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I am male 33, she's female 38. We met when I was in a really low place, struggling with anxiety, depression and alcoholism. She was attractive but I never really felt horny around her. However I'd never had a proper relationship before due to my problems and I was very desperate for that connection, and sex.
She's helped me out a lot with my problems over the past 7 years. I've come out the other side of my mental health issues and I haven't drank for nearly 6 years. I've also helped her out in many ways. We've been good for each other.
However I don't find her that attractive sexually and I don't think we're that well matched. When I was struggling with myself I didn't know who I was and just wanted whoever would take me and was willing to change myself to suit them. But now I'm well again I know what I want and I feel like I'm being held back.
There's also two kids involved,she had them when we met, they're getting older now though and not long until they're adults.
I'm starting to feel like my wife is feeling the same way I am as she gets fed up with me not wanting to what she wants to do. She's more social than me and like to dance while I prefer quiet.
She's started talking to someone at work recently, she texts him all the time and they have in-jokes and she's always smiling at her phone when we're together. She also tells us what he's up to all the time. He's also married btw. At first I felt jealous and wanted her to stop talking, and I did mention it to her. She didn't stop. The longer it goes on though the more I kind of want it to happen so that I have a good excuse to end it and start living the life I want. I'm too much of a pussy to end it myself and it would make me look like the victim and get all the sympathy so I win in all ways.
"So I've started encouraging it. I mention that they seem to get on so well and I ask if he can come over and hang out so she has a friend. I also mention how we don't get on too well and we should do hobbies with other people so we both get what we want. I also said ""He's attractive isn't he?"" to her. It kind of turns me on on a weird way to think of her getting close to him.
So I'm going to see how it goes.
I'm also thinking I might be bisexual and if/when we split up I'm fantasising about all the people I'm going to try and get with and what we'll do.
So yeah, things are fucked up.

My BF of nearly a year has different work and financial values to me. He lost his WFH job in November, and has been doing casual consulting work through his online business since then - I would guess on average he works 10hrs paid per week, plus unpaid preparation etc.
I don't know how much he earns, but with the above plus welfare he's probably just holding things together for himself and his child (single father). We have separate finances and houses (he lives in a house owned by his parents), he contributes appropriately to shared bills and never asks me for money. I believe his savings have been depleted with no prospect to rebuild.
Initially I thought this was a rough patch, however he's had precarious employment for nearly 5 years (mostly related to severe family stressors). When I try to talk about work and money I seem to hit a brick wall - there's lots of shame, fear and avoidance. No matter how much I try to adopt a non-judgemental approach it's painful.
He appears to be quite passive - needing lots of encouragement to consider seeking further work or clients. I think his poor self esteem and self criticism is getting in the way, but he can't afford to keep seeing a psychologist rn.
Is it naive for me to think I can provide emotional support to help him grow from passive under-employment to independence? I wouldn't normally support partners thinking they can change one another, but he's unhappy with his financial insecurity. And isn't obvious that everyone has to work enough to fund their lifestyle plus create savings?

Has something negative happened to you and need to know how to remove a curse? If anything wrong thing happens to you again and again like you are dumped by the girls you have courted with or you have been fired from your work many times, then you will be termed as a cursed person. You may or may not believe in curses but when such things happen in your life repeatedly then you get compelled to believe that you are cursed by someone.
One cannot understand that he has been cursed unless he starts feeling that he is a useless or a depressed person. Moreover, you may not know that you are under a spell of curse or black magic unless someone else convinces you in this regard.
But, the good thing is that you can get rid of such bad luck by using various methods of curse removal. You can remove the effect of curse through various methods. Some of them can be performed without needing an experienced spell caster whereas some you can do yourself without needing any one to chant any spell. Both of these curse removal methods re briefly described here under for your consideration.
DIY curse removal method
If you have enough money then you can hire a spell caster to remove your curse which is highly recommended, but if you are on budget even then you should not worry. You can get rid of the effect of your curse yourself by following the instruction provided here under.
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• You must have a strong paper like a wax paper
• On this paper you have to write down the things you know about your curse. If you know, then you should also write-down the name of person who has cursed on you. But if you do not know his/her name then just write about your curses only
• Now put three spoons of salt, regardless of the type of salt, into that wax paper and fold it several times and tie it like a bundle with the help of a string.
• Now you have to wear this bundle as pendant in your neck for three nights and days consistently.
• You can open the bundle on the 4th day and wash out the salt into running water either into an ocean or a river or by scattering the salt in rain. But if no running water is available nearby them you wash it in your sink.
• You have to burn the string and paper you have used in the process of curse removal, after washing out the salt in running water.
• You are now free from any curse.
• Though you are curse free after DIY curse removal method still you should wear a good luck charm like a pendant with rose quartz etc. for at least 9 days. It will improve your defense system by healing the damages caused by the curse.

In this way, just by following few steps you can get rid of your curse without becoming a magical person like Harry Potter. But if you do not want to continue curse removal procedure yourself then you can hire a spell caster. The procedure adopted by spell casters is briefly discussed here under for your guidance.
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Curse removal through spell caster
This curse removal method can help not only in getting rid of the curse you are on but also enable you to be free from all types of fears.
Things required
In order to remove your curse through a spell caster you may need a small black colored candle, a black colored bowl and water from a spring.
Procedure of curse removal
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• Fix the candle in the black bowl: You can use wax drippings from the candle to fix the candle in the bowl so that it can stand in it without any support. Now without wetting the wick of the candle you should fill the bowl with fresh water up to its brim.
• The next step is to meditate for few minutes after breathing deeply. Light the wick when you think that your mind is clear. Visualize that the power of the spell cast against you is living in the flame of the candle.
• As the candle burns down it will start sputtering as the water comes near its flame and ultimately the water will extinguish the candle. The spell against you will be broken as the water extinguishes the candle. Though the process of curse removal through spell castor is but it is not complete until you bury the candle and the water into a hole in the ground.
• You should also fill the bowl with salt and let it stay in it throughout the night and wash it as usual in the morning.

However you should find a good spell castor for this purpose to ensure the effectiveness of the entire process.
Effects of removing curse
You may feel helpless in this entire world as the entire world is against you when you are searching someone to help you in getting rid of your bad luck caused by the curses of someone else. Sometimes you may not feel well even after using various curse removal methods. The reason behind such feeling is the effect of negative energies present around you, even if they are not for you. You can use various curse removal methods to get rid of curses on you but if they are not effective then you cannot do anything.
But removal of curse with the help of a good spell caster can not only help in getting rid of the effects of the curses on you but also protect you from negative energies throughout the life in future. You will have to use your positive energies to wait for the good in your life as nothing can be changed overnight. After removing curses by using spell caster you can permanently change the ways you feel about you and your life. After this procedure you should feel happy for the rest of your life instead of worrying about it all the time. Another benefit of removing curse through a spell caster is that it will protect you from all types of curses and black magic in future along with getting rid of your existing curses.
I offer magic spells that really work. Need an immediate curse removal? [Contact me](mailto:[email protected]) for a FREE consultation ([email protected] or [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected])).
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originally posted at: https://izabaeldajinn.com/2018/07/how-to-remove-a-curse

32 year old man, here. Everytime I quit drinking I see all of this inspirational BS about how great it is. Here I am 23 days into sobriety (no alcohol and no other substances at all) and I truly hate how I feel. The only benefit I can see in the near future is financial- which in itself makes not drinking worth it for me as when I do drink I go on binges where I spend like $200 in 3 days on booze (it's not cheap where I live).
The negatives of not drinking, for me include extreme agitation that seems to be getting worse (I was formally diagnosed with ADHD a few months ago)- I mean to the point where I genuinely feel like I need to go to the hospital (I was hitting my leg really hard repeatedly with my fist the other day I felt so profoundly agitated). I have constant suicidal ideation (I mean I have this while drinking too but at least I have moments of euphoria and clarity while drinking). Also when I don't drink I have quite literally a dozen racing thoughts at once and it's overwhelming. When I drink I have a few hours of clarity and I can focus on ONE thing for a few hours and it's beautiful and my mind feels calm. This is followed by a crash and then everything is x10 worse, though.
A therapist I saw recently told me to write out the benefits vs problems alcohol causes and honestly it was a very even list and the reasons for drinking were pretty legit. She told me she can see that I drink purely to treat my mental illnesseses (diagnosed ADHD and Boderline Personality Disorder). The therapist was a mental health nurse that I saw at the hospital day ten into not drinking (I went to the local emergency room with extreme agitation, anxiety and suciidal thoughts- they know me there as I've been there dozens of times for alcohol abuse problems and suicidal thoughts). The doctor was nice enough to give me two strong Valium to calm me down. So in the last 23 days the only substances I've consumed were two Valium and I would have drank instead if he didn't give me Valium. Theye aware of my substance abuse problems at the hospital and they told me I can come to the hospital occasionally if I need a benzo instead of drinking alcohol.
And herein lies the problem- I don't feel better at all without any substances, I really don't. I see my doctor on June 8th to discuss two medications that were recommended to me by a psychiatrist which include Acamprosate And Vyvanse. The former is prescribed for alcohol cravings and the latter for ADHD. I am nervous the doctor won't want to prescribe me ADHD medication as she is aware of my substance abuse problems but I think I really, really need to be on ADHD medication and also I am wanting to try this alcohol craving medication (it's 6 pills a day. Anyone else take it? It's called Acamprosate
Anyways sorry for any errors and I am ranting and I can barely read or type lately I am so agitated. Here's to another day of sobriety...ugh (longest I've ever went)

I’m in the market for a weekender convertible. Been mostly looking at used and new Miatas, but my local BMW dealership recently put a 1999 M Roadster with 25k miles up for sale for $29k. 3 owners, clean carfax, test drive was great and the exteriointerior is in fantastic condition. I love the car as my first car was a 1995 318ti, and it gives me major nostalgia.
I just wanted to run it by this community and see if there are any things I should be looking out for, and concerns with ownership such as parts availability and such. I know there is the subframe issue and I have them putting it on the lift Monday to check it out, but I’m assuming with so low miles that won’t be an issue. I would love to own this vehicle but it’s also nearly the same price as a brand new Miata, which would come with a lot of peace of mind and ease of repair. I very much enjoy how the Miata drives, but the BMW just felt like it was on a different level.
Any owners feel free to lend your advice!

I have a cat named Luna. Luna is the sweetest most loving cat ever… but to only three people. She ONLY lets me and my two brothers pet her, and hold her. To us, she’s any normal cat, but to everyone else, she is a DEMON!! My grandparents that raised her with us can’t even lay a finger on her without getting swatted at or hissed at, they can only give her food and go around her when they have food. But anyone else can not go near the cat without them being scared of what she will do. I don’t mind it because it makes me feel special to have such a caring cat, but I feel like everyone else has to experience the side of Luna that me and my brothers see. Any reason for this behavior? Why does she act this way? And is this normal?

Hi! Anyone up for hangout? drinks? gaming? watch series or movies with? Dm me if u want to have some fun.
About me : I'm masc, they said cute, about 5'2, and fun. I'm from Cebu, but I don't mind talking/chatting w someone who's not near my loc. we can do all stuff online as well like play games or binge watching movies.
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Welcome Here Everyone. Thank you for all your responses and for all the new voices. I'll keep my eyes on CytoDyn for the comprehension of the unfolding of the plans which were made for CytoDyn which are taking place now. But while we wait and remain patient, please do like u/AlmostApproved and enjoy life . He does it by biking miles daily, but you can also eat, drink and be merry, but in the spare time, take a glance at what is happening here. You will begin to realize, that this shall happen apart from anything we can do ourselves, it will unfold regardless of what the naysayers or pumpers alike do or say. It shall happen because the Roux of the Truth Gumbo Pot ALWAYS rises to the top and it shall soon be spilling over.
All this talk of others being set up to lead the company because of Cyrus' MLOA is complete BS. They got it all backwards. Cyrus ain't going anywhere. He built this all star line up from the ground up and he built it on a shoe string budget. Assuredly, he is returning once his health permits him, and being a younger man, he should recover sooner rather than later; but who knows from what he is suffering?
Like what u/Upwithstock was saying regarding submitting the BLA for HIV-MDR in his response to u/Professional_Art3516 , in essence, CytoDyn conducted that trial. Yes, the CRO sabotaged the trial. They ruined the BLA. The data was captured, but was improperly formatted. However, CytoDyn was successful in obtaining the Raw Data and aggregating it into proper Good Clinical Practice Format for the final deciding authority to accept. CytoDyn does have the best law firm in the country on its side in an arbitrage case against the CRO Amarex for wrecking this expensive trial for CytoDyn and is requesting recompense for all the damages incurred.
Once Priority #1, is met, then, the hold lifts and the coast is clear for CytoDyn to re-initiate its other goals and many of these other goals are chomping at the bit to get under way as they are designed and ready to roll out already. One of these could/should be the resubmission of the BLA for HIV MDA as the BLA is practically written in full now, with all the submissions which have been made over the past year. In addition, we know that Leronlimab was effective in this trial obtaining a p value of 0.0032 which is 16x better than the threshold of 0.05. 0.05/0.0032 = 16. Therefore, a resubmittal of the BLA for HIV MDR should be approved if CytoDyn has the wherewithal to prove its capacity to manufacture and distribute the drug. With the partnerships happening now behind closed doors, but later unveiled to the public, proof of these necessary capacities could be made.
Certainly, though, Cyrus likely will not make this re-submission until after the arbitration has settled because it is important that nothing infringes upon this dispute taking place. This dispute though, in fact, may, in some complicated way, be infringed upon and possibly even delayed, by the case against NP and KK, but I am not sure. I believe Cyrus is aware of all these things and he will keep the BLA resubmittal in his back pocket to be unleashed at the most opportune time.
We don't know what has happened since the April 11, 2023 webcast. "So, in March 2023, just last month, we responded and submitted the additional information, and the clarifications requested for those 2 items. The FDA then responded back with a 3rd further written communication to us, again relating to the benefit / risk assessment as well as requesting submission of a new Protocol for HIV indication to be studied once the Partial Hold is lifted... ". So we can assume, that since that time, CytoDyn worked on the benefit / risk assessment and a new Protocol for HIV Indication. But why haven't we heard of any response to these submissions? What likely has happened is that more questions were posed, causing CytoDyn more work to be done to answer these questions and make further clarifications. So, CytoDyn has been doing this and hopefully has neared the point where the final deciding authority will be satisfied with all responses.
Possibly, the final deciding authority may even have been requesting the presence of a chief medical officer, but Melissa Palmer, MD was in the planning from the time when NASH was made a priority. And in accordance with what u/PharmaJunkee shares here , the authority may have been looking for a significant boost in clinical compliance and quality. Jane Conlon Werner possibly, may not have been sufficient. "12:00: We are also taking the appropriate steps to insure that we have the proper personnel in house to execute on our clinical plans. And so this includes the recent addition of Jane Conlon Werner as our new Executive Director of Quality. I think we are incredibly fortunate to have been able to recruit Jane to join us here at CytoDyn. She has extensive experience in Clinical as well as CNC Quality and compliance function review. At, both, large Biopharmaceutical companies and smaller Biotech companies like CytoDyn and I really think that Jane's experience in these areas is going to be critical to future clinical success and that work timing ??for her. This really demonstrates our commitment to insuring quality and compliance across the organization." - again, she alone may not be sufficient.
The picture I'm trying to paint here is of what is taking place with respect to what is being requested of CytoDyn and the hoops they need to jump through to meet Priority #1. Once this goal is met, the rest is over. It becomes show time. The ball begins to roll again. The game is underway. All of which we speak of here comes to pass, as it now is mounting, wanting to explode, under the heat of the sun, bursting at the seams from the pressure building within. Surely, it is mighty hot in that kitchen. God bless everyone at CytoDyn, doing what they are doing to extricate us from the cataclysm the actions of the CRO Amarex induced upon this company, its shareholders and patients and upon the reputation of this drug.
Looking down into the arena, I see that one day, which is drawing nigh, when CytoDyn shall be free again. This, I know, but until then, it continues to fight its battles on multiple fronts, not knowing from where it finds its artillery or ammunition. I remain in anticipation with CytoDyn and stick with what is happening with them, because the time is close at hand. I do not sensationalize this. Rather only deliver my view on the subject, based on the quotations I include, to express what I see to be happening and with that, you can make up your mind whether it makes sense or not. To me, it does.

Is anyone else's store enforcing availability? Apparently in my store if you don't open your availability, you get your hours cut. I work full time and normally get my full 40 but starting June 17th, they have me working 16 hours?? I've had this specific schedule for near 2 years and I just started a second job based on my set schedule here. So I really can't change my availability. Has anyone heard of this? Any suggestions??

Hi all
My partner and I have been in a largely long distance relationship for 3 and a half years. About 8 weeks ago they floated the idea of polyamory after being open for a little while, then closed again. Part of their reasoning was more physical and emotional intimacy. When we talked about what shape they imagined for this arrangement they described a situation in which they would date regularly but not necessarily more than 1-2 times a week.
They had recently moved into a new house and started getting really close to their housemate, I suspected this was an influence on their asking about polyamory but trusted them a lot and wanted them to be happy. I have limited desire to have an open relationship for having my various sexual needs met but never felt particularly compelled to be polyamorous. After a few days they admitted that they were developing feelings for their housemate and after a short amount of talking and a massive burst of compersion and excitement on their behalf I agreed. I now feel that that was incredibly naive on both of our parts.
Their relationship has developed during a very busy period in their lives and has become almost full time, with them spending every night of the week in each others beds and spending a decent amount of time together outside of that. I ideally didn’t want to be hierarchical about it or set too many rules because we have a strong relationship that has faced many challenges over our 3.5 years and I wanted to trust that that would be enough for me not to feel relegated or sidelined.
The amount of time they have been spending together has been a huge strain on me, feeling like we haven’t had the time to put a lot of techniques and habits (such as RADARs) into place and that I haven’t had a lot of time to adjust to this situation, this has led to me losing sleep on nights they spend together and occasionally throwing up from anxiety. This added to the fact that they’re very busy otherwise has led to us talking less and the stress of conversations about our relationship and the reassurance I have needed causing them to feel overwhelmed.
I have come to terms with the idea that if poly is to work out for me in this context I need more structure, more of my partners time/support and possibly a certain degree of hierarchy or priority. I have suggested a sort of deescalation but that seems impossible with their physical proximity and the fact that they have fallen in love. I have strongly suggested that unless their relationship deescalates I don’t think I can handle being polyamorous, not sleeping and feeling increasingly deprioritised. They were understanding and they are now thinking about how they want to proceed. An Open relationship isn’t on the table because theyre not enthusiastic about casual sex.
This whole journey has done some good for me, it has clarified some of my feelings, we have become better at communicating our needs honestly and I have learned to deal with jealousy a little better than before (which was another of my reasons for wanting to try polyamory, jealousy having played a part in my family history). I have had a romantic partner which was nice and fun but often it felt like I was trying to fill a hole that I wanted my long term partner to fill. We’ve decided to move closer together, which may help with feelings of distance and priority and I really want to build a long life with my partner.
So much is up in the air right now; their huge project is nearly over which will free up some time, they are moving away from each other (same city), me and my long term partner are potentially moving in together to an as of yet unknown city. I want to be patient but another two months of sleep deprivation is daunting and unhealthy for me and my work. And now that I’ve floated closing the relationship maybe the cat is too far out of the bag.
There is a part of me that wants to make this work for their benefit, so they can enjoy the richness of having multiple partners. I also could potentially get something out of that too but have been struggling with it because my ability to be loving with someone else has largely depended on my feeling of security within my long term relationship. So now I’m feeling stuck in limbo. I feel like I’ve made my desires clear and picked a direction, I still want it to work but I’m currently struggling a lot to find a path towards that.
I’m currently waiting for their decision and so I’m posting here partly as a means of catharsis and also to ask about potential ways to make a polyamorous situation work within this context, potential deescalation methods, ways I could manage the next couple months if we decide to stay polyamorous and also any other general helpful thoughts this community might have.
Thank you for reading my Uber long post

The Amazing World of Gumball Fanfic: The Great Prank War

Chapter 1: The Spark

It was a typical day in Elmore, a town where the extraordinary and the mundane collided in the most unexpected ways. Gumball Watterson, a 12-year-old blue cat, and Darwin Raglan Caspian Ahab Poseidon Nicodemius Watterson III, a goldfish who grew legs and became Gumball's adoptive brother, were sitting in their room, plotting their next move in the on-going prank war with their sister, Anais.
Anais, a pink rabbit and certified genius, had managed to outwit her brothers at every turn. Gumball and Darwin were determined to regain their dignity and claim victory in this family rivalry.
Gumball: (slams his hand on the table) "We need to come up with the most epic prank in the history of Elmore if we want to beat Anais."
Darwin: "But Gumball, what if we go too far? Last time we tried to prank her, she ended up reverse-pranking us, and we were grounded for a week!"
Gumball: "That's why we need to be smarter about this, Darwin. We need to think like Anais. What would she never expect?"
Darwin: (ponders for a moment) "What if we use her own intelligence against her?"
Gumball: (grins) "Now we're talking, Darwin! Let's get to work!"

Chapter 2: The Great Prank War Begins

The next morning, Gumball and Darwin put their plan into action. They secretly replaced Anais' favorite book with an exact replica, but with all the words scrambled.
As Anais opened the book at breakfast, she was surprised to find that none of the words made any sense. Her siblings tried to suppress their laughter, but couldn't hold back.
Gumball: (laughing) "Gotcha, Anais! How's that for a prank?"
Anais: (frowns at the book) "Very clever, boys. But you've only just begun the Great Prank War."
The following week, the Watterson household became a battleground of pranks. Anais struck back by replacing Gumball's toothpaste with mayonnaise, while Gumball and Darwin retaliated by turning her bedroom into a massive ball pit.
Each prank escalated in complexity, involving the entire family, including their parents, Nicole and Richard Watterson, and even some of their classmates from Elmore Junior High.

Chapter 3: The Truce

As the Great Prank War raged on, Gumball, Darwin, and Anais realized they might have gone too far when their latest prank nearly caused a town-wide catastrophe.
Anais: "Maybe we should call a truce. This has gotten way out of hand."
Gumball: "I agree. We need to put an end to this before someone gets hurt... or grounded for life."
Darwin: "Let's make a pact: no more pranks."
The siblings shook hands, vowing to end the Great Prank War.

Chapter 4: The Unexpected Twist

The following day, as the Wattersons gathered for breakfast, they found a mysterious envelope on the kitchen table. Inside was a note that read:
"Dear Gumball, Darwin, and Anais,
You may have called a truce, but I'm just getting started. Prepare yourselves for the ultimate prank.
Signed, The Prankmaster"
Anais: "Did one of you write this?"
Gumball: "No! I thought we agreed to end the pranks."
Darwin: "It wasn't me either!"
As the siblings looked at each other in confusion, a mischievous laugh echoed through the house. The Great Prank War was far from over, and a new challenger had entered the game.
And so, the adventures of the Watterson family continued, filled with laughter, chaos, and the occasional life lesson. In the amazing world of Elmore, there was never a dull moment.
The End.

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---Esme’s perspective---
---Saturday, 11th of November, 2682 Terran Calendar---
---Southern England---
Fucking Sussex!
‘Can you send me to the Forth Valley?’
‘Oh, we can try… On an unrelated note, how’s your standard English? No problems in communicating?’
I should’ve just said ‘No, I have great difficulty in communicating in anything but Lallans Scots!’ instead of putting on my poshest English speech register to say ‘Marjorie dearest, would you be a lamb and pass another buttered scone… hold the raspberry jam, it’s far too spicy for me!’ which she told me she’d take as a ‘Yes.’
“This is an English language barracks. If you have been directed here in error, please make yourself known to barracks staff for reassignment.” plays a loud, prerecorded Welsh language announcement, over speakers.
They’re fucking rubbing it in!
“This is an English language barracks. If you have been directed here in error, please make yourself known to barracks staff for reassignment.” it repeats in Scots Gaelic.
“Ceci est une caserne Anglophone. Si vous avez été assigné ici par erreur, veuillez vous faire connaître auprès du personnel de la caserne pour une réaffectation.” it says in what I’m 90% sure is a French version of the same announcement (I can’t be certain, though, as that’s not one of my languages).
Looking at the crowds, queuing to get in, makes me regret asserting that I didn’t need transport here.
‘You shouldn’t be sending someone to War that you don’t trust to navigate themself from Galloway to Sussex!’ were my exact words.
I brushed off the recruitment officer saying that I’d be processed faster if I arrived on Military organised transport.
Well, standing here’s not gonna get me to the front of the queue now, is it!
I walk forward to join the massive throng of people, almost all of which look to be about my age.
It’s astonishing how short you feel, being an average height girl in a crowd of people!
178cm really isn’t all that much when you’ve got a not insignificant number of +2m guys here!
Even guys who are the average 188cm can make a girl feel short when their packed too close…
I see a few Neanderthal hunks… perhaps conscription won’t be all bad(!)
When I make it to the front of the line, the guy just stares expectantly at me like I’m supposed to already know what to do.
“Y’awright?… Err… mah nam’s Esme Reid…?” I say, hesitantly, in perfectly comprehensible speech.
“I’m sorry, would you repeat that?” he answers, looking at me like I just spoke to him in fucking Chinese!
“Greetings, gracious sir! You may kindly refer to me by the name ‘Esme Reid’!” I say, affecting my supercilious Southern English gentlewoman accent.
“Alright, Ms Reid. Please present your draft papers and identification.”
The balls they have to ask me to prove who I am when they’re the ones asking me to go off and fucking die for them!
I think about quipping that I should ask him to show me some proof that this is a legitimate Military installation sanctioned by the government of Sol… but think better of it…
Instead, I pull out my draft papers and my holopad, quickly getting up my identification app.
The man scans the code with his own holo and spends a few seconds glancing from his screen to my face and back.
Seeming satisfied that I’m not attempting to enlist under a false identity (for whatever strange reason a person might want to do that) he glances at my papers, says “Everything seems to be in order.” and waves a hand in front of a machine which whirs for half a second before spitting out a simple chain necklace with two little metal rectangles hanging off of it.
He hands it to me and says “This is your identification tag. Please check that the information on it is correct and, if it is, put it on and never take it off.”
I check the tag.
“You’ve got my name and birthday right…” I say, making a conscious effort to keep my speech register in that that a standard English speaker would consider acceptable “…don’t know about the regiment and serial number.”
“Those will be correct.” he says with a ‘move along’ tone.
I shrug, raise the dogtag over my head and drop it around my neck.
I walk on and he’s serving the girl behind me before I’ve even rounded the counter.
I’m ushered through the barracks, herded by the staff, until I reach a building labelled ‘Billet House 279’.
It doesn’t really look like I expected soldiers’ digs to look.
Definitely prefabbed but sort of has more the look of a uni hall than anything else… though I think it’s probably a bit much to expect that I’ll get a room to myself(!)
I follow the throng of draftees through to a wide open room, on the ground floor, that looks like it’s normally a cafeteria.
The camp attendants (who I’m guessing were in the same boat as us, not too long ago) direct us to stand along the left, right and nearside walls, keeping the back wall and centre of the room clear.
Everyone in place, there follows a few minutes of silence broken only by people whispering to one another.
Then, she enters the room.
Dark skinned and clad in green camo clothing, her scalp is easily visible between her cornrows with nary a hair out of place.
Her expression looks absolutely indifferent with just the slightest hint of a curled lip.
From the broadness and flatness of her facial features as well as her single mauve eye, she is clearly half Tshwane… though, you’d never guess that from her stature!
Female Tshwane average nearly 2m… the men are more like 2.2m!
She’s shorter than me!
She’s also built like a Sapiens, not the willowy thinness typical of Tshwane
I guess genetics interact in funny ways sometimes…
Based on her age, her Tshwane parent would probably have to have been one of the very first to be cloned back!
The other eye seems to have been ripped out at some point because in its place is a bionic and there’s a patch of hypopigmented scar tissue, forming a tear shape, at the right corner.
“Recruits… Welcome to the United Terran Coalition Infantry Trainin’ Camp, Graffham… My name is Warrant Officer Simone Sands… and I’ll be your drill instructor…” says the woman, cooly, speaking in a rough sounding, London accent.
The surname ‘Sands’ probably means her dad was the Tshwane (though not necessarily… she might have been given her mum’s surname… or it might be a coincidental English surname).
“…You all know why you’re here… Most of you’ve prob’ly already lost loved ones to this War… You are here to defend our right to exist… and I can’t think of a more worthy reason to fight than that…”
I’ve decided I like this woman… She may be English but I’ll try not to hold that against her(!)
“The first thing I need to tell all of you is that, by the end of your trainin’, you will NOT like me…” she says, as if reading my mind “…that’s OK. My job ain’t to be liked, my job ain’t to make friends… my job is to make soldiers!”
She casts her biological and bionic eyes around the room, letting her words hang in the air.
“Note… that I said ‘soldiers’… This ain’t Full Metal Jacket. This ain’t the 20th Century. There’ll be no Pvt Piles here!… I ain’t aimin’ to destroy your minds or your individuality. I ain’t goin’ to physic’ly and psychologic’ly abuse you into becomin’ robots or killers… I am makin’ you into soldiers… Regardless… this process will not be easy! In fact, it may well be the hardest thing you ever do!… As the face of this process, you will come to hate and resent me for it!… I hope for it! The more you hate me the more-DO YOU HAVE SOMETHIN’ TO SAY, PRIVATE?!”
Everyone in the room is startled by the authoritative woman breaking herself off to shout angrily at someone on the other side of the room.
“STEP FORWARD AND SPEAK SO EVERYONE CAN HEAR YOU!”
The boy that steps forward is tall, bulky and muscular with a handsome, half Neanderthal face… just my type!
Then he has to go and ruin it by opening his mouth.
“I was just saying… that I find it somewhat difficult to take you seriously as a commanding officer… You just seem a little bit… little.” says the boy in the poshest, smarmiest English drawl I’ve ever heard!
The woman does not shout, she does not scream, she doesn’t snarl or even purse her lips!
She just nods, as if considering his words, then asks “What’s your name, Soldier?”
“Rupert Forest.” responds the boy, proudly.
“And, how tall are you, Pvt Forest?” responds the woman, unimpressed
“195cm.” he answers.
“And, what’s your mass?” she asks.
“110kg.”
“I see, I see… So, by your logic… you’d make a better drill sergeant than me, would you? You’re 25cm taller and 35kg heavier, afterall!”
He smirks “I wouldn’t presume to say so, Ma’am…” in a way that definitely suggests that he thinks he would.
She seems to consider that for some moments before answering “Alright then, fight me for it!”
“I’m sorry…?” responds the poshboy.
“You heard me… Clearly, you got no respect for skill and experience but it seems like you must respect power… so fight me for it! You win, you get to train this lot, I win, you never question my authority again!”
Is this woman mad!?
She may be a soldier but this boy she just challenged is a half Neanderthal giant!
She’s gonna lose!
I do not want to be drilled by some snotty, privileged English brat who got here at the same time as I did and just couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut!
Then again, I don’t really want to be drilled by a woman so delusional that she felt the best way to squash insubordination was to challenge a man she has no hope of beating, either!
The guy is clearly salivating over the power that’s just been slapped on the table in front of him as he answers “I accept your terms, Ms Sands…” with faux magnanimity.
There’s no way they’d let a Private run drills, is there? When he wins, someone just needs to go and complain and they’ll give us another (less stupid) drill sergeant… right?
He strips off his jacket to reveal a pair of thick, muscular arms that (in spite of his repulsive personality) are a thrilling sight.
He has to go and ruin it by flexing and posing, clearly revelling in the room’s worth of gasps he got when he revealed his arms… He obviously likes being the centre of attention.
“Done?” asks Sands, drily.
“If you still want to do this…” he says, smugly “…you could just concede defeat and I’m sure no one would hold it against you!”
Her lip curls as she answers “But… if I did that, no one would learn nothin’, now would they…”
He shrugs before launching himself at her without waiting for her to give the word to begin.
She whirls out of the way and he snatches at her, unsuccessfully, as his momentum carries him past.
“Lesson 1:…” she shouts while snapping into the space behind him and kicking out his knee “…size does not determine victory, strength does not determine victory…” levelling another powerful kick between his shoulderblades to bring him to the ground.
She backs off, allowing him to scramble to his feet and turn to face her, hunched in readiness and scowling.
“…Pvt Forest here looked at me with contempt on account of my small size and, though he didn’t say so, I’d guess that my rough accent, my lack of a graduate epithet and my lack of a penis also played a roll in his judgin’ me as less than!… He thought he could beat me, he probably still DOES, and, ’causa that, he didn’t respect my ability to lead…!”
Forest makes another lunge for the smaller woman, misses and is punished for it by being knocked back to the floor.
I’m agog as I watch this little woman… there’s no other word but toy with the giant man!
“…but victory does not care how big you are, how strong you are, how classy or educated you are or what’s in your pants or panties…!”
She dodges around his arm and pins his chest to the floor with her knee.
“Discipline and trainin’ determine victory!… Things that I have and Pvt Forest LACKS!… Things that ALL of you will acquire, over the next 8 months!!!” she turns her head down to the mountain of man she’s pinning to the floor “Concede, Private!”
The man shakes his head, trying in vain to leverage himself up.
“Alright then… Lesson 2: When faced with a resistant individual, compliance can be effectively enforced by the expedient of lockin’ their joints to induce PAIN!!!”
She grabs his thick arms by the wrists and pulls them backwards in a way they are not meant to bend!
He screams in agony!
“CONCEDE!!!… Don’t make me send you to the Medical Officer! It’d be inconvenient for BOTH of us if your pride makes you miss your first week of trainin’ while your arms heal!!!”
He holds out for two more seconds before screaming “I concede! I CONCEDE!!!”
She releases him and stands back up.
“On your feet, Soldier…” she growls down at him.
He stands back up, his face beet red.
“Are you ever goin’ to question my fitness to instruct again, Private?” she glares up at the humiliated giant.
“No.” he answers, gracelessly.
“No…?” she says as if waiting for something else.
Forest looks as confused as I am about what she’s expecting.
“No, Ma’am!” she snarls.
“No, Ma’am.”
“Good, we’ll work on your attitude, movin’ forward. Now, get back in line!”
The humiliated man picks up his civvy jacket and returns to the place he was called out from.
“Now, I don’t think I need to prattle on anymore about how you’re gonna hate me by the end of our time together, do I?… I think Pvt Forest helped me prove that point quite well, so I’ll move on… You will sleep in this buildin’, six to a room. Your rooms will be gender segregated. If you wish for a place to be… intimate with people of the opposite gender, you may request use of one of the conjugal rooms… I suggest you do the same if you want to be intimate with a same gender partner but that’s between you and your roommates! You will eat in this room at 0700hrs, 1200hrs and 1800hrs. Diet’ry requirements will be accommodated but, bare in mind, this ain’t your mummies’ and daddies’ kitchen! ‘This food is forbidden by my religion/personal ethics’ is a diet’ry requirement. ‘I am allergic to this food’ is a diet’ry requirement! ‘I don’t like how this food tastes’ is not(!)… In the mornin’s, you will be receivin’ lessons in lecture theatres, workshops and the like…”
“Oh great… just what I wanted after leaving school(!) More classrooms(!)” I mutter to myself.
Her head instantly wheels to me with unnerving precision.
“Someone else with somethin’ they’d like to say!?” she says, locking eyes with me, terrifyingly.
“No, Ms Sands!” I answer, instantly.
“Miss?! I’m not your bloody schoolteacher girl!!!”
Everyone laughs. Even Pvt Forest, like he wasn’t just humiliated himself, 2 minutes ago!
“Ma’am… err… Ma’am, no, Ma’am!!!” I say, doing my best to emulate the tone I’ve seen soldiers use in films.
She rolls her eye (it’s difficult to tell if the bionic rolls too) and says “Better… What’s your name, Private?”
“Ma’am, the Private’s name is Esme Reid, Ma’am!!!”
“Do you remember me tellin’ you this ain’t Full Metal Jacket?… You don’t need to scream when you talk to me, you don’t need to refer to yourself in third person and one ‘Ma’am’, when you’re done speakin’, is enough, Reid!”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She points to her single, mauve eye, then to me and says “I’ll have my eye on you, Reid!”
Somehow, her tone sends a chill up my spine but I do my best not to show it.
She turns away and I release a silent sigh of relief.
“As I was sayin’… In your lectures you will learn the ins and outs of military theory; tactics, strategies, logistics etc. You will learn as much as we can tell you about the nature of the species we are fightin’; their capabilities, tendencies, political organisations and known weaknesses… bear in mind that First Contact weren’t much more than 4 years ago and we’ve been at War for almost all the intervenin’ time, so a lot of what we teach you will be little more than guesswork and hearsay from prisoners we’ve interrogated… The mornin’s’ll also be where you learn the particulars of the equipment you’ll be expected to be proficient with in the field. This includes firearms, plasmaweaponry and durasteel armour, as well as the tech you’ll likely encounter from the opposite side; kinetic pulse weapons, laser weapons, field emitters etc… I strongly suggest that no one allows word to get back to me that they’re not takin’ these classes seriously!… A stupid soldier is a dead soldier!”
She glares around the room, her eyes resting on me four a quarter of a second.
“…In the afternoons and evenin’s, you’ll be doing PT… that’s ‘Physical Trainin’’… soon to be every one of your two least favourite words in the English Language(!) “
I notice a wry smirk twist the mouths of a few of the camp attendants.
“In PT you will be drilled in agility, endurance, close quarters combat and coordinated marching… Five times over the comin’ 8 months, you and your trainin’ partner will be dropped into a remote bit of wilderness, somewhere on Earth, for five day practical survival experience. You will be given a beacon, to summon retrieval, but these are only to be used in cases of actual threat to life or bodily integrity… not because you’re feelin’ miserable!”
She takes a second to pause for breath.
“You get an allowance of 12 days off, over your time here… that’s two a month… These are subject to my approval and I may deny them for any reason, including no reason… so don’t piss me off!… You may not take more than 2 consecutive days leave at a time! Certain classes are mandatory and leave will not be approved on days they occur. If your allowance is spent, no more leave will be approved, barring a real emergency!… Now, for today, you are going to line up to have your maps and room keys downloaded onto your holos when your name is called, then you are going to have your bodies scanned for your armour measurements… at that point everyone with no uterus has the rest of the day free to settle in… If you have a uterus, you’ll need to report to medical to get your cycle paused! This is, I’m afraid, nonoptional… You are not prohibited from engaging in relations with your fellow recruits but you cannot be a soldier while you’re able to get pregnant. Attempts to circumvent this requirement in any way will land you in the Stockade!… After your cycle pause has been given, you’ll also have the rest of the day to settle in… Enjoy it! It’ll be the most downtime you get for a while!… Finally… I believe we have a 17 year old with us here… Pvt Taylor?”
A few people put their hands up, most looking confused.
“Pvt Oskar Taylor! The 17 year old?” she says, exasperated.
All but one of those with their hands up put them down.
The one remaining Pvt Taylor with his hand in the air has pale skin, black hair, brown eyes and a sharp featured face wearing a dour expression.
He stands even taller than Forest… Nearly 2m tall!
Though he’s not quite as heavily built, he’s certainly a good looking piece of boycandy!
“Pvt Taylor…” says Sands, her mouth breaking into a smile for the first time I’ve seen “…couldn’t wait to go off to War, could you(?)”
He mutters something but, while I can hear the power and deepness of his voice, I can’t make out a word he says.
“You’ll have to speak up, Taylor! Nobody’ll be able to hear you if you mumble.” points out Sands.
“I said I had some personal circumstances that made this the most sensible course of action for me, Ma’am.” says the tall, dark haired man, looking over her head rather than down at her and speaking in a grim monotone. He definitely loses boycandy points for the poshness of his accent, unfortunately…
“I see… I won’t pry into that but… you didn’t think of Officer Training? That’s the route that most people take when volunteering ahead of their conscription.”
He shakes his head “I thought of it and decided against it, Ma’am.”
“Oh? Why’s that, Pvt Taylor?”
“I didn’t believe I would make a good officer, Ma’am.” he answers simply.
She laughs “I wish every soldier could be as introspective, Taylor! I like you!… Unfortunately, bein’ a minor does mean that you can’t be put in a room with others… Sooo, that means you get a room to yourself… for the moment. Might sound cushy but before anyone else gets too jealous, bare in mind that privacy is the only advantage! His room will be a sixth the size of yours so its basic’ly a broomcupboard… the disadvantage will be severely reduced opportunity to socialise!… If that doesn’t sound doable, you can leave and come back when you turn 18, Taylor.”
“It’s acceptable, Ma’am.” he says without hesitating.
Yeah… it’s official… I don’t like him…
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I rub the spot on my arm where the serum was thunked into me about 15 minutes ago.
Like with everything else about conscription, I get it… I understand the point…
But seeing the sense doesn’t mean I have to like it!
It’s not like I want to get pregnant (getting a nine month reprieve from service would be a fairly shitty reason for me to bring a child into the world) but it does feel like one last slap in the face to my personal autonomy that I’ve just had a cycle pause fucking mandated upon my body by the government!
As I draw near, door 1512 detects the key downloaded on my holo and unlocks
I open it and am greeted by a blonde girl, smiling broadly and instantly identifiable as brimming with ADHD energy.
“Hey there! My name’s Charlotte, it’s lovely to meet you!” says the girl, wrapping me in a hug without asking if I’m OK with that.
Her accent makes me wonder if everyone I meet here is going to be a posh toff!
She makes three of three of my fellow draftees!
“A pleasure, Charlotte… the name’s Esme…” I say, speaking Scottish accented standard English and gingerly patting her back.
“Oh, you’re Scottish…?” she says pulling herself off me with an expression that suggests meeting a Scottish person is just the most wonderful thing she could have imagined “…My great grandmother was from Edinburgh, where are you from?”
“Stranraer.” I answer.
She frowns “I don’t know it, I’m sorry!”
“I won’t hold it against you… Southwestern tip of Scotland? Where it nearly touches Ireland and the Man Peninsula?… ’Bout two and a half million people?”
“Oh, wooow! I don’t think I’ve ever met someone from a village before!” she says, seeming entirely oblivious to how that might be taken as an insult.
“Yeah… I guess it’s not that big.”
“Well…” she wraps me back in the hug and continues “…we’re the first ones to the room and that has to mean we’re going to be best friends!”
“I’m afraid my best friend’s name is Tamsin… the position is not open.” I say, firmly setting a boundary.
“I meant best bootcamp friends, silly!” she says, as if that should have gone without saying.
“Alright… I guess that positions open… but you’ve not got the job yet(!)” I quip, warming up a little to the ball of posh English energy.
She pulls back and beams at me “Alright then, for my first act as best bootcamp friend candidate, let me show you the view!… That should earn me some points!”
She says, leading me into the room that’s so small it makes me doubt that that goody-two-shoes 17 year old can possibly have one a sixth this size!
She leads me to the window and spends a few moments making sure I’m positioned just right before she draws back the curtain.
The view is quite breathtaking… rolling hills of snow blanketed mammoth steppe, lit by evening sun, with barely any of the sprawling military camp visible.
Though, you can see one of the tallest structures ever built by Humanity… the Sussex Space elevator… several times the Earth’s own diameter, the ‘top’, if you can even call it that, is a fifth of the way from here to Luna! …And… in 8 months, I’m going to be riding it, all the way up, to get on a troop transport.
“Look! See! There’s a herd of aurochs over on that hill! You know this place used to be a national park, before even Unification or the Reset! It’s called the South Downs! My mum told me we had family from here… obviously I never met any of them because they would have left hundreds of years ago!…”
The bubbly girl talks and talks and… just keeps talking… but I don’t particularly mind.
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So l got a bad tattoo from what I thought seemed like a good artist. All the work that I could see from them was good including their script. They had great reviews and artists I've gotten work done with follow them on social media. It was just line work seemed like it should be simple enough. The words "Face the music" on my arm. All the letters look shaded. It is thicker in some spots and thinner in others. While I was there I had the artist touch up things but it just started to look worse so I stopped paid and left. My mistake. I messaged the artist while in my car to ask if it is supposed to look that crappy (I know it's isn't) and they said it'll look good in TWO WEEKS. Bullshit. They said they'd be happy to touch it up within 3 months but I don't want them near me again. ANYWAY can I fade this so another artist will be able to fix? Should I wait for the tattoo to heal before trying to fade it? Ive never had this happen before and need some advice.

I've beaten the games a few times now. Now I'm just playing on Exterminatus and secret hunting. But I think I've played enough to determine the most dangerous enemies in the game. So here's my list in no particular order because I'm sure some people have more trouble with other enemies.

1. Lord of Change- First on my list is this guy just for the shock and awe you experience the first time you encountered him. You tend to fight him in arenas slammed full of enemies and two of his arenas are extraordinarily cramped. Plus hitscan warp flame. Nuff said.
   
2. Aspiring Champion- This enemy kills runs on higher difficulties. So first off he runs straight at you and hits you for a chunk of health and he also has a plasma weapon with splash damage. Oh and if you don't gib him he'll probably come back as a Chosen of Chaos where he's much faster, does way more damage and his eyes glow with sheer butt puckering fury.
   
3. Plague Toad- you almost always tend to fight one or several of these tanky dudes at the end of an arena with limited ammo. Not only does this enemy appear at the worst times his attacks are a nuisance too. First is his tongue swipe which can be avoided but licks out so quick it's difficult to react to and hits like a truck. Second. His stupid puke balls. You will almost guaranteed die to one at some point as they linger and explode when you touch them for huge damage.
   
4. Plasmagun Renegade- finally the last most dangerous enemy imo. This is 40k mind you. So there's no shortage of corridors and industrial surface areas. Luckily this little guy carries what is for him a rocket launcher. With splash damage. You might get lucky and side strafe his shot which moves slow only for it to impact on the wall behind you and splashing you for nearly an entire health bar. Luckily at times he can hit a wall near him or other enemies and kill himself. Unluckily there's almost always one on the back of a group who lobs one lucky shot and hits you with it absolutely ruining your day.
   

That's my list for the worst enemies to deal with in Boltgun. Just my opinion. I died quite a bit to these enemies and it seems most people tend to have some trouble with them as well. Let me know who your least favorites are?

I'm playing a Pyro Sorcerer and to me the firewall spell feels kinda clunky. It is really important to cast it in the correct angle so that it can hit the maximum amount of enemies. Sadly though the game seems to snap it onto enemies and I really don't get why it would do that.
Whenever I have my mouse near an enemy and cast Firewall, the spell is cast on the position of the enemy instead, moving the outer border of the wall such far that it doesn't hit enemies which it would've if it was just cast on the position of my cursor.
Is there any option to disable that? If there isn't then I'd say that really should be fixed.

I know the title doesn't make a lot of sense. What I am trying to ask is; let's say that I have a spectrum analyzer, a tinysa ultra, with 800MHz bandwidth, which claims to be calibrated to 5.3GHz in ultra mode. It uses some kind of harmonic mixing and spur removal algorithms but I am not quite sure how it works yet.
I am going to buy some transistors and schottky diodes to build radio frequency receivers and some testing equipment like a return loss bridge and signal sources.
What kind of fmax should I aim for? Should I limit myself to transistors with fmax<800MHz? Maybe 5.3GHz? I know there is no hard rule about this kind of thing and also that it is pretty much impossible to actually get any gain at fmax from a transistor. Most of them seem to be specified for about a third of their transition frequency.
What kind of scares me is that I will buy these transistors, build some circuits and then they will oscillate at some very high frequency that I can't detect, though I suppose it is not very likely that a transistor can be made to oscillate at frequencies near fmax especially considering that the rest of the circuit will have some loss even if I were to try and make it oscillate.
I am thinking of getting some BFP183 for amplification/oscillators and some cheap medium barrier schottkies for mixers. I've already got lots of lower frequency transistors and I've been building RF circuits as a hobby for about 10 years or so. It's just that seeing "GHz" in a datasheet kinda scares me :)
BFP183 seems to have an fmax of about 10.3GHz based on its fT, Rbb and Ccb. I figure I can just run it at a lower than ideal current to lower its fT, although I will need to run it at a higher current to drive those schottky diodes for mixers. Maybe I can buy a more powerful but slower transistor to do that. The reason I am considering it is because it seems to be quite cheap.
I am open to transistor-diode suggestions and thanks in advance for your answers.

I took the FAR section on June 1, 2023 and don't know what to think about it. It has been said several times on this sub that the MCQs are less wordy than what's on Becker and I totally agree with that. The questions seemed fairly straight forward in testlet 1 except for a few that tripped me over. This was mostly because I didn't review F7 before going in for the exam so there were a couple of equity, EPS related questions that I hadn't prepared too well for. Due to the time crunch, my focus had been on cash flows in this chapter. The second testlet did seem a little more complex and I ended up marking more questions on this testlet.
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Since the most stated advice is to do governmental and NFP accounting like your life depends on it, I counted the number of questions that I got on this topic. There were nearly 18 MCQs and even a sim from governmental and NFP. It's important to know this part of the exam so if you're preparing, ensure you have enough time to complete this. I did F1-F4 first and then kinda jumped to F7-F-10 and that gave me time to do a lot of cumulative reviews that helped during the exam. Not sure if this method would help others but I am glad I had time to absorb the concepts.
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What really tripped me up were the sims though. I have read on this sub that BRS, leases, bonds are commonly tested simulations and yet I didn't get any of these? I got some random consolidation sim where I had to account for eliminations, two memos to edit based on the exhibits, cash flow statement using the indirect method. It kinda sucked balls to be honest. Everything is just weird. I don't know how else to explain this.
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Anyone else get the same feeling after leaving FAR?