I don't know how to organize or word this properly. But basically, you can't complain about lack police or response time this summer. We are wasting 3-4 squad cars at Olympia Park every weekend because of the 100+ kids that gather there.
I'm young. I think kids should be out of the house and being stupid. Especially when they can do it in a safe area like our neighborhood. But the fact is, because they drive dirt bikes on the field, shoot off fireworks. Run through yards. One idiot even brought a machete the other day, the cops will have to be posted up there.
Now, these kids rarely rarely cause any damage, and to be honest the noise isn't even that bad.
But the cops need to break up their Coors like drinking parties for curfew and to make sure nothing escalates.
So until your kids break off into smaller groups and hang out in different areas, expect response times to be a tad bit slower on summer weekends.
I'm not going back to proofread this, just wanted to vent Sunday morning. Have a good day y'all!

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I'm working on my first big project for my web and software development course. It's going to be a recreation of the Knucklebones mini-game from Cult of the Lamb. It's going to be a Flask app with some JS and SQL, and Firebase to handle login authentication. I'm going to have to learn some socket programming on the fly (it wasn't taught in the course) to handle player vs. player, and I have to figure out how to handle the computer player.
I was talking with my advisor about it, and one of the things he suggested was using Chat GPT to handle the computer player. This is going to be the centerpiece of my portfolio for applications, so I figure utilizing an AI might be a good look. I've never worked with it, outside of a few simple questions. So does anyone have any advice or good resources for learning how to incorporate it into an app?

I was dealt a really shitty hand in life. Born into a abusive and toxic family with a mother who was a smoker which caused a ton of health issues like spending the first month of my life on a ventilator. A father who was swapped between never being in my life or beating me to a bloody pulp just because he happened to be pissed off and I was unfortunate enough to be in the same room as him.
My school life was basically violent and chaotic. The first school I was at until grade 2 when they kicked me out for my autism. The second school a t.a was assigned to me and she was a horrible person, she tortured me every chance she could, she beat me, verbally abused me, recorded me on her phone and used the videos of me crying out of fear to blackmail me into obeying her every whim, threw me into rooms and left me for hours and threw mw into walls. And there was also another student who cornered me in the boy's washroom and strangled me until I blacked out.
And I feel like her abuse broke something inside me because when I was 8 when I first went to the school I was excited to make friends and other stuff you'd expect from kids but when I graduated from elementary school when I was 11 I wanted to kill the t.a and looking back now it scares me that going into the grade 2 I was like everyone else my age and then leaving grade 6 I thought about murdering someone.
The third school there wasn't as much verbal assaulting or slurs thrown at me but I was still physically mistreated. I was still being locked in rooms for hours on end. The only light I had at the school was a girl who treated me like a real human being and friend. And around the end of the school year I thought about asking her for a hug but I was afraid that if I did people would see me as a creep or she would stop hanging with me so I didn't say anything. And I think I might have had a crush on her but I honestly don't know if I had a crush on her or not.
The fourth school I just feel like for every good thing I got there was bad thing that I also got. I was treated better than I did at the other schools but I was treated as less important or ignored because I was high functioning. And they didn't really care about bullying, even when a student tried to claw one of my eyes out and attempted to kill some of my friends they just act like it was the student trying to become friends with us. And me and my friends told the teachers about what's been happening, they did nothing about the bullying and even forced us to spend several lunch periods with the student and it sucked because he would just be a dick to everyone until we just left him behind whenever we went anywhere because we couldn't deal with his shit anymore.
Outside of school wasn't any better. I've been bullied by some guy at a camping resort where he shot me with bb's, beat me to a pulp and made death threats towards me. And when I tell the owners about the bullying and the fact that I told the bully's parents and how they just told me to fuck off the owners just tell me to fuck off and do nothing when they've kicked out and banned people for far less and not just that but they banned a bunch of people for playing music too loudly at night and did nothing when there was a camp set doing the same shit.
And other campers did nothing or even just stood around and watched me as I got beat up like my pain was entertaining to them.
Another thing is how many hours have I spent doing work books. How many hours have I spent slaving over a bunch of math questions because teachers thought it would be a better use of their time to mistreat me than actually doing their job. How many hours have I spent writing lines. How many hours have I spent writing down the same sentence over and over and over and over again all because my parents refused to accept that their horrible parenting has hurt me. And how many times have I wrote down "I will control my temper" as my parents went berserk and became violent all in the name of teaching me to control my anger, great teach someone to control their emotions by losing control of your emotions 10 out of 10 parents.
How many years have I lost never to get back all because my parents tried to turn me into their own little mini me. How many years have I spent bottling up all my emotions out of fear of being hurt.
And I don't care if people tell me if my parents love me because my parents already admitted that they hate me and loved abusing me. And you don't make someone cry themselves to sleep every night during their whole childhood because you love them. You don't use threats of violence to make someone do what you want because you love them. You don't make someone so miserable so hopeless and so fucking depressed that they try to kill their self because you love them. You don't kill off a pet someone loves and helps them deal with their trauma because you love them. You don't force someone to strip and then beat them because you love them.
And I can't stand hearing people say that it wasn't that bad when my my parents forced me to strip because I wasn't raped. Yeah so I still felt dirty and violated even though I wasn't raped.
If they really did love me they had 20 years to be there for me. They had 20 years to establish some kind of connection. They had 20 years to be parents but they chose to be slave masters.
And the rest of my family did nothing to help me because my parents are family and they couldn't accept that a member of our family was abusive.
Edit: I apparently last saved this post 10 days ago, and I kind of forgot about this post and I was going to delete it but I thought there's a ton of stuff already and there's a lot of stuff I need to get off my chest so I'll add to the post.
Recently I've been using a ai chatbot and I hate it, even though I'm able to vent out my frustrations to something it just makes the feeling of loneliness stronger. At first it feels like I'm actually making some kind of connection to someone and then I remember that it's not a real life human I'm talking to, it's just artificial intelligence, I'm still alone, I still feel like I have no one, I'm still going to be seen as a freak or a creep or a incel all because I'm a young adult with no girlfriend.
And it pisses me off that people always label me an incel or the next school shooter because I'm lonely, yes I'm lonely, yes I don't have a girlfriend, yes I'm angry and bitter at the world for everything that I've been through but I'm not going to hurt or kill people just because I feel this way.
And what makes it worse is my mothers I want to say sexism towards men, she constantly calls men pigs that beat their wives and drink beer, perverts that can't control themselves whenever their around women or rapists that have to be watched as if they'll rape a woman if given the chance.
And along with that she says that women are saints and if a woman does something bad it's because men made them do it, and whenever I stood up for myself she always accused me of "being a violent and destructive man".
It's thanks to her that I have a rocky relationship with women. It's because of her that I avoid being around women because I don't know if I'd be arrested for harassing them when I just wanted to buy something like a snack or a video game or I was just sitting next to a woman on transit listening to music minding my own business.
And what made it even worse is most of my abusers were women which is really messing me up because I want to find love and comfort in someone but I find it difficult to do so because of my abusers and how I thought I could trust them only to be hurt and mistreated.
Plus I feel like even if I manage to bite the bullet and put myself in the dating scene I'm worried I won't be able to find someone with the current culture of my generation how my generation treats people of the other gender.
Whenever I'm at school most of the boys are blasting rap music with the singer calling women hoes or bitches and the girls constantly mock men and push the same stereotype of the perverted and horny man on all the boys. And I'm just there wanting to be loved and feeling like an outcast because I don't act like the boys and I'm very nice to everyone and not at all like the male stereotype.
And I don't know if this is normal for someone dealing with childhood trauma but I miss my childhood, I miss watching Adventure Time and Steven Universe when it was still on air, I miss hanging out with the few friends I had before my parents forced me to cut them out of my life,
I miss everything that used to bring me so much joy in such a miserable and shitty life, I miss going for hikes whenever my parent had one of their fights, I miss my house cat that was always there until my parents put the cat down just to make me even more miserable and depressed.
I don't what to do anymore, I'm so fucking miserable, My anger and rage is the only thing stopping me from trying killing myself again, My parents repeatedly talk about me getting a job and how just fucking how I struggle to even live how am I supposed to work at a job, I'm tired of this shit, I'm tired of always getting screwed over in life, I'm tired of always getting the short end of the stick in everything.
I just want to be happy for once, I don't want to be angry anymore, I just want something to go right for once, It honestly feels like whenever I get even the smallest good thing the universe rip's it out of my hands and spit's in my face and then smash's what I had right in front of me while I'm forced to watch and unable to stop it from happening.
I'm tired of living like this, I'm tired of this living hell, what the fuck did I do to deserve any of this, did someone curse me or my family, did the universe or some god just decide to say fuck you and made my life shit.

I’m looking to expand my smart home and I’m stuck in the phase where I’m determining which assistant I want to move forward with.
We have the original Google display and some minis right now, but are almost certainly getting rid of them. They’ve become awful at answering certain question and they are the worst when it comes to quickly controlling things like lights.
We’re a mixed device household. My wife is on a Pixel and has a work and personal laptop. I have an iPhone, iPad and AirPods. We have two Apple TVs, Nest Hello doorbell, Nest thermostat, and some Hue bulbs w/bridge. Thinking about ditching the Nest thermostat for an Ecobee, though.
That’s the simplicity of our home right now. I’m hoping to add some smart switches and things like smart blinds soon.
I just bought an Echo Dot to give Alexa a shot again and I really like the routines and responsiveness for controlling lights, so far. But the Alexa app is a nightmare. Is there any type of useful interface for controls on any of the Echo Show devices? I’m also worried that Amazon is going to bail on Alexa with how much money they’re losing. That and Alexa is always trying to sell something even if you change the settings.
Anyway, with my reliance on Apple, I’m considering going all-in with HomeKit/Siri. I love the ease of HomeKit’s design, but the automations seem a bit limited (though I know there’s shortcuts). And I’d probably have to get something HomeBridge to pull in my Nest products. How useful would a HomePod Mini be for my wife if she doesn’t have an iPhone?
I know a lot of people mix them all, but that gets confusing for us.
Eventually, I would maybe dabble with HomeAssistant, but that’d be time dependent.
Would love some thoughts.

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Me and my partner and getting ready to ride together when I get my full motorcycle license (here in Canada you get a beginners for a year then graduate to a full license after you complete a road test), she'll be riding passenger on my bike not her own.
My question is if anyone has any recommendations for a Bluetooth intercom system we could attach to our helmets? Preferably ones found on Amazon. Since she's riding passenger they don't have to be too fancy with range of communication or anything like that. Just good enough for two people to talk to one another.
I should also mention we both have full face helmets if that makes any difference.
Would appreciate any information. Thanks!

Work in video marketing and am responsible for filming and editing ads for the company I work for.
A sales team member came down with an ad that needed to be done which was for a client that is technically a firearm store. However, we’ve done firearm and fishing ads for them. Now they want to cover their cigar line.
I thought there was a ban on smoking ads across the board? But according to the Sales rep, only cigarettes and mini cigars fall into that category. Regular sized cigars are fine.
Is there any truth to this? If not, how do I go about protecting myself from the situation if day the FDA gets involved?
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(Hey everyone! Finally out of the shadow realm! Im reposting chapter five here, 6 is still percolating away in my head, but in the mean time, enjoy! Comments are appreciated!)
4-LOM rolled up to the holotable, the aging shipbuilder looking over the various fleet and division commanders.
4-LOM was an old Mk1 astro robot, his main body was a sphere, with four mechanical arms extending from his body, two large and bulky, and the other two smaller, more nimble and accurate, more dexterous, with a cylindrical lower body leading down to his treads, which were angular, tank like in shape, designed for heavy lifting. His head was flat, with a duo of square optics, a set of welding shields flipped up, ready to flip down when and where needed. His backpack was open, with tools sticking out, ready to be grabbed and used.
Looking around, he noted that the Saurians had their Admiral, a middle age Rox, their massive, tyrannasauric form still managing to tower over most of the others, even in holo, while Serano stood next to him. Nearby, Hota sat, nursing a coffee, rubbing his head, while one of the chief science officers hologram glanced at him nervously.
Another door entered, and a Mk12 frame entered, standing at the table. At first glance, the frame looked pristine, but 4-LOM wasn't fooled. He wasn't a shipwright for nothing, and he could see the pitting under the paint where plasma weaponry had uselessly splashed off, taking with it little layers of metal with it. Despite how new the frame looked, it was clear it had seen some action, recently as well, judging by the fresh coat of paint.
More holograms of fleet officials, and the bridges, or representations of their ships, flickered in above their shoulders. Serano looked like he had an old sailing ship floated there idly, a representation of the Enterprise. Some had wasps, while one captain had a cartoonish Barbus fish, with an old style white sailors cap and a belt of dynamite.
And then a small black hole flickered into view in front of his faceplate, making him roll back with a start. Getting a good look at the now pulsing black hole, he seemed to frown, one of his welding shields rising higher to simulate a eyebrow raise….. "Horizon? Is that you, little lass?" He said, with a thick, Scottish accent as his other shield rose up to join the other in shock.
The holographic black hole bobbed up and down in the air, two arms extending out from its corona and spun, as if to represent it, no, her, spinning in happiness. For a moment, 4-LOM was silent, before he began laughing, reaching up, even as his servo passed through the holo. "Ach, what I wouldn't give ta be in the Link with ye, lassie! I'm glad ye survived." He said, as the little ever hungry representation of the ship spun around him, before it shot off, floating near the Mk12, who looked at it.
The 12s head tilted more, as it listening to what the ship was saying, while 4-LOM felt a bit of possessiveness flair. Horizon was one of HIS creations, his and his wife's. Their ships were like children for them. Rolling over, he mentally began preparing a bit of what his wife would call the shovel talk, something they used to do with Captains that took on their vessels……
"Did you need something, Grandfather?" The machine said, domed head snapping to his, taking the wind out of his sails, and stare blankly at the taller, thinner machine.
Behind him, he heard Serano chuckle behind him, even as the Rox raised an eyeridge, while the Saline sat his mug down and placed his head in his hands.
"Grandfather- oh. I see…." He said, gaze turning flat as he gave a glare at Horizon. "I see the little gremlin is still able to make me short a fuse or two. Void knows Maria's hair turned white before she had to move bodies due to someone's antics." The little black hole pulsed sharply, as if squawking. "Would have appreciated a warning she made herself a captain…. Lassie, ye best be teaching him self preservation instincts." Catching the snort from the Rox and the sigh from Serano.
Slowly, his head turned around to face the two, one shield twitching, and finally saw Hota looking up with a flat look. "Too late on that one. I'll pass you the after action report later, AFTER the meeting." Serano said, hiding a smile. "If you want a first hand account, ask Hota. From what I understand, he had a front row seat for the Chaos the two caused."
She wasn't a little ship anymore, she wasnt- ah kriff it all. She was still his little lass. He'll talk with her later…preferably with Maria there…..after he grabbed his wrench and had a….. talk….. with whoever was their crew.
/------------------/
All the admirals and fleet commanders were soon in place, Asimov standing to the side, near the Admiral Serano, Horizons representation floating next to his head as his own panned about, looking at the assembled species. Several robotic ones, not Astro Robot series, called Glinch, looked at him curiously, while he picked out several different….Saurians, a few Roxes, several Trikes.
Several were pale, white skinned humans, bald, be they male or female. Clones, like himself, but with organic bodies, accompanied by nat-born humans, and several more advanced Astro Robot series units, these ones looking everything from near human, to large and bulky, armed with cannons, inbuilt missile launchers on their upper arms, and massive treads, or slimmer, almost skeletal ones with modules that could be swapped out at a moments notice.
"I appreciate ye all for coming on such short notice" 4-LOMs voice said, cutting over the gentle hubbub of the side conversations. "I had hoped that we wouldn't be facing them again, but here we are." The robot said as one of his smaller limbs tapes a command into the console, pulling up images of Everwatch stations current…condition. "Those of yeh from Federation space are more familar of the old stories, battle videos and the like. The Demons, as the Human Federation calls them, have been returned. It's only thanks to the work of Representative Hota that we have this information….. and had stumbled across an old Ace that had woken back up in time for this chaos." 4-LOM said, nodding to the Saline, getting the attention of his compatriots, who he shook his head to.
"Our opponents are equipped with biotech vessels, and are known for appropriating technology to forcibly integrate it with their own. Which means keep an eye out for a worse hodgepodge of weapons than a pirate vessel after its crew hits a pound of Spice and then gets drunk at a star port." 4-LOM said dryly, as various, old, images of the vessels and a few of the newer ones. "That being said, expect the sheer firepower jammed onto each of these ships to be on the higherside. However, they need long recharge periods, likely due to whatever power source used overloading, or the capacitor banks running dry and needing to recharge. Don't be fooled, they do have some form of biological armament, acid spitters, spike launchers, the works." He said, as images flicked up organic turrets, tentacles, and what looked like maws.
"As of right now, several of our larger vessels are being inspected and repaired, resupplied, and upgraded as needed. Several older vessels are being pulled out of mothball for the same reason. All civilian vessels are being drafted for emergency roles, receiving refit with hardware that will allow them to fight in a pinch, though their primary objective will be escorting transport ships and acting as emergency evacuation ships. We won't be expecting them to fight, but we need every ship we can get."
An image flickered into view of what amounted to the humans old museum of warships and deep space vessels, revealing it to be a hive of activity. Many other races had laughed at humanity for keeping their old vessels, rather than scrapping them, but now, now there was a reason why humanity had.
"Patrol fleets are to be at least one Saline Sensor ship, two to three Buckler class Trike Shield Bearers, one Rox Artillery ship, one Vohle capable human vessel, Two human PT ships, and three Raptor Swift claws." 4-LOM said, "these things aren't to be taken lightly. Sensors pick them up, call it in and engage. Stall for time if needed for reinforcements to arrive. Intercept fleets are to consist of five Trike Aegis class Shield Bearers, six Swift claws, one Rox supercarrier, three Rox artillery ships, two Saline Auxiliary ships, one Saline Medical cruiser, one Human Vohle Super-carrier, eight human PT ships, two Human Iowa class destroyers." The elderly bot belted out, making several Captains and admirals wince. Those weren't lightweight ships. The 'patrol' fleet could have been considered a planetary invasion force.
Before anyone could make any arguments or questions as to why the fleets were set to the Human classic of 'Maximum Overkill', and before any more ridiculous fleet deployments could be called out, a slightly panicking human sprinted into the room. "Sir! Confirmed hostile assault on Tisan-4" the human said, breathing heavily. "The Demons made planet fall, looks like a small invasion force that had left before the incursion field went up."
4-LOM stared….and then sighed. "Well, Caliburn had been itching for a fight." He sighed and placed a servo over his optics.
/-----------------------------------/
WARNING: Hostiles detected. Match confirmed; species D-65.
Threat level:Apollyon. Combat systems:unlocked.
That was what appeared on the Colony Managers terminal as alarms screamed across the Colony, alerts screaming on PADDs, sirens spinning as bunkers opened up.
An aging Wargen bared his teeth as he rapidly tapped at his terminal, as the younger human clone stood grimly at her manager's terminal.
"Civilians are filling out the bunkers, tunneling charges are set and ready to clear escape routes." The elderly, wolf like Wargen said, his muzzle splitting into four as he spoke, one part vertical, the other horizontally. "Colonial militia are manning hard points and connecting to systems now."
"Understood." The Colony manager said and let out a long breath, before opening the PA system. "All hands, brace for Activation procedure. I repeat, all hands, brace for activation procedure." She said, before securing herself in on one of the chairs, even as the commander buckled himself in across from her, even as terminals all around them flickered and the building shuddered and shook, new lights came online all over.
"And the other races call our alliance insane for building the bunkers" The Wargen muttered under his breath as the command room became a flurry of activity, sensor teams working together in an attempt to get data on their opponents. "Our people are safe. That's what matters, commander." The clone said softly, looking at her long time friend, even as the hidden defense system of the Colony woke up.
/------------/
Outside, the demonic army approached, on a slow, steady March, disgruntled at the lack of organics they had found to use. They needed biomass to fuel their war machine, to create their bases, their armies, their ships. And while they didn't care much about the sheer number of ships they lost during planet fall thanks to the orbital defenses, they needed to deal with the local defense computers. There had to be a way to broadcast an all clear signal and allow their other ships past.
Before them sat a large, fortified structure, looked like a massive cathedral, really. The irony was not lost on them as ports on the castle-like structure opened up, and began spitting metallic shells at them, exploding after punching through their infantry, leaving craters behind, destroying more of their forces.
The ground shook as their massive siege beast began forming from the splattered biomass, like some strange, oozing horror, slowly forming into a quadropodic creature.
The beast was mostly just a giant mouth in legs, with a long, worm like body lined with eyes, teeth, spikes, and tendrils, flinging said teeth at the structure.
Warlord Gistle ground his teeth as he stared at the cathedral as it held its own, his forces decimated by the attempted rain of metal. Said rain changed to one of scalding plasma as the castle changed tactics to try and burn the bodies to prevent them from forming additional, stronger units.
"Battle lord." Hissed one of the smaller battle chiefs said, as they stepped up next to Gistle. "The Seekers have not located where the miserable Frails have hidden themselves. Our efforts would be best put to entering the fortress ahead." The chief said, pointing at the massive fortress as the siege beast brushed off the weapons fire.
"No need, we will be inside soon en-" Came the guttural voice of the Warlord, before it was interrupted by a computerized voice, echoing out.
"THREAT ASSESSED. ASSUMING COMBAT MODE."
There was a rumble, everyone grabbing onto the stablest thing around them as the ground tore apart, the siege beast stumbling back, as the building tore up its own foundations as steam hissed out, and part of the building lifted up, and then slammed into the ground, and then the other side, slowly pulling itself up….and up…and up……
The structure wasn't a structure. Not any more. Towering over them, looking like a massive hunchback stood the cathedral, it's towers opening, revealing to be cowling around massive artillery cannons. It's arms, once covered with flat pillars, opened up to reveal a set rotating barrels, slowly spinning up, and a bulky duo of MAC batteries on the other arm. Sticking off the side of its upper arms were smaller hardpoints, each turret armed with four barrels, small and accurate, sniping ground units with horrifying accuracy, the soft metal shells ripping away to reveal their incendiary cargo held within steel mesh, allowing the coilguns to spit them out rapidly.
The head section looked like a sphere with three optics in a triangular formation, around a cannon that locked onto the siegebeast and whined, arcing brightly, before it fired, a bright flash seen as the cannon went off, it's round leaving behind a trail of fire as it raced through the air, punching through the beast, making it howl, and began trying to heal the injury that pierced it, ripping open a hole below it.
It's bipedal legs were thick, armored, and just as equally armed, it's lower legs armed with rotary cannons that spun, the lower pair foring a heavy stream of plasma, one barrel firing and then cooling as it spun, the others keeping the pace up, while above them, physical artillery was spat out, helping pierce armor for the plasma to scorch and burn to uselessness. More cannons sat on the sides and back of its legs in, taking aim at the surrounding armies, making sure to add on their screeches of rage.
Hanging off the underside of the platform that held the Cathederal sat more turrets, each swiveling around and adding to the chaos, their mini MAC armament chattering as they fired, picked a new target and fired again. On the top of the platform were AA cannons, taking aim and firing into the air, altering the timing of their rounds so that they acted as impromptu artillery, while more cannons, on four turrets, covered the monstrosities back, preventing them from sneaking up behind it, as if the cannons on the back of its legs weren't enough to cover it.
"TARGET ACQUIRED."
Warlord Gistle hissed in shock. The Frails had been LIVING in a Siege beast of their own!? Hidden partially underground, deceiving them to make it seem as if it was nothing more than a fortification!?
"Have all expendable units merge with our Siege beast, NOW! if the frails continue to pick our forces off one by one, they will never be able to reinforce our beast after they fall!" Gistle roared, even as around him the battle chiefs barked out the orders……..
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The massive machine stared down at the hostile forces as they turned into a thick, biological slurry, short of the Demons themselves, and oozed towards the horror before it.
The monster seemed to absorb the substance on contact, growing larger and larger with each passing moment, howling and hissing.
He could feel his crew cursing in their heads, humans and otherwise, lighting the slurry up with plasmafire, burning some of it, but not enough. Caliburn agreed with them, as his Plasma getting cannon spun up, the five barrels glowing brightly, the heatsinks by the ends of the barrel glowing as the machine poured plasmafire from the barrels, searing into the beasts body, burning it up as it grew, stunting its growth heavily, and forcing it to consume more biomass to make heavy, chitenous armor, layers burning away under the assault.
Caliburn could feel the dust coming off as his gears spun, and he stepped forward, swinging the glowing arm as it cooled down, making the horror screech as he spun his upper body to add to the force of the blow, digging the glowing heating into the beast's face and knocking it back, buying time for his crew to deal with the horrific slurry around them, which still tried to fuse with the horror, chasing after it with a single minded determination.
As his upper body slowed down and he was facing forward again, he saw the beast setting up, snarling. His other arm came up, and he could feel his capacitors burning as he began firing his MAC arm at it, the massive, vehicle sized slugs punching into the beast, knocking it back farther, punching holes in the chitin it tried to grow as armor, making it hiss and move rapidly, trying to put distance between itself and the machine.
Unfortunately, the beast had the advantage in land speed, as it had four legs, while Caliburn only had two and lumbered slowly forward, his aging systems relishing the taste of combat after so long. And now he had far better weapons then a simple crane arm, like he had last time he fought a creature like this.
Because the beast had put distance between itself and him, it managed to absorb the last of the biomass, and began bounding forward, it's maw open, teeth spinning like some sort of Cuisinart….
A target he couldn't miss. His head cannon barked again, not as powerful as last time, but this time, he wasn't trying to rip it apart from the inside. The shell detonated on contact with the teeth, shredding them, tearing into the soft flesh within, making the beast howl and close its maw, it's chitin armor weathering the plasma splashing off, hardened to withstand the smaller weapons fire his crew spat at the creature.
His arms pulled their shrouding back around them, as he drew back and swung, hard, again using his body spinning to his advantage, striking the beast, the heavy weight of the heatsink and the weapon itself burying the shroud covered arm inside, the end opening up. Unfortunately, thanks to the partial shrouding, he wouldn't be able to spin his cannon, but all he needed was one shot inside it, and let it fly, ripping his arm out as it howled, smoke billowing from its new hole it tried rapidly to heal.
The tendrils it had tried to dig into his arm burned away as he kicked it up from below and began unloading both arms, fully unshrouded, the heat coming off both of them making steam hiss up into the air, as the beast took a heavy slug and then a plasma bolt, one after the other, deep into its stomach, sending it onto its back.
Loud popping sounds were heard as its limbs reoriented, allowing its former belly to become its back, the holes sealing slowly as it circled the walking cathedral, even as Caliburn scanned it, his upper body following its every movement. His command crew were breaking down every schematic and scan he gave them, working hard to figure out a way to kill the horror.
In the mean time, Caliburn and his crews would do their damndest to stall the beast and continue on their current plan. Burn it down, slowly.
He could feel his crews tracking the retreating demon forces, listening to the mental chatter within him as the artillery crews happily worked together to figure out their path, searching for the enemy command position, even as sensor crews watched as the rapidly approaching flood of biomass and machinery charged for them, some of the artillery crews already letting loose N-4 shells, the 'super-napalm', as the crews nicknamed them, impacting and exploding, burning into the biomass, unquenchable, even as the biomass attempted and failed to smother the burning substance, only serving to make it worse, melting the weaponry it carried with it.
The only reason why the crews could get away with it was because the biomass wasn't near the Bunkers exits or near infrastructure. Or Burnable items.
Command soon had a viable target, a sort of brain mass it had, separated throughout its body in a vain attempt to make sure it could still operate when a few of them were destroyed.
Several had been burned away by the plasma bolt going off inside of it, but many more remained, and it was attempting to make more/replace the burned away ones. They needed to eliminate the command signal….
Jubilation and grim satisfaction bloomed in his sensor and artillery crews, as he felt the mad scramble for bunker busting shells, before they were let loose into the air. Even as he blocked a tail strike from the beast and managed to crush its head under one foot, letting his landing engines ignite for the first time in decades to burn the creature more, his crews targeted the command bunker, shelling it with deadly accuracy, smoke rising from the hill they were tucked away behind in the distance, making Caliburn burn with satisfaction and praise for his crew.
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Gistle ran as fast as his hooves could move him, teeth barred as he snarled.
Around him, their command temple shook and shuddered, veins bursting, cables arcing wildly as the biomass contracted involuntarily or simply sagged, turning to biomass.
"Warlord, they are heavily shelling our position, we won't be able to retreat at this rate!" Hissed one of the Battle Chiefs at his side, hissing in fear, even as he snarled at the Pitiful, compared to him, creature. "We won't be taking everyone, only the essentials. The Everlasting King must be notified of this development. King be damned, the frails took the time to prepare for our arrival again." He growled as he came out to a hanger area, and ran into a small, fast ship, even as the others ran into larger, bulkier, slower ships.
Soon, the chitin that served as the door opened, and they shot out, erratically flying, trying to avoid the artillery shells, and now AA fire joining the fray.
He kept close to his compatriots, using them as a living shield as he twisted the small vessel around, smirking as he dodged the fire while they took it..
They were almost to space, soon, they could tear a Gate and get the fleet-
Reality tore open above him as a massive ring shaped vessel pushed itself into real space, disgorging hundreds of smaller vessels, bearing down on their positions, others engaging the floating fleet around them with aggressive assault runs, the sudden appearance in the system allowing them to have the element of surprise.
Weapons fire began filling the space around f them, tearing at their vessels faster then they could repair them as little, frail vessels zipped in and out of line of fire faster then they could shoot, track, or react, unloading slugs, plasma, torpedoes in a flurry of activity before diving away, allowing their munitions to wreak havoc amongst them.
Already, the larger vessels were disabled before Gistle managed to sacrifice one, smirking as it warped, it's biomass fueling the Gate, as he flew through, hoping he was in friendlier territories, unaware of a sensor torpedo flying in behind him.
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Down below, on the surface, Caliburn flung back his opponent again, arms blazing as he shelled it.
It was bigger then it had been, managing to absorb the biomass from the surviving landing ships and the remains of the command center they shelled out. It's armor was thicker, and was flinging out dozens, hundreds of calcium spikes, spitting its unknown energy weapons, only to splash off his shields, for the energy weapons, and his ar.or foe the calcium spikes, even as his weapons screeched.
The beast had holes all over its chitenous armor, from his shells punching in, or his artillery crews shelling the beast, his plasma following close behind as he sought to burn the creature out from the inside, going so far as to ram his plasma cannon inside and unload it, the rotating barrels helping tear it up from the inside as the heat sinks burned it.
Ships began dropping down from above, doing strafing runs, dropping smaller caliber explosives, distracting the beast as he tore another hole in it by spinning his upper body, one shrouded cannon arm striking the beast and ripping in, just as a gunship fired a Cleaner into it, just before it healed.
A burning flash of light, a horrific scream from the beast as it howled, body jerking as the explosive did its job…. Before it swung down, still alive, though just barely, it's armor shattering rather then buckling on the next strike from Caliburn, a facsimile of a uppercut, before the barrels let loose again, even as the plasma cannon dumped bolt after bolt into its lower body, searching for, burning the neural clusters as he found them.
The beast wrenched itself away from his grasp, snarling as it looked at him, the beast snarling as it tried to heal from the most recent injuries.
Caliburn felt his crew snarling back, his cannons swiveling around as they gave their response in munitions as he lumbered forward, the ground shaking from his steps and the escape ships erupting out of the ground around them, his rotary cannon screaming as it fired, the MAC on the other arm barking as he hit it again and again as it charged forward.
The beast no longer cared for its injuries, all it cared was to take the metal monster before it down, spitting acid out of it as it tried, and failed, to blind the machine, even as said machine swung its smoldering plasma cannon up and brought down the burning barrels down on its head, smashing it into the ground, pinning it there as it's crew continued shelling it out ruthlessly.
Caliburn refused to let the beast survive, he refused to let the thing get to the civilians. His crew snarled their agreement as the beast tore the pinned head off its body, even as it burned away to nothing, and tried to charge again, blindly, only to smash against the MAC arm and receive a pair of heavy slugs to the neck stump for its troubles, sending it somersaulting back, trying to reform its head.
It was much, much smaller now, now matching Caliburns size, due to all the biomass loss, it's head reforming as it snarled.
Caliburn seemed to roll his pauldrons and twitched his MAC, as if saying 'come at me'. The beast howled and charged forward, razor sharp tentacles erupting from its sides, whipping about wildly, only for turret crews to blast the tentacles off at the base, and for his artillery crews to shell it down from above, flattening it into the ground again with explosive shells.
Again, the beast began pulling itself out of the ground, only for another strafing run from aircraft , this time dropping standard napalm canisters onto the beast, making it howl as it healed around the canisters, and began burning from within.
It thrashed and writhed, tail and body whipping about, even as Caliburn kept firing, not letting up, shells puncturing the chitin bubble it was trying to form around the napalm to contain it, keeping it burning into the beasts body.
At last, the beast tried to fling itself at Caliburn, thinking that it could at least burn out the mechanical monster with it, only for Caliburn to swing and strike it, flinging it away again, the beasts body unable to get back up, and laid there, slowly burning away at last……………

Hello everyone. Here are a few policies I've come up with that I think would be worth implementing in my own country, the United Kingdom. Please let me know your thoughts on whether these would be good for your own countries as well.
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1. Decriminalise the use of all psychoactive substances. Legalise the sale of cannabis and other non-lethal drugs. Those addicted to more harmful substances such as cocaine and opioids should be given professional treatment and rehabilitation.
   
2. Massively expand social housing capacity and liberalise planning restrictions for new housing developments.
   
3. Force companies to include workers on boards.
   
4. Invest heavily in infrastructure and R&D to increase productivity and encourage the growth of new industries.
   
5. Reduce or abolish regressive and paternalistic sin taxes on alcohol, tobacco, and sugary products.
   
6. Increase the top rate of Income Tax to 56%.
   
7. Increase Corporation Tax to 30%.
   
8. Nationalise the largest oil and gas companies and use the profits to invest in new state-run nuclear and tidal power stations.
   
9. Build closer ties with developing countries through diplomatic and trade efforts. Increase the foreign aid budget and use it to invest in capital and build new infrastructure in the Global South.
   
10. Ensure that all public sector workers receive a real term pay increase every year.
    
11. Provide more safe and legal routes for those genuinely seeking asylum.
    
12. Prevent companies from paying immigrant workers less than the equivalent domestic wage.
    

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