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My mother? Well as bad as she took she dished it out well herself. She was physically and emotionally abusive herself. She'd blame me for all her relationship failures. She blamed me for my father and any other man for that matter who didn't want her. One day after a particularly bad separation from my father since he disappeared for years at a time out of nowhere she took me to the top of a parking garage. She looked me right in my eyes and said "We should both jump". That sorta behavior from her was pretty common throughout my entire life around her.
Fast forward to 12 years old and I'm being fed a nice hearty diet of McDonalds and other really great for you food. So I end up being a fat kid for a big chunk of my life with hormones that probably have more in common with the ingredients of a Burger king oreo shake than a regular young man. My mother did her role of making fun of my weight too regardless of the fact she was fat as well.
When I hit highschool my mother, her new partner, and myself moved into my grandparents. I lived on the couch and they got their own room. They chose to not work for 6 whole years. I went into the worst depression one could imagine, I don't even remember the faces of anyone as I slept the entirety of most of my classes because I couldn't sleep at home. I hit 17 and I was expected to get a job to help my mother and her partner move out. I couldn't even finish school, and here I was paying off two grown adults lives like a slave.
So after 6 months of work I pay off the down payment of their apartment, pay half of the rent, and am now living in a town where I knew no one. And after a few years of this I began the biggest redemption arc I could possibly do. I got in shape, I moved out, I went to culinary school, I got with enough people to satisfy the lack of relationships I didn't have when I was younger, lived in Europe for a few years, I got married(didn't work out but whatrya gonna do), and I had some money in my pocket.
But I wasn't happy. I was not happy? What the fuck why? I did everything I'm supposed to I got out why am I not happy? Well I went to a therapist to find out why, and the man turned out to be a convicted drug peddler. The guy was caught because he was playing up peoples fears in order to hawk drugs onto them. In my case I told him I was having nightmares about an asteroid hitting the Earth and assassins trying to kill me at night yknow goofball shit. He told me "Oh my that makes a lot of sense!". So yea great guy.
Then at 24 I my now ex-girlfriend. Don't worry this isn't going to be a big diatribe about how my hearts been broken as it's a bit more complicated than that. When we were first around each other on a date I had a panic attack a severe one, and you know what she did? She took me to In N Out to talk about it. What the fuck? Who does that? Some spaz guy you just met is having a panic attack and you decide to take him to get food and just... listen? Nobody I have ever met in my life had ever done something even approximating that who I even knew for a long time. I was recently going through heartbreak, but I felt something strangely quickly with this person.
Fast forward a few months and we're madly in love. I truly deeply loved this person, and I needed to be sure before I told her and when I did it changed both our lives. After a year give or take we moved in together to her parents home(rich kid which was really a big trip for me because I had obviously grown up in far less than affluent circumstances). She wanted to be the bread winner and I'd be the "house husband" in her words. Well we make this work for a good long while, and we were happy. Yes there were problems and neither of us were either now or then idealized people, but we were happy and were making it work. I was in the greatest shape of my life, I was motivated, and I was forgetting the past.
Then the sadness came back. It was like it was telling me "Hey brother remember me? Sorry if you didn't". I was going to fix it this time. I was not going to allow this nonsense to break everything I had achieved, and I would do it for her. I had to try. I went to another Psychiatrist and when I only began telling my story to her and that I possibly had PTSD she held a hand up to me and said "Stop, if it was that easy to get PTSD everyone in Africa would have PTSD". After I finished my story she said "You may have PTSD" so you gotta imagine the topsy turvical state that put my brain into. She prescribes 3 drugs at once for me which was terrifying, but I wanted to trust the system for my girlfriend. I needed to.
The drugs gave me an adverse reaction and it put me in the mental hospital for a week because I had suicidal thoughts. I know its ironic to say it now, but I did not usually have suicidal thoughts. At least not really feeling like it. Well I get out and I'm in a bad way for a few weeks after and began going on a massive recovery spree. It took a few months but I was back to it, and I was hitting the ground running again and even taking college classes. This was in March 2020. I hope you all remember that date because that's the month COVID hit.
Things began to rapidly unravel. My girlfriend got her first job at Walmart and I could see her mental state deteriorate before me not just due to the job but also what was happening to the world around us. It was also the beginning of her physical abuse. She came home from a particularly bad shift at work one day and punched me in the gut. I was mad, I was furious, but I also forgave her. On some level I wanted to understand because the world was going to complete shit and I told her as long as she got help I'd forgive her. It kept happening. The second time she attacked me I told her I was leaving, but she went into our closet banged her head against the wall and said she would kill herself. She would hit me with pad locks, serrated edged spatulas, hair dryers, fists. I didn't leave I needed to protect her and beyond that I loved her more than life itself.
The years go on and she began becoming truly abusive especially since she hadn't achieved her dream job yet. Then one day she did. And things were good again, they were like the old days. But then things started to fall apart for her. Her job began to resent her and feel like she didn't fit in, and her old habits of abuse were back with a vengeance. During this time period two of my friends had become drug addicts and one killed themself. So I was feeling more and more alone and broken.
We're in mid 2022 now and I'm a severe depression, I wasn't taking care of myself, playing videogames every day, resenting my girlfriend for her actions, and feeling truly alone. I retreated from the world and everything around me just seemed like some sort of dream. I was the rock for both of us in our relationship and I had stayed strong for her, every time she failed, every time she hit me, every time I was there for her. I was far from perfect, but something that can never be taken from me was I took care of the both of us.
It felt like everything I had worked for was falling down apart around me, and I'll be frank it was. Fast forward to May this year and I had truly degenerated from all of my progress. My girlfriend had lost attraction to me, and wanted me gone. Well this itself would've been fine despite the fact that much of this was due to her actions towards me. For example when I told her about one of my friends suicide she made it about herself, and didn't listen to me whatsoever. And even tried to refuse taking us to my grandfathers funeral.
Well what she chose to do was to project her abuse onto me. She claimed I was emotionally abusive for having not been on top of chores after the severe amount of depression I had gotten into in the past year. I became extremely depressed from this and while I was leaving we had a massive fight where both of us yelled at each other, and then well I had to leave. I had to leave the home I had for 4 years. My cats, my fiancee(she asked me to marry her in april which is another kick to the balls), everything. I had no money to my name because she threatened suicide once if I got a job because she wanted me to be home to take care of her, and she did ask me to get work in the last 6 months but I was beyond depressed.
Then after I had left the home I had found out she got a restraining order on me for yelling at her. I'm serious even I couldn't believe it was over there I felt gaslit to shit. And for an entire month I was already dead. I just couldn't believe this was happening. We get to the court date and I tell the judge how this was an attempt to obfuscate her own physical abuse to me and to give her credit she admitted this was true. That she was the abusive one towards me. I appreciate that she at least gave me that. I was able to at least have a cleared name of something I didn't do and say my piece.
The happiness I felt for winning lasted exactly 10 minutes. It was in that moment I realized "Well, it doesn't change anything. Your life is over". It is over. I'm already dead. I don't mean I'm just a bit sad I mean I am dead. I've done the lets start over thing before, and I don't have it in me anymore. I just don't. I lost the person I loved to a world that warped her into someone she wasn't and maybe that's my idealized view of her, but it's how I see it. I still love her, and I still know there's good in her. End of the day though is that I'm penniless, homeless, and basically waiting for death to come to me anyway.
Well that about wraps this up. I hope that anyone who reads this doesn't interpret that motivational shit I said at the beginning as a cynical thing. I had a beautiful life at many times, and if someone as idiotic as me could do it? I'm more than certain you can too. I was born broken, I don't know if it was my environment, my genes, both? Hell. maybe a fair amount of bad luck. Who knows. But I couldn't be happy and every chance I had to be happy it was taken away from me.
Well that's it. Goodbye, and if you get the chance watch the show "The Terror" Season 1. Wonderful show it is probably the best piece of media ever made. It's a lot more positive if you look at it from the angle of "Look what we can achieve when we trust and work together".

One of my FAVORITE aspects of Soul Calibur was being able to create my own characters and have them fight against eachother in vs mode, using them alongside friends & the like… so when I heard that character creation was coming to SF, that was the hook that got me excited for SF6.
Does anyone know how to create multiple avatars and use them in VS mode? Because that’s what I was really hoping for here, and I can’t seem to find what should be a pretty obvious feature.

It has been just over a year since dday 1 and 9 months since dday 1.5 (discovery of things to dday 1, so don't quite count it as 2). I (BW) really thought I was doing well and "over it" except for hyper vigilance that I feel is just a part of me and our marriage now. Yesterday though, for no apparent reason, my brain returned to his "role play" chat with some random "lady" in which he expressed his desire to impregnate her and see his baby growing in her "cute little belly", how he'd take such good care of them...I mean, this long deleted chat now (so he can and does deny it) is imprinted on my brain.... there's more and worse, but you get the idea. His claim is that was her kink and he was just playing along, carried away and whatnot.
It was a hectic and challenging day yesterday, and by last night, I was not myself, and it was obvious something was bothering me, but when he asked, I said it was nothing, not wanting to fight and beat this long dead horse further. Regarding this particular person, he claims to have never talked to "her" (in quotes because I basically don't believe anyone on is real on that site) before or after that night which was 1 week prior to dday 1, when I caught him chatting with his unwitting "hot wife" girlfriend on another site.
I am just tired of this being my life now. I have no clue what triggered me this time. When he asks if I trust him, I just avoid answering....but in my head I am screaming "do you think I'm an idiot? Hell no, never again!.". And then I ask myself if our marriage can survive this long term, if I am strong enough to live like this...and if the answer is no, why am I wasting my time trying?
Thanks for reading and (hopefully) getting this out of my head, at least for a moment.

A while back I started writing down ideas for season 4 of Kuroko and my friends liked it and said I should post it here so here goes!
Kuroko: After Kagami leaves and Teppei has to stop playing, it looks pretty bleak for Seirin, however on the first training session of the new year they all come back from holiday and to their surprise, Mitobe has grown! not a ridiculous amount, but enough that his now 6"3-6"5. But the biggest surprise is that when Kuroko walks in, to all of their surprise he has hit a growth spurt, now standing at a solid 6" - 6"1. Everyone noticed him, due to his new growth spurt his lack of presence is gone! His greatest strength is gone. So for their first practice game, where they are testing the new recruits (who are all pretty strong considering Seirin won the cup last year and a lot of prospects would want to go to a strong team) and Kuroko is almost useless, his passing sucks because his size means he lost the tempo of passes, because of his new height his shotting technique has too high an arch and he misses, he can no longer ghost around the court.
So he is benched, and during the first tournament, he does nothing but feel useless. He has special training with Riko and even Kagetora, but he still struggles, but during the season he would have meetings and games with each of the GOM where they would help him grow, Murasakibara teaches him to block, Aomine teaches him to use his dribbling, Mido teaches him to shoot with a high arch, Kise teaches him to use his instincts and Akashi teaches him to pass better. By the end of the season, Kuroko would be able to do it all, not as well as the other players, but better than other non GOM players. Kuroko gets better with his version of emperor's eye. I imagine that he would be able to enter the zone and the true zone, considering he has the greatest love for the game and his team than anyone else.
Kise: has a story line where his body isn't suited for Basketball, the toll that his ZPC puts on him is massive, and due to his modelling he has been afraid to put on muscle to ruin his physique so he needs to learn to let his fears go and train his body to handle ZPC, maybe he gets an injury and for his rehab trains his muscles and eats more so his body grows slightly bulkier and broader (not like Silver but more like Kioshi).
Aomine: now has the motivation to work with his team and train, but with Kagami leaving he worries that the motivation will be gone, but he slowly through the season regains the passion he had in the early scenes of him at Teiko, he enjoys time training Kuroko, facing Kise and Akashi, as well as getting to know and form friendships with his teammates Ryo and Waka.
Midorima: has little growth until towards the later part of the season, he gets beat again, and begins to realise that he is currently (aside from Kuroko) the weakest of the GOM, even telling Takao that he is the only GOM who will never enter the GOM. Akashi points out that this is because he thinks to much during the game, he doesn't rely on instincts, he is too cerebral. However, before his final game in the show, his team are facing another GOM team, and he realises his star sign is weak while his opponent is strong, and the lucky item for the day is missing. Midorima basically accepts defeat and his team are behind going into the fourth quarter. He tells Takao that them losing is fated, and Takoa asks him to look at the team, and the fans, his he willing to accept that they will lose without a fight, and suddenly in the game Midorima decides that he doesn't care what fate is telling him, if fate is against him then he will take destiny in his own hands and win. Then he reaches the zone. With his three pointers they close the gap and narrowly lose out.
Not sure yet about story lines for Murasakibara and Akashi, maybe something to do with Akashi being threatened by his father that for losing the game to Seirin he has to give up basketball, but Akashi tells his dad that he won't give up, he will fight, but if he loses again then he will give up the family name.
At the end of the season, all of the GOM including Kuroko are invited to play for the Japanese youth league for their final year of highschool. The final moments of the series will feature a time skip to when the players are in their twenties, and they are all heading for the Olympics, where Kuroko enters the stadium where the players of all the nations are gathering, and stares at Kagami, who now players for the US team, and smiles.

ELI5: What occurs to extraneous sensory information when the brain does not perceive it or it is discarded from consciously being processed? Is it retained in any way but just inaccessible? I ask after having a flood of such type of useless sensory info suddenly become available 30+ years after the fact. There was nothing episodic in the memories, think of a photo dump. Full disclosure: I am autistic meaning potentially I have different “wiring” and I experience issues regulating sensory input.

Hi I'm looking for some clarification on how the community handled assault phase wound allocation as I find the RAR a bit bizare in it's writing.
The Rules
The RAR states that a model can only be allocated a wound from the wound pool if they are engaged in combat with the enemy unit who's attacks are being resolved.
To be engaged to an enemy unit a model has to either be in base to base contact with a model from that enemy unit or be within unit coherency with a model that is in base to base contact with a model from an enemy unit.
While I'm paraphrasing here, due to the way would allocation works, a model is allocated a wound and makes a save then a damage mitigation role. If this model dies another model considered engaged in combat is selected for the next wound and this continues until the wound pool is exhaused or there's no more models engaged with the enemy unit.
However here's where I think it gets a bit dumb using the above rules RAR.
The example
Lets say I charge 5 custodian guard with spears into a 20 man space marine tactical squad and due to terrain and the charge role I can only get 3 custodes into base to base contact with 1 marine each. So three marines in total are in B2B contact with the tactical squard and lets just say 9 more are within unit coherency of these marines so are considered engaged as well.
Custodes go first at I5 and inflict 13 AP2 wounds on the unit. Now the controlling SM player needs to allocate wounds and remove models.
Here's where things become a bit gamey RAR
From what I understand of the above rules there's nothing stopping the SM player allocating the first three wounds suffered to the three marines in B2B combat with the custodian guard squad and removing them first.
As there's no additional wording in the rules about when engagement range is checked and locked in. I can only take this to mean a check to see if a model is engaged or not happens just before a wound is allocated to it. This means that the 9 marines that were considered engaged (but not in B2B cotact) at the start of I5 no longer engaged as there are no longer any models in B2B contact with the custodes squad.
As they're no longer engaged the remaining wounds in the wound pool are lost, so the custodes kill a total of 3 marines.
At I4 as all the custodes have attacked, the 17 surviving marines pile-in for their attacks.
My Question
I just wanted to check that this is the correct way to check engagement range to do the above combat as it seems very gamey (while also limiting the lethality of close combat). Goonhammer seems to agree with this interpretation (https://www.goonhammer.com/horus-heresy-tactica-assaults-part-two-fight/) but only because a commentor pointed it out to them.
Does anyone have any evidence to suggest I should be playing it another way?
Other thoughs
This particular interpretation of the rules absolutely neuters Dreadnoughts and Monsterous Creatures in close combat as due to initial charger rules they're 99% likely to only be in B2B contact with 1 model from an enemy unit (as they have to move in a direct line to the closest model). Assuming the enemy unit doesn't pile in (as it's an optional move) or goes later in initiative order they'll only be able to kill one model if the enemy player is savy with their would allocation.
It also seems to encourage having CC units with various initiative values in order to re-engage with enemy units.

Black screen
Lee Jung Jae: Close your eyes.
Asian male youngling along with a Tarsunt youngling meditating in a Jedi chamber.
Lee Jung Jae: Your eyes can deceive you.
The rest of the class is revealed. A young girl is in focus. A master in golden robes is walking trough the class.
Lee Jung Jae: We must not trust them.
A stranger in black robes walking trough a planet that looks like a mix between Nevarro, Tatooine and Jakku. Walks trough a busy marketplace street.
Lee Jung Jae turns to the class
Lee Jung Jae: The Force is powerful.
The stranger enters a cantina. Bunch of silly new aliens in there.
She walks towards a table.
Lee Jung Jae: It is power
Carrie Ann Moss in brown robes, sitting at a table, turns towards something.
Lee Jung Jae: You must respect it.
Carrie Ann Moss defending herself with force martial arts against the stranger who is now holding a knife.
The stranger is masked. You can't see anything below her eyes.
Lucasfilm Logo.
A jedi in golden robes walking towards a mountain in the snow.
A mon cala Jedi Master being saluted by a group of padawan in the same jedi chamber from the start.
A Jedi (Charlie Barnett) with a female Zygerrian Jedi on a Neimodian ship. He appears to be using the force.
Three neimodians on the same ship. They appear to be in alert.
A castle that looks like Maz's?
Interior that looks like a high tech version of Maz's castle. What appears to be two Jedi are discussion in a hallway. Someone dressed in black is eavesdropping.
A figure in black is approaching someone in white robes. Not Jedi.
The dark figure strikes at the person in white robes. It is an alien. It stays completely immobile. The shot cuts before we see what happens.
Charlie Barnett now wearing brown robes is walking trough an Ice cave with a pantoran Jedi. He turns on his yellow saber and does a little twirl.
Vernestra Rwoh opening the door at a Jedi temple with the force. She is wearing the same robes as in the book.
Manny Jacinto looking. He's looks rough with brown robes. Either the cantina or Vernestra Rwoh planet.
Carrie Ann Moss, Lee Jung Jae, Dean Charles Chapman and the wookiee, all wearing brown robes, are encircled by figures in black robes in what appears to be a scrapyard. They're looking at something big.
Jodie Turner Smith wearing a blue gown and a golden headpiece, walking trough a crowd of people in blue robes. Looks like a religious cult.
Jodie Turner Smith: This isn't about good or bad.
Back to the cantina fight. Carrie Ann Moss stops the stranger mid-stab with the force.
Shot of Jodie Turner Smith talking to someone. She says: This is about power.
Lee Jung Jae and two other Jedi on the Ice Planet (maybe Charlie and the Pantoran, I can't remember). They appear to be struggling against the wind in a blizzard. They stop to loop at something.
Zabrak fighting with a stick. Probably on the scrapyard planet with the group of Jedi. She is wearing dark robes.
The stranger from the cantina walking trough a street at night.
Jodie Turner Smith: And who's allowed to use it.
9 Jedi, including Lee Jung Jae, Charlie and the Pantoran, standing ground it front of something that looks like the Rebel base at Yavin 4. They turn on their saber.
Lee Jung Jae: Blue
Charlie: Yellow
Pantoran: Green
The other colors are 1 blue, 2 yellow and 2 greens.
Trailer ends.
I haven't read the books, but a friend told me the villains in blue-dark robes looked like the Path Of The Open Hands from the High Republic.

quick repost since I forgot to flair the original
October 25th 1519
Hartenfels Castle, Torgau
The sun had nearly finished its descent towards the horizon when distant bells could be heard in the far distance. The guards patroling the walls of Hartefels castle scrambled to action, peering out from every corner to location the origin of the ringing.
"Look!"
A number of guards ran to the eastern wall. Out in the distance plumes of thick black smoke could be seen forming, followed by the faint dancing of flames, almost as if the stars had transported themselves to earth. The captain of the guard, Konrad von Dobern finally made his way up to the wall.
"Captain...is that...Bad Liebenwerda ?" questioned his sergeant, Karl
Konrad squinted, his stomach churning with dread.
"Yes it is Karl, get a messenger to Wittenberg and Weimar, tell them we have bandits that need dealing with."
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November 11th
Just outside Torgau
Fritz entered the command tent, fully dressed in his armour. Already inside were his uncle Johann and mercenary commander Johannes Bruhl, along with other aides and the young Johann friedrich and Philip, though they would not be fighting in the coming battle
"Uncle, my scouts have located the bandit camp, they're in the forest north of Trobitz"
"Perfect, we ride at dawn, hopefully we can catch them by surprise as they gorge themselves on their plunder. Johannes, are the men ready?"
The grizzled commander of countless battles sighed
"As ready as can be my Lord. They are peasants after all, not much me and my men can do in two weeks."
"Something is better than nothing. We outnumber and outmatch these fiends, that is not the problem. What is imperative is that we capture their leaders alive. I want to know who they work for. No sane man raids the lands of an Elector without sizable payment first."
"Uncle Georg?" asked Johann Friedrich
"I will not point finger just yet son. Georg is ruthless but he does have some principles"
"Nevertheless, he is on the top of our suspect list Uncle. The bandits have been raiding all along our parts of the low road..."
"As I said nephew, lets not jump to conclusions"
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November 17th
The village of Trobitz
"Uncle!"
Fritz dragged the blooded man and threw him to the ground at Johann's feet
"Here's the bandits leader, and back there are some other high ranking officers. They were all huddled together, cowering in fear in a tent full of loot."
"Good job nephew! Johannes has been teaching you well. Now, you. What is your name?"
The bandit tried to stand up, Fritz quickly pushing him back down on his knees
"Wilhelm"
"Who hired you to raid my lands Wilhelm?"
"nobody you hereti-"
Fritz slapped the man, sending him back down to the floor. Johann sighed
"I'll ask that once again, bandit. Who. Hired. You?"
Wilhelm spat at Johann's feet, earning him a kick to the stomach. Fritz now turned to the rest of the bandits leaders
"Anyone here that confesses to who hired them will live to see the end of the day!"
A meek man, not what one mighty normally think of as a bandit stepped forward
"We...we were hired...hired by rich men...rich merchants from Dresden"
Fritz looked back at his uncle. Both knew what this meant
"Come, on! Names, now!"
"They didn't tell us their names, please you have to believe us, they just send a hooded figure to see the captain and hire him to raid the Ernestine low road."
Johann walked forward towards the man
"Thank you for listening to reason. Fritz, gather all these men and place them under heavy guard in Torgau. It seems my cousin has a lot to answer for"
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meta: Some bandits raided my lands and i found out some Ducal Saxon Merchants were behind it

All my life I was raised by people who avoid their responsabilities.
Two weeks ago, my beautiful baby dog died abruptly she was only 7. I usually go away one week per month to another city for work (and to maintain mental stability) and leave my dogs with my parents. I know they do not abuse my dogs, I leave them food, they feed them, they sleep inside, enough for one week, I try never to stay away too long. The only reason I am here is because here my dogs have space. In the city I could afford a place for me, but naturally not a house, probably a 1 bedroom and my dogs are not used to that. My dog was sick one week before but by tuesday she seemed to be recovered. Since she was young I thought it was an acute episode and she was recovered, so I went friday evening.
Saturday evening my mother called me saying she had being vomiting. Apparently my mother left after lunch and she was fine but when she came back she saw she was vomiting and called me. From the schedule, I think she first came home, cooked and calmy ate dinner, while my puppy was there suffering, but first things first! The most important is to calmy eat dinner, fuck the dying dog.
Then I asked them to take them to the hospital. I wanted her to stay overnight and would come back next day. My father did not want to because she would leave fur in his car and possibly vomit and also he wanted to rest and maybe he'd have to wait too long in the vet. Eventually they went after being on the phone for 40 minutes teaching them how to put the leash (my father knew he was procrastinating hoping he did not have to go).
During the afternoon, my father and brother were home. They probably saw my dog ill but they didn't bother to call me. If they had called me I would have booked a ticket and come home immediately. They would take her to the vet and when I was home I would be there on time to see her. Even if she died - which maybe she wouldn't because she had gone earlier - I would be there. Instead she agonized an entire afternoon and then died alone in the vet and I did not have the chance to say goodbye.
While crying on the phone with my mother, she said "but you knew she was not well, why did you go?". But then in the same call I asked her "why didn't you call me earlier if you saw she was unwell?" to what she replied yelling "she was well friday evening in satudary in the morning" (she was well but I should know she was unwell? the fuck?). This is because my mother always tries to make me feel guilty for doing anything I like: vacation, going out, she always tries to put me down. Then in another call I was making more questions about that day and crying and she jokingly said "I will make you a drawing when you come back home". And also said "if you're coming here cause problems, you might as well stay there" (I did not come home right after she died I stayed in the city for a while and handled the cremation procedures by phone).
I know it's my fault as well. I will have to live with the fact that I left, that maybe I should have seen the signs, that I was not the best pet owner, I did not have the best housing situation to have pets and I did not deserver her. I know all of that. I never had problems assuming my responsabilities and guilt.
But not my parents, specially my father and brother. They are little saints who are never guilty or responsible of anything. My mother too, but at least she eventually called.
The house where they live was built by my grandparents. They were illiterate and went abroad to a country they hated to get money, stayed there for 20 years, made sacrifices and then came back and built this house. When my father got my mother pregnant of me "by accident" (poor saint is never responsible for anything it's always an accident) they let them live here rent free. They did not pay any bills. They had free childcare (my grandmother took care of me). My grandmother cooked for everyone, my mother could get home and had everything prepared. My grandfather even opened a business so my father would have a job at home!
Then my grandmother died, my grandfather was heatbroken. He still paid everything in the house but my mother wanted to charge him money to cook for him. The business went bankrupt and my father was jobless for like 12 years. He was always bothering my grandfather to give him money. The last time I saw my grandfather in the hospital I went with my father and the last thing he said was "it's ok, the retirement check for this month already came". He was sad when my grandfather died obviously, because now he would not have anyone to care for him.
My grandfather was sick for a while but my mother did not care for him. She instead started caring for one of old neighboors because her daughters were abroad. She did not visit him in the hospital. My grandfather even pressed charges against my mother to a social worker (did not went ahead because then he died).
They never did anything in life, no sacrifices, everything handed to them, and they were never grateful. Then my grandfather died and they inherit this house they never worked for.
They can't even care for the house properly. Parts of the house are degrading because they don't clean it. They don't invest in it. They have a part they're renting to someone for an extremely low rent value because they like the guy. They could charge more and with the money do some work. nop. They put my brother's girlfriend, her mother, her two cats and the dog here, rent free. The cats had to be closed in the room all day because my dogs did not get along, but when I was not here, they made my dog sleep in an outside place we have and let the cats free, the cats ruined some of the couch and wall paper. It's fine I love cats, but it's amazing how for 30 years I lived here, my grandfather for longer (and he owned the place) and that couch was never ruined. These people come and in a matter of months ruin the couch.
Whatever. My father already said the house is going for my brother (he can't do that, by law I am always entitled to some part, but he is too stupid to know that). Once he was sick and my brother was sleeping in the same floor as him, but instead of calling my brother he phoned me. Then I called an ambulance and went to wake up my brother but my father was like "no don't wake him up, he has to wake up early" (I had to work next day but who cares).
My brother has a girlfriend and he already manifested the will of then coming live with her here, potentially eventually have their kids, stay here, rent free. I think when he brought her and her mother here he hoped eventually I would just disappear with my dogs and the mother could stay in my room and he and his girlfriend in the other and everyone would be happy.
Well, too bad. I am planning on laywering up to understand the things I have to do to assure than when they pass away I inherit my part. I do not intend to make it easy for my brother. I always worked hard and I am in a good position now in my life despite all the abuse and despite the fact they never helped me, so fuck him, he can do the same. Every centimer I am entitled to by law, I will fucking get it. And I am also planning to do a will to make sure most my money does not go for any of them if I die before.
My life may not have a lot of meaning now that my baby passed away (still have another dog, so some meaning), but I will fuck these pricks and make them pay, even if that's my only purpose. Every hour of that afternoon they let my dog in agony, they will pay for it 1000x more.

Sorry. This will be a but long as it spans over 10 years.
Backstory: 2012 - 15 year old, deeply insecure girl (me, now 26 F) meets equally insecure 18 yo boy (now 29 M). She falls in love like never before and never after. Takes 14 months to gather up the courage to tell him. He says no, is too preoccupied with other things/lives too far away.
2014 - She (tries to) move on, but they still talk and despite having a stable, loving relationship with someone else, she finds herself occasionally falling back for him in a span of multiple years.
2018 - However, she ignores those feelings and goes on living her life, moving even further away. The contact becomes a bit less intense. Speaking about feelings is utterly forbidden anyway, as it will turn the conversation the wrong way and end up awkward/in fighting. As happens more than they both would like.
2021 - On a certain moment when they meet up again, the boy, now a 27 year old man, believes she is single as she does not mention anything about a relationship. He confesses he is in love with her. Even more so, he regrets turning her down all those years ago, as he has been and has remained in love with her all this time. He just didn't want to disturb her while she clearly found happiness with someone else and was working on her dream. She tells him she has a relationship and is polyamourous. He doesnt take that well. She is very hurt. They stop talking for years as it is too painful and confusing for the both of them.
2023 - 11 years after the initial meeting, big changes occur in her life and she feels a need to share them with him. Weirdly enough, it feels like they never stopped talking at all. They have, however, matured and are able to approach certain subjects much more rationally and respectfully.
Due to those changes, she ends up single. For the first time in a decade. Inevitably, this turns the conversation to the subject of feelings and whereas previously it would end up in fighting, they are finally able to approach the subject as adults.
He restates he has always been and still feels attracted to her, which is the main reason he distanced himself from her. He doesn't know if he is in love with her yet. They even talk about the physical part of relationships, without turning the conversation awkward. He says he is also physically attracted to her. They sext and (Due to distance) end up having phone sex. He is also sorry for turning her down and causing so much confusion. She confirms feeling the same way.
Issue now: Nevertheless, they realise they have grown from careless teenagers into rational adults. They are living different lives and have different goals. The physical distance has only grown bigger and acting on their feelings would not make any sense at all.
Furthermore, as beautiful as the story is, there are some "icks" that bother me and this is why I have come to reddit looking for support. He is 29 and does not have any prior relationship experience. We still need to have the "polyamourous" talk again and while he has stated to be willing to "accept and respect" it, I am very very very afraid I will end up being hurt again, DESPITE our changed style of approaching problems. Last but not least, I am not sure if a relationship with him is what I want now, or if it's something I'd act upon because I wanted it a decade ago. I am afraid he doesnt fit in the life I built for myself. I am afraid the distance will turn out to be a problem, as it always has. I am just afraid of it all going wrong and losing my oldest and closest friend in the process, letting go of all the sweet illusions about us that I've kept hadden away for years.
TL;DR: friend who I have been secretly in love with for over 10 years appeared to always have been in love with me too. We are now at a point where it might work out communicationwise, but our lives and outlook on life has changed. Also: long distance. And I don't want things to go wrong and risk losing a friend.

I recently went to Shousetsuka ni Narou, to see what the author's doing, and he gives us info rarely, as usual. But, there's something else I saw. It's laughable, but bear with me. It seems like there are people directly complaining about Rimuru's pronoun. Yes, it's the pronoun issue again with these people. It seems that they hate the fact that Rimuru's always associated with the male pronouns, and wants it to be changed as something else since he's "genderless". What do ya'll think?
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I ma put a single one here, honestly ya'll don't have to read it, but if you're interested, or want something to laugh at, go ahead.
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""Why does everyone still think Rimuru Identify is a man? Rimuru is always addressed by man terms in the west and I'm sick of it. I contacted the ones who handle the series but they don't care about if the translation is wrong or right or mistakes in the script because money talks more for greedy people in the company than making everyone happy and being fair to others. If you reading this please allow us the freedom to decide Rimuru's pronouns since we know Rimuru has NO GENDER or SEX as slime Updated all the Source materials to speak slime Rimuru's name only and remove pronouns like "ore".
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To me Rimuru Tempest is Genderless but the translation changes it to Sexless in the mobile game. Light novels, manga, and anime do it too last I look. Rimuru VA in japan said in her interview Rimuru was Genderless. slime. Veldora name them Rimuru Tempest. Rimuru's soul has changed since then as a person. Satoru and Rimuru aren't the same no more.
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Does anyone remember when the salaryman died and was reborn as little girl Tanya? We all address Tanya as a female using female terms and not male terms. WHY ARE we addressing Genderless Slime with male terms? Rimuru is neither gender so why do we keep using "ore" to address them? It's disrespectful to Rimuru who is fully genderless as slime or anything form used. People in the community label Rimuru husbando because Rimuru is a male and other communities brainwash it as the standard.
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Btw I don't address Rimuru Tempest as a male, female, or anything else but by name only. Rimuru is not a Husbando, not a male, not a female, but a slime we all can agree we love. fair person please give overseas users the freedom to address Rimuru as they see fit and offer more Source material to address Rimuru like a male, a female, a genderless, or by the name-only version of the light novel, manga, anime, and the mobile games. Rimuru can then be a
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Waifu or Husbando without getting into more dumb fights online about it. Rimuru is tired of being called men in the West all the time. I've reached out to the people working on the series, and I don't care if the translation is wrong or correct, or if there's a mistake in the script. If you're reading this, you know as a slime that Rimuru doesn't have a gender or a gender, so please allow me to decide my own pronouns for Rimuru, so please update all source material so that the slime has his Only read Rimuru's name and removed pronouns such as "ore".
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To me Rimuru Tempest is genderless, but the mobile game changes it to sexless by translation. Light novels, manga, and anime are all done at the end. Japan's Rimuru VA said in an interview that Rimuru is genderless. When Satoru dies and becomes a slime. Veldora named it Rimuru Tempest. Since then, Rimuru's soul has changed as a human. Satoru and Rimuru aren't the same anymore.
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Anyone remember when the office worker died and was reborn as a little girl Tanya? We all use feminine rather than masculine terms to treat Tanya as a woman. Genderless Why does he use slime as a masculine term?Rimuru doesn't have a gender, so why does he keep calling it "ore"? It's disrespectful to Rimuru, who is completely genderless because it doesn't matter if it's slime or anything. People in the community label Rimuru's husband because he is male and other communities have brainwashed him with that as the norm.
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By the way, I don't call Rimuru his Tempest by male, female, or any other name. Rimuru is neither a husband nor a male nor a female, he is a slime that everyone recognizes. Overall, I am a fair human being. Please give overseas users the freedom to treat Rimuru as they please. Please provide more source material., anime, mobile games. After that, Rimuru can become a waifu or a husband without having any more stupid fights online about it.""
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My opinion about it? Cheeze is good melted, and so is rice when cooked.

My(childless) DH has SKS 18/15. SK18 will be going off to college in the fall. Historically we've had them EOWE/rotating holidays/2 weeks in the summer.
When SK18 got his license he stopped coming over to stay nights, mostly because BM lives closer to his "life". DH struggled a bit at first, but finally accepted that teens will be teens and it hasn't been an issue since. He still does a weekly dinner with them both and is always preaching quality over quantity as far as his time with them goes. They have a great relationship.
Well, SK15 will be driving before long and I'm already seeing a similar pattern. There has already been weekends where she has asked to stay at BMS because she has plans in that part of town, etc. I can pretty much predict she will follow in the footsteps of the 18y/o once she's driving.
DH has been very frustrated over this, moreso than with his son(18). I don't know if it's the gender difference or if the 15y/o is his youngest and "last" kid. Maybe a combination?
To me this is just a part of growing up and not a huge deal. Honestly anymore when SK15 is here on weekends she either 1. sits in her room the whole time and doesnt interact with us, or 2. spends chunks at friends houses which requires DH to drive her around all weekend. He is exhausted. The weekend is his only time off from his very high stress career and even then, he still often does work on his computer during the weekend. He has little time off to accommodate getting teens to all their activities. BM is closer to SKS friends, doesn't at all mind them staying with her, and works much less than DH so it isn't as taxing on her to haul the kids around to stuff all weekend.
The kids WANT to stay at BMS because it's easier for them too due to the distance between our part of town and theirs. But still, DH fights tooth and nail to try to have SK15 stay weekends here even though it doesn't make sense for anyone involved and puts a huge strain on not only him, but SK15. He discovered this weekend that she has an extracurricular all summer several days a week, so due to his work/travel schedule it will be impossible for him to have her for the normal 2 weeks straight as no one will be available to take her to her activities. He's now all worked up over this, grumpy, and refused to discuss alternatives when I tried talking to him about it.
How do I gently support him and his emotions during this time? It's hard for me because while I do love his kids, I'm obviously happy to have more time with my DH and it's not like we NEVER see them, as we do plan things with them outside the traditional CO, and I feel like what we've been doing is appropriate for their ages/activities and just what everyone has going on in life. Forcing them to stay here seems like such a waste of everyone's time when the only person really rooting for it is him. But I can't say that to him without being attacked obviously.
How do I get him to chill out and just let happen what will happen organically?

Kokomi is proven to be a very capable military leader and tactician. She had fought a long and destructive civil war of which she had inferior numbers, inferior positioning, a naval blockade, and not to mention a disadvantageous economic position. She fought her battles in inhospitable places like Yashiori island of which was cursed by the Shogun with everlasting lightning before us the players stopped it. So what really made Kokomi's tactics succeed over her enemies?
To understand Kokomi's tactics we must understand her philosophies on war. Distinctively her means of warfare is heavily drawn upon or atleast similar to "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu or atleast its teyvat counterparts(*This is not a joke, the trailer litterally referenced it in a bit cringy way imo). This philosophy of war rest in the belief that Victory ought to be achieved in the minimum of casualties and the maximum of gain. In the trailer kokomi's strategizing hinted a bit at this. When she sent two of her soldier groups to battle while her personal professional force, the swordfish would burn the provisions. The act of burning provisions could force the enemy to retreat even after a winning fight, therefore minimizing casualties for both sides. Yet war philosophies alone won't win wars, afterall the devil is in the details.
The most important key lies in the tip of the spear. The Sangonomiyan Armed Forces. There is nothing special about individual samurais on the army but maybe perhaps that's why it is special. The sangonomiyan army is actually implied to be more ragtag than the Shogun's. Limited supplies with a strained food supply chain, many of them are implied on being illiterate(*), they could only be implied as either as trained or less trained as their inazuman counterparts. Not to mention the rebels diversity as they came from many parts of inazuma and not just watatsumi. They have been proven to be somewhat easily agitated indicated by the diplomatic incident of one accusing the inazuman armed forces of colluting with the fatui, if the soldiers have lied about their non involvement they could just get away with it and come back with better terms, not to mention when some of them almost mutinied because they wanted more fighting. These are inherently bad traits for the army, so why does it become a very effective force under kokomi?
Usually if you like roaming into youtube about wars and setpiece battles you would see a bird's eye view on the battle taking place. Intuitively from my prespective and experiences this had led me to believe that troop placement and clever use of terrain is the key to winning a battle, that is true however, it does not paint a full picture in winning wars. The romans weren't effective just because Caesar put a hidden infantry detachment behind his cavalry, or scipio's copy of Hannibal's strong wings weak center. A real life example of this is the battle of Munda, Caesar was at his most disadvantageous position, fighting an uphill battle against a numerically superior enemy. Yet he won, this shows that battle positioning is not the only way a battle or war is won.
One of the most important thing that The Sangonomiyan armed forces have and its most crucial aspect is Divisional structures. Though a bit counterintuitive, this part is actually crucial. Kokomi divide her soldiers into platoons, in the trailer we are hinted at the names of these platoons or atleast their leaders, Gobius and Gorgasia. Divisional structures ensure that there is cohesion within the lines and a clear structure of power. Orders can be carried out easier and battle lines could be easily drawn, assessed and fortified or enforced. Part of the reason why the romans were so effective is that they have cohesive structures, albeit copied from other places. This help them identify which section og the line is weakest and help some to enforce a position and make orders more effective as the division of labor and duties could be easily assigned. This is examplified in a real life example where Crassus' son helped reinforced a section of Caesar line in the left flank in the war against Ariovistus. In the trailer kokomi is shown to be taking this to her advantage. Gobius and Gorgasia was tasked to lure the enemy into a trapped by a feigned retreat(*) while her specialized platoon called swordfish are tasked to burn provisions. This level of management is crucial in decision making and effectiveness. Yet the strenght of an army is not merely of its structure but how we use it.
In examining Kokomi's way of warmaking and strategizing, i was somewhat reminded of Prussia's millitary reform after Napoleon's invasion. Several keys are fast mobilization, flexible leadership, and decentralized yet coordinated forms of organization. Kokomi is shown to trust her subordinates, this high levels of trust shows the effectiveness of her general staff. We saw how some forces could patrol indepent from HQ, and some are tasked with missions without Kokomi's direct intervention. This is what is called a mission type tactic, where a commander are given broad command over the field but subordinates are given the freedom for initiative. The orders on these type of tactic is a bit more vague therefore letting the platoon commanders figure out the way with their own experiences. This is the tactic of "No plans survive first contact with the enemy" type of deal. This made command flexible, and attacks more swift. This also makes it easier to imply the tactic of March Divided fight united which will makes troops moves faster, but by far i haven't seen it in action in game. What is in game is a mission where we are tasked to clear up a section of watatsumi island, where we fight monsters, part of the platoons are already fighting there before we intervened, this platoon was a bit away from gorou or kokomi.
Her strict rules and the fact that most remembers them or atleast her higher ups means there is a form of discipline within the ranks. Even with the diversity all is united in a goal of defeating the shogun which makes morale high, one personnel even tried drastic meassures in obtaining an illusion and using it though it is a tragedy what happened to him. The cohesion in her army despite the shortcomings ran contrast to Kujou Sara's army which has an implied low morale and some disubordination, the fact that some of the army colluted with the fatui shows relevant doubt in the ranks. This paired with kokomi's excellent judgement of timing and terrain, shown in her setpiece battle with kujou sara, the first and only battle we saw at Nazuichi beach, how she outflanked and outmanuvered Sara's forces in the last minute, where she pushed with all her infantry (massive L for Sara, a good general would have reserves to protect the flanks).
Kokomi's leadership is also very well received, she has the very trust of her people and my heart. Even when she's a cute anxious introvert who my balls itch for, she could balance it with significant degree of profesionalism. She is still very young, and had a lot to learn like governing, but with time she will learn it through experience. There is still probably a lot i wanted to say in here but, well would you really want to read a very long post about how to improve watatsumi island? This is probably a love letter from me to Kokomi, as a lover of history and wargaming, as an aut- (my lawyer has informed me to not do this joke) who plays imperator rome, victoria 3 and Hoi4, i love you kokomi
-yours truly, the least chronically online and insane genshin player fr.

I noticed that I get burned out mentally relatively quickly playing a lot of a fighting game in a row. Specially Street Fighter cause I can't really flowchart and have to constantly adapt. It's kind of weird for me cause I've been playing competitive games for like 15 years now, and I can play high intensity stuff like Quake duels or League for at least a few hours before I get burned out, but with SF6 it's like 45-60 minutes of ranked and then I gotta do casuals.
What are your experiences with this? Does it change with more experience in SF (I only got like total 130~ hours across V and VI)

So I (17F) am graduating from high school today. My dad has been sort of estranged from my life for the past few years due to drug and alcohol issues. I don’t really see my mom either. I’ve lived in my grandmas and grandpas house since I was about 6, and for a while my dad lived there too. In 2019, my grandpa passed away due to heart complications and there was a bit of a break in my family because my grandpa really just kept everything together.
About two years ago, my grandma met a guy who she got along with and they started traveling across the US since it was something she was never able to do when my grandpa was alive because she had to care for him. My dad seemed to take this extremely personally and didn’t like him at all. At one point, he screamed and tried to start a fight with him, which ultimately caused my grandma to kick my dad out of the house.
As it stands, my grandma, her boyfriend, my dad, my two aunts, my uncle, and my mom and 3 of my siblings are to attend my graduation this afternoon. Last night, my dad asked what the plan was for graduation since he has to drive down from where he lives to come see it. I informed him i’d be driving with my grandma and her boyfriend and he became very upset.
He said he wouldn’t be attending my graduation and I had to be pick between him or my grandmas boyfriend. However, I really don’t feel strongly enough to uninvite him. My grandma doesn’t really want to be by herself and as it stands, i’d rather my grandma, who raised me, attend the graduation more than my father, who’s bailed on my siblings and I whenever it’s gotten hard. However, he was very good through out my childhood and does show progress with him being clean and more recently has become more active in my life.
My dad ended up changing his profile picture on facebook to a picture without me in it, but has my two siblings, as well as changing his cover photo which had me in it. We haven’t talked since last night and i’m wondering if i’d be the asshole if i just gave up and let him do what he wants? I want him to go but if he’s willing to die on this hill i’m not sure if i want to do anything.
AITA?

I guess I might as well get this off my chest since nobody in my family wants to do anything about what happened to me
But I have an older sister that is a little bit older then me and she put her hands on me because my boyfriend came over.
So for context me and my boyfriend have a great relationship. We may have our ups and downs but I honestly can say that we get over fights an all that pretty quickly. But my older sister holds grudges over him because when we sometimes do fight, I'll ask her opinion about it and she'll hold it against him.
I don't know why she does it but she doesn't let it go and for a while she's been not liking him. It got so bad to the point that our own father said that she shouldn't hold a grudge against him, and that any problem she has with him she should come to me and mind her business. But recently she didn't do that
A couple of weeks ago my boyfriend dropped me off at my house and she kicked him out of the house because she thinks he's not good enough for me. And one thing lead to another and she put her hands on me and left me with bruises all around my body. She choked me during the altercation, and I felt as if I almost died. My vision went black and I honestly thought she was gonna kill me. My whole body went numb and the worst part about is that she was doing this while out little sister watched with fear in her eyes as she did this to me. She banged my head on the floor and punched my all over my body. I was terrified and couldn't move.
I felt too weak to do anything and when she finally let up off of me and when she did the first thing I did was go in a corner and grab a knife and protect my little sister in case she comes after her or me again. I was terrified of her and I honestly dont think I can ever forgive her for what she did. And my parents have the audacity to expect me to forgive her for overpowered me and almost killing my in front of our 8 year old sister. I want my older sister dead. And I know it's harsh but I honestly do for what she did to me. I couldn't go outside for weeks. She gave me a black eye, black all around my neck, a concussion, and other random bruises I found shattered throughout my body that I found out about days later.
I don't see her as my sister anymore, but rather a stranger that is in the house. I want her gone. And if she was on the side of the road dying I don't know if I would go back for her. She put my mind in a bad space and to this day I haven't said a word to her, I won't ever. My parents have the nerve to ask me every day for weeks to talk to her and forgive her because "siblings fight" but this didn't feel like the average sibling fight. I never in my life ever wanted to put my hands on my sister or even think about doing the things she did to me. I hate her and I honestly hate my parents for not doing anything. All they did was talk to her and no punishment has been made. All they did was take her phone and computer away for 2 days. I feel trapped in a house that won't let me leave. I hate this place and I just wanna die. I don't feel safe in my own house anymore.
We share a room and for the first couple of weeks after she sleep upfront. But now she decided herself to come back in the room. And sleep in her bed. And I haven't gotten a wink of sleep since. I can't go anywhere. I have no family around that will take me in. And my boyfriends parents won't let me stay with them for a few days because I'm a girl. And my friends can't either because of other reasons. I have no where to go with no body to talk to. I hate what my life has become. And the people who I thought I loved and trusted the most betrayed me and left me in a hollow shell of nothing.

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.

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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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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?