So yea, there are (as of now) two websites that use profile pictures but have no way to manually change them. It is grabbing them from somewhere in my Gmail account, but I'm not sure where as the only place this photo exists is in a folder in my Drive. I never used this photo as a profile picture before.
The picture is of my fursona, and while I'm by no means embarrassed about that small part of my life, the two websites it has done this on aren't necessarily needing that part of my life shared. It's a SFW picture of course, but still, it doesn't make sense to see that picture on an automotive parts website.
I can't for the life of me figure out where these two websites got this photo to use as a profile picture. I went through my Chrome settings (only browser I use) and I went through my Google account, which again I've never used this picture as my profile picture. I just want to change it, lol.
Any thoughts?

Hi, i'm a Brazilian and i want to work for outside the country remotely as an unreal engine expert, but i'm looking for a place to train AI, diverse mechanics programming and multiplayer programming.
My background so far I already have 2+ years of professional experience in mobile unity and 2 years on various archviz softwares using between UE 4.26-5.1 and i've always worked remotely.
I currently have a pretty deep knowledge on lighting in general, optimization, VR and some ok knowledge on mechanic programming, physics, shaders and everything else.
Please share your experiences and if i would have a chance on to get a remote job outside my contry, i'm dropping game development college near the end because i'm learning so much more outside of it, what they teach in college here most of the time is useless or dated skills but college opened great ways for me amd i'm greatfull for that.

This is such a first world problem :S
I've had this happen a couple times to me now where I've held out on upgrading iPhones and having to upgrade right before the next iPhone comes out because it breaks and being stuck with the second to latest version.
So I've had my 12 pro for almost 3 years now and it's kind of chugging and battery life has tanked. I originnally wanted to wait for the 15 pro to come out before upgrading but have a trip coming up in September that I want to take photos for. Should I just bite the bullet and get a 14 pro now instead?

It's basically all the nice photos and memories we had in a 4 year relationship, with loads of cute drawings of us and everything and her hopes for our future together. The relationship had its problems, but this is by far the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I didn't pay that much attention to it (or her) at the time because honestly I wasn't mature enough and I was thinking about ending it anyway, which I did soon after. But now I'm looking at it and reading it through and it's just so thoughtful. On every page she wrote something different that she loved about me.
Feeling very moved by it. I'm not sure I can bring myself to throw it away, but at the same time, moving 500 miles and taking it with me seems wrong. I'm single atm so in theory it's not wrong, but if I don't throw it out now, when would I? Am I going to keep it through every other relationship I have? Would I feel comfortable about a girlfriend keeping a scrapbook her ex made with all their soppy romantic memories?

We need discernment. We must pray for it, and seek the means of improving it. The greatest means of improving our discernment is becoming more obedient to Yah. The more obedient we are, the greater discernment He gives us. It is no wonder, that when we were blindly living in the world, willfully sinning with no interest in Righteousness, we had next to no discernment and were easily deceived.
A thought or feeling that convicts us of something could be the Holy Spirit warning us, or it could be Satan deceiving us. For this reason, we should not be quick to speak or make decisions. We should first focus on the present moment, reject thoughts of worry, reject inner conversations about other people, and instead converse with Yah. Pray first, reflect on lessons from the Bible, meditate on them, and then pray more.
If I have a certain worrisome or reoccurring thought, I pray and meditate on it. I may ask myself “Am I doing my best be obedient and serve Yah fully? If so, Yah certainly has me covered. So is this thought really worth considering, or is it a deception sent by Satan, intended to distract and stress me?” Then I may pray “Yah, please let me serve you more fully. Make your instructions to me clear, and remove deceptions from my mind. Please give me the strength and wisdom to follow You fully and see through deceptive vain thoughts".
For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and sound mind. (2 Tim 1:7).
Moreover, Satan typically uses neurotic thinking, anxiety and fear to deceive us. If a thought contradicts the fruit of the Holy Spirit, it is a likely a deception from Satan. For example, one fruit of the Holy Spirit is patience, so if certain thoughts are urging you to rush around, it is likely a deceptive thought from Satan.
The fruit of the Holy Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, self-control: against such there is no law. (Gal 5:22-23)
Yah does not want us stressed. Sometimes, Yah will let us feel stress to direct us to make necessary changes, but typically the warnings from the Holy Spirit are clearer, more gentle and less neurotic than Satan’s deceptions. I know this is vague, but that’s because discernment is a fine line.
I want to give a perfect explanation of how to discern between the Holy Spirit and Satan, but because it is such a fine line, and because Satan is extremely crafty, discernment is absolutely something that needs to be learned and developed on your own. The way to do this is through rejecting the ways of the world, and seeking to get closer to Yah. Be set apart.
My best advice is to study the Bible daily and seek to become more obedient to Yah. Constantly set your focus on serving Yah, examine every thought, and make changes, in thought and action, in accordance to Yah’s Word. When we do these things constantly, when we are constantly seeking to refine our lives in accordance to Yah’s Word, when we are constantly seeking to walk in the Spirit and not the flesh, then we can rest assured that if a certain action needs to be done, Yah will clearly and strongly urge us to do it. Simply, the more obedient we are to Yah, the more discernment He gives us.
Study to show yourself approved to Yah, a workman that needs not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth. (2 Tim 2:15)
Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of Yah, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; (2 Cor 10:5)
You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You: because he trusts in You. (Isa 26:3)

you could live in any fictional world, which would it be?

So yk the photos that come with the vinyl on the untitled album? I need ideas what to do with them? Should I display them? How?

Look, you know the country is in the shitter. *I* know the country is in the shitter. Can you guys working at the help call centers drop the fucking attitudes?! I know you guys are busy. You know I'm calling because I need help. Why do you have to go out of your ways to make the whole thing even WORSE?!
Case in point: I called for rent assistance. I literally JUST got a job yesterday, and start tomorrow! Today is the 1st, rent is NOT going to be paid!!! You first asked about the working situation for my husband. I said: He was laid off with the pandemic, then had a heart attack... But, right off the bat, you didnt even LISTEN to what I said. You cut me off after the keyword 'pandemic' and immediately interrupted with: THERES PLENTY OF JOBS HE JUST NEEDS TO APPLY THERES NO REASON HE CANT BE WORKING WHY IS HE NOT WORKING?! (frustrated rapid fire yelling at me!) I said: Ma'am.... you didnt hear what I said at all... He was laid off with the pandemic AND HAD A H E A R T A T T A C K. He almost D I E D. Now, I've put in over 200 applications in 2 months and I just got hired and start tomorrow, but obviously I'm not going to get paid in time to cover rent... Oh! NOW you stop. NOW you listen. NOW you try to be empathic. NOW you want to help. NOW you'll go out of your way to be nice and set the first available appointment!
I appreciated the apology, but we are calling because we needed help to begin with. You are working there, to help people. It is LITERALLY your fucking job to take these calls and help us get an appointment with a case worker. All you do is take the call and info, email me what I need to bring, and set the appointment. It's a FIFTEEN MINUTE conversation. Can you not be a fucking prick about it? Can you guys like, remember that the people calling in are PEOPLE? We are facing losing our homes and, now more often than not, its out of no fault of our own. Please remember that and think about how YOU would like to be treated when YOU reach out for help and stop making my day a million times worse just because you felt like you needed to be a snippy bitch at work. And to you kind, helpful, and genuinely empathic case workers, I love you. We need more of you.

bought the photo magazine and i just got another email that it shipped already.

Source: https://www.bungie.net/7/en/News/Article/06_01_2023_twab
Happy TWABsday, Guardians! How are you doing!? How many fish have you caught? Have you skedaddled through the dungeon yet? What’s your favorite thing so far about the Season? What about... [deep breaths] Ok, ok, it's time to calm down. It’s just something special to see all your social posts tackling Ghosts of the Deep, working with Sloane, and did I mention fishing already? It gets us pretty hyped.
Anyhoo, let’s get back on topic. Here is what we shared last week and what we are going to read about today.
Last week in TWAB:

• Marathon was announced!
• Our new PlayStation crossover.
• Guardian Games has concluded.
• Save the Dates for Season of the Deep!
• Cutscenes for days.
• Guardian Ranks reminder.
• Aquanaut is now available.

This week we’ve got:

• Ghosts of the Deep recap.
• Dungeon-themed items in the Bungie Store.
• [email protected] announcement.
• M:\START
• Prime Gaming update.
• The weekly update from the Player Support Team.
• Weekly Art of the Week and Movie of the week picks. ##The Dungeon

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Were you one of the Guardians who dove deep into a Titan Archology only to arrive face to face with the Lucent Hive? Did the Lightbearer Knights, Ogres, and Wizards show as a blip on your radar only to be taken down by your fireteam in a blaze of (insert your favorite subclass here) energy? And how was your battle with Šimmumah ur-Nokru? Did you rise from the waters in your shiny new armor with your fancy new weapons ready to fight on?
Your will has been tested yet again, and you have triumphed. Congratulations Guardians, you deserve this victory lap.

New Bungie Rewards

Speaking of the dungeon and its sweet, sweet rewards, we now have the Ghosts of the Deep dungeon hoodie, Ghoul title pin, and Ghosts of the Deep dungeon pins available for purchase! These Bungie Rewards will be available only to players who complete the Ghosts of the Deep dungeon by August 22, 2023, at 9:59 AM PDT.
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Don’t know what Bungie Rewards are? When you complete Triumphs, collections, and in-game challenges you unlock collectibles for purchase from the Bungie Store that celebrate your hard-earned achievements. Head on over to this page to learn more!

[email protected]

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Eyes up, Guardian. It’s June, and June is Pride month here in the States, so just as we have in the past, be sure to keep your eyes on the blog for future Pride updates coming soon.
But, if you’re feeling festive and want to do something rad for a good cause with a cool reward, head on over to [bung.ie/pride](bung.ie/pride) to earn The Infinite Prismatic emblem for a $10 donation. All funds raised during the month of June will do directly to the It Gets Better Project.

M:\START

You all may have seen this on Twitter already, but we wanted to make sure you saw we released a Marathon themed emblem in Destiny 2 for all players today. Go redeem it now!
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Prime Gaming Update

Welcome to the latest Prime Gaming update. It’s finally time for me to give up the skedaddle shenanigans and let you in on where that came from. This month we are vanishing into thin air, and then transmatting out with our Ghost and skedaddling on over to the next fishing hole.
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• Ninja Vanish emote
• Redline Ghost Shell
• Skedaddle Legendary Sparrow
• The Deep Ghost Projection

If you don’t know what Prime Gaming is, you can check out our article and learn more!

Player Support Report

Aquanauts, assemble!
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The Player Support team is back this week and ready to share with you the most recent update of known issues in the Deep and beyond.
Known Issues List Help Forum Bungie Help Twitter

LIGHTFALL DUNGEON KEY

Players experiencing issues accessing the Ghosts of the Deep dungeon should be aware of the following vital information:

• Players must acquire the Rise quest from Hawthorne in the Tower in order to launch into the dungeon for the first time.
• Ownership of the Lightfall Dungeon Key is required. This is included in the Lightfall + Annual Pass edition or can alternatively be purchased on its own through the Eververse store. It is not included with purchase of Season of the Deep.
• Players missing their Dungeon Key from purchase of the Lightfall + Annual Pass edition need to log into Destiny 2 on the platform where that purchase was made to unlock the Dungeon Key on their account. At this point it will be available on all platforms linked through Cross Save.
• Dungeon Keys are applied to individual Bungie accounts and cannot be game shared.

Anyone still experiencing issues that do not fall into one of the above categories can reach out to us via our Missing Eververse or Add-On Item contact form where we can investigate further.

KNOWN ISSUES

While we continue investigating various known issues, here is a list of the latest issues that were reported to us in our #Help Forum.

• Some players are unable to give out Commendations.
• Players can get stuck outside of the final boss arena after self-reviving in the Ghosts of the Deep dungeon.
• The Hive symbols in the side rooms of the Ghosts of the Deep dungeon’s final encounter do not respawn within an encounter cycle if a player dies before depositing their Vestige. They will re-appear as expected once players have completed a damage phase.
• The Sunbracers Exotic Warlock gloves are not extending the duration of Solar grenades.
• The cooldown timer for The Navigator Exotic Trace Rifle's catalyst is missing a description and will display as a blank timer when activated.
• Getting frozen while using the Arbor Warden Exotic Titan chest can sometimes cause players to lose the Barri-nade class ability. Respawning after player death or unequipping and re-equipping the Exotic will restore the intended class ability.
• Getting kills with Skyburner's Oath and Vesper of Radius is causing larger explosions than intended.
• Some Iron Banner weapons are missing their glare in the Crucible.
• The Athrys's Embrace Exotic Hunter arms does not display the "Strengthened Heavy Knife" popup when activated in the Crucible. Players should note the Exotic is still working as intended, it is only the visual indicator that is missing.
• Guarding with the Arc Staff super while using the Blight Ranger Exotic Hunter head is consuming extra Super energy.
• The Stronghold Exotic Titan arms are not always granting the Restoration buff when expected.
• The new Season of the Deep Exotics are not dropping from the Vex Strike Force activity.

For a full list of emergent issues in Destiny 2, players can review our Known Issues article . Players who observe other issues should report them to our #Help Forum.

Instructions Unclear

Bruno: So, you all really liked fishing. Please, just follow the tutorial and do it as we told you. Use baits that are safe. Don't try to push other Guardians in the pond with Swords nor Sparrows. We are not liable for any accident that may occur.
Movie of the Week: Instructions unclear
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Come on Guardian, Let’s Go Party

Hippy: Who knew that the trailer for the upcoming Barbie movie would be such epic meme fodder for the Destiny 2 community? There were a few incredible (and funny!) spins on this but since we’re deep into Season 21, and our favorite Motes master is back in the spotlight, let’s check in on ‘ol Drifter, shall we?
Art of the Week: Barbie meets Destiny 2

Very excited for The Final Shape #Destiny2Art #barbie pic.twitter.com/qh0s9yX0Zt
— (sana) drxgony COMMISSIONS : OPEN (@drxgony) May 28, 2023

Bonus Art of the Week: A Guardian in the wild

And with that - it's finished #Destiny2Art #Destiny2 pic.twitter.com/xTZoiJpiw0
— [email protected]@h (@LooksLikeVespa) May 28, 2023

And there we have it Guardians, this week’s TWAB. Being just two weeks into the Season, there is plenty to do, even more fashion choices to go through, and so many fish to catch. Also, who can tell me which Pulse Rifle or Scout Rifle is your favorite this Season? I’m an Outbreak player through and through, but this is the Season of “Sam changes it up,” so any and all suggestions are welcome.
Alright, it’s time for us to skedaddle, but we wanted to share one more thing. Before you click, just as a quick note, there are no plans to unleash these giga-Screebs on you in the live game... for now.

Stay Crafty,
Sam

I don’t know if it’s the right place to post this but still. So for context i’ve had a “crush” on a guy i’ve seen often at my school but never spoke to.
So fast forward to last (last, last..) friday when i went to sleep i dreamt of him and still in my dream i heard his voice. I never hear any voice/sound in my dreams they’re usually (even always) soundless/quiet.
So it was already weird in the morning then in the afternoon of the same day (so still friday) i had the sudden courage of speaking to him and strangely his voice sounded exactly the same as it did in my dream. And ever since i’m like “what the hell” because i never heard his voice AT ALL.
(idk if it matters or is related but i’ve been trying to learn about spirituality and such these days so idk if it has an effect or something.)

I spend all of my daylight hours scared and alone in this musty old cellar.
It’s woeful, and I bet it smelled this bad even before everything around here turned to crap. Great. My second sentence and I’ve already resorted to swearing. When I decided I’d start this diary (five minutes ago when I got a tiny sliver of signal) I thought it would be my poetic and deeply-moving goodbye to the world. Maybe I’d write about love and loss, or maybe the splendour of nature. Then, when all is done and dusted, I’d have left something to be remembered by. As well as my corpse, of course.
This was a bad idea.
*
Okay, I’m an idiot. There’s nothing else I can do down here. I’ve rooted through every cardboard box a hundred times, organised and reorganised my supplies, I’ve even built a fort. So, I’m back. Hello. Again. God, this diary is going badly.
But there’s just enough light coming through the boards I nailed over the cellar’s tiny window to type by. So I may as well type. Stops me staring up at the window just waiting for a shadow to pass by.
Maybe I'll just write and not hit Submit. Right, where to start? Well, my name is – actually, I think I’m going to refer to myself as ‘X’. That sounds mysterious. If you’re reading this and want to know my real name, I still carry my purse. My railcard is in there and, if you really want to know who I am, go find me and fish it out. I won’t bite...
So, my name is X. I live in a little English village in the middle of nowhere. Before all this happened, I had a mum, a dad, a sister and there was a boy I liked, his name was Jonah.
*
I couldn’t think of anything else to write so I waited until I came back from my rounds. That’s the stupid name I have for when I go outside at night scrounging for stuff. Drinks are the hardest. I only trust bottles or cans, or did, and I was running out of places to search for them. But I guess that doesn’t matter now.
My leg is doing alright actually; didn’t hold me up at all. I saw Jonah too. He’s looked better, I have to say. It’s strange because this is only the second time I’ve seen him since we came here. Maybe his ears were burning.
Anyway, I found some tinned pineapple in a creepy old caravan I hadn’t searched yet. Had to bust the door open with Old Trusty – which I thought might attract some unwanted attention – but it was fine. I’m actually eating the pineapple right now, tastes good. I also found a radio in there. I already have three down here, but none of them work. Not that the caravan radio works either, all you get is static. It’s just nice to collect something. You know, to have a hobby.
*
I can tell the sun is rising. I managed to sleep for a couple of hours, but I woke up after a bad dream. I know some people can remember their dreams, but I never do. I wake up and grasp at them, but I never manage a hold before they fade away. It’s like trying to pinch the corner of a wisp of smoke; the harder you try, the quicker it fades to nothing. I’m just left with a sensation, a kind of imprint which sums up the most intense part of the dream.
And a cold sweat. That’s new.
*
I’ve been through the box of photo albums I found at the back of the cellar again. I’ve looked through them a few times now, but I always notice something new.
There’s a photo of this little girl playing with a pretend guitar. I can tell it’s pretend because it doesn’t have strings, only brightly-coloured plastic dials. Kind of like My First Guitar Hero or something. The girl has dark hair and she looks a tiny bit like my sister did a million years ago. I don’t have a picture of my sister. I suppose I could go and get one from my old house, but it’s right in the middle of the village. I’m lucky I wasn’t torn to shreds the last time I went back. So, what I’ve done is put this girl’s photo in my back pocket as a substitute.
I guess I should probably write something about my real sister now. But I don’t think that’s a good idea just yet.
*
Daylight is starting to fade and I’m getting ready to go out on my rounds. I always take my satchel with me, packed with useful objects. I have Old Trusty (a crowbar) which sticks out of the top for easy access, a small toolbox, a pair of heavy-duty gloves (there’s a good story about how I got those, I might write that one down later) and a hammer. I carry a penknife I found down here in my pocket, my purse and phone, and a torch in my hand.
I don’t like to use the torch because its battery is running out and there’s always the chance it might attract them. I probably shouldn’t have used it last night when I got back. Maybe I’m starting to enjoy this writing malarkey? I need to be careful with luxuries.
*
Okay, that could have gone better.
Picture the scene: I’m using Old Trusty to try and lever a kitchen window open, when one of them just walks right through the garden hedge. Seriously, straight through it. It’s not the mightiest of hedges but, still, it just appeared like it was walking through one of those Japanese paper walls. My satchel was on the ground, but I legged it anyway. I’m not stupid. I know I can go back for it tomorrow. I felt strangely naked without it on the way back here though.
Like I said before, I need to be careful with the torch so I think I’ll try and get some sleep now.
*
I slept pretty well last night; no nightmares or cold sweats. Maybe a midnight chase was just what I needed to blow away the cobwebs.
I actually woke up wondering about you. If you’re reading this, who are you? If you’re like me, living through this village nightmare, how have you managed to go this long without being killed or whatever? Maybe you’re Army or some such. Maybe you’re just some kid who’s played so many videogames that surviving all of this was already second nature to you. Or maybe you’re like me; living on borrowed time and searching for a good place to die. Maybe Future Me was brave enough to tap Submit on my diary and you're currently reading this on your phone or computer.
Here’s an idea. Maybe you can carry on this diary from wherever I left it at. God, I really hope this isn’t my last entry, although I suppose any entry might be. If you do carry the diary forwards, and I'm a corpse, maybe it will become cursed. Spooky.
*
I’ve been preparing for my next excursion.
If I know I’m going somewhere I’ll likely run into an ugly, I like to take extra precautions. And I want my satchel back. It was a present from my dad, and I know it cost him a lot of money.
So, I’m taking a pair of shears from the shelf of old tools down here. That way, if I lose Old Trusty, I’ll have a backup weapon.
If you are local, I wonder how you like to kill them? Pretty morbid question I know, but everyone around here seems to have their preferred method. The last villager I saw alive carried a pair of mini cricket bats and seemed to have bludgeoning down to an art form. He never saw me though, I was watching from a grove of trees as he killed his way along the main road near the village.
That was before I decided to stay inside during the daylight hours. We can at least see a little bit at night; ambient light and everything. They can’t though. I’ve seen them, they bump into things. It’s pretty funny to be honest. If they hear a noise, they walk in the direction of the sound, never trying to avoid any object in their path. They either bash said object out of the way, or, like that hedge, blunder right through it. Obviously bigger things stop them dead (ha!) though. If that happens, they sort of shuffle backwards and then try again a few times. Eventually – and I’ve seen this too – they just give up and stand there, waiting for something else to attract their attention.
That’s not how it works in the daytime though.
*
I think it’s about an hour before the sun sets so it’s nearly time to head out. I’m going to change my bandage. One minute.
Okay, it didn’t look that bad really. The original scratch wasn’t too deep and now the wound seems to be doing that scabbing thing I remember from normal injuries. It just doesn’t smell very good. A bit like when you walk past a bin that needs emptying.
Anyway, I’ve applied more antiseptic and redressed it. Time to go.
*
That was fun. I’m glad I had those shears with me.
I got my satchel back you’ll be happy to know. And I got inside that house I’d been trying to break into as well. More through necessity than choice in the end, but I’m pleased I did. I found more batteries! That means I can justify writing at night a bit more. In fact, the people who used to live there (I think the husband owned the local garage) were pretty well kitted out. There were a lot of tins in their cupboards, and they’d even left a shotgun. It wasn’t loaded though.
Not that I need a shotgun. I didn’t tell you this before, but I have my grandpa’s old service revolver. He always told me and my sister that it was decommissioned, but my dad apparently knew otherwise. I keep it tucked into the back of my jeans at all times. It had three bullets, one of them is gone, so only two left.
I’ll only be needing the one of course.
*
Morning. I’m feeling pretty low today. I think concentrating on getting my satchel back took my mind off things, but now I feel pretty deflated.
Surely that’s understandable? The village I knew and loved has been replaced with this sodding hell. I miss my family, my friends, TV and hot dinners and Instagram. Before all of this I was a pretty positive person. Sure, I had a bit of trouble getting up in the morning, but, once I was up, that was it. I’d meet the day’s challenges head on, try to enjoy myself as much as I could. Not today though.
Maybe if I write about Jonah I’ll cheer up. Not Jonah as he is now of course, Jonah when he was all smooth-skinned, curly-haired and bright-eyed. Now he’s like the anti-Jonah or something. His face looks like it lost a fight with an angry lobster. No, wait, I’m supposed to be writing about Jonah version one here.
He’s one of those people that I can’t remember meeting. My family has always lived around here and so there are lots of people who have just always been, if you get me. I always thought we would drunkenly get it together at a party – that’s what I’d usually do if there was a boy I liked. Classy.
*
I’ve perked up a bit. Out of sheer frustration I went upstairs (naughty, I know) and looked out of a window. Sure, I saw an ugly, wandering aimlessly as they always do, but I saw that the trees are starting to turn too. That means it’s nearly autumn, and I love autumn!
My sister and I always used to go out and kick leaves at each other in the autumn. I don’t know if it was because of her low centre of gravity, but my sister was amazing at it. She could somehow whip up a blazing whirlwind of golden-yellow and fire-red, surrounding us both in a leaf storm that I couldn’t help but flail my arms madly at. Then we’d both fall backwards into the leaves laughing, me wondering how on earth what had happened was possible. She was that good.
God, I let her down in the end.
*
I think I’ll stay away from the house with the shotgun tonight. It usually takes a day or two for a group of uglies to disperse once they’re all riled up. I could use the rest of that tinned food I suppose, but I’ve got plenty to be getting on with for now.
Instead, I think I’ll swing by another farmhouse I was scoping out before I decided to turn nocturnal. I never met the people who used to live there, but I remember Mum telling me they liked their privacy. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me visiting now though.
Also, there’s a woodland between here and there and I might be able to find some leaves to kick about a bit. I think that would make me feel close to my sister again.
I’ll check back in later.
*
I’m still alive, but only just.
I made it through the woods just fine (only the odd leaf on the forest floor at the moment though, sadly), the trouble started at the farmhouse. I couldn’t get in – the doors and windows were barricaded – so I tried one of the outbuildings. Locked. It had a cat flap though.
My first instinct was to leave it, but then I wondered if there might be something useful inside. Lord knows what thinking about it now. I lifted the cat flap with one hand and shone the torch beam through with my other. That’s when an ugly dived at my pinkies. Luckily, it misjudged its leap and got a mouthful of plastic cat flap instead. As for me, I fell backwards onto my bum.
Next, the damn thing started bashing on the door from the inside. I don’t think it could ever have got out, but the noise attracted more uglies from out of nowhere. I only just managed to outmanoeuvre them and hightail it back into the woods.
That’s not the worst of it though. On the way back my leg started to hurt. A lot.
*
I woke up this morning and I’m walking with a limp. It’s funny, Dad had a limp when he and Mum died. He was nailing planks of wood across our windows and doors because there was no signal (as per bloody usual) and we thought that what was happening here was probably happening everywhere. It's only recently that I realised this was an isolated, local outbreak. Anyway, Dad dropped the hammer onto his toe, he always was useless at DIY. I think it was only a couple of hours after that when he and Mum were taken.
It was like a wave of death. No, not like, that’s exactly what it was. A hoard of uglies swept through the village, probably originating from the secret research facility in the woods we're not supposed to know about. My sister and I wouldn’t have had a prayer if Mum and Dad hadn’t charged down the first few that got into our house. They gave us just enough time to escape, to run away and leave them to die. My sister was screaming all the way and I had to drag her like she was four again.
She wouldn’t speak to me for a few days after that. I didn’t blame her, I hated myself too. But I would have hated myself even more if I hadn’t done what I did next. On my own, I snuck back into our house with the crowbar I found here. Then I dispatched my parents. I can’t bring myself to type it any other way. It wasn’t like in the movies, I didn’t pound their skulls into mush whilst sobbing, ‘Why?’ over and over again. I just found them, or what was left of them, forced the crowbar through each of their eye sockets, and came straight back here.
Then came the crying.
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I haven’t told you about the heavy-duty gloves yet, have I?
After I got back from our old house, my sister started speaking to me again. A shared, day-long cry will do that for sisters. Once we felt up to it, we decided to explore the parts of the farmhouse we hadn’t searched yet. All the bedrooms were empty, only a few belongings flung about the place (I suspect the previous tenants left in a hurry). The problem came when we investigated the attic. Once we’d opened the ceiling panel in the upstairs hallway, once we’d pulled the compact staircase down, I went up. My sister stood at the top of the hatchway shining the torch beam over my shoulder. And that’s when it touched me. Terrified, I fell to my left, screaming as the thing came crashing down on top of me. I was yelling things like, ‘Shoot it!’ and, ‘Run!’ but my sister was just laughing her head off. I soon realised that my attacker was in fact a shop-window mannequin.
I think the people who previously lived here must have been arty (or into some seriously freaky stuff) because the mannequin was dressed in scarves, bandannas, ties, watches – loads of things. The rest of the attic was pretty empty but at least we got the mannequin’s gloves.
*
I’m not feeling good at the moment. I’ve got a sore throat and I’ve coughed up blood a couple of times. My leg pain is getting worse too.
I don’t think I’ll go out tonight. I have enough tins left and one of them is a Full English In A Can. Sounds pretty disgusting, but intriguing at the same time. I’ve been saving it for near the end. A sort of consolation prize.
*
There are two mattresses down here. Obviously one is mine, and the other one was my sister’s. After she died, I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of it. I don’t have a photo of her, only Guitar Girl’s. Her bed is the only thing of hers I have left. And she didn’t even sleep in it that many times.
*
The tinned Full English was vile! You’ve got to laugh though, what else can you do?
*
I’m crying as I write this. Tears of sorrow, shame and regret.
It happened as we were searching a cottage just off of the main road. We’d used Old Trusty to get inside, and I’d rushed straight into the kitchen to find the food. We’d run out more than a day before and I was famished. My sister followed me into the kitchen, a wide grin on her pretty little face because I was sitting there with an open can of beans. Then one of them came at her from behind. I must have walked right past it on my stupid way to the cupboards. It bit into her neck and blood gushed over the tiles in a torrent. As she yelled out in agony, I leapt up and implanted the crowbar right into the thing’s skull. It crumpled to the floor, but the damage was done.
‘Don’t let me lose myself.’ That was the last thing my sister whispered to me before she passed out. Her wound was much more severe than mine is, and much closer to the brain. That seems to make it quicker. I took grandpa’s revolver from behind my back and blew her brains out.
I buried her in the back garden.
*
After my sister died I went kind of crazy. I took Old Trusty out across the fields and pulverised every ugly I could find. I don’t even remember it that well, it was just, find, kill, find, kill…
We’d only been going out in daylight before then but, in my anger, I carried on through the nights. That’s how I learned about their inability to evade in darkness. Eventually, though, one got me. I found three munching on a dead cow and ran straight at them. Took out the first two easily enough, but the third managed to scratch my leg with a bloody fingernail just before I clobbered it into oblivion. Once I realised its nail had broken the skin, it was like a switch had been flicked inside me. That’s it, I’m dead too. I lost my bloodlust and came back here.
*
If none of this had happened, I think my sister would have eventually gone into medicine. I was doing okay at College but she was top of her class at school. And she had a really kind nature too. She’d never squish any bugs that got trapped in our house; she’d get a glass, scoop the little critter up and seal it inside with a book. Then she’d take it outside and release it, even if it was a wasp.
*
I’ve decided that here’s not the place. I'll hit Submit and then I’m going to do it in those woods I wrote about; consider this diary as my Note. I’ll be able to find a nice spot to sit and look at the trees, some place that's calm and peaceful. I’m going to leave the picture of Guitar Girl in this cellar, she belongs in this house. The tree leaves will remind me of my sister more than any photo ever could anyway.
I guess all that’s left to say is thank you for listening.
I know it’s possible that no one will ever read this, but that’s not really the point is it?
Love,
X

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Over the last couple of days I have received longform rants via email from the founder of everyonesmd.com on the following topics:
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• involuntarily placing the homeless in work camps
• using the signal app to get psylocibin
• running for governor of CA after he 'learns how that works'
• World War 3
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• a very, very long screed against his former business partner

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Moenghus sets himself up in Shimeh. He uncovers the skin-spies and learns, through torture, that the Consult is gearing up to revive the No-god. They'll have the thing operational within a few decades. This is common enough knowledge among the Consult that even the spies know it. So he summons Kelhusm, who arranges the Great Ordeal and inadvertently activates the No-god.
So why did the Consult think they were going to get the No-god switched on before they knew anything about living Anasurimbors?
But let's suppose they do manage to turn the thing on without Celmomas. Right about the time Kelhus conquers Sakarpus. Who wins? Kelhus, with the strongest empire of all time or the Consult with the No-god, ten million sranc, dragons, dunsult, tekne, etc?

TDLR: I love him to bits, but don’t see a future with him in which I am happy. In addition to our standards of cleanliness being different and some possible incompatibilities, I think this relationship is just taking too much out of me for this time in my life.
At this point I’m afraid I might be making a mistake, but many times I’m just so tired of being with him. My partner (26m) and I (26f) have been dating for about 3 years. This is the healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in, and there’s so much love and care between us. The thing is, I just can’t imagine a future with him, and I’m wondering if the things holding me back are… valid enough I guess?
I’m open to marriage in general at some point in my life… and he knows this. But for some reason, when I imagine a future with him I just feel miserable about it. He is so incredibly messy, and never learned to clean. We don’t live together anymore because of finances, but when we did it was awful. I eventually gave up on cleaning. I would go to work for 8 hours after cleaning, and come home to the house a wreck. I’ve never lived in filth like that before, it started to take a toll on my mental health. Even when he cleaned, he did a terrible job. I have since talked to him about going on youtube to learn how to clean, and he said he would. I don’t know if he has.
Another thing is I’m certain I don’t want children, but he says he is still on the fence. When I told him I had realized I don’t want kids (I was on the fence too when we met), he asked if I would be opposed to him donating sperm in the future… so I think he actually does want kids, whether he raises them or not. I get concerned he’s lying to himself, and will say he doesn’t want kids to stay together when he actually does want them deep-down. If he does want them, I don’t want to waste our time anymore, when he could be meeting someone else who also wants kids, and I could be focusing on other areas of my life than a committed relationship.
Another issue I’m having is that he’s quite clingy. I already spend more time than I have with him, but it’s never enough. I want to spend time with him too, but I have things to get done. I have an elderly family member and my dogs to take care of (as well as myself), and he just doesn’t have that much responsibility other than school. We’re both full-time students. I care very much about my grades because I’m trying to get into a selective Ph.D program next year, yet he always asks me to hangout and watch movies when I’ve already told him I need to study. When I do refuse, he gets all sad and quiet, and I end up feeling guilty. I know he does this on purpose, guilt-tripping is his go-to move.
We will both be graduating university next year, and future planning has caused some problems. He isn’t sure what he wants to do. He bounces back and forth between working in the industry his degree will be in, or going on to law school. Like I said, I’ll be pursuing a Ph.D program.
The thing is, though there aren’t many universities in the U.S that have the specialty I want, so I will definitely have to move out of sate, maybe very far. This fact causes him to spiral on a regular basis.
He’s extremely anxious to move to another state, especially since the cost of living is higher pretty much everywhere else in the country. But he also doesn’t want to do long-distance, which I would be fine with… I just want him and I both to pursue the career paths best for us. But he keeps pressuring me to go to graduate school in-state, even though no schools here can train me in what I want to do. I noticed since I told him about moving, he has started calling me more and more often while I’m at school, upset about something random (think traffic-jam-level stuff) which I then spend half an hour talking him down. I know this may sound crazy, but I’m beginning to think he’s trying to sabotage me? Maybe even subconsciously?
Anyways, my head is too immersed in the fog to get a good read on the relationship, so I ask you, internet strangers, for your opinion. Do you think I’d be justified in breaking up with him? Is there something about my role in all this that I’m not seeing? Any comments would be helpful, thank you.

○ She wanted to end her age, or at least bring the potential for an end to her age. ○ She wanted to become a mortal Radagon, with the purpose of perfecting the golden order. ○ Or maybe she didn’t want it to happen, and someone else tricked Maliketh into doing it under the guise of Marika. 

I hate it so much that there is such a large focus on mcq questions in medschool. I think they are a horrible way of testing knowledge. The problem is you will have such a hard time passing an exam without studying the old questions and i hate this so much. Why do I always have to study these old questions. It is so boring and unintuitive and it has nothing to do with your actual medical knowledge. Try passing without old mcq questions and you're gonna have the worst time. In my university a big bunch of people only focus on these old questions and sometimes score the highest on their exams, contrary to that ,they actually kinda suck at actual med school and dont care at all/just want to get their diploma. Another problem: not everyone gets the best old questions or any questions at all and the university of course acts like they don't know anything about old questions going around yearly. Back in high school big exams focused on writing or speaking, a big point was the transfer of information, which means that you have to apply all the knowledge in a special way. Like putting a diagnosis, but all unis choose to use these stupid mcq tests. I never get to actually show what I studied because it's gonna be a bunch of random mcq questions, which are very specific (there is no actual learning material, which could have prepared me for them, good luck guessing if lectures or books are more important). And while sitting there on the exam you have to constantly think about the psychology of these questions. That's like not the point of medical practice at all. Studying very very specific data is extremely hard and remembering all those tiny details is so difficult. But the mcq questions always focus on those random crap you could Google in 10 second while the real information and thinking like pathogenesis and Symptoms or diagnostic process are completely ignored. In medicine there shouldn't be only one right answer. Of course there are exceptions ,but these mcq questions make us future doctor look like robots. Today my surgery department held an exam and they specifically stated us to study a certain book of mcq questions. First of all ,this completely robs us of any learning effort. The questions are so specific that studying anything other than the questions seems like a waste of time. And then suddenly they change the version of the book and all prepared questions are useless. It's of course my fault. I should have studied like a whole book ,but they specifically told us to study these questions. With 8 other exams of course I'm going to make preferences.