I strained my ankle outside of work two weeks ago and gave them a doctors excuse saying that i would be out of work for two weeks. I called today to see if I can get scheduled to come back and work my regular schedule starting Saturday but a mate said they would have to contact HR to see if it’s okay and that they would contact me back. She asked if i had uploaded any documents from my doctor in which i said “no” because I already gave a mate the work excuse from the hospital. Will i have go to my physician to get the work status form filled out or Can I return to work per usual after my two weeks is up?

Plenty of sets look great. Zinogre, Lunagaron, Gore, Anjanath, Tobi, Rathian, so on and so forth. But, thing is, they only ever look good when used in the full set. When used outside of their respective sets, they’ll clash with nearly everything else.
Try to work these pieces into your fashion and they just don’t work. Can’t dye the parts that matter, nothing else has that particular shade of the color, most other armor pieces can’t be dyed well enough to fit, some just have those accents that stick out like a sore thumb (MR Rajang). Not to mention the occasional high-tech eyesores. It’s complete agony.
You’ve got how many pieces of armor in the game and most of them will never work in any serious fashion. It makes the entire realm of cosmetics feel so fucking small.
So… how do you get over this? It keeps bothering me. Hundreds of things to work with and maybe thirty are actually usable.

And now we have another mass school shooting, this time in Tennessee with three 9-year-old girls dead as well as 3 adults. Immediately followed by another pathetic Republican congressman claiming that Congress can’t do a thing.
A community is grieving, schoolkids across America are terrified, and after 130 mass shootings in the first 87 days of this year — 33 of them in schools and colleges — you’d think average Americans would finally understand the horrors of the gun violence Republicans in Congress and on the Supreme Court have inflicted on us.
This is a phenomenon as systemic and unique to the United States today as Jim Crow was in the 1950s. The gun control movement needs to learn from the Civil Rights movement.

Back in 1955, young Black people like 14-year-old Emmett Till were routinely murdered by white people all over America, usually with no consequence whatsoever.

Emmett Till was kidnapped by two Mississippi white men, brutally tortured, murdered, and his mangled body was thrown into the Tallahatchie River. (And the white men who did it, and the white woman who set it off with a lie, never suffered any consequence.*)

His mother, Mamie Bradley, made the extraordinarily brave decision to show her child’s mutilated face with an open-coffin funeral in their hometown of Chicago.

Jet magazine ran a picture you can see here of Emmett, which went viral, invigorating the Civil Rights movement as it horrified the nation. As President Biden said last month, honoring the release of the new movie Till:

“JET magazine, the Chicago Defender and other Black newspapers were unflinching and brave in sharing the story of Emmett Till and searing it into the nation’s consciousness.”

That picture made real the horrors of white violence against Black people in America for those who were unfamiliar, or just unwilling, to confront it.

We’ve all heard about Newtown and Stoneman Douglas and Las Vegas, but have you ever seen pictures of the bodies mutilated by the .223 caliber bullets that semi-automatic assault weapons like the AR15 fire?

Chest x-ray of young girl suffering from #1 cause of death in children / adolescents in the U.S., source

The odds are pretty close to zero; most Americans have no idea the kind of damage such weapons of war can do to people, particularly children.
But we need to learn.

In the 1980s, egged on by partisans in the Reagan administration, America’s antiabortion movement begin the practice of holding up graphic, bloody pictures of aborted fetuses as part of their demonstrations and vigils.

Their literature and magazines, and even some of their advertisements, often carry or allude to these graphic images.

Those in the movement will tell you that the decision to use these kinds of pictures was a turning point, when “abortion became real“ for many Americans, and even advocates of a woman’s right to choose an abortion started using phrases like “legal, safe, and rare.“

Similarly, when the Pulitzer Prize-winning photo of 9-year-old “Napalm Girl” Phan Thị Kim Phúc running naked down a rural Vietnamese road after napalm caught her clothes on fire was published in 1972, it helped finally turned the tide on the Vietnam War.

Showing pictures in American media of the result of a mass shooter’s slaughter would be a controversial challenge.

There are legitimate concerns about sensationalizing violence, about morbid curiosity, about warping young minds and triggering PTSD for survivors of violence.
And yet, pictures convey reality in a way that words cannot. One of these days, the parents of children murdered in a school shooting may make the same decision Mamie Till did in 1955.
America’s era of mass shootings kicked off on August 1, 1966 when Charles Whitman murdered his mother and then climbed to the top of the clock tower at the University of Texas and begin shooting.
The vast majority of our mass killings, however, began during the Reagan/Bush administrations following the 1984 San Ysidro, California McDonald’s massacre, the Edmond, Oklahoma Post Office shooting of 1986, and the Luby’s Cafeteria massacre in Killeen, Texas in 1991.
We’ve become familiar with the names of the places, and sometimes the dates, but the horror and pain of the torn and exploded bodies has escaped us.

It’s time for America to confront the reality of gun violence. And all my years working in the advertising business tell me that a graphic portrayal of the consequences of their products is the greatest fear of America’s weapons manufacturers and the NRA.

We did it with tobacco and drunk driving back in the day, showing pictures of people missing half their jaw or mangled and bloody car wreckage, and it worked.

And now there’s a student-led movement asking states to put a check-box on driver’s licenses with the line:

“In the event that I die from gun violence please publicize the photo of my death. #MyLastShot.” This isn’t, however, something that should just be tossed off, or thrown up on a webpage.

Leadership from multiple venues in American journalism — print, television, web-based publications — should get together and decide what photos to release, how to release them, and under what circumstances it could be done to provide maximum impact and minimum trauma.

But Americans must understand what’s really going on.

A decade ago, President Obama put then-VP Joe Biden in charge of his gun task force, and Joe Biden saw the pictures from school shootings back then.
Here’s how The New York Times quoted then-Vice President Biden:

“‘Jill and I are devastated. The feeling — I just can’t imagine how the families are feeling,’ he said, at times struggling to find the right words.”

Obama himself, after seeing the photos, broke into tears on national television.

And we appear to be tiptoeing up to the edge of doing exactly this. Yesterday’s Washington Post featured an article about what happens when people are shot by assault weapons and included this commentary:

“A Texas Ranger speaks of bullets that ‘disintegrated’ a toddler’s skull. “This explains the lead poisoning that plagues survivors of the shooting in Sutherland Springs, Tex.; David Colbath, 61, can scarcely stand or use his hands without pain, and 25-year-old Morgan Workman probably can’t have a baby. It explains the evisceration of small bodies such as that of Noah Pozner, 6, murdered at Sandy Hook Elementary, and Peter Wang, 15, killed at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High. The Post examined the way bullets broke inside of them — obliterating Noah’s jaw and Peter’s skull, filling their chests with blood and leaving behind gaping exit wounds.”

But we need to go the next step and show the actual pictures for this truth about the horror of gun violence to become widely known. Doing this will take leadership.

And, of course, there must be a Mamie Bradley: a parent, spouse or other relation willing to allow the photos of their loved one to be used in this way.

In 1996 there was a horrific slaughter in Tasmania, Australia, by a shooter using an AR15-style weapon, culminating a series of mass shootings that had plagued that nation for over a decade.

While the Australian media generally didn’t publish the photos, they were widely circulated.

As a result the Australian public was so repulsed that within a year semi-automatic weapons in civilian hands were outlawed altogether, strict gun control measures were put into place, and a gun-buyback program went into effect that voluntarily took over 700,000 weapons out of circulation.

And that was with John Howard as Prime Minister — a conservative who was as hard-right as Ronald Reagan!
In the first years after the laws took place, firearms-related deaths in Australia fell by well over 40%, with suicides dropping by 77%. There have only been two mass killings in the 27 years since then.
The year 1996 was Australia’s Emmett Till moment.
America needs ours.
https://www.commondreams.org/opinion/photographs-of-child-victims-of-mass-shootings
*Carolyn Donham - Emmett Till
https://www.reddit.com/politics/comments/125x2z5/it_is_time_to_show_the_american_people/

5-year-old fatally shoots 16-month-old brother at Indiana apartment

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/crime-courts/16-month-old-boy-dies-gunshot-wound-indiana-apartment-rcna77153
https://www.reddit.com/news/comments/125x58m/5yearold_fatally_shoots_16monthold_brother_at/

The Nashville Shooter’s Arsenal Makes a Mockery of US Gun Laws

https://www.vice.com/en/article/n7evwx/nashville-shooting-gun-laws
https://www.reddit.com/politics/comments/125q80z/the_nashville_shooters_arsenal_makes_a_mockery_of/

This is America

https://i.redd.it/7w5tallt5sqa1.jpg
https://www.reddit.com/oddlyterrifying/comments/125zxgo/this_is_america/
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Hate speeches will go away when politicians stop using religion in politics, says Supreme Court

https://indianexpress.com/article/india/hate-speeches-politics-religion-sc-contempt-plea-8525908/ https://www.reddit.com/india/comments/125o0j6/hate_speeches_will_go_away_when_politicians_stop/

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Hello. I decided to use a package forwarding service based in Sarasota, Florida.
I realized that they incorrectly flagged some items as flammable*. I asked them to correct it, but they corrected only one of them and they keep refusing to correct the other item. They are asking me for the SDS (Safety Data Sheet). Here is the relevant part of their email (in which they still refer to both items as flammable, btw, even after they corrected one of them):

2 flammable items in package id xxxxxxxxx has been reviewed by our Subject Matter Experts and confirmed one of the item was flammable.
Should you want to request for the item to be reviewed again, please send us the SDS. The SDS will contain technical, chemical, safety, and reactivity information. Please ask the seller or manufacturer for this information and we will be happy to review the items again for you.

I've asked both the seller and the manufacturer. The seller confirmed it's not flammable, but doesn't have the SDS and told me to "contact the product brand directly". The only options to contact the manufacturer are via email and by filling out the form on their website - I've tried both, but I haven't received any response aside from the automated email and it's been 19 days since the first try and 14 days since the second...
Based on what I was able to find on the Internet, the SDS is a document related to hazardous materials, so it doesn't really make sense to have it for an item that is not hazmat. They are claiming "this would not be the case as cosmetics would have an SDS", but from a few articles I found, it looks like only if it actually is hazardous.
When asked why the item was flagged as flammable in the first place, they said "The item contains isododecane as one of the top ingredients which is considered as flammable." Based on my research, it seems like that ingredient would be only in smaller concentration, though. Furthermore, mixed with a larger amount of non-flammable water, which is the first ingredient. And they have no way of knowing the actual concentration, so they essentially eyeballed it.
My questions are:

• First of all, can they legally do this - label something as flammable when it's not and refuse to correct it? I would assume they can't.
• What can I do to make them correct it? It doesn't seem fair that I now have to pay for their decision to ship something as hazmat for no reason.
• What is required to have the SDS? Only hazmat or all cosmetics?
• Does anyone have any idea how else I could possibly prove to them it's not flammable? It's kind of ridiculous, though, that I have to prove something to them and not the other way around...

TIA!
*There's nothing that would indicate that it's actually flammable. From what I found, it seems that what is considered flammable is regulated by law and there's a globally harmonized system. Additionally, I've checked multiple sellers around the world and there are no shipping restrictions for this item, while there are restrictions for similar items that actually are flammable. Here's the ingredients list:

AQUA (WATER), ISODODECANE, CYCLOPENTASILOXANE, MICA, DIMETHICONE, BUTYLENE GLYCOL, IPDI/DI-C12-13 ALKYL TARTRATE/BIS-HYDROXYETHOXYPROPYL DIMETHICONE COPOLYMER, NYLON-12, PEG-30 DIPOLYHYDROXYSTEARATE, CAPRYLIC/CAPRIC TRIGLYCERIDE, CETYL PEG/PPG-10/1 DIMETHICONE, POLYGLYCERYL-4 ISOSTEARATE, SODIUM CHLORIDE, ALCOHOL, PHENOXYETHANOL, DISTEARDIMONIUM HECTORITE, HYDROGENATED PALM KERNEL GLYCERIDES, HEXYL LAURATE, DIMETHICONE CROSSPOLYMER, POTASSIUM SORBATE, CAPRYLYL METHICONE, GLYCERIN, HYDROGENATED PALM GLYCERIDES, PARFUM (FRAGRANCE), DI-C12-13 ALKYL TARTRATE, CYANIDIUM CALDARIUM EXTRACT, LOTUS JAPONICUS SOMATIC EMBRYO EXTRACT, +/- CI 77891 (TITANIUM DIOXIDE), CI 77491, CI 77492, CI 77499 (IRON OXIDES), CI 77947 (ZINC OXIDE).

I was never told there was something formally wrong with me growing up. I just survived elementary and high school with no achievements or any good academic standing above 60's. I have a learning disability but with strong ADHD symptoms that I'm trying to get re assessed for.
I've never seen myself in a positive light, I've never held a job without being fired for never staying on top of things, lack of attention and word comprehension. Every sport I play, no matter how hard I try, I'm never above mediocre. I've been playing a goaltending position in hockey and I still suck after 13 years, as well as failing college and work performances. I'll explain why
My nightmare came true when I got access to documentation from my youth on psychological assessments, the results are grim
95% of all characteristic's that make someone a functioning member of society I fall below average or very low. Here's where I fall very low on:
Executive functioning
Organization (very low)
Oral Comprehension
Following Directions
Processing speed (very fucking low)
Hand eye co-ordination
Task initiation
Information retrieval
Short term memory
Anxiety
I have weird behaviours and people make fun of me for them and relatives get angry when I do it uncontrollably (fidgeting, such as moving my hands, or moving my leg).
The only thing I did somewhat fine in spelling. But what good does that do me amongst so many things I'm unable to do. Sure I found out my shortcomings over everything I can't do are disability related but I feel like there is nothing I can do... I'm not medicated and where I am wait times are very long. How am I supposed to feel good about myself when I'm literally inferior in brain functioning? My self esteem becomes worse when I got shunned by teachers and publicly humiliated by them for my organizing skills and my lack of complete assignments as if I have nothing wrong with me. My only accommodation I was given was a different test room in exams, and some other peers who had IEP's like myself are doing so much better then me, they have traveled, can problem solve, can work competently, sail through college, live independently, and make money. No matter how much effort I put into doing the most basic work, I somehow manage to fuck up to the point where bosses have enough of my embarrassing behavior and fire me. I get it every time "Hey X, you're a grea guy and all but..." You know what... I'm glad I flunked a 2 year college obtaining a less 1.00 GAA because the thought of me doing tech work and staying on top of things long term and living independently, and getting out of crippling credit card debt sounds alien, and unfathomably impossible. I can't work because I can't stay on top of things, I'm a horrible driver because I can't process things around me, I can't play sports because I have co-ordination issues, I cant go to school because I can't pay attention, I can't obtain personal achievements in life because I can't stick to things long term
I'm gonna de either jobless living with my parents, or on the streets, I know it's frowned upon to 'give up' but it's not due to lack of trying.
Dear teachers from HS
You like to belittle me and rob my childhood by treating me like a fuckup, and I'm just what you call "rigidly and incorrigibly lazy". Well fucking teacher, how am I lazy when I try just as hard as my peers but they do things like it's second nature, yeah I know I forgot to do the assignments buddy but I also forgot to brush my teeth, trim my nails, eat dinner yesterday, and tie my shoe laces. Yeah guy, I know I'm not as competent as my peers, I'm sorry for that, no, it's not that I "don't care", or I'm lazy, I have a fucking disability (multiple most likely) that make me do everything bad, and you're not doing anything about it. If I'm expected to do this un-accommodated then I'll self loathe justifiably because my future is already mapped out for me. I try probably more harder getting through school than you do teach.
Tell me I can't self loathe, maybe it's easier to see myself differently if I wasn't so damn depressed, waking every day at 12pm unemployed for 2 years after flunking out of college and nobody thought of getting me assessed for ADHD or ASD despite the ton of red flags on my transcripts...

Hey guys, I'm 42 years old and wasn't aware until recently that the Army allows prior service folks back in even if they're past the cut off age under the normal rules of joining. It's called the True Age Waiver. Basically they take into account how long you served and deduct that number from your actual age. I served 5 years active duty and two years reserves for a total of 7 years. So my true age is 35 years old. I was E-4 when getting out.
My questions are the following:

1. How hard is it to get this waiver?
2. How long does it take?
3. My discharge from active duty (w two deployments to Iraq and the CAB) was honorable but my discharge from reserves was under honorable conditions but not the full honorable as my active duty discharge was. This is because I took an immediate hire job in a different state and my reserve unit got pissed cause they couldn't transfer me, etc. Is this an automatic no-go?
4. My credit score is meh. I had stuff go into collections. I paid a lot of it off but it'd take a bit to rebuild credit. Will my score affect this?
5. I have minor spinal bifida. I had this when I went to MEPs the first time in 2003 and the doc gave me crap about it at first but ultimately gave me the green light, probably because we were at war on two fronts. Will this prevent me now though?
6. I had a severe lower back strain during my 1st tour in Iraq. It put me out of action for two weeks. Obviously it's documented. I don't have issues with it hurting but will it being on my record make it an auto no-go for waiver?
7. I had a colonoscopy and endoscopy in 2014 where it showed I had some small erosion of stomach lining/ small intestine but nothing major. They also did a cold biopsy on a non-cancerous polyp during that procedure.
8. The only glaring medical thing that gives me any trouble is some minor hemorrhoidal issues. They usually don't bother me much since I do eat plenty of fiber.

Basically, does any of those things or all of those things combined, make it impossible to get a True Age Waiver?

I am at my wits' end with this. There's nothing useful on the forums and the documentation for everything home assistant is a kafkaesque exercise in human suffering.
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I have two meross light bulbs and I'd like to do some very technical with things with them like turn them on or off or make them purple.
I'd like to run them locally.
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Luckily, there are meross plugins that are available that can help. Unluckily, the English language lacks the words I need to describe just how janky it is.
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I'm running HASSOS on a pi 4
I've downloaded the mosquito broker addon from the store.
I can configure the mosquitto broker fine (I think - who the hell knows, the error logs are to the mona lista what drawing with shit on an insane asylum wall is to art).
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Nothin I enter under broker* for the MQTT plugin will allow me to connect. Dead end. Nothing I've read helps, no amount of configuration to the mosquittoconf file (which there's ZERO useful documentation for) doies anything.
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core-mosquitto doesn't work for the broker name. Nor does any variation of ip local host computername or a long-winded diatribe about how much I hate this whole experience.
Appreciate any help anyone can offer me because I'm beyond frustrated.

Currently, I am looking to transfer our lease to anyone who is interested in taking it for the spring/summer of 2023 and afterward in Troy, NY, near RPI. I live in a four bedroom, two bathroom with the other rooms already occupied. The place is called Incite at Troy, and the room rate is $904 each. It includes a fitness center, parking garage, shuttle stop nearby as well as a few buses. If interested, dm me.
https://www.inciteattroy.com/

It took me a long time to find a good motivator. I know people aren't interested in dating people who are unhealthy and smoking is right up there for that. I knew I wasn't about to find anyone anytime soon, but it was motivation enough for me at the time.
Now, several years later, I'm lost my motivation. Ive bought two packs of ZYN in the last week and I know it's only a matter of time before I buy a pack of cigarettes. Stopping smoking is so important to me.
I've seriously cut back on weed and alcohol, I've quit the video games, I've cut out sugar, sleeping in isn't nearly as much of an issue, and I've cut out porn entirely. But the first and most consistent has always been nicotine. I just can't even begin to think of a new reason to quit.
I could use some help.

How do I hide slash commands from the commands list? I've been searching through the documentation and I found nothing. I searched through Google, nothing. Here is how I wrote the command:
@bot.command() @discord.ext.commands.has_permissions(administrator=True) async def command(ctx) ctx.respond("Response")
I used discord.ext.commands.has_permissions() which prevents users from using the command if they don't have the said roles but it doesn't hide the commands.
Can anyone help me here?

My name is Dalia and I'm a Virtual Assistant and customer service advocate with experience providing exceptional support and ensuring projects are completed on time and with extreme confidentiality.
I offer a variety of services, such as:

• Data Entry and other Repetitive Tasks
• Email Content Writing and Management
• Organizing files by type, size, or name
• Web Research
• Cold Email Outreach
• Google Suite and Microsoft Office
• Social Media Captions
• Document Transcription
• Social Media Management
• Graphic Designing
• Personal Assistance
• Other Administrative Tasks

If you're looking for someone to help you with any administrative or virtual tasks so your business can get the best results possible, please don't hesitate to reach out to me via DM, email ([email protected]), Discord (DaliaVA#5710), or WhatsApp (+639979066285). I'm also open to any other virtual assistant job that's not on the list.

This takes place in California. I am moving in to an apartment, overtaking an existing lease. The original lease began in fall of last year. Two people were on it: current roommate, and old tenant. Because current roommate wanted to continue renting, the leasing office added me on to the old lease that ends at midnight tonight, and added a continued lease of only me and current roommate that ends in one year.
Old tenant is bad news. She physically assaulted my current roommate and has done so in the past with various people. Way more to say, but irrelevant. Overall just an evil human being. Current roommate has filed for a restraining order but court date is next month and old tenant will be served later this week, she is currently unaware.
Old tenant never moved all of her stuff out. She is claiming her lease ends later this week, even though it is clearly written in the lease she needs to be out by today (she makes 6-figures a year and has two apartments, one in another state. She is currently at the other apartment). 90% of the room is cleared out, she even took the light bulbs. There is still a mattress in the bedroom and items in the closet. I cannot furnish the room with all of this in there. Not to mention there are scratches on the wall and I will need to hire someone to deep clean the room. She also still has my keys for the building, car gate, and apartment door.
Leasing office said they will not get involved, and either I can get the keys from her or pay for new ones. They will also not be giving her the damage deposit back. They said this is also our responsibility to deal with ourselves.
I don’t know what to do with her stuff. Honestly, it’s cute and I wouldn’t mind using it for the apartment (though I would also not mind buying my own stuff. I will not purchase any item off her). As far as damages go, I would like to document everything and use the receipts from painters, cleaners, etc and send her the difference for her damage deposit. My roommate is worried about this, and would rather clean the room herself and pay for repairs because she fears the old tenant will sue her for not giving the full damage deposit back. Old tenant keeps threatening to sue current roommate (also called and made a false report to police my roommate beat her before, and that my roommate poisoned her when really old tenant stole her food when she was out of town and didn’t realize it was an edible). Current roommate is tight on cash and is worried about being taken to court. Old tenant does OF and makes $20k/mo so she could keep taking current roommate to court and bankrupt current roommate.

Hello guys, a bit on me if you'd like: I'm a person who's always been fond for writing, but never really had my hand in it though, in fact, I wrote this incomplete should-have-been series a year ago, but never really completed it. I've only dabbled in it for a bit, writing scraps and throwing them away, but this is the only thing I found that was noteworthy and decided to share it, it's a copy-paste directly from the writing program, but I cleaned it up a bit of course, anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy!
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You don't know who I am, or where I come from, you don't know anything, but if you're reading this that's good, it means you're alive, and maybe the world is better, maybe it's enjoyable, and there are parks again, and kids laughing and cheering. But that's all a maybe, an outcome with an unfair possibility of not happening, but I guess it makes sense, someone decided to destroy the world, and with the technology we had, it probably wasn’t that hard. What happened? well, I don't really know, all I know is that the world is falling apart, it's cracking, small cracks are apparent in almost every surface I come across that's been untouched or unmoved for a while, and they aren't normal cracks, they have a dim white glow, when I say dim I mean almost non-existent but the glow was still there nonetheless, and it feels like the world isn’t as bright, the world just lost all its life, all the grays got greyer and every other color looks dull and monotonous, but that’s just what came about.
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After the first day, all available power disappeared, it was an exposition, a cardinal signal foreshadowing the apocalyptic future yet to come, of course, people started to panic. after one week the water shut off, at this point people had started to get irritable, and heated arguments were becoming a much too common thing to see in a lonely town like mine, then the third week hit, it's when the cracks became noticeable, it's also when people were being discovered, dead people, not many in the first few days, only two or three found a day. Soon enough people had run out of supplies, it's not like people were restocking the stores so no one could get any food or drink.
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The streets were littered with bodies, most died from asphyxiation or gunshots, which was unlike the first killings, the first body found had his throat ripped out and his guts spilled, yet there was no blood anywhere on the body and no signs of a struggle, although I noticed this, I paid little attention to it. Nothing happened after that, aside from me staying in the basement which held enough food and water to sustain me for about a month and then some if I rationed carefully. It sucked in there, I had to have the little lamp in there off most of the time because of the lack of power, and the battery was already three-quarters full when I got down there, but I managed for thirty-two painfully slow and lightless days, then I emerged into my home.
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I saw what I had expected, shattered glass everywhere, tables turned on their sides, and everything else characteristic of a ransacking, but I was not expecting to find a body stuck in a wall, his waist and below stuck in the wall, the wall wasn't broken, it was like something had made the wall a liquid, stuck him in, and made the wall solid again. I didn’t see any fractures in the wall's surface aside from the small squiggly white cracks that remained on almost every surface. At that point I realized I hadn't shed a single tear or even once felt the need to vomit, I felt ashamed of myself, I felt emotionless and lifeless, I could have gone ahead and made my morning coffee and watched the news without giving a care in the world about the body that lay in my home… too bad there was no coffee, or tv.
10/16/2027 Stock:
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• Food: Can of Beans(6x cans). Can of Mangos (2x cans). Jack Link’s Beef Jerky (2x bags).
  
• Drink: Water(4x bottles). BodyArmor(3x bottles). (Empty Large Canteen).
  
• Items: Empty Large Canteen. Flashlight. Extra Batteries.(2x)
  
• Weapons: Colt 1911 (2x 8-Round Magazines, .45 ACP(44x)
  Remington Model 700(2x 3-Round Magazines, .308 WIN(18x) Hunting Knife
  

Note-1: After digging through my dad's closet and finding a false floorboard that always creaked, I gained access to two guns, a Remington Model 700 and a Colt 1911, and their corresponding ammunition.
Note-2: due to me living here for long enough I had the insight into areas of suspicion, an example is the floorboard, it’s unlikely I’ll get the luck to find hidden spaces like that again, but maybe when I’m skillful enough at looting, finding hidden spaces would become more common.
10/16/27
I gathered all of my supplies and put them in a backpack, aside from the M1911 and the 700, I put the M1911 in a holster on my hip and slung the 700 on my back, after I was ready, I left, the first thing I noticed was the lack of wildlife, I don’t live in a big city, it’s just a somewhat sparsely housed town, there’d always be an acre or two between homes at the very least, and birds were usually everywhere, but now I only see a few, only hear a few chirps here and there, I haven’t seen any terrestrial animals yet aside from insects, it seems there are fewer insects though as well. After I left my home I stood on the doorstep, I looked around at the dull scenery, I used to step outside to just look at the trees and the sky, but now everything is unappealing, I took the steps through the grass to my beat up car, all the glass was broken, I opened the door, sat inside and turned the ignition, nothing happened, as I expected cars don’t work anymore either, which put me on edge, what if guns don’t work anymore? But I silenced that thought, I still have a knife if guns won’t work.
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I stepped out of the car and went to the trunk to see if anything was left of value. I opened it and found nothing, with no new supplies I decided the first place I’ll go to is the gas station, there was bound to be something there, even if it was only a little something. I started my two-mile trek to the gas station, I hiked a lot before all of this happened, two miles was nothing at all. There was a trail not too far from my house that I and my dog used to walk at, my dog died a few months back luckily enough, I wouldn’t have been able to support him now, not with the looming fear of starvation following me around. I had walked about one mile when all of a sudden everything went quiet, birds stopped chirping, the wind stopped blowing.
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I got off the road and hid in a bush, I heard things moving, rustling the brush, stopping every now and then, almost as if they were looking for something, I’d hear what sounded like someone taking a knife to glass, it pained my ears and I felt they would start bleeding if the sounds lasted a second longer. I never saw them, I don’t know if it was because they were behind me or on the other side of the road in a ditch or something, but after 10 minutes it went away, nature’s sounds returned after 5 minutes, I had to wait another 10 minutes, my body, shocked and stiff, wouldn’t allow me to move. I stood and dusted myself off, since I didn’t know where the sounds came from I just started searching on the opposite bank of the road, no signs of anything being there, no tracks, no broken twigs, no blood.
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I thought I had gone insane while wallowing in my lonesome, but then I remembered the birds reacted to whatever it was, or whatever they were, I don’t know how many there were, it constantly alternated between the sound of one of them and the sound of an uncountable amount. Happy to get out of the area, I continued to my destination. When I got to the gas station there was only one broken window, and a body with characteristics of the first killings laying on the floor near the register, a broken knife next to him. I looted his body without remorse or disgust. I found a pack of cigs and pocketed them there was also a scrunched paper.
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I read it once, then twice, and even a third time, my stomach churned and felt like it was about to implode, it looked to be a message from the man’s daughter saying how much she loved him and she wants him to be safe because of all the “bad people”, a smiley face sat at the top of the paper, I flipped the paper over to find distinctly different handwriting, presumingly the man’s, it detailed how he was sorry, as well as how he’d been at the station for 3 days, said he couldn’t leave because if he did they would get him, his last words, being written hastily were hardly legible, but I could read enough to understand that the cracks in the world that appeared in the station were much more distinct than in other places, and those things could come in, but they were just staring at him tauntingly. I could barely hold myself back from puking, it wasn’t hard to look at someone’s corpse, it had no effect on me, but the second I realized that man had a family, and had ambitions and potential… I continued looking around the store. I realized there would be more loot on dead bodies because people don’t want to touch them. After looking through all the shelves and in all of the back rooms I found a lighter under the lip of a bottom shelf, lucky me.
10/20/27
I had hoped there would be more, more of everything, but there’s nothing, I’ll put another list of my supplies soon but at this rate, I won't make it to see next week, every single store has been ransacked completely, all the bodies always have empty already eaten foods, I don’t know what to do. I’ve not seen a single soul, everything is dead, not even the insects anymore, the birds are gone too, maybe it has something to do with the cracks, they’ve progressed enough to where they are visible from up to a foot away, I’ve had to hide from those screeching things a couple of times, still haven’t seen them yet, I realized when the wind abruptly stops they’ve appeared, it’s a good thing the birds were still singing those few days ago or I wouldn’t have realized the pattern, I’d probably be dead, just like everyone else.
10/23/27
Nothing much has happened, I’ve seen a bird or two, and it’s nice to know that at least for a little bit longer animals will still be alive, I’ve theorized that whenever I hear the noise it’s only one entity doing it, I think this because I’ve heard an exceptionally large commotion a way off, I assume there was two there. Fortunately, the screeching has only happened near me only once, I’ve heard them in the distance though, in the night while I sleep I hear them far off, searching, waiting for their sinister roulette to hit, hoping, anticipating the kill. I decided to head to the(SO AND SO) I’ll update this then or if something happens along the way.
10/26/27
I’ve come across a hunting stand in the woods, it’s a jackpot. There’s too much stuff to carry, there was a map too so I’ll mark the general location once I find a landmark to orient myself with, I’ll put a list after this log but there’s more to talk about. The fragmentation, It’s what I’ve come to call the cracks, is still spreading of course. I’m starting to see a noticeable separation between the two edges of some individual fragments, still not big enough to stick anything in but instead of being small white lines spread wildly around, They’ve become a prominent feature of every object, I’ve been to some areas where the fragmentation is severe, white snakes slithering across any surface they can find, trying to fracture this world, they do end up doing it I suppose, that’s how the screechers exist, but the breaks only hold for so long until they close. That’s what I think happens at least, it’s not like I’ve seen them yet, and as long as I continue to find zones with little to no fragmentation as I have been, I think I’ll be fine, I just hope my luck doesn’t run out.
PUT A LOG HERE
10/29/27
I think I’m near (VarA), I should be out of the woods soon, but for now, I’ve got my bedroll down and am cooking some beans over the fire I’ve made, I’ll be fed for a while.
This may sound stupid but the fire keeps going out, the flames just disappear, no more heat. The charcoals lose their ember, everything becomes the regular temperature of the air around me. It still works though, there is no reliable frequency I can predict so sometimes it’ll die out as soon as I light it, and other times it takes an hour or two.
11/02/27
()()(())()()(()()()…I was walking when the wind stopped, the biggest problem for me at first was the fact there was nowhere to run, no depressions to dip in, I heard what sounded like a sharp camera shutter that immediately followed the deadening silence, the second I heard it I ran, a branch caught the strap of my bag, pulling it away from me. I couldn’t care though, all I could do was run, the trees vied for me, closing in. I was tripping and falling over and over, nearly impaling myself on the branches of trees I could hardly see.
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I felt a push and fell over, I knew that running couldn’t have saved me, I knew it was there, right behind me, I couldn’t hear it though, I could only hear my breath but it wasn’t like that, I couldn’t hear it because it wasn’t making any noise, I thought for sure it would be screeching out for as long as it’s astral body would allow it to, but it didn’t, in fact, it lay on the ground, the white body, which looked as if it consisted of bolts of white grey lightning and string, pulsated, morphing into a consuming goop of unlight, and then back into it’s shimmering somewhat humanoid form, that process took a minute. I too lay there, my foot just a stone toss away from its hungry hand, the tips of its fingers eager to detach from its parent body, but was disallowed. I lay on the ground staring at it, and for some reason, it didn’t move, I took that opportunity to regenerate as much of my energy as possible, but from fear of losing my safety, I stood up slowly, emphasizing my steadiness, even though it probably detects me through a different means, I shouldn’t let it hear me, some caution is better than no caution at all.
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I rose and took a gradual step back, but my back was met by a thick, gnarled arm of wood, as if that wasn’t enough, I had also stepped on a branch, probably from the same tree. The screecher stirred, its spectral head raised, maybe it used its sight for precision. It tried to raise the rest of its body, but its foot was stuck in a root, not like it was trapped under it, its foot was fused with the root. I guess it noticed it too because immediately the tone of its body got dimmer, I knew it was going to morph into the darkness, to free itself, to kill me. I took the chance I had, the 10s of seconds I had left were diminishing, and every second I wasted increased my chance of death. I turned, and immediately crouched and ducked under my guard that was the trees arm, I didn’t expect to have the keenness I had during that run, I’ve never been a particularly agile person, but in that moment I could see, without any blur caused by my abrupt motions, ducking and weaving through what seemed like the thickest forest I had ever seen.
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I collapsed after only minutes of running, which was unsurprising though, the previous running and endless walking cost me an obscene amount of energy, taxing my body till the end, draining it of its power. I could hear them now, screaming, coming for me, it shouldn’t take as long as it’s taking them, but I guess they’re fighting each other, that’s why there is noise. I turned around and waited, I saw the two of them approaching me, they kept pushing and shoving each other, they were walking so slowly, as if they were sapped for energy, and the density of their body was low, it seems most of the strings of white grey abandoned the parent body for some reason, and with every step they took a few more disappeared, falling off into the ground. One of the entities fell to the ground, and the second took the opportunity and fell on top of it, tearing it to shreds, and repairing its own body with its meal, it seems it was only able to regain a menial percentage of its power back though, it’s speed only bolstered for a minute or so, still not fast enough to keep up with a hasty back step.
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It fell to the ground after a while, and everything below its torso disappeared shortly after, it desperately sunk its claws into the soil, pulling with its full ability, trying to get me. It disappeared, shortly after, leaving quite a thick strand of vibrant white light. I pondered whether picking it up or not would be a good idea, in the end, I decided a little glowing string couldn’t hurt me that much. I plucked it from its place on the ground and immediately felt a strong, radiant sensation, a pulsating heat and cold piercing my body as if it was filling me with energy, I dropped it, even holding it for a few seconds easily removed most of the exhaustion from my body, I wanted to grab it again for another hit of pure energy, but I felt if I did I would explode, my body was not meant for this type of power, although it seemed capable enough to absorb what I presume was a little bit of it, I think it’s capacity is quite high, and powering what was but a little bit of myself was probably the least intensive thing this string could do.

So I made a city as usual, built up some industries, etc. I made it to 60k people making a constant profit. But after that, my profit keeps going up and down. One week I make $90k, the next week I lose $20k and so on. I am still, very slowly gaining a net profit, but I do lose money. I got rid of all public transport (except for airport) because it was not making me nearly as much s it was costing. Does anybody know what I should do? I'll attach the city if you wanna check it out.
Los Brados- Fix my profit please!

Basically we are supposed to upload a txt file with tweets, and export it as a csv file with the polarity and the sentiment analysis as words. When I download the CSV, I get the individual tweets, the polarity for each but I get the sentiment as numbers not words. Could anyone help me out?
tweet = open('A11_Tweets.txt') from textblob import TextBlob for element in tweet: print (element) element = element.strip() elements=TextBlob(element) print(elements.sentiment.polarity) def sentiment_analysis(elements): def getSubjectivity(elements): return TextBlob(elements).sentiment.subjectivity #Create a function to get the polarity def getPolarity(elements): return TextBlob(elements).sentiment.polarity #Create two new columns ‘Subjectivity’ & ‘Polarity’ elements['TextBlob_Subjectivity'] = elements['elements'].apply(getSubjectivity) elements ['TextBlob_Polarity'] = elements['elements'].apply(getPolarity) def getAnalysis(score): if score < 0: return 'Negative' if score == 0: return 'Neutral' if score > 0: return 'Positive' elements ['TextBlob_Analysis'] = elements ['TextBlob_Polarity'].apply(getAnalysis ) return elements print(element.sentiment.subjectivity, element.sentiment.polarity) import csv with open('random.csv', mode='a',newline='') as csv_file: fieldnames=['Tweet','Polarity', 'Sentiment Score'] writer= csv.DictWriter(csv_file, fieldnames=fieldnames) writer.writeheader() writer.writerow({'Tweet': elements, 'Polarity': elements.sentiment.polarity, 'Sentiment Score': elements.sentiment.subjectivity})

Long story short I’m crafty as fuck. I have loads of jewelry I’ve made.. earrings, bracelets, necklaces, etc and I’ve refurbished furniture, done intricate wood burning pieces, made SO many hair bows, and I sew. I have SO MUCH stuff I that I’ve made out of boredom/spare time. Costumes, clothes, apparel, decor. It’s too much. I’m currently out of work, I quit my job after leaving a bad one for a worse one. But I’ve stayed busy before, quitting and now after, crafting SO MANY THINGS. I’ve had offers from people to buy shit and I’ve had many more tell me I’m sitting on a potential gold mine because I’m basically just hoarding loads of homemade shit right now. My biggest reserve/fear is how the fuck do I even start to sell this shit. I’m good at printing shirts and bartending. Also reading/writing but fuck math.
I know epsy is an option but I’m looking for something more foreword/ direct than trying to prove myself through there. I’ve also taken business classes in college before changing course and honestly can’t even begin to fathom how to start a business.

Has anyone had success in receiving a one time emergency rental assistance payment recently (as in last 30 or so days)? I haven’t received an eviction letter and in no way do I want one issued due to it’s nearly impossible to get another rental after an eviction. I lost my employment approx 3 weeks ago, and I was barely making ends meet whilst working so Ive accrued no savings and was recently sued from a collection agency, I was only saved from garnishment because my daughter agreed to loan me the funds to pay them off. Obviously I’m looking for work non stop but I’m running out of money pretty quickly and I don’t have any transportation of my own so I’m kinda tied to work in my immediate area. I do not have enough $ in my account to make full rent payment this upcoming month, can prob borrow from family to cover the remaining but after that I’m in deep water. Just for reference I was working at a fast food establishment, as almost a senior adult, with these rental prices in LV is the primary reason I don’t have a savings account to rely on. I completely realize it’s a 1 time payment grant & I’m okay with that….just need a chance to get on my feet again. Any answers on eligibility and wait time? I received a letter to call the office before April 1st. Thank you, for any and all replies.