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so I received an email saying I can’t receive a grade lower than a C and can’t have any incomplete grades this quarter in order to continue my studies past spring quarter. Im doing really good so far in 2/3 of the classes that im taking but unfortunately I did horrible on the second midterm for biol 107. The professor just announced we should probably withdraw from the class at this point if we scored less than 40pts on midterm 2. Im wondering if I should withdraw considering im doing so bad or if it would be better to maybe pass with a C-/D or if im fucked either way. I haven’t contacted my advisor bc they take ages to reply and I figured I’d get some quick advice on here. I was also worried about FAFSA but I’ve heard I wouldn’t have to pay for my courses since im withdrawing so far into the quarter im not sure if that’s true. Anyways I would appreciate any advice I can get. Also I’m considered a senior but will be completing all requirements to graduate after fall quarter of this yr (hopefully? )

Canadian here wanting to buy NA edition of the Wayfarer’s Edition of Octopath Traveller II! I’m really hoping to not have to shell out scalper prices as I’m sick and tired of dealing with them. I’d be happy to pay shipping. If you are a US seller, please be mindful of exchange rates and I apologize if you made a fair deal but I can’t afford it due to the price difference (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ
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I'm going to make a healer first, and I definitely want a tank as well. On the fence if I want to pvp or dd with one, but I am already at 18 toons, so I should plan on only making 2, and they will just have to share roles. I'm thinking high elf for my healer, and argonian for my tank. High elf can both heal and potentially DD down the road, and Argonian can tank or pvp heal. OR Breton for my healer, and she can share pvp and pve healing and, uhhhhhhhhhhh nord for tank and I just don't have a good dd race? Dd on a Breton? Undecided.
What is everyone else doing???

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APHYNS is a non-profit Five Nights at Freddy's fangame that seeks to weave a tale of mystery, deception, and profound loss. This ambitious project ingeniously combines visual novel-styled investigation segments with heart-pounding sit-and-survive FNAF-styled sections, delivering a unique and immersive gameplay experience.
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Hi there, sorry this is gonna be a bit of a writing therapy. But maybe some of you here understand my situation, feelings, whatever. Also I’m writing all of this in a certain confidence, so please don’t use that anywhere.
To begin with I’m as we put it in my country an “absolute beginner”, meaning an adult over thirty with no sexual experience whatsoever. I basically only got my vibrator. I had a few dates in my life but nothing ever came out of it other than maybe kissing. Also I’m not much of a hunter, I rather let myself get picked. If I try to pick I’m usually facing trouble communicating. 😒 And during the pandemic I was actually glad for the first time in my life to be single.
Well this year I’ve already been through quite a bit regarding this. You see I’m in a choir and a colleague started to pay attention to me. I noticed that cause he started to copy my tics (it’s a metal choir - just let go of your stress in there). So we started dating. For the first time in years I really had a good feeling this could work out. There were just three things: My Asperger’s and his pornography addiction. And of course my sexual inexperience. But we were both in therapy, so I figured these wouldn’t really be issues. Right? So for the third date he really wanted to have dinner at my apartment. I live alone so needless to say I got the clue and needless to say I became veeery nervous! He talked to our Chorus teacher and she basically was like: You hurt her and you’ll be sorry! Well I cooked my favorite pasta, he came and… nothing happened yet again. 🫤 Suddenly my embrace was too artificial and distanced, my titts were too small, my hips too, yada yada. Oh and my Asperger’s was a problem too and he didn’t want to give me wrong hopes and such. We kept chatting daily anyway, even exchanging vacation pics. Until two weeks later during choir he told me that well his “colleague from work” he had already written about in the chats wasn’t just a colleague… I had already had that feeling, but there it was: confirmation. And I still thought: I expected this, I can handle it. Well I couldn’t… The next day I broke after a situation with a trigger. And it hit me: I’m never gonna have a wedding in white! So there it was: My subconscious childhood dream. Fast forward two and a half months and I’m still struggling with all of that. To top it all we are playing a cat-and-mouse-game in the choir, meaning: If A is confirming he’s coming this week, B finds an excuse not to and vice versa. But I tell myself: “Is he tortured by jealousy? If he knew you were seeing someone else would he do conversations with your new partner in his mind? Has he not found closure to all of this so far? No? Then move on, girl!” I even exchanged letters with a love psychologist over that and she said that while my Asperger’s sure is an issue, my complicated family history might be too. Patchwork and a complicated father-daughter-relationship. So about this time a boy from my circle of friends asked for my phone number through another friend. He revealed he has Asperger’s too and I thought this might make a much better base this time. Also: He too didn’t have a relationship so far. We met a few times in two, had good chats, drank a lot and even held hands (on my initiative after I felt the need to give him a few signals). He wanted to meet again. Whoopee! But then I called him my date and he revealed he had viewed none of this as dates and that he liked me as a buddy… Oh and of course: He had sexual experiences with women, just not in relationships… Believe me I felt soooo naive at that point… Just because I obviously can’t separate love and sex. 🙄 We will stay drinking buddies though for the time being. I don’t know. I feel like I keep seeing something something in my dating partners that they simply aren’t. The fairytale prince, the future husband, etc. Frequent Tinder-users keep warning me of it because “it’s not for people like you.” But I guess I’ll keep looking on Hiki for someone with a similar mindset like mine. Sigh. What about you out there? Anybody with similar experiences here?

I have never tried trading bots while investing in cryptocurrenceis.
As far as I understand, they are bascially making an analysis, a prediction of the price based on some parameters, buying and selling - making trades.
Basically trying to do the opposite of what we are doing all the time - buying high, selling low.
You are suppoused able to set some parameters on bot app based on your own needs.
Then I read that there are some bots that are buying coins for a lesser price on one exchange and sell it on another exchange where that coins is at higher price. For some reason it sounds just wrong but looks like that is what they do. On this sub, people are talking about bots destroying reddit avatar minting gen3.
I have no idea how bots work, I have a clue because I read a little bit, but anyone here tried it? Is it worth it? Which one should we take a look at?
I never tried it because I am a little bit skeptical about it, if it worked everyone should be making money which is impossible, right?

Hello all,
Recently i’ve applied for a relationship banker position with wintrust financial at two different branches here in the midwest.
I had an interview and they advised the salary would be $20/hr + incentives at Location 1. I’m set to have a second interview with this branch manager tomorrow.
Shortly after, I applied for Location 2 because they need a Bilingual Polish speaker. I applied and just had my second interview with the regional manager. They mentioned the job pays $20/hr with NO incentive. Is this normal? I feel like i’ll be missing on a nice additional monthly bonus. They have a lot of Polish speaking customers in the area and I feel like i’m being taken advantage of by not receiving incentive..
I have a bachelor’s in Crim Justice and Psychology. No prior banking experience, but I do have customer service experience including working at a PI law firm. Trying to work my way into Fraud.
Any advice appreciated. Cheers!

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Hello all,
Recently i’ve applied for a relationship banker position with wintrust financial at two different branches here in the midwest.
I had an interview and they advised the salary would be $20/hr + incentives at Location 1. I’m set to have a second interview with this branch manager tomorrow.
Shortly after, I applied for Location 2 because they need a Bilingual Polish speaker. I applied and just had my second interview with the regional manager. They mentioned the job also pays $20/hr with NO incentive. Is this normal? I feel like i’ll be missing on a nice additional monthly bonus. They have a lot of Polish speaking customers in the area and I feel like i’m being taken advantage of by not receiving incentive..
I have a bachelor’s in Crim Justice and Psychology. No prior banking experience, but I do have customer service experience including working at a PI law firm. Trying to move my way into Fraud.
Any advice appeciated. Cheers!

Hello everyone, sorry for my bad English. Now I’m in times when I don’t know what to do. Here is my story me 23M and my girlfriend 19F having a 2 year relationship. We meet back to school 4 years ago and we were good friends. 2 years ago I invited her for date and things come out in good ways. First year was very great we never had any problems. First problem came when my brother found himself a girlfriend, later I found out she had conflict with her brother. She hated my brothers girlfriend because she can’t greet to her (to me same) and atc. but what can I do if she is stupid? I said it to my brother talk to her but it didn’t help. She is just stupid I can’t help her. Then she said she is using my brother, yes I talked to my brother about that but he have to find you. Then came the second problem, my girlfriend (it was not her fault) had problem with her sister. Who was the main problem? By my gf mother, me and my gf, because I’m using her (I don’t know how the hell), her mother also declared she (my gf) is ruining her life (with no reason, everytime before she said that, she will not go to her promotion, also she will move somewhere else from house and divorce because everyone is destroying her-and it was just one stupid problem). Then I had birthday and also was invated my brothers girlfriend, from that also problem came because from that reason my girlfriend didn’t wanted to came to my birthday and then it is also my fault. Then at november 2022 my father said shit thing to her 2 times, I discused it with my father do never say something to her like that. I talked about that also with her. My father agreed she was to our house 3 times and troubles didn’t came back with my father. At new year also problem came, she got into conflict with her mother with some little shit thing also about her sister, who was again the bad one? She (who didn’t do anything wrong) and me (who wasnt been there) so again shit thing were said by her mom that I just use her and I’m destoying her( my gf). But question is how the hell? 1,5 went by and we didn’t had normal conflict, I was messeging with her every day, every free time I had I was with her, we went out I paid, when she was ill I cared and was also with her, when she get into conflict with her mother and cried wiped away her tears, I never cheated or talked to other girl. So how the thing come out? Her mother messeged me to come help with my gf because she is crying hard, I just wondered me, The bad one? Who is “destroying” her. I love her more that anything I came that night but it hurt a lot. In january my gf starter to blame me, in her opinion because I planned that we could build house near my parents because we didn’t have to buy space, in summer she agreed now it was problem, I said okay we can think about something different so we can be happy, it was also problem that I wanted after school work in our shop and she wanted to move somewhere else from here, she said why I don’t want any other option, I said okay we can discuss out something. In end of February her mother get also in conflict now with her husband, she felt at night with car. I thought if she hates me some much maybe if I help her now, she will hopefully change, so I went with my gf to find her and we found her, she was greatful. I thought now thing will get right. I started to help to her sister with things so she also will stop hate me without reason. One day I went with her mother and she asked me why she don’t want to go to us (my gf). I said because she ( my gf) hate my brothers gf and my father and only my mom not. One week later my gf started to act strange. I found out she is writing with other male friends. To one of them she wrote how much I’m destroying her and that my family hate her because she said true about my brothers girlfriend(she didn’t said anything), I found it out when I was with her, it destroyed me I couldn’t say anything to her. Only thing was in my head, why me? When I’m giving her everything. Then about one week later she also get into conflict with her mother, because her mother claimed my mother is talking shits about her family. And how? because her friend is not talking that much to her so my gf mother for sure my mother said something shit about my girlfriends family. But no evidence, no examples what she said just claims. My gf mother started care about my gf (before everything was my gf fault in her life, she hated her) and started to talk shit about how bitch my mother is and how much my family want to destroy her family. I didn’t knew anything at that time about that. In April I had difficult times I was had lot of at university. I wrote just with my girlfriend everyday sometimes I was her, yes I was not too happy like before because I was extremely exhausted and tired from university. Then from that she got angry and said that I’m scum because of my family and I didn’t trust her because I first time I said I don’t believe my mother could say anything bad about her family because she always loved her. She said she need time I gave her I also was at her graduation and she invited me out, we also went out, messaged daily. One week ago she started me from no reason ignore. Next day I wrote if she want to get out she said we will discuss, at day nothing and next day also I said if she don’t want just say I’d don’t ignore me. Then she wrote I blame her for everything and she will ignore me. And here I’m. I’m destroyed mentally, I don’t know what to do I would like just to die. I love her so much I also had everything planned to move where she will be next year. What to do please help

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Traditionally I’ve been focused on points (and churning). However, for a bit at least, I’ve decided to focus exclusively on cashback. Here is what I’m thinking:
Citi: 5.5 on travel, restaurants and groceries (note: requires multiple citi cards but I think most people in this sub already understand how it all works, no reason to go over it all again. You guys know what’s up)
Sams club card: 5 percent on Sams and on gas
US Bank+ for 5 percent back on streaming utilities and phone
Kroger Card for 5 percent back on Apple Pay
Citi 2.2 for anything else
How does this look? Any changes suggested?
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Not all change is bad, but not all change is advantageous either, especially when it involves disfigurations and body part swapping. ‘What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger.’ I tend to disagree in certain circumstances. I doubt surviving a train wreck makes you stronger. At this point in my life, I feel as weak as I have ever been. I feel odd and peculiar, a stranger to my own body, a monster to my soul.
Several months ago, as I was lying in bed a wave of red light poured in through my window, accompanied by a hypnotic vibrating purr, that put me in a deep sleep. When I woke up my left hand felt swollen. At first, I thought nothing of it but as I went through my morning routine, things felt different. My grasp wasn’t as strong, but it wasn’t just that, it felt as if I had a different tactile sensation altogether. I finally became conscious of the extent of the difference when I went to brush my teeth.
I grabbed the toothbrush with my right hand and the tube of toothpaste with my left hand. As I tried to line the nozzle to the toothbrush, I noticed that my left hand was slightly bigger than my right hand, and had a darker skin tone. The contrast was striking. I have a very fair skin complexion. My mom always said that I was ‘Irish’ white, that she would lose sight of me walking to the mailbox through a snowstorm.
I dropped the dental toiletries in the sink. I held my hands up in front of my face. I never chewed my nails, but on my left hand, the nails were almost chewed down to the cuticle. I turned my hands over and they were as different as night and day. The left was calloused from hard work and dedicated labor, the other was the pampered hands of a college student. Around the wrist of my new left hand was a bracelet of thick dark stitches, hardly signifying friendship or wealth.
I had to call the police, but when I got my phone, there was a text message:
Don’t go to the police, or we’ll remove your head. No more procedures needed.
I wasn’t too sure what to do at that point. Whoever did this was able to in one night, knock me out, surgically remove my hand and replace with someone else’s hand. If they were able to do that, then I was certain they would be able to get in and do much worse.
Luckily, I was in between semester, no classes to attend, nothing as of yet to explain. Even though it was hot as hell and it was in the middle of Summer, I put on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of gloves. My left glove barely fit, and the phrase ‘If it don’t fit, you must acquit’ popped in my head. I frequented the food truck parked in the convenient store parking lot near my apartment building at least three times a week. They have the best burrito I have ever eaten, bursting with meat and spices, not any of those lean stingy burritos you get at traditional restaurants. But lately, there has been this strange street person hanging out at the corner. He showed up around a month before my ordeal. He was not begging for money but preaching about an invasion. He was always dressed as if it was forty below zero.
Instead of walking along the sidewalk, I decided to climb down the hill from my apartment that led directly to the back of the convenient store. From my deck, I could watch the customers go in and out of the store. The apartment building sat on a high hill overlooking the street below. I could see that the homeless man wasn’t at his usual corner, but I didn’t want to take any chance.
I got down the hill and hopped down from the retaining wall, when all of the sudden he jumped out from behind the dumpster, dressed in a long trench coat, gloves, a ski mask, and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
“They got ya son. They’ve tagged you. I saw the red light. I’ve been tracking them for a while. You ain’t getting away and they ain’t stopping. You need to come with me.”
“Mister, I don’t have any money I can give you.”
“I don’t want your damn money son. I’m here to save your life."
I tried to walk past him, but he blocked my path and pushed me back. As he did so he started unwrapping his scarf and pulling off his ski mask. I resumed my attempt to get to my favorite burrito, but he blocked me again. I was looking down, not paying attention, so I didn’t notice that he was completely unmasked with his trench coat and shirt laying on the ground.
“Look here!”
I looked up to see the most grotesque, confusing human being I had ever perceived. He was a patchwork of different races, different skin tones, and stitched up scars running throughout his body and face like a map of a river and its many tributaries. His nose was completely foreign to his face and both eyes were awkwardly strung together from two different individuals. Worst of all, there was a large scar around his neck, indicating that this head had been removed and reattached.
“They told you that they were done, right?” I nodded my head in agreement. “Well, I’m proof that they are a bunch of damn liars. I hate to tell you this, but your life is over as you know it. You can come with me and stay intact or refuse my help and become what I am today.”
I should have taken his advice, but I wasn’t in a state to comprehend the reality of my situation. I was still unsure of what I had seen this morning. I was trying to convince myself that I had just slept on my hand or had a bad dream and slammed it against the wall. It was just swollen, not someone else’s hand.
“I’m fine man. I just want a burrito. Leave me alone, please.”
“Alright. I’ll still be here when you are ready. There’s a place we like to call the Island of Misfit Toys. You know from Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. You’ll be safe there. I promise you, its not going away.”
I started to walk away, determined to ignore him, but then he said something that caught my attention.
“I bet you are O negative blood type. All us misfit toys are O negative. Universal donor baby. Now how did I know that? You still want to turn a blind eye.”
He was correct, but I persisted in my stubbornness and walked away. That day the burrito just didn’t taste as well as it normally did. Was there a new cook? I didn’t notice. Or worse, had they already replaced my tongue with someone else’s, whoever they were?
There weren’t any other occurrences for the next month. I made sure to sleep in the living room on the couch with the television on. Still, Mr. Frankenstein stood on the corner, waiting for me. I didn’t visit the food truck that entire month, didn’t have the usual craving and sure as hell didn’t want to have another confrontation.
The next month was my wake-up call. I was dozing off when the television shut off by itself. I heard that familiar hum and saw the red light moving through the front window. I put my fingers in my ears, closed my eyes and stumbled to the bathroom. I started singing to myself, hoping to drown out the noise and stay conscious. I opened my eyes for a second and saw that the red light was moving under the door, and bending upwards towards my face. I shut my eyes again.
The bathroom door slammed open. I closed my eyes tighter, so much so that I saw twinkling stars and sparks. I felt two hands grasp me by the shoulders and lift me up in the air. I opened my eyes. There standing before me was tall hairless grey being in a long black cloak. The creature had no eyes, small narrow nostrils, but a large gaping mouth, affixed open as if the creature was unable to close it. On his shoulder was a smaller green creature with a bulbous head and large eyes. It was not clothed and would ever so often lay its forehead against the side of the larger creature’s neck. It seemed to be a symbiotic relationship.
The larger creature lifted up his three-fingered hand. Out of the palm of his hand radiated a red light. The smaller creature was somehow making the humming noise, and within a few seconds I lost consciousness.
The next morning, I woke up in my bedroom upstairs. I frantically searched my entire body but saw nothing, but I wasn’t convinced by that cursory search, and sure enough, my suspicions were correct. Staring back at me was a somewhat unfamiliar face. My right eye was now green instead of blue, and the skin tone around it was darker. Even my eyebrow was more pointed. Encircling a wide area of the eye was a ring of stitches. I fell to the floor, exasperated by what I had seen, and what I had become. It was time to visit Mr. Frankenstein.
I didn’t try to hide my eye. I can easily explain it away as corrective surgery, the first of its kind, if anyone was so bold, or rude, to ask. I found him at the corner as expected. He didn’t gloat or say ‘I told you so.’ He was sympathetic.
“I’m sorry man. Come on. Let me take you to your new home.”
“There’s no way to fight them… or stop them?”
“Maybe in time, but all we know how to do right now is hide and keep them from tracking us.”
“How do you keep them from tracking us?” I asked.
“You’re not going to like it, but we got to dig a tracking device from in between you lower ribcage.”
I wasn’t too thrilled about that but then again, I’d rather go through a little suffering on the front end to avoid any more experimental alien body part swapping.
We walked down the main highway to a backroad where there was an old, abandoned warehouse. He gave a coded knock to let him know that it was a friend and then turned to me.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“Robert, but you can call me Rob.”
“I’m Frank, as in Frankenstein.”
I laughed and explained to him that I had already begun calling him Mr. Frankenstein. I felt a little weird admitting that, so I apologized.
“No need to apologize. I like the name. I honestly don’t know my real name. I just picked that one.”
The door opened and there was a hooded man with his face hidden.
“Welcome home Frank. Got a new one huh?”
“Yep, sure do Phil. Let’s make him feel at home.”
We walked through the door into a small homemade foyer. Some drywall had been thrown up and fortified with wooden pallets and barbed wire. There was yet another door. It was a thick steel door with a peephole. Phil gave another coded knock. A woman armed with a gun slung over her shoulders opened the door. Her face was riddled with scars and one of her eyes were bulging. She had the same mismatched facial features that Frank had.
“Welcome to the Isle of Misfit Toys,” announced Frank.
It was a big open space with many cots strewn about all four walls. As we walked around and toured my new home, Frank introduced me to everyone. It was all the same. The scars and parts were different, but the procedure was recognizable. There were even children, little misshapen research subjects imprisoned in a world devoid of holidays and birthday parties, or at least in the normal sense. This world tries to operate as normal, but in the end, its difficult to be normal when you’re hidden and locked away in a warehouse. We’re all victims traumatized by our encounters with ghastly reminders etched on our bodies and faces. Our minds are no less effected. There’s a big handwritten sign hanging over the entrance door. It reads: No Red Lights.

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Not all change is bad, but not all change is advantageous either, especially when it involves disfigurations and body part swapping. ‘What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger.’ I tend to disagree in certain circumstances. I doubt surviving a train wreck makes you stronger. At this point in my life, I feel as weak as I have ever been. I feel odd and peculiar, a stranger to my own body, a monster to my soul.
Several months ago, as I was lying in bed a wave of red light poured in through my window, accompanied by a hypnotic vibrating purr, that put me in a deep sleep. When I woke up my left hand felt swollen. At first, I thought nothing of it but as I went through my morning routine, things felt different. My grasp wasn’t as strong, but it wasn’t just that, it felt as if I had a different tactile sensation altogether. I finally became conscious of the extent of the difference when I went to brush my teeth.
I grabbed the toothbrush with my right hand and the tube of toothpaste with my left hand. As I tried to line the nozzle to the toothbrush, I noticed that my left hand was slightly bigger than my right hand, and had a darker skin tone. The contrast was striking. I have a very fair skin complexion. My mom always said that I was ‘Irish’ white, that she would lose sight of me walking to the mailbox through a snowstorm.
I dropped the dental toiletries in the sink. I held my hands up in front of my face. I never chewed my nails, but on my left hand, the nails were almost chewed down to the cuticle. I turned my hands over and they were as different as night and day. The left was calloused from hard work and dedicated labor, the other was the pampered hands of a college student. Around the wrist of my new left hand was a bracelet of thick dark stitches, hardly signifying friendship or wealth.
I had to call the police, but when I got my phone, there was a text message:
Don’t go to the police, or we’ll remove your head. No more procedures needed.
I wasn’t too sure what to do at that point. Whoever did this was able to in one night, knock me out, surgically remove my hand and replace with someone else’s hand. If they were able to do that, then I was certain they would be able to get in and do much worse.
Luckily, I was in between semester, no classes to attend, nothing as of yet to explain. Even though it was hot as hell and it was in the middle of Summer, I put on a long sleeve shirt and a pair of gloves. My left glove barely fit, and the phrase ‘If it don’t fit, you must acquit’ popped in my head. I frequented the food truck parked in the convenient store parking lot near my apartment building at least three times a week. They have the best burrito I have ever eaten, bursting with meat and spices, not any of those lean stingy burritos you get at traditional restaurants. But lately, there has been this strange street person hanging out at the corner. He showed up around a month before my ordeal. He was not begging for money but preaching about an invasion. He was always dressed as if it was forty below zero.
Instead of walking along the sidewalk, I decided to climb down the hill from my apartment that led directly to the back of the convenient store. From my deck, I could watch the customers go in and out of the store. The apartment building sat on a high hill overlooking the street below. I could see that the homeless man wasn’t at his usual corner, but I didn’t want to take any chance.
I got down the hill and hopped down from the retaining wall, when all of the sudden he jumped out from behind the dumpster, dressed in a long trench coat, gloves, a ski mask, and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
“They got ya son. They’ve tagged you. I saw the red light. I’ve been tracking them for a while. You ain’t getting away and they ain’t stopping. You need to come with me.”
“Mister, I don’t have any money I can give you.”
“I don’t want your damn money son. I’m here to save your life."
I tried to walk past him, but he blocked my path and pushed me back. As he did so he started unwrapping his scarf and pulling off his ski mask. I resumed my attempt to get to my favorite burrito, but he blocked me again. I was looking down, not paying attention, so I didn’t notice that he was completely unmasked with his trench coat and shirt laying on the ground.
“Look here!”
I looked up to see the most grotesque, confusing human being I had ever perceived. He was a patchwork of different races, different skin tones, and stitched up scars running throughout his body and face like a map of a river and its many tributaries. His nose was completely foreign to his face and both eyes were awkwardly strung together from two different individuals. Worst of all, there was a large scar around his neck, indicating that this head had been removed and reattached.
“They told you that they were done, right?” I nodded my head in agreement. “Well, I’m proof that they are a bunch of damn liars. I hate to tell you this, but your life is over as you know it. You can come with me and stay intact or refuse my help and become what I am today.”
I should have taken his advice, but I wasn’t in a state to comprehend the reality of my situation. I was still unsure of what I had seen this morning. I was trying to convince myself that I had just slept on my hand or had a bad dream and slammed it against the wall. It was just swollen, not someone else’s hand.
“I’m fine man. I just want a burrito. Leave me alone, please.”
“Alright. I’ll still be here when you are ready. There’s a place we like to call the Island of Misfit Toys. You know from Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. You’ll be safe there. I promise you, its not going away.”
I started to walk away, determined to ignore him, but then he said something that caught my attention.
“I bet you are O negative blood type. All us misfit toys are O negative. Universal donor baby. Now how did I know that? You still want to turn a blind eye.”
He was correct, but I persisted in my stubbornness and walked away. That day the burrito just didn’t taste as well as it normally did. Was there a new cook? I didn’t notice. Or worse, had they already replaced my tongue with someone else’s, whoever they were?
There weren’t any other occurrences for the next month. I made sure to sleep in the living room on the couch with the television on. Still, Mr. Frankenstein stood on the corner, waiting for me. I didn’t visit the food truck that entire month, didn’t have the usual craving and sure as hell didn’t want to have another confrontation.
The next month was my wake-up call. I was dozing off when the television shut off by itself. I heard that familiar hum and saw the red light moving through the front window. I put my fingers in my ears, closed my eyes and stumbled to the bathroom. I started singing to myself, hoping to drown out the noise and stay conscious. I opened my eyes for a second and saw that the red light was moving under the door, and bending upwards towards my face. I shut my eyes again.
The bathroom door slammed open. I closed my eyes tighter, so much so that I saw twinkling stars and sparks. I felt two hands grasp me by the shoulders and lift me up in the air. I opened my eyes. There standing before me was tall hairless grey being in a long black cloak. The creature had no eyes, small narrow nostrils, but a large gaping mouth, affixed open as if the creature was unable to close it. On his shoulder was a smaller green creature with a bulbous head and large eyes. It was not clothed and would ever so often lay its forehead against the side of the larger creature’s neck. It seemed to be a symbiotic relationship.
The larger creature lifted up his three-fingered hand. Out of the palm of his hand radiated a red light. The smaller creature was somehow making the humming noise, and within a few seconds I lost consciousness.
The next morning, I woke up in my bedroom upstairs. I frantically searched my entire body but saw nothing, but I wasn’t convinced by that cursory search, and sure enough, my suspicions were correct. Staring back at me was a somewhat unfamiliar face. My right eye was now green instead of blue, and the skin tone around it was darker. Even my eyebrow was more pointed. Encircling a wide area of the eye was a ring of stitches. I fell to the floor, exasperated by what I had seen, and what I had become. It was time to visit Mr. Frankenstein.
I didn’t try to hide my eye. I can easily explain it away as corrective surgery, the first of its kind, if anyone was so bold, or rude, to ask. I found him at the corner as expected. He didn’t gloat or say ‘I told you so.’ He was sympathetic.
“I’m sorry man. Come on. Let me take you to your new home.”
“There’s no way to fight them… or stop them?”
“Maybe in time, but all we know how to do right now is hide and keep them from tracking us.”
“How do you keep them from tracking us?” I asked.
“You’re not going to like it, but we got to dig a tracking device from in between you lower ribcage.”
I wasn’t too thrilled about that but then again, I’d rather go through a little suffering on the front end to avoid any more experimental alien body part swapping.
We walked down the main highway to a backroad where there was an old, abandoned warehouse. He gave a coded knock to let him know that it was a friend and then turned to me.
“By the way, what’s your name?”
“Robert, but you can call me Rob.”
“I’m Frank, as in Frankenstein.”
I laughed and explained to him that I had already begun calling him Mr. Frankenstein. I felt a little weird admitting that, so I apologized.
“No need to apologize. I like the name. I honestly don’t know my real name. I just picked that one.”
The door opened and there was a hooded man with his face hidden.
“Welcome home Frank. Got a new one huh?”
“Yep, sure do Phil. Let’s make him feel at home.”
We walked through the door into a small homemade foyer. Some drywall had been thrown up and fortified with wooden pallets and barbed wire. There was yet another door. It was a thick steel door with a peephole. Phil gave another coded knock. A woman armed with a gun slung over her shoulders opened the door. Her face was riddled with scars and one of her eyes were bulging. She had the same mismatched facial features that Frank had.
“Welcome to the Isle of Misfit Toys,” announced Frank.
It was a big open space with many cots strewn about all four walls. As we walked around and toured my new home, Frank introduced me to everyone. It was all the same. The scars and parts were different, but the procedure was recognizable. There were even children, little misshapen research subjects imprisoned in a world devoid of holidays and birthday parties, or at least in the normal sense. This world tries to operate as normal, but in the end, its difficult to be normal when you’re hidden and locked away in a warehouse. We’re all victims traumatized by our encounters with ghastly reminders etched on our bodies and faces. Our minds are no less effected. There’s a big handwritten sign hanging over the entrance door. It reads: No Red Lights.

Alright, I'm writing this because I could use some outside, impartial views on this situation.
So I've had a rough path through life (I was doing quite well professionally, academically and so forth, and then burnt out, had some health issues etc). After a few years on the side-lines after I abandoned a white-collar engineering job, I took a completely different lower status job in a different country, and I'm doing okayish, but still have a lot of issues in my life rn, my self esteem is quite bad, and I've never really been on the market. I've had female interest in me in the past, when I was doing better, but here I was until recently, unexperienced romantically (IRL, in theory I think I'm very knowledgeable about most human and social dynamics). I'm writing this to explain that I don't think I'm much of a catch right now, although I think I could be in the future if my stars align.
Recently, I met a slightly older woman online, and I basically fell for her personality mostly, from our online interactions. I don't remember experiencing that quite to this degree before, but I liked her a lot and still do (although not to the same degree as at first). I played no games with her, and explained her how I felt, we met IRL (i travelled hundreds of kms to get to her), I told her I'd want her in my life. I was perfectly aware I was rushing things and seeming a bit desperate, but went with it anyway. Thing is, I'm attracted to her physically as well (since we met, other women don't really interest me for some reason), but not to the degree that I'm attracted to her personality (she's very sweet). Probably the fact that she has a few extra kilos doesn't help, she's not fat, just her weight is less than ideal let's say. She's still very pretty.
She made it pretty clear in the beginning that she doesn't want kids and is unlikely to change her mind. I told her this might be an issue for me.
Anyway, fast forward a few more meetups, we get to sex, at her place. It's actually my first time, and she seemed surprisingly eager (which was quite flattering). But I had trouble getting it up and getting it to stay hard. Maybe it was performance anxiety? Or stress? Or the long and tiring trip I took to get to her? I don't know. I'm fairly sure it would have been easier if she had a few kilos less, but whatever. I think this problem should go away in the future, should there be a future with her.
Now the point of this thread. Even though I already knew her for a couple of months, and felt I could reasonably trust her (but not completely), I was aware of the issue that I'm about to describe. I was emptying the condoms in the toilet, but disposed of them in a bin in the bathroom. Most of them I was also washing, but not all. It was on my mind to fix this issue at some point (i.e. completely and thoroughly dispose of all seminal fluid), but somehow I never got around to doing it. I also thought that semen doesn't live for that long, but apparently it survives for up to 5 days. So anyway, 5 mins after I step out of her apartment, I start having this fear, that she might collect the bit of semen that remained in the condoms in the bin and inseminate herself with it.
Why would she do it? Now, if I think rationally about it, she's a bit older, she's running out of time, options, I could imagine she feels a bit of pressure in this sense. I was quite concerned since meeting her that I might be wasting her time if things don't work out, but I figured it's all gonna be clear in a month or two, and that's not quite that much time, and as long as I'm completely honest with her, it should be fine. Also, as I said, I don't think I'm really a catch at this stage. But she could be doing worse. She also has her own set of issues. She was single for some time as I understood it. Thing is, I wouldn't mind spending my life with her even now, I could probably forgive her if she did this to me. And while a child right now would be a lot less than ideal considering my circumstances, worse things can happen and I'd be fully committed to it. What I'm worried is that she would want to raise the child alone and I'd just have to pay child support and not get to be involved. Or that she would change completely (which I think is quite likely to happen). At some point we had a bit of a scare with a condom that didn't quite sit right, but after though inspection it was still water and air tight and it was just covered in a bit vaginal fluid. And yet, she brings up this talk about potential pregnancy even the day after. That to me amplifies a bit the worry. I still think the chances of this whole hypothesis (baby trapping) happening is ~0.5%, but that's enough to make me uneasy. There's also a good chance she might run into this thread, which is fine. I'll probably talk to her about it anyway once the 5-day lifetime of the ... ends.
What do you think?

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We all know that GT7 is not a perfect game, it has its problems that we always complain about, like rigged roulette tickets and lack of races with good payouts. However, what annoys me most about the game is not even the big fishes, but little things that could be easily solved with a few changes in the interface during races or even in the menu, and I would like to share with you to see if you have the same issues.
Pit Stops
This is a pretty common complaint I've seen around here. The fact that there is no way to cancel a wrong choice at pit stops has bothered a lot of people. Particularly I never suffered from this, but it's something that also makes me uncomfortable, mainly because it's something very simple to be solved, like simply putting a cancel button.
Livery tool
Creating liveries is still one of the things that I enjoy the most in the game, it's very intuitive and although I'm still quite inexperienced with it, I can already create several designs that I'm proud of.
However, the lack of some tools annoys me a little, like not having undo/redo buttons to use if I made a mistake, and also an eyedropper tool, so I can get the exact color from a logo, for example. Damn, even Paint has these tools, why not add to GT7?
Organize your garage
I don't know if you like to keep your garage organized, but for me it's almost essential. Something that would be very simple to add would be the possibility of adding "tabs" to organize your cars and help you find them quicker.
For example, I have a number of cars that are Fast and Furious replicas, others that are Initial D replicas, some JDM cars, some famous movie cars... And sometimes to find them among more than 300 is really a dull A simple option to be able to put them in these folders besides only add them to the favorites tab would help a lot.
Customizable Championships
Creating custom races can sometimes be a good thing when you want something different from the same WTC700, WTC800 races, with the same cars and the same fucking Miazono's, Beauvois', Hizal's... So why not add the option to create your own championship too?
As a FIFA player, I'm already used to seeing this kind of tools in games, and for me this is missing in GT7. I would like to create a mini Formula 1 Championship, or maybe a SuperGT championship, something more complex and longer than just a single race.
"You can join an online league." Yes I Can. But I'm not the biggest fan of online racing, for several reasons. I still prefer to play offline, and for those who are like me, I believe this type of option is also needed.
Using different liveries for the same car
Speaking of custom races, a nice change would be to add the option to use different liveries for the same car when you pick it up straight from your garage.
For example, if I wanted to create a formula 1 race, I would have to use 10 liveries from 10 different racing teams. If I wanted to be more precise, I would have to do 20 different liveries, to add the driver number as well. Which would imply that I would have to buy 10 or 20 Super Formula cars, spending 10 or 20 million.
Instead, I could just buy a single SF car and create 20 liveries for the same car, then choose which livery each car will have at grid time.
I know that many people try to do something similar by creating custom races, and have to buy the same car a hundred times. So it would be really nice if they added that option.
Increase the amount of collector levels
Simply 50 levels is pretty easy to beat. I must have hit that mark before I even got 100 cars in the garage. Now over 300, this feature has become useless. So why not add 200+ levels? or at least put the maximum according to the amount of points you would have if you bought all the cars in the game? It would be something much more interesting and would reward the player more committed to having all the cars in the game.
Daily marathon shouldn't be... daily.
We know the real reason for the daily marathon: to encourage the player to play the game every day. The point is that because the Roulette Ticker is rigged, this is quite demotivating. Who will want to run every day to earn the same 5,000 Cr.?
If changing the roulette system is out of the question, the best thing would be for the feature to stop being daily and could be cumulative. For every 42.195 km run, the player would win a new roulette ticket, being able to win more than one per day.
This would encourage the player to run more races per day, as well as compensate the player who does not have time to play every day, only on weekends.
So what do you think? Do you think my suggestions are valid? Please let me know.