage against vehicles. Hence the mix of heavy & RF/assault weapons.
(Total points: 1750)
Core section:
Pedro Kantor Lieutenant - power fist Chief Apothecary 5x Aggressors 5x Terminators - THSS Invictor Warsuit - incendium cannon Leviathan - storm cannons 5x Inceptors - bolters 5x Inceptors - bolters
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TBD section:
Option 1 5x Eradicators - heavy & MM 3x Eliminators - fusils & carbine 3x Eliminators - fusils & carbine
Option 2 3x Suppressors 3x Eradicators - heavy & MM 3x Eliminators - fusils & carbine 3x Eliminators - fusils & carbine
Option 3 3x Eradicators - heavy & MM 3x Eradicators - heavy & MM 3x Eliminators - fusils & carbine

Anyone have any issue stopping 300 mg XL cold turkey? Psych said it's not a problem.
Psych pulled this one as within the second week of increasing the dose, the side effects came on in force. The worse being the blurriness of my vision increased considerably along with eye pain. Sleeping was nearly non-extant, The unquenchable thirst with my mouth feeling like I have the morning mouth feeling all day. And in the past three weeks I dropped two and half pant sizes and I just bought new pants dammit. Also had several others but, they weren't to bad.
UGH! Fifteenth try to quelch the depression.

This article describes so clearly where I’m at right now.
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2022/aug/20/adhd-drugs-side-effects-prescription-stimulants
Has anyone here found peace with themselves? And how?
I just literally hate myself so much. I want to be “normal” I just don’t get why my brain can’t keep up with normal life.

I am a mom documenting SEEG experiance on behalf of my 15 year old son. Hoping this will provide insight and aid other families with similar concerns.
Day 1 - Checked into the hospital at 5:30 AM. Anesthesiologist met and asked few questions to clarify allergies and other pre existing conditions - which are negative for us.
Our Neuro surgeon met with us to explain what will be done . 2 hrs of prep work involving shaving my son hair, mapping the electrode position using the robotic tool to insert them precisely . She informed most electrodes will be in his left side with 1 in the center. A CT scan will be done post op to ensure no hemorrhage, fluid build up etc.
They put IV and shortly a general anesthesia to make him feel light headed . My son asked few questions and was slowly taken to the operating room and while the parents were sent to the waiting area.
Exactly after 2 hrs, we got a text to confirm they are ready for surgery. We received notifications every hr from them updating on the progress. It took 3 hrs for the surgery to be completed.
Our surgeon and epileptologist who recommended this procedure met with us to explain next steps. Total 8 electrodes were inserted , 7 in the left frontal lobe and 1 in the center. He will not be given seizure meds from tonight. He will be given steroid and antibiotics which will be tappered off in the next few days to ensure there is no infection. Pain meds will be given on a need basis.
We were taken to meet him in PACU, when my son was able to hear and talk but was very tired due to meds. He drank apple juice and vitals were monitored. He mentioned abt head pain… rated it at a level 4 in the 1 to 10 range. We were taken into the EMU unit in the next 15 minutes where we will be spending the next few days hoping and praying to get seizures so they can capture info.
Our neurologist visited us and made him move hands, legs, eye movement, verified pain levels and informed that for tonight he can rest as usual since he will be on meds effect. Starting tomorrow he will have more tests to baseline his cognitive skills - reading , math etc along with flashing lights and other things to see if they would cause seizures.
He was allowed to eat anything he wants, however he was too tired to eat, had few bites of rice and 1 small ice cream . He does wake up for checkups and goes right back to sleep.
Hope this helps. I will update this thread as we go. Please keep my son in your prayers and hope that he gets the seizures soon enough so we can go home and feel better and hopefully get some positive info on possibly attain seizure freedom.
Note : cause of his seizures is focal cortical dysplasia in the left suculus close to his speech area. Docs want to identify the seizure onset zone and get additional j fo to provide further recommendations .

I have a 20lb 4yr old neutered male indoor short haired tabby who’s had intermittent allergy responses since he was a kitten, but has otherwise been healthy. It’s mainly his paw pads, one or two at a time, but occasionally mouth too. His paw pad (metatarsal, but sometimes digits if it’s worse) becomes red, inflamed, flakey on the sides & firm to the touch. He’d seen 3 vets over the years who treated as if it was a superficial wound even after I explained the pattern and why I thought it was an allergy thing. One vet even questioned if I understood what the word inflammation meant and acted like she couldn’t see anything wrong with his paw.
Eight days ago a new vet agreed it seems like an allergy response and gave a Convenia injection for infection on one of the two effected paws + daily 5mg prednisolone for 14 days, then every other day for 3 days. He made it sound like he didn’t think it was potentially PCP or EGC since only 2/4 paws had issues. The infection cleared up within 2 days, and his back paw shows improvement, but the front paw pad looks looks slightly worse to me now with inflammation.
I’d previously thought it was flea exposure toward the end of a topical treatment cycle, but recently noticed Reveal chicken & broth only wet food caused a mouth reaction that cleared when I stopped the food. The paws started after the mouth flare and persisted even after the wet food was stopped.
Any general advice for ways to boost his immune system and/or determine the underlying cause of the response outside of expensive tests or biopsies? The vet didn’t suggest anything else and didn’t seem to think preventive measures were necessary yet. This has happened multiple times until it just spontaneously disappears, but isn’t usually as bad as it is now. He’s a little itchy overall and occasionally a few sneezes, but nothing consistent and no eye or ear issues. I only use plant based cleaning products, have always used wood litter w/out additives or fragrances, vacuum almost daily, use glass or ceramic dishes, etc. I’ve tried fish oil, but my cat won’t touch anything I add even just a bit to. Currently trying Nutri-Vet Multi-Vite multivitamin paw gel but have read and seen less than stellar reviews of the product. I intend on following up w the vet tomorrow when he’s halfway through his meds. I tried to attach pics like the sub rules ask for, but it says pics or links aren’t allowed. We are in the central US.

Stellate ganglion block is a procedure used to treat several sorts of physical pain but has also been found to be a powerful source of relief for PTSD symptoms. Depression and anxiety resulting from/comorbid with PTSD tend to be reduced following SGB.
It is my sincere hope that more science will be done to weigh the benefits of layering these healing modalities in addition to studying them in isolation.
Now add ketamine.
Prior to SGB, ketamine caused me significant anxiety with a coincident increase of 30-60 beats/second in my heart rate. While I benefited from ketamine, the trips were, at times, punishing.
I had one bilateral SGB a month ago and, today, a right side SGB. I took my doctor-prescribed ketamine troche about an hour after returning home from the procedure–well within the 8 hours that the numbing agent was still working on my right nerve cluster. There was no anxiety from the ketamine. None.
My intent, and hope, in taking my ketamine, with the SGB in place (the numbing agent lasts ~8 hours), was to promote growth of more neurons in healthier and more prosocial parts of my brain. Like a gardener, I hope that I planted some seeds under optimal conditions–that these two modalities together heal more than either one can alone.
So far, so good. I had relief, though slight anxiety, when I returned from the procedure. Post-ketamine, my anxiety is even further dampened and my hope further rekindled. Only time will tell if I am right but with SGB and ketamine. I'm already pushing the boundaries of mental health medical interventions.
If you are diagnosed with PTSD. consider looking into stellate ganglion blocks guided by ultrasound. And consider taking your ketamine when you get home.