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2019.12.20 21:04 tesimbp We are DataHoarder from Switzerland

This subreddits is specific for DataHoarders coming from Switzerland. We focus more on swiss deals about SSD, LTO Tape, HDD, NAS/DAS, Software, Thunderbolt Devices, NVME Enclosures, etc. It doesn't matter if you live in the italian/german or french part of Switzerland. What only matter, is that you are a DataHoarder!

2023.05.30 23:11 ARSONL How long does a ZOS investigation take? People get banned for teabagging but I have had a man doxx me and make 27 Xbox accounts harassing me

For background context, I rejected this player and he proceeded to threaten my life, my address, and to send out pictures of me to anyone standing near me in Auridon. But he did this on 27 alternate accounts and in Xbox chat. ZOS responded talking about it not being through their channels. Even though he used their game to send my information out (and sure, teabag me and follow me to my house and everywhere since banlist doesn’t work). Do they make these judgements based on content and if the person has a lot of perfectas and titles, will they not care? How can they permaban over teabagging yet they let harassment like this slide? Dude literally got on an alt and said he was going to pay people gold to mass report me. Said he was going to come to my house and r*pe me, etc. Xbox Safety is also doing an investigation and I am going to law enforcement. It just sucks having to see him following me in the game.
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2023.05.30 23:10 HadrianusClaudius Even with court filings telling how many shares outstanding, investor relations saying the same, apes think... BUT WHAT IF THEY'RE PLAYING 64D CHESS AND THE SHARE COUNT IS WRONG?

Even with court filings telling how many shares outstanding, investor relations saying the same, apes think... BUT WHAT IF THEY'RE PLAYING 64D CHESS AND THE SHARE COUNT IS WRONG? submitted by HadrianusClaudius to gme_meltdown [link] [comments]

2023.05.30 23:09 theegg127 Need to sell my Philadelphia tickets because I broke my ankle & need surgery 😭

I hope this is allowed I’m honestly just so stressed trying to get refunded everything & thought I could try here
I promise this is not a scam, we can do whichever money transferring app that provides scam protection. I will show you proof I actually have the tickets too.
I’m a huge young the giant fan and I was planning to travel to Philadelphia for the concert on Sunday June 12th from out of state.
But I broke my ankle on Saturday and need surgery and there’s just no way I can get on a plane. I have 3 general admission tickets (we are just cancelling our whole Philly trip now 😭)
I paid $80 for them but would be willing to sell them for less to at least get some money back. The venue gives no refunds 😭 but if I get some of the money back I can go to another show later in their tour. If you know anyone who lives near Philly or a young the giant fan willing to travel please reach out to me!
Thank you so much!!! I hope I can make it to a later show after my ankle feels better.
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2023.05.30 23:09 UsualBug5241 Sudanese community needs to do better fr

The war in Sudan is tragic and we, as Sudanese need to unite regardless of tribe, ethnic group, or religion because we want a good life for our people. We need to dismantle the racism in our community. Although we are victims of racism in the Arab world, we still treat refugees from South Sudan, Ethiopia, and Eritrea in the same way. Our community keeps on talking about “Ethiopians are our brothers and sisters” and “we love Eritrea” but then when Ethiopians come to our countries wearing traditional clothing, we make rude comments like “why are you wearing that like a ‘habash’?”
I’ve heard Eritreans tell me about how Eritreans in Sudan have been insulted and robbed by some racist Sudanese people and yelling “f*ck Habash”. It’s disgusting how this is an issue in our community.
The ironic thing is how we constantly complain about racism in Egypt but we treat refugees the same way. Not to mention, we are racist to other tribes as well. We literally lost South Sudan because of the racism and marginalization they faced. And we need to stop sugarcoating and saying “oh it was just Omar Al Bashir” because there are many Sudanese who are racist to South Sudanese as well. I know most of us are against this racism but there is still a significant minority that is causing all of these issues in Sudan.
There are people in the Arab world who call us “A7san Nas” (the best people). How about we actually try to live up to this title by accepting and uniting every tribe in Sudan, accept, welcome, and love every refugee that comes to Sudan regardless of where they’re from, speaking out against anything bad that happens in Sudan regardless of where it is, and respect everyone regardless if they identify as Arab or African (it’s their identity, not yours).
There is a story of Sudanese shopkeepers putting up signs saying “No Egyptians allowed”. Listen, I don’t care what your opinion on Egypt is, racism against Egyptians is not okay either. They’re humans as well and we need to openly condemn what those shopkeepers did.
I understand, as Sudanese people, we are victims of racism in Egypt, Saudi, Lebanon, and the rest of the Arab world, but in no way, shape, or form does this allow us to be racist.
A literal genocide was carried out in Darfur and people in Khartoum just saw that, said “oh no” and moved on with their day-to-day lives. People constantly excuse this behaviour with “Darfur is far away from Khartoum” but this excuse is simply lazy. We could have at least protested against what was happening and spread awareness. We literally have Sudanese Armed Forces and RSF in Yemen rn and we move on with our lives. We see East African refugees in Khartoum treated like garbage and we don’t say anything. The “oh it happened far away” excuse is just lazy.
I’m proud Sudanese. I love my country and my culture. But I can still love my country and still criticize the things that happen in society. Our society is messed up and I know MOST Sudanese are AGAINST this racism in our society, but we are still quiet about it and we need to start talking. We need to silence this loud racist minority, fix our reputation, accept all tribes, refugees, citizens of Sudan, make peace and friendship with our southern neighbour, stop hating on all Egyptians, THEN we can let people call us “A7san Nas”.
Here are some amazing articles talking about this issue (they may have been posted a couple years ago but they are still accurate today):
We got to do better.
If you’re Arab or African, Muslim or Christian, Beja, Fur, Zaghawa, Nubian, Rashaida, Falatta, or any other tribe in Sudan, you’re Sudanese, let’s stop this racism and unite. If you are Ethiopian, Eritrean, South Sudanese, Egyptian, Arab or East African, you’re my brother or sister.
Pray for Sudan 🇸🇩❤️
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2023.05.30 23:07 otisthereaper1x Peavey PVi series amplifiers

Almost have never heard about these until they started popping up at a music store near me. After doing some digging they do appear on Peavey’s site in three variants (PVi 2000, 2500 and 3000), though it seems they are not available over in the US, plus I could barely find any reviews on these. Has anyone here ever used these amps? If so I would love to know your experience with sound quality, fan noise, build quality, how long have they been holding up etc :)
For reference here is one of the models as shown on Peavey’s website:
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2023.05.30 23:07 Prestigious-Remove93 PTSD flashbacks got triggered TW: physical violence

I was planning on going to bed, so I don't have the energy to go into detail, i just need to get this shit out of my head. Someone set off fireworks near my place and it triggered my PTSD. When i was a small kid, i spent new years eve with a friend. Her father had a drink or two too many and while setting off fireworks, he took one, directed it at me and it went of. I tried to jump away but it hit my left foot and exploded, injurying me pretty badly.
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2023.05.30 23:07 Signal_Cry778 Know why CCTV camera installation is essential today in San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano, CA

Know why CCTV camera installation is essential today in San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano, CA
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The advancement in the quality of cameras enabled features like night vision cameras which can capture every movement around your hose at night time. Hence, it can ensure the safety of you and your close ones. In the last few years, CCTV cameras have seen wide popularity both from business owners and residential property owners. This resulted in a drastic decline in the prices of CCTV cameras.
You will find thousands of CCTV cameras in the market near you. The price of installing CCTV cameras depends on many factors including data storage options. image resolution, area to be monitored, the complexity of the network among others. After buying the security camera, you need to know to find proper places to place that. Many vendors in the market offer their services to install the camera on your property. However, if you want to take help from an expert for CCTV camera installation in San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano, CA, then contact Security Consulting Group today.
It is better to take help from professionals as they can recommend and guide you to place the security camera in the right place. The mere presence of a CCTV camera is enough to scare away thieves from your property. CCTV monitoring is beneficial for a facility when it is unoccupied or in a vulnerable state.
As communities grow and safety concerns increase, the implementation of closed-circuit television (CCTV) cameras plays a vital role in enhancing security measures. CCTV camera installation in San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano, CA, can help deter crime, ensure public safety, and provide valuable evidence in investigations.
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1. Entrances and Exits of Residential Neighborhoods
Securing the entrances and exits of residential neighborhoods is crucial in deterring criminal activities and maintaining a sense of safety for residents. CCTV cameras strategically placed at these points can capture crucial footage of suspicious individuals or vehicles entering or leaving the area. According to the National Institute of Justice, surveillance systems in residential areas have shown to be effective in reducing crime rates by up to 51%.
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Commercial areas, such as downtown San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano, are bustling hubs with high foot traffic and a range of businesses. Installing CCTV cameras in these locations can help prevent theft, vandalism, and other illegal activities. A study conducted by the British Security Industry Association (BSIA) found that CCTV systems in commercial areas led to a 20% reduction in crimes.
3. Parking Lots and Garages
Parking lots and garages are often prime targets for criminal activities, including car theft, vandalism, and assaults. Placing CCTV cameras in these areas provides surveillance coverage and helps create a safer environment for vehicle owners and pedestrians. A study published in the Journal of Contemporary Criminal Justice revealed that CCTV cameras in parking lots resulted in a significant decrease in auto theft incidents.
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Public parks and recreational areas in San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano are popular gathering spots for residents and visitors. Installing CCTV cameras in these locations can help monitor activities, discourage anti-social behavior, and ensure public safety. Research conducted by the Urban Institute showed that the presence of CCTV cameras in parks led to a reduction in various crimes, including drug-related offenses and assaults.
5. Public Transportation Hubs
With the increasing use of public transportation, it is essential to secure transit hubs, such as train stations and bus stops. CCTV cameras positioned strategically in these areas can assist in monitoring passenger safety, preventing vandalism, and identifying potential threats. The American Public Transportation Association reported that the installation of CCTV cameras in transit systems led to a decrease in crime rates by 30% on average.
Strategic placement of CCTV cameras in San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano can significantly enhance security measures and help create safer communities. By installing cameras at key locations such as residential neighborhood entrances, commercial areas, parking lots, public parks, and public transportation hubs, authorities and businesses can effectively deter criminal activities, provide valuable evidence for investigations, and increase the overall sense of safety for residents and visitors alike.
CCTV camera installation in San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano, CA, not only acts as a deterrent to potential criminals but also provides law enforcement agencies with crucial tools for maintaining public safety. As technology continues to advance, these surveillance systems become more sophisticated, offering higher resolution imaging, remote monitoring capabilities, and advanced video analytics. With a combination of strategic placement and cutting-edge technology, San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano can take significant steps towards securing their communities for years to come.
However, if you are looking for CCTV camera installation in San Clemente and San Juan Capistrano, CA, then contact Security Consulting Group as soon as possible. We can offer a sustainable CCTV security system on your property in California. At SCG, we provide experienced security camera installers who can help you in strengthening your overall security setup. If you are willing to know more about our services, then come to our official website, You can also call on this number, (800) 806-5422.
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2023.05.30 23:07 Smash_my_pumpkin Power washer?

Ok so obviously I know there ware a ton of hastily made cloned of power wash simulator out there, many that class jobs as complete before being anywhere near complete, ones that are just awful visually and ones that just don't have that "I'm power washing" feel to them. But has anyone got and good recommendations on some of these? I have three so far but they are okay at best. I'll edit this with their names so they don't get recommended to me as I have them already. Ps I have it on switch but I'm only allowed to game on my phone at work 😢
The names of the ones I've tried are: Power car wash simulator game, Power gun. - washing simulator Power wash gun simulator 3d
So please don't recommend these 3 Thanks
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2023.05.30 23:07 ColdBlackWater Pickett's Mill

I went to visit the state park in Georgia called Pickett's Mill.
It was the sight of one of Sherman's rare defeats, when he dispatched a Union division to clear Confederates under the command of Gen. Joseph E. Johnston, who were dug in at a site near Pickett's Mill. The Confederates won the battle, forcing Sherman to take a different path towards Atlanta.
I went alone, found few if any people in the park. I wandered on the immaculate trails taking photos. What I noticed, at many points, especially near entrenchments, was the audible sound of musket fire, battles, commands. I had just participated in a Civil War reenactment a few days before and what I heard sounded much like a recording.
I was wondering how they did that, where the speakers were, under rocks, in trees...I looked all over, would follow sounds only to have them fade away and start again in another place.
I asked the park ranger about it. I wanted to tell him how the recorded sounds added to the aura of the battlefield. He looked at me like I was crazy, and said that he had no idea what I heard or was talking about or what I think I heard but that there was no such thing in that park.
But I heard this, like a fight, in the distance, muffled but close at the same time, I could hear people crying in pain, I could hear commanders yelling at troops, and the sound of soldiers marching with steel-heeled brogans in unison.
From what I can tell, I heard something no one else heard.
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2023.05.30 23:06 majin_rose_j Would overclocking or upgrading my CPU be worth the performance increase for my scenario?

Quick background, I'm more of a console gamer and don't care a whole lot about FPS. Mostly play single player games. But I do play on my PC here and there and would like to play more. I thought 60FPS was all I needed. And for console 60 FPS is fine, I feel like I don't notice frame drops and stutters as much as when I play on PC.

I was getting annoyed with my PC, because I would shoot for 4k60 FPS if possible with whatever settings and if that wasn't the case I would lower my resolution until 60 FPS was steady. But I noticed recently no matter how I have my settings for certain games, I still have frame drops and stuttering. And I understand that sometimes games are just poorly optimized and no matter how low you go the performance is weird. (looking at you Gotham Knights)

I was on the market for a new monitor anyways, so I went out and got a 4k120hz LG OLED C2. Scratches my monitor and TV itch perfectly for my PC and PS5. 2080 only has HDMI 2.0 so I game at 1440p now and WOW, was I doing a disservice to my 2080 all this time. It's blowing way past 60 for most games at high or ultra settings (80-110 FPS avg) and I still feel like the stutters and frame drops happen, but they're not nearly as noticeable.

Now I'm at a point where I'm wondering if I've just been leaving too much performance on the board all these years for my 2080. I built this PC back in late 2019 more on the fact that Microcenter was giving out great deals at the time as opposed to wanting a beast PC.
I think I tried overclocking my memory once in the BIOS (A2 and B2 slot) and my computer died and I was terrified so never tried again. Do you guys think overlocking would be worth the performance boost? I've seen posts recently saying just upgrading the CPU could unlock a whole new world. But I don't know too much about what would work best with my 2080 or if its even compatible with my motherboard. Is there a way to push my PC to more consistent frames close to 120 FPS and less stuttering and frame drops? Also I use the stock AMD fan that came with the 2700x. I had heating issues with my case before but then added a beefy Noctua NF-F12 heavy duty cooling as a case fan and temps haven't been an issue since.
Had a screenshot ready, thought I could post my setup but looks like I can't. Here's the parts list.

Also quick side if anyone knows how to help. My motherboard comes with 2 m2 slots. One is hidden behind a shield heatsink that I didn't know about. And one just out in the open. I found out like a year later that the hidden one is the faster slot, tried to unscrew the shield, but stripped the indentation into the screw. Like I can't get anything to latch on the screw. And it's so small its difficult. So if you have any suggestions please let me know!!!
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2023.05.30 23:06 thewholepridemonth Help! I’ve given myself 28 units of tresiba by accident

I was going to inject myself for dinner around 6 hours ago - 12 units of novorapid. I ran out whilst trying to dial my pen up, so I went and put some new insulin in and i injected myself. I felt alright for the first 30 minutes before I started feeling sick and needing to pee a whole lot. My dexcom has been ridiculously inaccurate recently and telling me that I’m always just reading LOW so I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to that, but I also couldn’t find my metre. I assumed I was fine. Flash forward, it’s 6 hours later and I’m doing my long lasting injection. I FINALLY notice that the insulin in the vial is tresiba right after I’ve done my 16 units and put two and two together, I’ve given myself 28 units!! I started scrambling for my bg metre and I was 17.0 (306 in the USA?) and that explained a whole lot. I instantly gave myself a correction with novorapid, but what should I do now? I’m going to bed soon and really don’t want to be hypo all day Wednesday and Thursday. Any help is appreciated!
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2023.05.30 23:06 Lonely_white_queen The bloody ghost

There is no chance we could have prepared for this, the Winged Empire has found something AGAIN we hadn't planned for, and now as we are slowly picked off all I want to do is punch my commander in the face.
This entire debacle started about two months ago now. I was leading the spearhead into the enemy lines, and for months before we had been pushing them back easily.We thought within another year we would have humanity off that planet. It might take a century to crush the Winged Empire and another to destroy the remnants, but we would win.
That was till I retrieved the report that ended it all. Our flack and anti-air teams had been strong for months, even with how mobile the enemy's aircraft was, but our adaptation of their anti-air systems made them easier to kill. Then our anti-air teams suddenly came across a target they found impossible to kill.
The aircraft moved without reason, no pilot could ever control it, it moved more like a bird than a plane, its wings moved independently, each metallic surface bending like flesh. Yet it clearly wasn't, it flew over our gun emplacement at Mach speeds dropping bombs and firing missiles, yet from the reports something was wrong. I refused to believe it till I saw it but I couldn't go to our anti-air lines as I was needed in the front.
Although my lead of the campaign quickly came to an end, our anti-airlines had been thoroughly dismantled and our resupply was stopped by this one aircraft that had quickly been joined by many of its kind.
It was on our final push attempting to gain new fronts in the enemy lines when I first saw the beast.
The first thing to happen was the enemy lines fell quiet as we charged into their trenches only to find they were empty. Along the trench walls, falls guns were set up and every gun had a crude system set up where a weight filled with water would slowly pull on the trigger till it fired.
As we walked through the trenches trying to find any intel we could send back to base.
It's then we heard the beast for the first time. I came running out of the trench to the sound of something crashing in the center of no-man's land, only to see a ghostly white creature standing there. I wasn't instantly proven my men were not wrong, it was colossal about twice the size of a normal human aircraft but supported itself on several small spindly feet. Four were on the end of what I assume were its wings while another two were at the end of its tail on long thin legs.
The creature looked at us with curiosity. I couldn't see its eyes as it was clearly an aircraft originally I assumed they were behind the windshield while two colossal engines came out of its body ahead of its tail legs.
Slowly I clambered up onto the top of the trench and walked towards it holding out my hand trying to calm the creature. My men instantly started to call it the blood ghost, I had no idea why they called it that the only part that made sense was the ghost part as the entire creature was white except the tip of the engines and the frame of the windshield.
As I drew closer the creature opened its mouth, I suddenly understood why my men had called it the blood ghost. As it shifted its wings opened showing blood-red threads of skin and the inside of its mouth was entirely red.
“Do not treat me like a mindless beast foe of my masters. Why do you fight, warriors of the false empire.” I recoiled in fear and surprise as the beast spoke in perfect Terran standard.
“Y-you can talk?” For a moment the beast seemed to think about whether it should speak or not. “Answer my question alien, your answer will determine if you live or die.”
I stood for a moment thinking of an answer and only came up with one. “I fight because those are my orders, if I do not my family and I will be punished.”
The beast reared up on its hind legs. “Such a pathetic reason, you hold no ideals of your own, you only fight for your own desire, I always question my master's orders but I see the dragon empress was right. So as the monarch of the Aerodargon, I will put the mindless animals down.”
I froze up as the beast lunged at me biting down on my arm, it lifted me up into the air as with many smaller arms I hadn't seen before reached into the equivalent of a bomb bay in its stomach and removed several missiles.
It finally bit down on my arm fully and tossed me away like a ragdoll into the trenches as it began to toss the missiles at my men like javelins, as along its nose on the left side a section of its skin peeled back with a metallic clink before the sound of a rotary cannon spinning up was heard and bullets began to fly from it.
Several of my men instantly started to fire back, our plasma rounds bouncing off its skin or simply sizzling away.
As my soldiers quickly fell they started to run from the fighting, a few of them grabbed me as I bled out and dragged me into the tree line to escape.
As we vanished into the trees, the beast relaxed and watched us as we left, as if it was stalking its prey. “I've hunted prey much deadlier than you on Earth, and an Aerodargon never forgets its prey.”
We hoped the beast was bluffing, no animal could hunt its prey as far as we ran, as I and my men healed our wounds we found a disturbing truth, many of my men who were struck by bullets found that the bullets we pulled out were actually teeth, about 20 cm long and 5 wide they were colossal but nowhere near as large as the ones in its jaw.
As we stayed hidden in the woods we knew our assault had collapsed as we watched our starships fall from the sky. So we devised a plan, there was a logistics point within a nearby city that we should be able to call a rescue ship. But we had to split into small groups to avoid that beast and military patrols.
Slowly we made our way to the city, over the weeks-long march we lost many men, by the time we had started with 80 men, and by the time we got to the supply point, there were only 30 of us remaining.
We did our best to get in contact with our forces, as one by one we were picked off by snippers, but every time we tried to get through our communication either were blocked or just couldn't find their target as our fleet slowly was pushed further back, our failure on this world had created a domino of failures.
We had no options further except to surrender or fight our way out, and neither was possible with our orders, but the beast's question to my surprise sat in the back of my mind.
With no way out we decided to take the honorable exit, one by one my men took their own lives disintegrating their bodies with their plasma pistols till I was the last one left.
I stood for a moment between the piles of ashes, looking up into the buildings I could see maybe a hundred glints of snipper scopes.
But as I was ready to take my own life I heard it again, the engines of that beast getting louder before it shot over me, a white and red streak shot through the air circling the courtyard I was standing in before it came to land on a skyscraper its many claws digging into the steel frame causing tonnes of rubble to fall to the streets below.
Again I found myself enthralled as I watched the beast change from the rigid perfectly shaped form of an ancient Terran aircraft to the beast, hundreds of blood-red tendrils stretched between the wings that formed its arms and the main body.
In a display of power, the beast clambered up the tower till it was at its peak and just looked at me. It didn't smile, laugh, grin or anything, it didn't attack or move, it just sat clinging to the tower breathing as it looked at me.
In anger I brought my pistol up to the beast ready to fire on it but before I could several sniper shots all at once pierced my head.
As the body fell to the ground the Aerodargon jumped from the building landing on the street below tossing up dust. Its white body emerged from the dust cloud as one of the snipers came out from the buildings.
For the moment the Areodargon stood in front of the body before leaning down and biting on his feet, tossing his body into the air and opening its jaw letting the body fall into its maw swallowing it whole.
Slowly the snipper walked up to the Aerodargon and ran their hand along its cold skin. “You ident take too long to think of eating that one Arolan. Something different?”
Arolan snapped his head around defensively bearing his teeth, caught off Garud by the snipper as he had been so indulged in eating the body. As soon as he realized who was there, he relaxed as he stood up on his legs to their full height.
“This man had no soul, he was nothing more than a robot taking orders so I treat him as such.”
“Hummm, we're lucky to have your kind on our side.”
“I am not loyal to your kind, Tailon. I am loyal to my makers, I am loyal to you only as long as you are loyal to humanity. Do not take my peace with you as loyalty, I would consume you just as readily.”
Tailon walked around in front of Arolan tossing her rifle over her back. “Yes, but I am loyal to humanity, I was born under the winged empire's wing, I would die before going back to the curse my parents saw under the first empire.”
Arolan looked down at her for a moment before chuckling. “You are the only one to speak to me so brashly Tailon, your strong soul is why I indulge you so willingly, now, let us return to the enterprise before we are left on this barren rock for the rest of the war.”
Hopping into the air the twin engines that were a part of Arolan’s body burst into life sending a warm gust of air across the land as he shot into the air leaving Tailon behind for her to walk over to a transport truck the other snippers were clambering into.
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2023.05.30 23:05 RedTiger013 Helped in a flipped over accident today, just want to know if I did things wrong.

This happened today, about 30 minutes ago. I am not an EMS, but I do have medical training. I was in my apartment when I heard a pretty bad crash, and as I walked out I see a car flipped over on the side of the road. I rushed to see what's going on and there is an elderly lady in the driver's seat, nobody else in the car. She was alive, moving, but not responding. I see smoke coming from the bottom of the car, with fluids leaking from the engine. I know that it is not ideal to move an injured car accident victim, but my mind was on that fluid thinking that it was going to combust. I asked for a knife and somebody gave me their pocket knife and we cut her out and brought her on her back near the car. Her neck was stabilized but it had moved a bit while she was being pulled out of the car. The car never caught fire. Now I'm sitting alone with myself wondering if I did the right thing.
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2023.05.30 23:05 afieldOwe349 Babe, I promise.

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2023.05.30 23:05 Lub-Lub What happened with Kunigami in the wildcard.

I wanna try and put my opinion on what actually happened to kunigami in the wildcard. Physically, Emotionally and mentally.
First I wanna go over physically. Besides rigorous training in the wildcard to copy Noel Noas physique, I don't think anything else crazy happened. Yes he looks tired and obviously is a lot more bulky and big but besides constant training that he and many others in the wildcard had to go through I don't think he went through too much. Especially since his physique was already near perfect for a Noel Noah copy.
Next is Emotionally. This is definitely one that had such a major effect on Kunigami. Kunigami was a nice guy and was always playing fair. Even wanting Kuon to celebrate with the team after team Zs victory even after his whole sabotaging. And Kunigami decided to split his steak with Isagi acknowledging he couldn't have done it without an assist. Even though he was the one to score he knew that isagi was a key element to that and many others most likely wouldn't have done this. In the wildcard I feel that what truly Emotionally drained kunigami was the fact that since it was probably a free for all (Most likely no teams being made) he most likely had to watch his old team mates fall to his skill and much more. Beating his old allies and many other foes who's whole career was thrown out the trash because of him it went from him extending a hand of some sort to why even bother caring? Especially after beating his old teammates which would go against his Superhero mentality.
Now Mentally. This is the biggest one that I believe had the most powerful effect on Kunigami. Of course we know his superhero philosophy on playing fair and only being that. However as I said in the emotional category a superhero wouldn't even dare get rid of his friends. If Kunigami truly was/wanted to be a superhero he wouldn't have beat the other players in the wildcard. He would've sacrificed himself so others could carry on. However he couldn't stick to this mentality forcing himself to play much more selfishly, abandoning that superhero self he aspired to be.
I like to think that Ego either knew kunigami wouldn't make it so far without having such a big ego. Thus leading to him crafting the wild card for kunigami to prosper on as a copy of Noel Noah or maybe he was targeting kunigami once he made it to the wildcard. If he did target him it may have been because he was upset kunigami made it decently far in the blue lock program without having such a big ego. However these are just my own ramblings and while it's very unlikely it's interesting to me
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2023.05.30 23:05 dodgerdaisy14 Anyone recognize this caterpillar? He's near my baby hosta. Google lens told me he's an eggplant 🍆🤔 we are in east Texas.

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2023.05.30 23:05 For2ANJ 2 Weeks Ending 5.30.23 Media Coverage on Everything Guns in New Jersey

Here is a listing of all the media articles, for the past 2 weeks on anything gun related that related to New Jersey:
Note: Articles on the recent PI ruling have been omitted as covered in separate post (Link at bottom)
  1. Man Shot By Police After Firing Gun Near NJ Train Station: Mayor Wayne, NJ Patch
  2. Prosecutor: 6 NY men posed as police in armed NJ home invasion (
  3. New Jersey police officer who authorities say shot and killed a 911 caller is charged with manslaughter CNN
  4. Newark Sees 4th Multiple Shooting In A Month: 4 Shot, 1 Dead Newark, NJ Patch
  5. Person With Gun Reported At Great Falls, Juvenile Charged: Paterson PD Wayne, NJ Patch
  6. 13-year-old's shooting inspires anti-crime initiative in Newark, New Jersey for summer safety - ABC7 New York (
  7. Analysis: Three experts explain America's gun politics CNN
  8. NJ State Police seize guns from Paterson man and woman (
  9. NJ’s attorney general confronts gun violence, corruption, police reform — and a paradox - Gothamist
  10. NJ Teen Charged With Attempted Murder In Shooting Near Carnival East Brunswick, NJ Patch
  11. Pa. man charged after accidentally shooting himself at Wildwood Crest motel, police say PhillyVoice
  12. Church member arrested in shooting death of Sayreville councilwom (
  13. Student Photo With Firearm Probed, 'No Imminent Danger': Brick PD Brick, NJ Patch
  14. NJ road rage gunfire: 7 things to try when you’re this angry (
  15. Pleasantville, NJ, Man Facing Gun Charges After Foot Pursuit (
  16. DWI Driver Found With Loaded Gun After Crash: Montgomery Police Hillsborough, NJ Patch
  17. Three Youths Arrested in Trenton After Bucks Gun Store Heist – NBC10 Philadelphia (
  18. Mom says Newark police handcuffed 8-year-old daughter in search for big brother’s gun -
  19. Hero N.J. police officer wrestled ‘ghost gun’ from suspect, saved bystanders -
  20. Ex-Con Wanted In Edgewater Domestic Assault Caught Outside Cliffside Bar With Gun: Police Cliffside Park-Edgewater Daily Voice Serving Cliffside Park, Edgewater, Bogota, Fairview, and Ridgefield
  21. Atlantic County Man Sentenced for Possession of Illegal Handgun (
  22. Shots fired outside a Paterson school over parking, cops say (
  23. Authorities identify 8-year-old, man killed by gunman in N.J. apartment -
  24. Frackville man charged after gun discharges in Wildwood Crest, New Jersey, wounding him (
  25. Sen. Bob Menendez, Mayor Ras Baraka call for more enforcement of federal gun laws - CBS New York (
  26. Murphy Announces Intention to Nominate Michael Noriega to Serve on the New Jersey Supreme Court - Insider NJ
  27. Eunice Dwumfour murder: Arrest made in shooting death of New Jersey councilwoman - ABC7 New York (
  28. N.J. attorney convicted of murder in shooting death of his longtime girlfriend -
  29. Joaquin DeJesus, 53, of Atlantic City Sentenced to 8-Year Prison Term For Firearms Offenses - South Jersey Observer
  30. AI may be the future of preventing school shootings PIX11
  31. Chicago man arrested in NJ DWI with stolen gun from Alabama (
  32. NJ Fugitive Joel Martinez Accused of Pistol-Whipping Transgender Woman, Shooting Others – NBC10 Philadelphia (
  33. InsiderNJ's Fight of the Week: Platkin v. Bumb (and Guns) - Insider NJ
  34. Worker Wrestles Gun From Gas Station Convenience Store Robber On Route 46 Saddle Brook-Elmwood Park Daily Voice Your Local News for Saddle Brook and Elmwood Park, New Jersey
  35. Armed robber steals thousands in cash from NJ pharmacy (
  37. Man charged in N.J. cold case killing was arrested with murder weapon a decade ago, cops say -
  38. Two Atlantic City men arrested with drugs, handgun (
  39. Atlantic County Man Sentenced For Handgun Possession Gloucester Daily Voice Your Local News for Gloucester County, New Jersey
  40. Brattleboro man gets prison time as felon with a gun again Local News
  41. Southern District of New York New Jersey Man Charged With Gunpoint Robbery Of Manhattan Electronics Store United States Department of Justice
  42. NJ man accused of leading PSP on chase along I-80 (
  43. Camden County Armed-Robbery Suspect Remains At Large: Police Collingswood, NJ Patch
  44. District of New Jersey Essex County Man Admits Shooting of Former Federal Informant United States Department of Justice

Note: Articles on the recent PI ruling have been omitted as covered in separate post here:
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2023.05.30 23:05 byharryconnolly Characters who mirror each other

One of the storytelling tools that interests me most is the way creators will create characters who mirror each other, meaning that have similarities that invite the audience to compare or contrast them.
Stranger Things does this, too, but not as often as I expected. Then again, maybe I’m missing some, which is the point of this post.
Some examples of what I mean:
— In season one, Steve and Jonathan both turn up in Nancy’s bedroom, and it’s clearly so that we, the audience, can see how differently they behave. With Steve, Nancy keeps telling him not to do things—starting with climbing through the window—and he immediately does them anyway. He pushes and pushes until she finally has to lose her temper to get him to listen.
In contrast, Jonathan is so deferential, never pushing against boundaries that she hasn’t even established yet, that she actually sounds annoyed when she asks him to get into the bed (atop the covers) to make her feel safe.
— In season four, it’s clear that Jason and Sullivan mirror each other. Jason’s actions and choices come from the JV version of Sullivan’s playbook.
* Jason and Sullivan are both certain they know who is committing the murders in Hawkins, and are both wrong.
* Jason attacks the the members of Corroded Coffin/ Sullivan storms the Byers’ house
* Jason stands on the drummer’s hand, using pain and threat of injury to make him talk/ Sullivan straight up tortures Agent Wallace
And so on. Both are leaders, and I’m sorry to say this, Jason apologists, but I think the Duffers are making it clear that Jason could very easily grow up to be Sullivan.
— Jumping back to season one again, there’s a pair of characters who mirror each other, but I’m not sure why it’s there or what it’s supposed to mean. Near the beginning of episode two, we see Eleven try to take off her shirt, which freaks out the boys. Mike has to explain the meaning of privacy to her.
At the end of the episode, Nancy asks for privacy, then she does take off her shirt. Steve starts with his back turned and ends the scene facing her.
And to be honest, I’m not sure what effect that’s supposed to have on me as a viewer. To contrast the ages of the groups? To show a similarity between El and Nancy that is never paid off later in the series? Eleven doesn’t even know that taking off her shirt in this context is a big deal, while Nancy does and has to summon real courage to do it.
I’m interested to hear people’s thoughts.
— Finally, we have Billy and Will.
In season two, I thought they had such similar names because we were supposed to connect them somehow. But the only connection was that they were both members of the Our Dads Suck Club, and their fathers didn’t even suck in the same way.
In interviews, the Duffers said they’d originally had more story for Billy in S2, but had to push those elements into season three. Then, we see what they meant. Will and Billy were both snatched away by creatures of the Upside Down. Both of their bodies were taken over. Both were used to create and then spread monsters in our world.
Of course, their personalities couldn’t be more different. Billy is a violent rageaholic. Will is kind and passive. The only violent thing Will does in the show happens when the mind flayer is about to be expelled from his body and he tries to choke his mother. The only *kind* thing that Billy does happens when El reminds him of his mother’s love for him, and he throws off the mind flayer’s domination and sacrifices his life to protect Eleven’s.
By season three, they have much more connections between them. But like the contrast between Nancy and Eleven, I’m not sure if there’s a deliberate choice there with a specific meaning, or whether the Duffers are repeating story elements that feel powerful to them in the way they reuse “March 22” or the name Peter in S4. I mean, maybe these are just their personal obsessions.
Does anyone else have examples of characters or scenes that mirror each other? I have a couple of others that I left out because this is already too long.
If you can think of some, please drop them in the comments.
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2023.05.30 23:04 girl_from_the_crypt Stuck on earth and looking for a job: I sat in a shopping cart for most of this...

Nettie Peterson has known me at my best and at my worst, and after everything that's happened lately, I think I can finally say the same. I'm admittedly not very good at comforting her, though. I haven't had much practice, is all. Historically speaking, she's always been the one to take care of me. My introduction to earth was a confusing, horrifying time for me, and she had dealt with all of it. She'd handled every panic attack, brought me back from every low. When I woke up one night to a drilling pain in my stomach and blood soaking my panties, she managed to keep me calm while explaining that this would now happen every month.
What I'm saying is that the woman is insanely skilled.
Me, not so much. After we had gotten out of the cave, I tried to provide emotional support by petting her hair and talking soothingly. Seeing as I was also distressed, she was doing the same to me, so we were basically sitting on the beach holding each other. To the outside observer, we must have looked rather strange. I was relieved to finally get back to her house. We sat down in front of the TV and ate cupcakes. We have a special system for eating cupcakes. I peel off the frosting and give her rest. It's messy and I have to keep hand wipes nearby everytime, but it's how we do it. We both eat cupcakes whole when we're by ourselves, so it doesn't make much sense either, but when we share, it's always like this.
Once I was sure she was alright, I left her to go off to bed while I made my way back to the hotel, bracing myself for what I expected to be an extremely uncomfortable conversation.
The lobby was dim and quiet. The large, bright ceiling lights had been turned off with only a couple floor lamps illuminating the hall. I walked past the unmanned reception desk and up the stairs, then rapped my knuckles against the door to Frankie's room. After a couple seconds, he opened up. Upon meeting my gaze, he let out a soft gasp, but it wasn't followed by a smile this time. He made way for me to step inside, wordlessly, and I entered without breaking the silence. I sat down on the sofa where he joined me after placing a glass of coconut water in front of me.
For a beat, we both stared at the drink. I didn't take it.
"What you did felt really off earlier," I began. "You were trying to embarrass Nettie. If you were testing your boundaries, if you were trying to see how I'd react, you got your answer. Don't ever make me choose between you two. You'll lose."
"Yes," he said quietly.
"If you don't get along with Nettie, that's one thing. You don't need to. But she was needling you and you made a real effort to be cruel." I paused. "You act so strange sometimes. All bossy and cagey."
"Yes," he repeated, briefly falling silent as he worked away on his gum in slow, contemplative motions. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. I wanted to unsettle her. It's not that I don't like her, she's fine, but at that moment, I simply loathed her. I couldn't tell you why. But I wish I'd kept quiet. I feel gross for spouting off like that."
"Then… why?"
"I don't know! There's this weird feeling, it comes over me and makes me remember stuff that's in the past… Then I get caught up and confused. I run my mouth, but I don't want to make you upset. I swear I won't do it again. I'll rein myself in."
"Will you? This doesn't seem right." I took a deep breath. "Frankie, I have no idea what you are. Even though you know everything about me."
"Not everything," he argued. "You never said a thing about what life was like where you're from. Or who you were before. Yes, that's not what this is about, but I'm just speaking technically."
"You shouldn't have to rely on technicalities to make a point."
"No. Look, I keep wondering what I'm even doing here. I like you a lot. But I haven't thought this through and by now, I'm scared to."
"Stop talking in riddles," I implored him.
He huffed out a chuckle. "I'd have to stop thinking in them first." Before he could add anything else, his phone started vibrating on the TV table. "Oh, dammit," he muttered. Shooting me an uncertain gaze, he reached out for it, his hand hovering above the screen. "Can I?"
"Sure." I let go of a long breath, snatched up the glass and leaned back in my seat as Frankie answered the call. I pick up on a woman's voice talking on the other end.
He kept glancing over at me almost sheepishly as he mumbled words of affirmation into the phone. "Yes… Yeah, I remember… Well, it's not a good time, but I'll do it. Bye." Dropping the device into his lap, he gave me a twist of the mouth. "That was Mae-Lynn. She works at—"
"The diner with you," I cut him off. "I do take note of the other staff there, for your information." I took a sip of my water. "Occasionally."
"I promised to do some shopping for her. She's come down with the flu. Store's closing soon, though, so I'll have to go now."
"Well, that's convenient."
"I was going to ask you to come along."
I agreed. Having lost track of the conversation, the drive was a grim, quiet affair. Frankie took us to one of the more expensive stores in the area, saying that he wanted to treat Mae-Lynn.
"Take a cart," I ordered, and once he had acquired one, I had him hold it still while I climbed inside. He regarded me with a bemused expression but refrained from commenting as he began to roll me down the aisles.
Grocery shopping at night is something else. Eighties music was playing over the radio at a low volume, but the otherwise quiet space made it sound decidedly louder. There was almost the hint of an echo. Safe for two of three singular, tired-looking individuals, Frankie and I were the only people in the store. I had nestled against the back of the cart, my head tipped back to watch Fran's face from below as his eyes roamed the shelves. Occasionally, he'd stop to check the list Mae-Lynn had texted him on his phone.
"If you want anything, speak up," he told me.
"I'm out of cereal," I said, just as we passed the respective aisle. He turned the cart back around, let me pick out a carton of cornflakes and took up walking again. After five minutes of stoically regarding him from my mobile vantage point, I piped up again. "Go back. Wrong ones."
"Well, which ones do you want? I'll get them, it's faster than pushing this thing around."
I shook my head. "No, no, I have to look at them. Go back."
He shook his head to himself but obediently maneuvered the cart back to the shelf with the breakfast items. I took my time picking out a different box, then settled back down.
"Happy?" Fran asked.
After fifteen minutes, we were getting close to finishing Mae-Lynn's list. Frankie was starting to move towards the cash register, only for me to tug on his arm. "Turn back," I told him, holding up the box. "I don't want them after all. I need different ones."
He stifled a groan. "Sure, Sunshine." I let him roll me all the way back to the cereal aisle where I studied the colorful boxes intensely. "Nevermind," I said, turning back to him. "Let's go."
He started making his way over to the register again when I cleared my throat. "Actually, I think I might have another look."
"Are you kidding me?" he squeaked, only for me to hold his gaze with a smile. "You are," he choked out. "I oughta send you rolling right into that stack of cans."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Is that a challenge?" He glanced about himself, finding that we were alone. Then, he pushed the cart, and it swerved, sliding across the shiny floor. The thrill of the launch washed over me and I started laughing. He lunged for it, grabbing it just in time to prevent the collision.
"Do it again!" I demanded.
He indulged me, sending me swerving and spinning a couple more times. Eventually, he took a running start and pushed me down a long, empty aisle at a breakneck speed. The giggles died in my throat when, seemingly out of thin air, someone appeared at the end of the aisle. My jaw dropped and I reflexively gripped the sides of the cart to protect myself from the impending crash, but the person simply reached out and caught the cart by its edges. Within the blink of an eye, they had managed to steady it. My vehicle had come to a standstill. It all happened incredibly fast, and for a moment, I found myself unable to react. One of the other person's hands had come to rest over mine in the process. Still at a loss for words, I raised my head to meet their gaze.
Those eyes.
My heart, already thundering in my chest, dropped entirely into my stomach. There were pupils filling the void in that formerly uninterrupted pale vastness this time, but I recognized them either way. Seeing them sit in an actual face instead of behind a nondescript black mask was strange, but there was not a doubt in my mind. It was them.
The cultist had jarringly pleasant features that struck me as neither overtly feminine nor masculine. Their tawny skin had an almost bronze sheen to it and short locks of platinum blond hair stuck to their smooth forehead, slick with the same sweat that formed stains beneath the armpits of their light gray t-shirt.
It was like time stood still. The interaction could not have been longer than two seconds in total, but it felt like a full hour. From me staring at our linked hands, to locking eyes with them, to the cold, raw realization, it seemed to me as though forty minutes or more had gone by, followed by another twenty when I watched the crude smile forming on their lips. Their fingers clamped down on my own, and before I knew it, it had happened.
The lights in the store had changed color, taking on a dimmer, sickly green tint. The shelves around us had emptied and the gentle, melodic hum of the radio had been replaced by a deep, droning buzz of static. I was still sitting in the shopping cart, and the cultist was still leaning over me, but their expression had morphed into one of shocked disbelief. Seeing fear on the face of the person who'd stabbed me might have been a great satisfaction to me in any other situation, but right then and there, I was equally as terrified.
I had switched dimensions and was now alone with my attempted murderer.
The thought took a while to sink in, but the clearer it became, the more I felt the need to scream. And yet, not a sound left my lips. My own saliva had turned sour, filling my mouth with an acidic taste. Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach like icy, chilled water and tears were stringing the corners of my eyes. I blinked them away in a hurry, redirecting my gaze at the cultist. They were staring past me in a daze, taking in our changed surroundings before fixing me with a sharp glare.
"What?" The word somehow slipped past the lump in my throat.
The cultist made a sweeping gesture at our surroundings. "Where are we? What the hell is this? You don't even have your dimension hopping under control? Not gonna lie, I had higher expectations of you."
"What?" I repeated eloquently.
"You just switched dimensions on my ass. And seeing as you literally crashed into me, I don't think you planned on doing that."
"I didn't," I confirmed.
"That's what I'm talking about."
"You know about dimensions?"
The cultist palmed their face, emitting a deep, low groan. "Clearly."
I scrambled back in the cart, trying to bring some distance between the two of us. I bared my teeth at them, both rows elongating and curving outward. At least I was getting the hang of my physical transformation. "If you come any closer, I'll rip your hand off," I hissed, spittle flying out between my fangs.
"I believe you," they replied, narrowing their eyes at me. "I'm not gonna hurt you."
"That's hard for me to believe."
"Yes, sure. I did and I would again, but not here. Not now. You understand?" they asked pointedly, their voice cutting like a razor blade.
"I'm not sure I do."
"Well, without you, I won't get out of here, and I've stuff to do on the other side." They stepped behind the cart and grabbed onto the handle.
I hastily twisted around to face them. "You know about the finer details of dimension hopping but you can't do it yourself?"
They let out a soft sigh as they began pushing the cart, with me inside, down the empty aisle. "I managed to do it once. Just once. Never again. It's not a great surprise to me that you should be able to switch to the other sides, but I'd thought you'd be able to control it. I think I have your number. I'm pretty sure I know what you are, and we have more in common than you could have probably guessed. That boy you were with on the other hand… I won't lie, he freaks me out. He's got the strangest face and he didn't react to my eyes at all."
"What are you?" I queried, quick to steer him away from the topic of Frankie Preston even though I didn't really expect an honest answer. "How'd you do that the other night? Your… your eye thing?"
"That unsettled you, didn't it? It's not anything I do per se." They shrugged leisurely. "I could just as well ask you where you're hiding your tentacles."
"So you're not human. I didn't think you were," I stated. "What's your business with the Collective? What are you after? Are any of you normal people?"
"As far as I know, I'm the only one who's not." They steered the cart around the corner with a swift, forcible yank and I bumped painfully against the side of the cart. Stifling a yelp, I kept my face straight, looking over the shelves as we passed them. I noticed that some of them weren't entirely empty—there were a couple jars, cans and bags of various goods standing scattered throughout. They looked almost lonely. The cultist, registering my wandering gaze, stopped and grabbed a random plastic jar that looked like it could be containing peanut butter or something of the sort. The label was faded and partially peeled off. They inspected it from all sides before thrusting it into my hands. "Here, open it," they commanded.
"I certainly won't," I replied, a mix of rage and apprehension bubbling in my chest.
"Aren't you curious?"
"No. But if you are, go on and open it yourself."
They grunted, grabbing the jar and unscrewing the red lid. They dropped it to the floor where it bounced off once and rolled away into the darkness. Peering in, their expression remained unchanged. "Nothing. Look." They held it out to me and sure enough, it was empty. I let them hand it to me, intrigue winning me over as I started examining the small container. It was completely unremarkable. I reached two of my fingers inside only for the digits to suddenly be stricken with a searing pain. It flashed through my bones like lightning and I cried out, withdrawing my hand. Suddenly, the floor seemed to quiver. The lights in the store flickered, seeming startlingly bright for a split second only to turn dimly green once more. The cultist let out an involuntary shriek, staggering back before managing to steady themself as everything went back to its former solid state.
"What the fuck was that?" they wheezed.
"An earthquake?" I suggested, not quite knowing what else to say. My pulse was thrumming in my ears, hard enough to split my head in half. It took me a minute to regain a relative state of calm.
"An earthquake? In another dimension? You're messing with me."
"I don't know! Maybe it was… maybe I was nearly jumping back, I have no idea." I shook my head, ignoring the throbbing pain shooting through my temples. "I don't have it all figured out yet, but it's an emotional response. Whenever my flight instinct gets triggered, these dimension switches happen. It was the jar. The jar is painful inside."
"What do you mean?" they asked, eagerly reaching for the jar and sticking their pinky finger into it. They pulled it back out with a howl, letting the jar drop to the floor. "What the hell is up with this place?"
"How would I know?" I argued hotly.
"Yeah, well. Anyways." All of a sudden, their hand was in my hair, tugging on my braid. They yanked my head to the side, and before I could break out my tentacles or try to snap my jaws at them, I could feel their hot breath on my nape. A scream died in my throat, equal parts painful and shocked. My eyes burned, my vision swimming when the cultist dragged their teeth across my skin, leaving a trail of warm saliva. And then, fast and without mercy, they bit down.
The lights turned bright white. The static buzzing that had been hanging in the stale air changed to the familiar eighties music tunes. Squinting into the sudden brightness, the colors of the countless types of packaged products filling the shelves almost seemed to be screaming at me.
We were back.
The cultist disentangled themself, quickly stepping away from me. I looked up, still dazed, to see why. Frankie Preston had come up behind us, snatching the cart away from the other person and pulling it out of their reach. I immediately scrambled up to wrap my arms around him. "That's them," I breathed. "From the Collective."
"I know," he said tonelessly. His eyes, trained on the blonde, spelled murder. "You should get out of here," he added, addressing them. "The shelves here are rickety, they might fall on you."
The cultist's expression was a frozen mix of suppressed uncertainty and confusion. Still, they held the server's gaze. "You should maybe not… do anything stupid," they uttered, their voice almost equally as flat as his.
"I'm all about stupid."
"Then I guess I ought to leave. See you guys soon. It was a pleasure." They threw us a smile that was faker than Frankie's when he waited tables before marching off, leaving the two of us alone in the aisle.
"Are you alright?" Fran asked, running a hand over my mussed braid. "What happened? I'm so… one minute you were here and the next…"
"We switched dimensions."
"I pieced that together. You weren't gone for long… just a couple minutes." He nervously twisted his wet bubble gum around the tip of his finger, drawing nervous strings.
"Were you worried?"
"Out of my mind," he said in a low voice, not meeting my gaze. "I mean, I knew you'd be okay on your own, I wasn't saying that—"
"I wasn't. I'm not," I interrupted him. "I got out alright, sure I did, but I'm not okay right now." I swallowed. My throat was bone dry. "I need to call Mary Markov. She should hear about this."
Frankie nodded along. "Do you want me to do it for you? I'm certain I can give her an accurate description."
I declined and sat back in the cart. Per my request, Fran brought me home after we'd paid for everything. I needed some time alone to relax and pretend everything was normal. I cleaned my room and then looked through job listings, which I admittedly haven't done in a little while. When I couldn't find any other way to procrastinate, I made the call to Mary Markov, which went about as well as could be expected. She wants to see me tomorrow, though. I wish she'd told me about what. For a newsreader, she's really not very forward with her information.
2: deadbeat roommate
3: creepy crush
4: relocation
5: beach concert
6: First date
7: Temp work
8: roommate talk
9: a dismal worldview
10: warehouse
11: staircase
12: explanation
13: hurt
14: hospital
15: ocean
16: diner
17: government work
18: something in the caves
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2023.05.30 23:04 ROBINHOODEATADIK Shower install advice

Greetings all , So our home has a pre poured cement ‘curb’ ( I think that’s the correct term) for a shower in the basement . It’s rectangular shaped and has a drain offset ( nowhere near centered ) . I am capable of doing general home repair but have never tried something like this before so any help would be greatly appreciated!! The basic ?’s I have are - do I build the frame on top if the raised ledges then attach mold resistant drywall on the outside ( the side that would be outside the bathroom … the living room wall ) and cement board on the inside where shower kit will go .?? - do I run cement board all the way to floor inside the area for the shower pan - lastly is this the correct ‘order’
Drywall (Curb) Liner Cement Board Shower pan Shower wall
Sorry if this is confusing but it won’t allow me to add a photo
Thank you all for any help you can give
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2023.05.30 23:03 KamilCesaro can someone explain to me why cyberpunk wont start?

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2023.05.30 23:03 LTRedditGuy The Drugs I Took Nearly Got Me Killed

About a week ago I had a pounding migraine that wouldn’t go away, I tried everything; medicines, antihistamines and mostly everything else. I went to the doctors a couple times, but they couldn’t do jack, I literally thought nothing would make this go away and I’ll just have to sleep it off.
Until I found something online,
“24/7 Cheap Doctors Appointment Just for You!”. I was skeptical at first, I mean who would fall for something like that; but by this point I was looking for anything I had. So, I went. I took the address and sped off, no thoughts in my mind apart from the pounding sensation running through my head. I did eventually get there; it took a while, but I could handle the pain as I went upstairs.
When I got there it wasn’t what I expected; old dusty carpet on the floor, the walls poking out at me with jagged sides, cabinets from the 90’s and…two doctors already standing there, like they knew I was coming.
“Hello Richard! Just have a seat next to Dr Hartman.” The other doctor loudly suggests, wait, how does she know my name? I just sit down to wait and then the split second I sit down, Dr Hartman shoves something down my throat. It was short, but noticeable.
“Alright have a good day, Richard!” Have a good day? I had so many questions in my mind, but I didn’t want to say anything, so I just left, but when I walked out, I got a text from my friend. He was talking about a concert to go to, he had already paid for it. I somewhat agreed with hesitation, what if something happened with the things shoved down my throat? I didn’t think properly at the time.
The car ride was terrible, nothing but agonizing pain; it got worse when I got to the concert. When I got to the concert, I’m going to take it the medicine shoved down my throat kicked in because everyone became nothing but rainbow. Like a drug overdose, it was pure torture. When I got into the actual concert it was only spirals cheering for the people on stage, I didn’t even know if I was with my friend. Until someone grabs my right wrist, tightly. I start rapidly jogging with some dude that by my knowledge was my friend, we walk for at least five minutes till we stop, the cheering also stops. Where am I? The only sound I hear is water dripping onto the damp floor.
I wish I could tell you a happy ending, but I can’t. I don’t know where I am; the only light I see is one spiral, a very small spiral getting bigger. I’ll notify all of you when I get back home, but I don’t now know what’s home.
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