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2023.04.01 12:27 sookieneet 21F Australia, looking for a weightloss buddy

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2023.04.01 12:12 LiteraryLizard8_ Tricycle

The school bell rang, and Damien left with George to the bakery down the road to buy two coconut strawberry cakes, they found Lucy there, buying a Pepsi and chicken vegetable pie, “thank you” she said, moving to leave the shop, giving Damien a deep sideways look tainted with love, “wait” he said, “what,” “we are going into the woods after this,” it was 5.33pm, he and George had left school late after staying back in the library to finish their biology homework for the week, “sure,” she said, one black pant covered leg crossed over the other above cute AF1s with ruffle socks, twirling side to side, they left with the cakes, and walked through the train station to a secret entry on the other side through a small gap in trees down into a wide drainage system protected from sight by trees and apartment buildings, running through a large, graffiti littered pipe they existed the other side and jumped over rocks in a stream to a thick patch of trees and out into the woods, Lucy found her tricycle behind a thick moss-covered log, “when are you going to learn how to ride the bike without those training wheels,” “when you die,” she swung her leg over the bike and pushed it off through the trees, Damien and George in tow, Damien on the bike he left behind the same log, Damien on foot, the other two were soon far ahead of him, “I have to go guys,” George said, “ok, see you tomorrow” Damien said, he watched George’s form fade into the darkness and shifted his attention back to Lucy, she gave him a seductive smile, and pushed onward, she was the baddest girl in their sister school, wing eye-lined green eyes, dark hair falling off her perfectly symmetrical head in curls.
The moon was now full, just below the majority of bottom branches, bright orange eyes peeking out of halloween lanterns, and green light flickering from candles through green-stained hexagonal metal-glass containers hung on branches throughout the woods, casting a green-orange hue through the woods, Lucy’s tricycle squeaked through the night, Damien behind her on his two-wheeled bike, “I like your ass” he said, observing the soft expanse of her ass going up to a thin waist beneath the short black shirt she took out of her bag, she slowed down on her bike, pulling over next to a large tree, “oh yeah” “you wanna see it” “yeah” he said, blushing, she pulled the sides of her pants down, and stepped out of them, leaving an hourglass in a short black shirt and AF1s with ruffle socks alone with him in the dark woods, she walked to him and dragging her hands down his arms, putting his hands on her waist, she moved up to kiss him, he put one hand behind her neck, pulling at a chunk of the skin on the back of her waist with the other, ecstasy beginning to flow heavily through his body, a crack of twigs sounded behind her, she gasped and looked behind, his hands still connected to her, a pair of neutral appearing solid-orange circular eyes grew through the night toward them, they shifted through space up to them, a pair of sharp white teeth streaked with dark purple-black veins slowly coming out of its black face, a sharp black hand nearly imperceptible against the night reaching out and wrapping around her head, slamming it against the tree at a nearly imperceptible speed, leaving a bloody-bony splatter on the tree, and a body from the neck down on the ground.
The demon levitated backwards, “run” it said, Damien’s eyes widened in fear, turning to run directly away, he sprinted between trees with the demon shifting through space behind him, orange eye the only hint of its existence, each shift sending a cold wave of anxiety through him, a large dilapidated, wooden house came into view ahead, hope filled his eyes, he ran up the stairs, slamming his shoulder into the door, knocking it over and stumbling through into the house, he saw a door at the back and ran toward it, seeing a hallway to the right and a kitchen to the left he threw his bag into the kitchen and began to creep through the hallway on the right, going through an open door into a bedroom, he threw himself beneath the large ruffled blanket on the bed, next to a large teddy bear, lying flat, he heard a shift of wind near the door, and felt a darkness fall over the room, animalistic breathing sounded from the demon, Damien opened his eyes and saw two orange circles come over him, horrid breath seeping through the blanket, it took all his mental effort not to move, the eyes shifted up slightly and a sharp pain stung the bottom of his chin and top of his head.
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2023.04.01 11:40 Merthn07 RWD A800 Open Drifting Monster (Toyota AE86 Drift Tune)

1985 Toyota Sprinter Trueno GT Apex - A 800

This one is a revision of my old 86 from back when I didn't quite know how to tune yet. I was able to squeeze out 1.117 million out of the old version. This thing blows that out of the water with a best of 1.152 million and an average of 1.14 every run! All while being an A class car and it's still surprisingly easy to drive to the limit, which is something I couldn't say for my old 86. This thing is now the best A class drift car I've ever built. Not only did I use every trick in the book to tune this car, I think I may have even come up with some new ones. Needless to say, this is pretty much a machine for Open Drifting's wide open roads only, the car will feel like overkill for low speed technical stuff due to it's tendency to accelerate sideways on throttle. I might even go as far as to say this will hang with the best of them in A800 RWD drifting.
Weight 960 kg
Balance 54%
HP 1351
Torque 1366 nm
Share Code 105 851 510
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Engine Racing 7.2L V8
Drivetrain Stock
Aspiration Positive-Displacement Supercharger
Body Kit Stock
Fuel System Race
Ignition Race
Displacement Race
Supercharger Race
Intercooler Race
Flywheel Stock
Platform And Handling
Brakes Race
Springs Drift
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Rear Arb Race
Chassis Reinforcement Race
Weight Reduction Race
Clutch Race
Transmission Race
Driveline Race
Differential Drift
Tires And Rims
Compound Snow
Tire Width Front 235 mm, Rear 255 mm
Rim Style Specialized Compomotive ML
Rim Size Front 15 in, Rear 15 in
Track Width Front Third, Rear Third
Aero and Appearance
Front Bumper Forza - Race
Rear Bumper Stock
Rear Wing Origin Lab - Street
Side Skirts Stock
Hood Stock


Tires bar psi
Front 3.80 55.1
Rear 3.80 55.1
Gears Ratio
Final Drive 2.20
1st 3.00
2nd 2.11
3rd 1.60
4th 1.25
5th 1.02
6th 0.78
Alignment Camber Toe Caster
Front -5.0° 5.0° 7.0°
Rear -2.0° 1.7°
Front 25.0
Rear 1.0
Springs kgf/mm lbs/in n/mm
Front 111.0 621.6 1088.5
Rear 75.0 420.0 735.5
Ride Height cm in
Front 13.4 5.3
Rear 13.4 5.3
Damping Rebound Bump
Front 18.0 15.0
Rear 18.0 3.3
Aero kgf lb
Front 59.0 130.1
Rear N/A
Brakes %
Balance 16%
Pressure 19%
Differential Accel Decel
Rear 100% 100%
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2023.04.01 11:10 Laptoplelo The Best Laptop Bags: Reliable Protection In Any Conditions

Sometimes it is difficult to find a compact and roomy accessory for your favorite gadget. Particular difficulties are experienced by users whose laptops have a large display diagonal. In fact, there is a wide range of roomy, durable and affordable laptop bags. It remains only to choose the model that suits all parameters.

In this article, we will look at the TOP 5 models of laptop bags that will provide reliable protection for your laptop and allow you to conveniently organize the interior space.

XD Design Bobby XL

The updated model of the XD Design Bobby XL bags has become even more spacious and retains all the advantages of its predecessor. A 17-inch laptop and a 10-inch tablet can be placed in special internal departments at the same time. Several layers of durable materials and a strong frame protect the contents not only from the vagaries of the weather, but also from theft.
The XD Design Bobby XL laptop bags in Pakistan is extremely comfortable to use. Lightning goes around the product over the entire area, so the user can get quick access to the gadget at angles of 30°, 90° and 180°. Ergonomic breathable back and shoulder straps relieve pressure from the back, provide uniform ventilation. This model has high-quality Japanese fittings, reflective strips, an external USB port and a secret pocket for small items.


Bags PIXEL BAG made a real revolution in modern accessories. This company released the first backpacks with a built-in LED display. The screen of the updated PIXEL MAX model is still controlled from the phone through the application, but the display itself is now integrated into the fabric. The lack of pronounced borders does not allow you to notice the presence of the screen even in the off state.
Among the amenities of PIXEL MAX, one can note a pleasant breathable fabric on the back and shoulder straps, resistance to the whims of nature and minor impacts, as well as an incredibly low weight (only 900 g). The functionality of the Laptop Bags is still on top. An excellent capacity of 20 liters allows you to comfortably carry even a large laptop, and additional pockets easily accommodate documents, a tablet and important little things.

Pacsafe Vibe 25

The Pacsafe Vibe 25 is one of the most durable laptop bags in the world. The accessory is equipped with five anti-theft technologies. Ergonomic straps are stitched with steel cables, and the body is stitched with a metal mesh. The backpack is equipped with two strong locks, has a good capacity of 25 liters and a special compartment for a laptop up to 13 inches. Despite the presence of metal in the design, the weight of the accessory does not exceed 1 kg.
Pacsafe Vibe 25 has several internal compartments for various purposes. For example, the backpack is equipped with a special pocket for bank cards with contactless theft protection. The main material in this model is nylon, the role of the lining is performed by polyester. This approach made it possible to achieve a minimum weight of the product with an excellent indicator of strength.
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2023.04.01 10:57 _-_the-man_-_ I love my jeep.

I love my jeep.
Bought this when I returned from an overseas tour and have been building it ever sense.
Inline 6, 6 speed manual, 411 gearing, Dana 30 front and 35 rear ( not the best but upgraded with better axles), e locker rear, has 3.5 inch short arm from metal cloak, solid aluminum control arms all 8, adjustable track bars, duel rate coils, teraflex shocks, solid aluminum heavy duty steering, teraflex SYE kit, custom length drive shafts front and rear and a teraflex belly up skid pan. Running brand new toyo open country all terrain tires, 255/80/17 ( 33 inch tires 10 inch wide).
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2023.04.01 10:45 _-_the-man_-_ Wanting to build my TJ for overlanding. Looking for recommendations.

Wanting to build my TJ for overlanding. Looking for recommendations.
Inline 6, 6 speed manual, 411 gearing, Dana 30 front and 35 rear ( not the best but upgraded with better axles), e locker rear, has 3.5 inch short arm from metal cloak, solid aluminum control arms all 8, adjustable track bars, duel rate coils, teraflex shocks, solid aluminum heavy duty steering, teraflex SYE kit, custom length drive shafts front and rear and a teraflex belly up skid pan. Running brand new toyo open country all terrain tires, 255/80/17 ( 33 inch tires 10 inch wide).
Future plans is to put a low profile front runner rack on ( shop can do it with a guaranteed 300 lbs dynamic weight) use their movable awning mount to have a side mounted 23zero 180 degree awning that can be moved to the rear, and a hitch hammock mount.
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2023.04.01 10:37 _-_the-man_-_ Looking for recommendations with my Tj for a better offroad/camping rig.

Looking for recommendations with my Tj for a better offroad/camping rig.
Inline 6, 6 speed manual, 411 gearing, Dana 30 front and 35 rear ( not the best but upgraded with better axles), e locker rear, has 3.5 inch short arm from metal cloak, solid aluminum control arms all 8, adjustable track bars, duel rate coils, teraflex shocks, solid aluminum heavy duty steering, teraflex SYE kit, custom length drive shafts front and rear and a teraflex belly up skid pan. Running brand new toyo open country all terrain tires, 255/80/17 ( 33 inch tires 10 inch wide).
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2023.04.01 10:36 WiccedSwede How do I find small product developing companies that need coaching/advising?

I'm a senior engineer in product development/project management/innovation. I've got a wide range of experience from problem analysis to mass production, IP, prototyping, testing, bringing in new suppliers, risk management etc.
I would like to make some extra money through the small business I've got on the side by selling coaching/advising sessions to small and medium sized companies that make physical things. Essentially companies with relatively small engineering departments that doesn't have lots of experienced people to mentor and help them. Also startups would likely be a good fit.
My idea would be to offer them sessions of about an hour every week or every other week, just giving them access to my competence and experience for way less money than a usual consulting firm would, as they in my experience usually try to sell a full time consultant to come in and work with them for an extended period of time.
So, last weekend I sat down and started trying to find small-ish companies and startups to reach out to explaining my offer. I sent 18 emails and got zero responses...
Now, I'm a good engineer, but I'm a bad sales person.
Any ideas of what I can do to at least find more suitable companies? I'll do the sessions online so I could technically work with companies anywhere, but this far I've only looked in Sweden to start.
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2023.04.01 10:02 Magical-Girly2897 UN-obsessed Person Shotguns Themself Into Stanford, Brown PLME, Columbia, $1.5 Million in Scholarships, and Multiple Likelies

I wanna preface this by saying that I know that this will get me doxxed, but I genuinely don't care; feel free to connect with me on LinkedIn or follow me on Insta :) As such, this will be my one and only post, and I will not be responding to any hate but feel free to pm and I might respond ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Intended Major(s): applied as anthropology (especially biological) but also expressed an interested in human rights and selected that as an alternate where available
Pre-frosh Freshman Sophomore Junior Senior
Honors IPC (counted as regular in GPA tho) Pre-AP Eng 1 Pre-AP Eng 2 AP Eng Lang AP Eng Lit
Honors Geometry Pre-AP Alg 2 Pre-AP Pre-Cal Communications (req class) Multi Calc
Honors Algebra 1 Pre-AP Bio AP CSA: Language AP Calc BC AP Chem
Honors Spanish 1 (counted as regular in GPA tho) Regular World Geo AP CSA: Math AP Bio AP Chem Lab
Summer Health Pre-AP Chem AP Bio Lab Theatre 1 (required)
Summer PE Pre-AP Spanish 3 AP Env Sci AP Research
Regular Spanish 2 (pre-ap not available) AP CSP AP Physics 1
Pre-AP Comp Sci AP Seminar AP US History
Regular Business Elective Summer Dual Credit Econ
Summer Dual Credit Gov
Summer Dual Credit Sociology
Summer Dual Credit Psych

Standardized Testing
List the highest scores earned and all scores that were reported.
List all extracurricular involvements, including leadership roles, time commitments, major achievements, etc.
  1. CEO & Sole-founder of International 501(c)(3) organization
    1. Formed 30+ chapters, helped conduct tens of thousands of preventative care tests, helped tens of thousands of people across 19 countries, formed partnerships with a couple of UN bodies
  2. Representative & Young Ambassador at the United Nations
    1. Spoke at a bunch of UN events, co-authored a couple of publications sent to the UN at the time of application, hosted a big UN event
  3. Social Media Chair of Youth Branch of a State Wide Political Campaign
    1. Helped manage group of hundreds of members and lead social media team to reach 7 million people and gain 20k followers in a couple of months
  4. Cancer Bio Research @ World's Best Cancer Hospital
    1. Just talked about my research
  5. Suicide and Homeless Youth Hotline Volunteer
    1. Helped people escape abuse, rape, & grooming
  6. School's First In-Class TA & Lab Aid for like all science classes
  7. Family Responsibilities (caretaking)
  8. Religious School Student Body President
  9. Group of the rest of my research projects (medial, public health, social science)
  10. Helping educate a group of refugees and nationals and providing them with education
Updates (what I think got me in)
  1. Presented before and consulted for a major UN Committee on a specific issue before the Committee met with country leaders from which the issue focused on (I was the youngest person in the briefing)
  2. Published a total of 13 first-authored papers between the time of applying and the time of decisions coming out (most were report based); all published before the White House, UN Women, WHO, UN Population Fund, UN Human Rights, Commission on the Status of Women, COP, etc.
    1. these were all individual updates as they got published
  3. Progressed to finalist stage of a UN equivalent to the 30 under 30 (luckily decisions came out today -- I was rejected lol)
  4. Won a $10,000 Competition
  5. Finalist for a $5,000
  6. Coca-Cola Scholar (also updated them about being a regional finalist)
  7. Consulted for the governments of the UK, EU, and NZ (helped shape a couple pf laws-- a bunch of instances of these)
  8. Hosted a big UN Event with a lot of attendees
  9. Invited to some high profile UN events
  10. Won a $1,000 scholarship
  11. Won a $200 scholareship
  12. Addressed Human Rights Council x7
  13. Semifinalist for school-specific $400,000 scholarship (T20)
  14. Finalist for school-specific $400,000 scholarship (T20)
  15. Finalist for school-specific $250,000 scholarship (T20)
  16. Finalist for a major LGBTQ scholarship
  17. Vandy MOSAIC
  18. $430,000 scholarship from global T20
  19. Joined the largest pro-democracy coalition as the social media chair
  20. Joined the youth board of the largest US global health charity and 4th largest in the world
  21. Semi-finalist for $12,000 scholarship
  22. Semi-finalist for $36,000 scholarship
  23. Student Ambassador of one of the largest Human Rights Orgs in the world
  24. Meeting with the head of a large UN agency
  25. Co-author of a publication for my research work (to be accepted at a big journal -- think Nature, Cell)
  26. Helped pass a law in my city
  27. Interviewed and featured in a big magazine
  28. Offered a $30,000 grant to have a segment of a TV show made about the NPO I founded
  29. Working with the White House to organize and event
  30. Meeting with a UN Ambassador and former head of state
  31. Consulted for US government on asylum
  32. Approved to host a UN side event
List all awards and honors submitted on your application.
  1. Big role/position at the WHO and get to lead some of the largest NGOs on the planet and UN agencies in work on adolescent health
  2. Big role/position at the UN refugee agency for my work to support the well-being of refugees in my area
  3. UN award for community work
  4. Patent pending on a device that uses salvation reactions to cook food so you don't have to use open-fire methods of cooking
  5. Coca-Cola semifinalist
Letters of Recommendation
Research Mentor: "To simply put, [REDACTED] is extraordinary. He is a born leader. The best student and scholar I’ve interacted with over the past two decades of my academic training and research career."
APES & Pre-AP Chem Teacher: "His singular ability to lead those around him through compassion and overcoming so many obstacles in his life has truly defined him as the best student that I have had the pleasure of teaching."
AP Bio Teacher: I genuinely don't know. I've known her for a while and I serve as a TA for her class and have spend hours and hours before and after school, but I genuinely don't know-- could be okay or good.
Counselor: I've met her like twice lol probably generic and just a copy and paste of my resume lol
Harvard: He was a really cool former teacher who I think thought I was interesting. Our interview was a couple of hours and it was really great, BUT I didn't talk much about my ECs, really just talked about my goals and perspectives rather than my accomplishments
Princeton: He was a cool guy. We talked for a couple of hours. He seemed really, really impressed by my UN work and seemed to like me.
Yale: Cool guy. Seemed to really like me and talked about how he saw himself in me as a fellow POC. Talked for a couple of hours.
MIT: Cool guy. Really impressive. I think he thought I was great, just not a great applicant to MIT. Asked me a physics question which I got wrong. Talked for a couple of hours.
Georgetown: My interviewer was like hella impressive. Former lawyer. We connected well. He thought I would be great for GTown. Talked for a couple of hours.
Rice: Terrible. I didn't prepare and didn't have great answers. Interviewer was very STEM (I'm not) and didn't seem too interested in my activities. Cut off interview at 30 mins.
Penn: I thought it was really good lmao. I had a lot of fun and we went way over the schedule time and she thought I would be perfect lmao.
WashU (scholarship interview): Timed interview but I felt great. Interviewers were super sweet; laughed at my jokes and made me feel great :)
Brown (video interview): Low key kinda funny; did like a day in the life where I made pancakes for my brother and had a big interview
Berkeley (special program interview): I was not prepared and it was during school hours so I kinda joined 1-2 mins late. I also kinda just read out my application essay as a response for a couple of questions. They didn't seem impressed.
Emory (scholarship interview 1): I got cut off by the virtual timer each time, but I felt quite prepared I think and I think I had great responses
Emory (scholarship interview 2): Really great group interview; gave some great responses. I thought I was resourceful and the interviewers seemed to like me too :)
Emory (scholarship interview 3): Also a group interview; we created something really great and wonderful. Went out of my comfort zone but created something many thought was great. I also met with 2 of my interviewers before and after and both thought I was very articulate and thought I was insightful during the interview.
Common App Essay: (11/10) I honestly loved it lol. It was a conflict of "he" vs. "they" and I thought it was great and really showed who I was. It was also really fun and engaging to read and not too long. Everyone I spoke to LOVED it A LOT so I guess that has to mean something lol
Supps: I really liked a lot of mine and put a lot of time into them. Many of them were really funny or really deep and conveyed the duality of my personality. I will say tho, in the application process, I applied to a bunch of schools I wasn't a fan of, and, as a result, my sups were very rushed. How much I cared about the school and spent on the supp really reflected my admissions decision (except for 1)-- see parentheses below for info on this.
Decisions (indicate ED/EA/REA/SCEA/RD)
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2023.04.01 09:55 GiversBot /u/VW_wanker [REQ] was deleted from /r/borrow on 2023-04-01 (t3_7whrdk up 1876.33 days, LONGTAIL)

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i had a speeding ticket from before that i was not aware of and it generated a suspended license ticket. I got pulled over for wide right turn and i got my car towed for the other ticket i got from two years ago at a speed camera that i did not know about.
so i need to get my car out and pay the original ticket and police fees. i am broke till the 24th for my check. it was unexpected.
any help would be good.
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2023.04.01 09:26 sodomy 35 [M4F] Georgetown/Washington DC/Surrounding areas - Dominant Social Chameleon ISO stimuli

An author's note: Please read this post in it's entirety before you message me, I've added a follow up to answer most of the basic questions I've been asked over the last 3 years since I started posting my AD.
All my previous iterations were mostly about what role I could fulfill; and while this mostly still is true, walking amongst the elites the last week has opened my eyes... I'm looking for a complacent trophy to put on full display. Arriving to this city I already had a deep... Passion for power, governance; and just over all domination -- Washington DC fulfills my lust, and thirst for both political power, and monetary gain. Now I want, not need an adequate toy to share this experience with. Before I was playing conservatively; not anymore,
I've allowed my ego to rampant and on auto-pilot; thus far everything is according to design.
I'm as amoral as they come; I will eviscerate my way to the top of the governmental, and corporate ladder(s). I'm a retired hacker that has realized my full potential is being squandered away, so I'll begin to kick in the doors of 3 letter agencies until recruit me; or I die trying.
I've come to the conclusion that you need to make an impression with these sort of things, so I'm going to just let my words flow freely. So here we go:
Height: 5'7
Weight: 175, could stand to lose a few lbs to get my abs back.
Eyes: Brown eyes.
Hair: Long curly brown hair (think Slash Rose's illegitimate son.)
Race: White.
Ethnicity: Hispanic (Cuban.)
Languages: Spanish, English, Sign-language.
Profession: Network Engineer in NW DC.
Religion: Agnostic.
A little about me:
I like long walks on the beach, sunsets, oh did I mention that I'm a sadist, and that I'm utterly insane?
I've been called a silver tongued devil; Quick witted, charismatic, with just the right amount of sarcasm.
Hobbies: Not being bored, it's a lot harder than it sounds. I enjoy learning/conversing about The Universe/space, science, and technology. I was quite nomadic in my 20s, having visited two different countries, lived in over 17 states, visited over 38.
Music: I'm more of a rhythm of the beat type of person vs. lyrics, but generally I've found myself to enjoy electronica. Definitely like a lot 80s synth pop, but again, this is just the preference, not really against the rest of the genres.
Shows: Billions, Game of Thrones, Breaking Bad, Board Walk Empire, Billions, Rome, Deadwood, Halt and Catch Fire, The Sopranos, South Park, Mad Men, Dexter,
Movies: Beetlejuice, Brain Scan, Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb,
"What are you looking for?"
Well I can encompass a Master, a Dominant, or a Daddy, so it's really what can I provide for you?1
"How is such a thing possible?" Antisocial Personality Disorder (3.4 for those interested.)
"Why was it necessary to mention that?" To give credence as to how I can, and have been all aspects of Dominance.
"Monogamy or polyamory?" Favoritism towards polyamory, but seeing as it's rare to find multiple partners that allow me to explore my more sadistic side without tension, and/or drama, I'd go with monogamy if the individual allowed me to be depraved.
Preference in the following order: Slave, submissive, little (I will explain further below.)
Kinks: Sadism, TPE, CNC, bondage, degradation, humiliation, knife play, rope play, rape/abduction play, choking, impact play, spanking, hair pulling (I think you get the idea by now, there are still far more, here's a more comprehensive list.)
Experience: 15+ years.

So about that whole preference thing, as I am on the ASPD spectrum I'm capable of fulfilling whatever role(s) are required of me to get what I want. So let me explain further, I'm openly telling you far ahead of time that I lack emotions and empathy, with the hopes that me giving you the illusion of whatever it is you require, will be met with reciprocation of the kinks we can agree upon. This is where the waters get muddied for little's, I can definitely treat you like the princess you want to be, without all the douche-baggery you'll deal with as people tugging at your heart strings. Plenty of people around here pretend to be Daddies and will leave you absolutely heartbroken. Tired of games? Tired of bullshit? Well here's someone willing to give you all the care, attention, and affection you desire without any hassles.
"Why would you want to be a Daddy Dom given your lack of emotions, and empathy?"
I am a social chameleon. I've been perfecting my art for the majority of my life, I like the challenge. I like to learn people and, give them what they want with the idea that I get what I want in the end, it's called a social transaction. I know what respect is, and I believe I need to write a little about this. Once we've discussed clear limits, and terms, they shall not be crossed, it's counter productive for me to lose my play thing(s). I can be fiercely territorial of all my possessions, that includes the individual(s) I'm involved with, what is mine will be protected, whether you're a slave, a submissive, or a little.If you want someone to completely treat you like trash, I'm more than willingly to oblige, if you need a savior and a protector, well I can do that too. I'm able to encompass what is required; a means to an end.
"What are you looking for in a submissive?" I'd like it to extend outside of the bedroom, but if it doesn't, whatever, I'm not going to repeat myself, so hopefully you've read this in it's entirety.
"What are you looking for in a slave?" Mostly aesthetics, and objectification. Of course I'd expect loyalty, servitude, and there's a plethora more, but I don't feel I need to be too descriptive on this part.
Now that I've written a fucking novel about myself, let's get to you....
Age: I prefer them younger (18+) , but have dated women as old as 45; generally if I find you attractive, I won't care.
Height: the shorter the better, but I've dated women taller than myself, not a deal breaker.
Weight: I'd like someone on the smaller side, a few extra pounds will be acceptable, but no one overweight please, just not my thing.
I will list things below in order of preference, not necessarily a disqualifier. (This is only opinion, not a rating system.)
Race: White, but as long as I'm attracted I won't care, I don't discriminate.
Ethnicity: N/A read above.
Language(s): The more the merrier, accents are a huge plus, whether a southern drawl, or other.
Religion: I'm completely open to allowing you to practice whatever you'd like, just don't expect me to participate; I can be respectful of your beliefs, as long as you're respectful of mine, I am a man of science, The Universe is my religion (so to speak.)
Eyes: Blue, green, hazel, brown (If you have Heterochromia iridum you move to the front of the line, I like mutations.)
Hair: The longer the better, no preference as to style, as for color: I prefer true blondes, redheads, dirty blondes, and then brown.
Tattoos: Sure, whatever, as long as it's not overwhelming or flat out tacky, in this day in age it's harder to find someone with none, so as the trend follows above.
Piercings: Depends, some people can pull off septum piercings, but I personally dislike them, so if it compliments your facial features, sure why not. But there is definitely a breaking point where it becomes overwhelming and you just look like Hellraiser.
Education: Strong preference towards educated women, this does not necessarily mean academics, open to all.
Profession: No preference, but I do tend to like women in psychology (I have my reasons.)
Personality: If I have to learn "your" pronouns, or apologize for my "white male privilege" you can fuck right off; I don't care about politics.
Children: Strong preference in favor of not having them, unless we never intend to meet, or you don't expect a level of commitment from me to them, then I don't readily care, non-factor. To explain a tad bit, it isn't that I can't, I just would rather not raise children, I have too many plans in life that children would derail, maybe later.
If you're interested in communicating further, I prefer talking on these platforms and in this order: Discord, WhatsApp, Reddit Chat\, Skype, Kik,* open to other forms of contact.
\Reddit Chat isn't the same thing as their mailing system, just an FYI.*
Go ahead and shoot me a message, I'm waiting.

An update:
Well just to filter some things out, since I get this so many times... I will not be putting a big editorial process to this update(I say this now, after already re-reading, and editing a minimum of 5 times; I'm a slave to my own perfectionism,) so if you mostly have questions about me, ASPD, and things of the like, read this before you message me.

While I absolute love to talk about myself because I'm just such a narcissistic-hedonist, I also do get bored of repeating myself, even if it is a new person. As such read everything in it's entirety before you message me, as I'm going to entertain less, and less messages about me, and not what I'm seeking, I'd rather focus on only replying to potential partners, and absolutely nothing else, that being said if anything I have not covered in this update, or post still burns an answer from you, by all means message me.

"Were you formally diagnosed?"
I get asked about this A LOT, I'm not going to go into very many details, suffice it to say, yes, but it's been labeled as a misdiagnosis, all you need to know is I score high, and I do the things you'd expect, the pyromania, the violence that is actually associated at early age, the works, I'm not comfortable giving you more beyond that, and I will not be entertaining questions about my personal life, maybe a partner could ask me those questions, but I'm not letting you in my head, that's my game, not the other way around :).
Please do your own research beyond this point, it's borderline laziness how often I keep getting asked about this.

"Why are you so open about it(ASPD)?"
Isn't it obvious? A lot of you can't fathom why someone with ASPD would just openly come out, and admit to people, well I guess I really should've brushed up on this when I first made my post, or at least go into a far more descriptive detail than I had originally, so here goes:

If I'm ever to lead a sort of a long term relationship based on trust, and honesty, just how in the HELL do you expect me to explain this to you ever so casually? It's best to show your cards in the beginning, this is my own baggage, or some form there of.

There's two reasons I'm choosing to do this online, and vehemently under anonymity; 99% of you will be irrelevant to me, 99% of you will never meet me, it's just that simple, ergo why wouldn't I just preface my entire description as such, and as brutally honest as possible? Secondly I do not want a partner whom I need to continue to wear a mask for, I want to be me, the real me, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

What I find the most is women that fetishize the entire ordeal, that's all fine and dandy, but it does show just a lack of understanding about what APSD is as a whole, and to be perfectly blunt, you're wasting my time, I don't need to feed into your lonely thrill romance you spun in your head from watching true crime dramas. More often than not, this what happens, spare us the role-playing, I'm just not that bored.

One clear distinction I'd like to make, so I can stop getting asked about it, we DO have empathy, it's just not how YOU experience empathy. Think of a light switch, by default most of the population's is on, ours is off by default, and furthermore we have the ability to turn it on, and off. Yes, it is that simple, yes we use it for manipulation, now stop asking me about this, it's boring to repeat this.

Boredom, rage. This is what I'm capable of in the dark, empathy off. I'm constantly seeking stimuli, if you notice by actually looking through my posts, I've moved a ton of times, and always national parks... New atmosphere, new adventures, new dangers, you know, the shit that gets your heart pumping, adrenaline. This is my favorite drug, this is the high I constantly chase to kill the boredom. Rage is just self explanatory, my defaults are animalistic.
I am fully capable of experiencing all emotions, it's just for the most part, because I don't want do, I don't allow myself to.

For the longest time I told myself who cares if I burn bridges in my wake, I'm building a highway in its place. Mostly still true, and I absolutely use it on a daily basis for survival, I must stress, and emphasize survival, here is why; I'm human, like the rest of you, what do you do on a daily basis, if not find means, and ways to survive, and entertain yourself? I know no other way other than to use people to my advantage, I minimize the damage where I can, and move about my daily existence, guilt, and worry free about doing any wrong, an argument could be made that we all use each other in some weight, or capacity, and that's good enough for me.

I'm sure by now you're probably wondering what the hell any of that has to do with anything, it's simple if the point flew over your head, again. I'm tired of manipulating people, using them, abusing them, discarding them, I didn't grow a conscious I'm not "growing" as a person, but much more likely, I'm just bored of the routine, or the process, which has become the symphony of my life.

I by no means ever want to experience this love you all chase like Alice clumsily falling down the rabbit hole. I've seen it so much in my life it's downright pathetic, and I actually feel bad for those of you that have such strong emotions, see empaths. You're slaves to these emotions, you let people use and manipulate you, you've been hurt, and had your heart ripped from your chest, and it feels like you no longer have purpose, lacking direction, and meaning in life. I merely know this from generally observing humans for most of my natural born life. I'm more than happy to remain the way I have always been, and never wish to experience emotions in the way you do, I find it to be an advantage, one I can apply to more important things in life, like the pursuit of knowledge.

I hope the psych nerds will now stop asking me these questions, I've paid my dues.

My preferences, are just that, a list of my preferences, at no point in any of my writing did I say I was prejudice between one thing, or that I show favoritism. I merely made a chart listing some of the attributes that I myself, personally find to be significant to me, but that isn't to say, or detract from other things. It's the equivalent of asking me if I prefer Metallica, or Megadeth; well I'm going to say I prefer one over the other, but I enjoy both, and the genre as a whole, the genre being women in this case. I enjoy women for my own personal entertainment, and amusement -- which makes it all the more hilarious to me when I get called a misogynist.
so please spare me all your comments, and messages telling me that it's so "intimidating", if my post intimidates you, what can I really even begin to say about that? It doesn't sound like we'd be compatible, or much less you'd be able to accept me as a person, in any case this is a personal issue.

"You Need Help!"
I know what the help is, they just remind you repeatedly that your actions have consequences, they do not prescribe a medication for this, just therapy, and I know enough already to check myself, it really is that easy.
"To My Adoring Fans"
You call me an edge-lord, cringe, and a wide range of inane insults, that truly don't phase me, since I get a lot of these messages, I thought I'd give you my rebuttal; just so you know I sleep naked so that anyone that doesn't like me, can kiss my ass - feel free to visit anytime!
P.S.S: I now operate, function, and walk amongst the elite of the nation; I see my kind everywhere, this is what Rome must of felt like in it's heyday; Cicero you clever bastard... I bid you all adieu -- and depart with this:
{"Το σύμπαν είναι αλλαγή. η ζωή μας είναι αυτό που την κάνουν οι σκέψεις μας.";}
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2023.04.01 09:08 BlueFishcake Sexy Space Babes - The Video Game

The gas giant loomed large in the viewport, ballooning as the ship coasted toward it, the colorful blue hues of its swirling bands reflecting the glow of the system’s star.
Darren could make out the bright, scarred surface of an ice moon drifting lazily past, framed against the rivers of flowing hydrogen and helium. Silhouetted against the Jupiter-mass object was their destination – Halfpoint Station.
Having come from Earth, which was still a backwater when compared to many of the Imperium’s more developed worlds, the sheer size and grandeur of the structure took his breath away.
It was hard to gauge its true scale in the vacuum of space where there was no atmospheric haze, and there were no landmarks for reference, the unfiltered light creating harsh shadows. As they drew nearer, however, he was able to pick out some of the massive fuel tankers that swarmed its ports like clouds of gnats.
Those vessels put anything created by Humanity to shame – their purpose being to dip into the upper atmosphere of the gas giant, harvesting its resources to fuel the ships that made their berth here.
Calling it enormous was an understatement. It must have been nine miles tall, the main hull of the station forming a long, relatively thin vertical shaft. Surrounding that shaft were half a dozen rotating rings, each one connected to the central column by spokes, the pinpoints of innumerable windows glinting as they slowly turned.
At its apex was a dome of immense proportions, sitting proudly atop the structure, the crystalline material that made up its transparent hull glittering in the starlight. Inside, he could make out glimpses of regal skyscrapers and patches of parkland – an entire city encapsulated in a habitat that had a breathtaking view of the planet.
Darren pursed his lips as he looked down at the device on his wrist, the tiny display showing the familiar text of an article he must have read at least a dozen times by this point.
Halfpoint Station was situated on the outskirts of the Imperium’s sphere of influence, a region of space known only as the Periphery. This put it soundly outside of Purp jurisdiction, but the place still saw a lot of traffic, as the station was right in the middle of a relatively well-traveled shipping route between the three big powers.
While it had started its life as little more than a place to fuel up and get resupplied, being located outside any of the major spheres of influence had its benefits, and the station had garnered a bit of a reputation for its more permissive policies. Now, it was said to be populated by hired guns, smugglers, gamblers, and anyone else who might appreciate discretion.
The Human frowned as he looked out the window once more and tried to reconcile the gleaming edifice before him with the dark reputation the article in his hands presented.
He didn’t have long to dwell on it before the pilot’s crackly voice came through a hidden intercom in the cabin, informing the passengers that they were commencing docking procedures.
The woman spoke in accented Shil. What that accent was, Darren had no clue, but he knew it wasn’t the same one spoken by his professors – linguistic or mechanical.
He glanced around at his fellow travelers, seeing a few species that he didn’t recognize, along with the more familiar Shil’vati. The aliens were easily identifiable by the purple hue of their skin, their sharp tusks, and their seven-foot height.
Several of them returned his gaze, some curious, some covetous.
Males were rare in the Imperium.
Hell, males were rare, period.
By the standards of most races out in the galaxy, Humanity were the strange ones for having an equal number of men and women. Even six years into the occupation, most were still struggling to adapt to the new paradigm brought on by that reality.
Darren was no exception.
Still, he managed to ignore the stares, turning his attention to the smart display on his wrist, bringing up his itinerary. He was headed to Hab-Ring Five, and the only information that he’d been given beyond that were some coordinates to who-knew-where.
He sighed, wishing – not for the first time – that he might have a fellow first timer to converse with.
Unfortunately, that was a pipe dream.
The lack of other Humans on his ship wasn’t surprising. The Imperium had only recently relaxed enough to begin authorizing travel visas allowing Humans to leave Earth, and his kind were still a rarity on the Galactic stage.
As to why he was out here out in the ass end of space?
He’d been offered a job.
He was an engineer by trade, at least according to his degree, and he specialized in the combination of alien and Human technology. It might seem like an oddly specific skillset, but it was one that was in high demand, as just about every industry on Earth was trying to take advantage of the opportunities provided by the Imperium’s literal space-age technology.
It was complicated work, but he was quite good at it, if he said so himself – and his professors seemed to agree. His gift had catapulted him through university and had apparently landed him a very lucrative offer to take up a position on Halfpoint.
How they’d heard of him, he wasn’t too sure. Nor did he truthfully know exactly what the job entailed. Apparently, he was to be briefed on-location.
Regardless, off-world work was a rare opportunity for any Human, let alone one fresh out of school, and visiting an alien space station was a lot more interesting than backpacking around Europe for a year.
Whatever happened, it was going to be an adventure.
The ship matched velocity with one of the rotating rings, the structure at least half a mile tall in its own right, covered in tiny windows that made it look like a whole city block had been condensed down into the shape of a donut.
Now that he was a little closer, Darren could see that the station was actually far from pristine. Its hull was pocked with haphazard repairs, the newer sections shining brighter than their older counterparts, its armored panels pitted with little craters from space debris and micro-meteorite impacts.
The ship lined up with a docking port, and an umbilical walkway began to extrude from the ring, reaching out towards them. It looked like the jib of a crane, covered over with a flexible material that bore a suspicious resemblance to a grey tarp.
Surely it wasn’t actually a tarp? No, it had to be some kind of alien supertech – too advanced for him to recognize at a glance.
His thoughts did little to reassure him as the umbilical connected to the shuttle’s airlock with a tangible thud.
Shaking his head, he retrieved his travel bag, then made his way down the aisle to join the queue of passengers who were waiting to disembark. More of them crammed in behind him, and he tried to ignore their uncomfortable proximity.
He hadn’t actually spent a lot of time around aliens during his schooling. One of his professors had been a Shil, but she had been professional to a fault and had always kept a healthy distance from her students.
Of course, she had still managed to be rather intimidating despite that, her head seeming to scrape the ceiling every time she stepped into the classroom. However, Darren was rapidly discovering that being surrounded by women who stood head and shoulders above him was a different experience altogether.
It was nothing to get worked up over, though. He just needed to-
The Shil standing behind him pressed close – uncomfortably close – Darren swearing that there was room enough in the aisle for her to keep her distance. Suddenly, he felt a sharp twinge in his rear.
Had she just...pinched him? No, it had to have been a mistake.
He turned to glance over his shoulder, looking up at the towering Purp. “Sorry, Ma’am, I must have bumped into you.”
Her sly smile faded as she furrowed her brow in confusion. Before she had time to formulate a reply, the intercom above the exit beeped.
“Oh, looks like we’re moving again!” Darren chimed as he began to follow the queue. “Sorry!”
He followed the procession of towering women into the passenger ship’s airlock. Both of the pressurized doors were open, and before him stretched the umbilical. The worryingly thin material that protected them from the deadly vacuum of space was wrapped taut around a metal frame, and the walkway beneath his feet was made up of a simple grate.
After a short walk, they emerged into a cavernous dock area, so large that it was more like standing in some kind of indoor stadium than anything that could be compared to a space station. There were stacks of shipping containers and unidentifiable machinery everywhere he looked.
It was a challenge not to stop and examine the equipment, each new sight piquing his interest, each strange device begging to be investigated. As he followed the other passengers to the far end of the room – his head on a swivel – he almost bumped into one of the containers. To his surprise, it was floating a foot off the ground, suspended on an anti-gravity cushion.
It was funny – no matter how many times he saw it, it never stopped being surreal to see something just…float.
As he stooped to look beneath it, an irritated dockworker leaned out from behind it to yell at whoever was in her way. She stopped when she saw him, raising a skeptical eyebrow. She was a Rakiri, if Darren remembered correctly. She resembled a towering werewolf, a pair of cat-like eyes peering out from beneath her black fur, her facial features strangely leonine. She was clad in dirty, yellow coveralls that hung loosely from her broad shoulders, exposing the ragged tank top that she wore beneath it. Tufts of her dark coat poked out around the faded garment, giving her a surprisingly fluffy appearance.
“You lost, boy?” she asked as she shooed him out of her path. “Stay behind the yellow warning markings unless you want to get that cute butt smushed,” she added with a nod toward the deck. She continued to push her heavy container, moving it effortlessly on its gravity cushion.
More dock workers were assembling to stare at him, perhaps having never seen a Human before. Or perhaps it was because he was male? It was hard to tell. Either way, a small crowd of yellow-clad women saw him off, a couple of them hooting at him and waving. Not sure if this was some kind of alien greeting, he shyly waved back, eliciting laughter from them after a moment of surprise.
One started to make her way over to him before a menacing growl from her superior made her freeze in place sheepishly. Darren took that as his cue to move on – he didn’t want to get anyone else in trouble by being in the way.
He arrived at a security gate, and after being asked to show his visa, he was subjected to a very thorough – and in his opinion unnecessary – pat-down. Once he was cleared, he emerged into the station proper. He stepped out of the way of the women behind him, then set his travel bag down on the metal deck, taking in the alien sights and sounds for a moment.
Far from being a sterile, clinical environment, he found himself in a bustling bazaar worthy of any city back on Earth. It scarcely felt like he was standing inside a station at all, what passed for the ceiling so high above his head that he could barely make out the crisscrossing support beams and maintenance catwalks.
It was styled like a cramped street, too small for cars, almost like the city center of some old European town had been reimagined in an industrial style. Civilian quarters that resembled apartment blocks rose up towards the ceiling, connecting to it in some places, likely leading up to higher levels of the station.
In every nook and cranny – anywhere there was room – the denizens of the hab-ring had set up little stalls where they were hawking their wares to the tourists who had just boarded. Colorful awnings fluttered in the artificial breeze from the air recyclers, and insulated cables that had been patched from the station’s systems trailed along walls and floors, powering streetside food stands and colorful neon signs.
Speaking of the denizens, they came in all shapes and sizes. Darren had never seen so many varieties of alien in one place before. He could make out a few Shil and Rakiri, but most were unknown to him, the varied hues of their skin and clothes creating a bustling sea of color.
He checked the device on his wrist again, pulling up the coordinates that his new employer had forwarded to him. This was indeed Hab-Ring Five, and he’d been given what passed for an address in this strange environment. Hefting his bag once more, he made his way into the throng, having to dodge and weave between the towering aliens. Many of them barely seemed to register his presence, probably due to his comparatively small stature, though some seemed to stop and stare in confusion.
Well, I suppose Humans are pretty new on the galactic scene, he thought to himself.
The scents of strange, alien food assailed him as he navigated the cramped streets, a few of the criers singling him out. They had sharp instincts, he’d give them that. It seemed the locals could smell a tourist at thirty paces.
Maybe it was all the staring he was doing?
Eventually, he arrived at his destination, glancing up from his display to see a dingy bar. It was open to the street, built into an overhang at the base of one of the many buildings, little more than a long counter with a few stools. Above it was a blinking neon sign in a script that he couldn’t read. As he made his way inside and struggled up onto one of the tall stools, the small handful of patrons who were sitting off to his left paused their conversation to examine him.
They were Nighkru, their goat-like horns and the bruise-purple hue of their skin giving them away. Their silver eyes were striking, almost seeming to glow in the dim light of the bar, as reflective as those of a cat. Their clothing was all tight leather and straps, their skin strategically exposed in places to show off their stunning bioluminescent tattoos, the swirling patterns trailing down slender limbs and across toned midriffs.
He kept his gaze aimed forward, knowing that their kind didn’t think much of the Imperium to which he now belonged.
…Then again, that was true for pretty much every race that wasn’t a part of the massive interstellar empire. Say what you would about the Purps, but they knew how to make an impression.
The bartender walked over to him, leaning on the counter as she looked him up and down skeptically. It was another Rakiri like the dockworkers, her feline nose twitching as she took in his scent.
“You lost, or do you want something to drink?” she asked.
“No thank you, I’m waiting for someone,” he replied sheepishly as he lowered his eyes to his device again.
He was right on time, but as he looked around, there was no sign of his contact. He was supposed to meet them here, right?
The Rakiri shrugged her furry shoulders, then left him to his own devices, moving over to the small group of Nighkru.
Perhaps one of them was his contact?
He certainly hoped not. While he didn’t have anything against a person enjoying themselves with a good drink after hours, it wasn’t a good way to make a positive first impression on a prospective employee.
Fortunately for him, the surprise on one of the trio’s grey skinned faces when she happened to blearily peer in his direction dashed that possibility. Just a trio of young women out for a drink.
Unfortunately for him, after a few hastily whispered words to her friends, the group made their way over to him.
“Don’t see many males round these parts,” one of them said, her faux leather getup creaking as she planted her hands on the bar to his left. Another leaned on the counter to his right, the third posting up behind him.
“A Human, too,” the woman to his right added with a sly chuckle. “Now, what’s a Human doing all alone out on the Periphery?”
“I didn’t think the Purps were letting their pets off the leash.” the one behind him snickered.
“I don’t know,” the first said with an exaggerated shrug. “Maybe he snuck out in search of a real woman? I think we’ve all heard how Humans can be.”
That set the three of them laughing.
All the while, Darren wasn’t sure where to look, turning his head left and right as he struggled to pick a Nighkru. He settled on the woman to his left, having to lift his head to meet her gaze, those reflective eyes shining like a pair of silver coins.
“I...uh...was actually supposed to be meeting someone here.” he stammered, a little of his anxiety bleeding through.
The Nighkru gave him a warm smile that wasn’t reflected in her eyes, leaning a little closer. He tried to pull away reflexively but found another Nighkru waiting for him, something rather soft pressing against his back.
“Well, I don’t see anyone else in here but me and my friends,” one of them said as she tutted dramatically. “Maybe they stood you up?”
“Poor form, that,” the one behind him whispered into his ear. He lurched in his seat, surprised by her proximity. “Leaving a pretty young thing like you hanging.”
The first one nodded, as if that was a piece of sagely wisdom. “I know – how about my friends and I give you a personal tour of the station to make up for it?” she asked, reaching out to brush a piece of errant fluff from his collar. “We’ll even carry your luggage for you – we’re nice like that.”
She signaled to one of her compatriots with a curt nod, who then plucked his travel bag off the deck.
“Oh, that’s really not-”
He tried to stand, but he was cut off as two of the women placed their hands on his shoulders, pushing him back down into his seat. Their touch was gentle, but firm, letting him know that he wasn't going anywhere.
Darren looked to the Rakiri bartender for help, feeling more than a little overwhelmed by the turn of events, but she was staying out of it. She was feigning disinterest, cleaning a glass with a rag that didn’t look clean enough for the job.
It was clear that he wouldn’t be getting any help from her.
Was this really going to be his first experience on the station – kidnapped by a gang of alien grifters?
Just as he was getting ready to – likely ineffectually – start swinging like his life depended on it, he heard a voice ring out in a language he didn’t recognize.
The Nighkru turned their heads as one, and he followed their gaze, seeing another of their kind step in from the street. Her skin had the same twilight hue, her silvery hair pulled back into a long ponytail that trailed behind her as she strode towards them. She wore a jet-black body suit that left little to the imagination, so tight that it might have been sewn onto her, the garment open at the front to expose a chiseled midriff and the beginnings of her cleavage. Her eyes were mesmerizing, his gaze drawn to the glowing tattoos that served to accentuate them.
Oddly, unlike the trio surrounding him, she had no horns.
The stranger walked with purpose, her heels clicking on the deck, her hair swishing behind her as she came to a stop to stare down the three other women. They were already backing off, the Nighkru who had taken his bag setting it back down gingerly beside his seat. Did they know this person? They seemed so wary of her.
“Maybe we’ll see you around,” one of them whispered, her hand lingering on his shoulder for a moment before she followed her friends out into the street.
Once they were finally out of sight, Darren breathed a sigh of relief and turned to thank the newcomer. Before he could utter so much as a word, she beat him to the punch.
“You shouldn’t wander around Halfpoint alone,” she said, skipping the preamble. Her voice had a melodic tone, one that was almost musical to Darren’s ears. She planted her hands on her hips, scrutinizing him with a skeptical expression. “You’re just asking for trouble.”
“I’m just...waiting for someone,” he replied. “Thank you, by the way. I’m-”
“Do you have a weapon on you?” she asked, cutting him off. “A handgun under that jacket? Defense spray? A pocket knife?”
“What? No,” he replied, his brow furrowing. “Why would I have a gun?”
Even with a few inches of titanium-alloy plating between everyone aboard and a messy death by explosive decompression, using a firearm on the station seemed risky.
She snorted derisively, almost as though she couldn’t believe his reply.
“For your sake, I hope that whoever you’re waiting for is smarter than you are,” she said with a roll of her silver eyes. “This isn’t Earth, boy. There are no Shil Marines around to babysit you. Next time you want to play tourist, go somewhere closer to home.”
With a flick of her long hair, she turned about, vanishing into the crowd once more to leave him sitting at the bar in confusion.
Darren felt another hand on his shoulder and turned to see an Edixi wearing grease-stained overalls standing behind him. The tool belt that hung loosely about her hips let him know that she was a mechanic before she’d even had time to open her mouth.
Her kind were evolved for an aquatic environment, and although they were fully amphibious, they retained many of their ancient features. Their bodies were smooth and streamlined, with lean, lightly-muscled frames that made them look like Olympic swimmers. Her eyes were a striking ocean-green, and her azure skin was patterned with faded tiger stripes, darkening as it neared her extremities.
“You’re the new engineer, right?” she chirped excitedly.
“Darren Fogle, pleased to meet you,” he confirmed as he extended a hand. She took it, shaking it eagerly, and he noted that her fingers were webbed.
He was a little surprised by how smooth her skin was. Given the sharklike appearance of the Edixi – and her vocation – he’d expected it to be rough and scaly. Maybe cold and slimy, too. By contrast, it was warm and soft, her small scales smooth like a snake’s rather than sharp like those of a fish.
“Oh, it is. It very much is. The boss told me to fetch you,” she said before turning back towards the street. “Don’t get lost, you hear? There are some rough types around these parts.”
Yes, she could say that again. He stooped to pick up his bag, then hurried after her, trying not to lose sight of her in the crowd. He also belatedly realized that she hadn’t told him her own name.
Was that an Edixi thing or was she just in a hurry?
The mechanic led him through the streets, which seemed to be arranged in a kind of grid pattern, always flanked by the towering hab-blocks. It was as challenging as ever to navigate when so many of the station’s inhabitants stood a head taller than him. It made him feel like a bug that was trying to avoid being stepped on.
He could only assume he’d get used to it. His guide seemed to have no problem getting around, and she was a few inches shorter than him.
Their destination was some kind of service elevator – a large platform that seemed designed to carry heavy cargo up from the docks, wide enough that a couple of trucks could have parked on it side by side. There were still a few cargo containers stacked off to one side that hadn’t been unloaded yet.
He watched as the woman hit a touch panel beside the double doors, and they began to slide shut, the platform lurching as Darren felt it start to rise. There was no grinding of machinery, no vibrations, only a sensation of getting heavier. It was obviously gravity-manipulation tech. It wasn’t too surprising – the Shil seemed to use it for just about everything, so it wasn’t too strange that the rest of the universe did as well.
Convergent technological development, he could almost imagine his Shil instructor saying as they started to descend. Good tech is good tech.
The hab-ring’s many levels flashed by one by one, until finally, the elevator slid to a smooth stop. Darren followed the happily humming mechanic out into a garage, his eyes lighting up as he took in his new surroundings.
Were those… mecha?
The bay’s walls were lined with bulky harnesses that were obviously designed to hold the machines in place, a few of the berths already occupied by half-disassembled vehicles.
They were!
“Real life mecha,” he mumbled.
As a mechanic, he wasn’t ignorant of the genre. After all, what kind of engineer didn’t hold a soft spot for giant stompy robots? Of course, as an engineer, he also held an inherent disdain for anyone that actually thought said machines were even remotely practical outside of the realm of fiction.
The Square Cube Law was a harsh mistress.
The long and short of it was that if you doubled a machine's height while keeping it the same shape, you ended up with four times the muscle power moving eight times the mass. As a result, instead of having the same relative agility as the original, the double-sized machine actually had only half.
That was why ants could lift so much relative to their weight. If you scaled one up, you’d end up with a much less impressive power to weight ration.
And, the problem only got worse the bigger you went. Giant robots would be slow, cumbersome, and they would inevitably suffer from exploding ankles if they tried to move too fast. They’d also sink in just about any terrain that was even slightly porous.
All in all, mecha were a cool concept with absolutely zero real world applications.
Which was why he was so stunned to see some in real life. Sure, the Shil military liked to use exos, but they were really just power armor by any other name with thrusters attached. Besides, the only reason those things could skip around like they did was because they had anti-grav generators…
His thoughts trailed off as an idea occurred to him. He jogged over to the nearest machine, peering up at the twenty-foot humanoid monstrosity. Its legs had been detached, leaving only a bulky torso covered in half-stripped sensory equipment, lenses and scanners visible where their protective covers had been removed. The cockpit was open, revealing the pilot’s seat, along with the surrounding neural interface cables that hung loose like the entrails of some mechanical beast. Its weapon attachments were empty, but it was nonetheless an awe-inspiring sight.
Sure enough, there were two oversized humps on the back. One was clearly for the thing’s fusion engine – and the other must have held the anti-grav generator.
“Darren?” the mechanic asked, having only just realized that he wasn’t behind her. “Aren’t you coming?”
“Y-yeah,” he said, jogging for a few paces to catch up. “That’s a mecha!”
The blue-hued alien nodded slowly. “Yes?”
“A mecha,” he reiterated.
Which prompted another slow nod. “You’ve never seen a gladiator mech before?”
“Didn’t they tell you what job you’d be doing?” the mechanic asked, cocking her head in a rather adorable manner.
“No?” This time it was his turn to cock his head.
Several emotions seemed to fly across the alien’s face. He saw surprise, confusion, and dismay before she finally settled on irritation.
“Typical,” she grunted. “Just… follow me.”
AN: https://youtu.be/a3Xp1WhRQ9Q
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2023.04.01 08:46 AlfredoThayerMahan On The Bounce

Just a short little fic in light of the recent April Fools announcement.

We got the call sometime 0330 or thereabouts and suited up. Me, a couple FNG’s, and a pair of Kansen Cruisers I hadn’t bothered to remember the names for. They were simply Four and Five to our little quintet. That was all they needed to hear and it was all I needed to know. Rule one of any Op with Kansen was not to get attached. They were expendable and not in the “worthless” sort of way. I mean, they could die and just be brought back. I believe “attritable” was the word used when I’d gone through Kansen coordination training.
Whatever the matter, they were there to do the dangerous things that might get a squishy human killed, even though that squishy human had half-inch of titanium along with ablatives on-top covering them. That might sound impressive but believe me, anything other than basic ballistics or fragments and you’d be ripped open like a tin can filled with tomato juice.
I’d seen that happen a couple times. Definitely not the worst way to go, but I’d rather not have Mom and Dad get “The Telegram”.
We loaded onto the cargo aircraft and flew out over the Atlantic. I used the suit’s feed to catch the first rays of dawn as the sun peaked above the clouds. Other than that, I read the briefing and slept.
SPACECOM had picked up a Siren fleet a hair before 0700 Zulu and decided it was big enough to grease with a pair of Peacekeepers. Eight and a half megatons later and what was left was in pieces, scattered across a few hundred nautical miles.
That’s where we come in. Now you might think, “Why not just use a few more Megatons? Who’s going to complain? A bunch of hippies who’d never seen a nuclear flash?”
Well to be fair that was a question I had when I first joined up. It seemed silly to send folks in on the ground, or rather, water as it were, when it was just as well that some fighter jock got a few notches in their belt.
Well, command likes their trinkets, so they send us in to root around and pick out anything interesting. Mostly it was just bringing back Siren Kansen bodies so we could extract their Wisdom Cubes, but it made little difference to me. A job was a job, and this was no exception.
This one was the same as them all. Get a look at what’s there, find anything useful. Kill anything that didn’t learn to stay dead and try to come back. Whether that was in one piece or several was up to one's own personal preference.
The Load Master called over our built-in comms, “Dropping in five mikes.”
“Copy.” I responded, and checked over the travel locks that kept the suit secure in the center of the bay.
I couldn’t get out, not in here at least. But the suit handled everything. You could piss, shit, eat, drink, and sleep, without so much as taking off a glove. Everything a soldier needed. Those first two might gross folks out. It certainly weighed on my mind when I joined, but these things were meant to be fully CBRN capable and for good reason.
The suits were for the Fulda Gap. A pair of valleys just west of the inner-Ironblood border that led right to the city of Frankfurt. Both a little over a hundred miles long and no more than a couple miles wide at their narrowest. Should the Balloon with the NPs go up, they predicted there would be somewhere on the order of 10-20 nuclear strikes within that vicinity every hour, not to mention the VX, Sarin, and other nasty business that would be waiting for you should you want to pull down your armored trousers and take a dump.
Of course, this was before the Sirens got here but it's how I ended up strapped into this small titanium coffin.
We wouldn’t be dealing with the C or the B, but we were probably going into a good bit of the R and N. Radiation, at least the Alpha and Beta kinds, which are the most common, are pretty easy to block. The problem is when little unstable particles, activated by the neutrons of fission or fusion reaction or the products of the aforementioned fission reaction, get in you. When that happens, there’s nothing to protect your precious DNA. Get it on your junk and you can kiss having kids goodbye. Get it there or anywhere else and in ten to fifteen years you’ll probably regret having lived that long.
As for the “N” we, and I mean the three of us humans, carried a few linear fusion weapons. Popguns by nuke standards but they could print the things out for a dime a dozen. No fission required, though the depleted uranium tamper they sometimes used would fission from the primary fusion reaction. No sir, these used a little trick involving a series of flier plates, some high-energy high-explosive, and about ten grams of lithium deuteride. In our case we were carrying enhanced radiation weapons, or as the news stories would call it, “neutron bombs.”
It traded the DU tamper for one just made of lead, trading explosive yield for neutron radiation. Explosives, as it turned out, were actually quite bad at destroying hardened targets and what was a nuke but a very large explosive? The neutrons on the other hand were nasty little bastards. They go right through most armor and activate the atoms within your body which then start giving off all sorts of radiation. Useful when trying to cook a Siren Kansen.
If you didn’t die bleeding out both ends anywhere between a few minutes to a couple days later, you’d probably die in a similar way to exposure of one’s gonads. About ten years later and in excruciating pain. That was one of the worse ways to go and I reserved a bullet for the possibility of that happening.
It was why you always checked spacing when popping off atomics.
I finished the last of my checks and sounded off, “One ready!”
“Two ready!” Two said.
“Three ready!” Three said.
“Four.” The meeker voice of one of our Kansen said.
“Five.” The other said, a slight bit of authority in their voice.
“Alright, on the bounce!” I ordered.
The cargo door opened and we fell out into the abyss of the dawn sky.
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2023.04.01 08:34 PappyStrangeLife Have you seen The Stranger? Have you met him? You need his blood.

Our greatest fear.
There are no more anthropological demons.
Dark, predatory eyes no longer linger in the deep dark.
Winter doesn’t bring the paralyzing promise of starvation.
A needle, some gauze, and a little liquid removed terms like “blood fever” and "the sickness took him" from the lexicon.
The central nervous system is no longer powered by the night's terror and growls and disease and famine and war; it’s run on existential dread.
We bray, preach, beseech, and all scream, "apathy is the enemy!"
Because we felt ourselves jade, felt the soft lines of our hearts crystallize with cynicism.
And we want to save our children from the same fate we know, deep down, to be utterly inevitable.
You can't stop what's coming.
We, laughably, reasonably, and inescapably, are afraid of what we see in the mirror.
I am.
You might not want to come to terms with it, but you are, too.
Repulsed. Angry. Disappointed. Whatever.
Save me the thesaurus and just get down to the nitty gritty.
We’re afraid.
And we know that apathy spreads so easily, like a germ in an elementary school lunch room.
But let me tell you.
Don’t knock apathy.
Sometimes apathy keeps you from running that extra step and catching the leading bullet right in the temple.
Sometimes apathy is the time out from the moral puzzles that plague us.
Sometimes apathy is as close to Jesus as you get.
This is the story of how apathy saved my life.
At least, that's how you might see it.
I don't.
I’m not sure you would call of it much of a life.
Sure, I had a heartbeat, a pulse, and was one more clockwork orange spewing carbon dioxide out and stealing my share of the oxygen.
But that was about it.
I was trapped in the paradox of wanting to die fervently and being absolutely petrified of taking my life.
The mind; what a flawless design.
I don’t really want to bore you with my sob story.
Dead brother, health problems, no future.
If you are the sum of all your parts, if everything is shitty, aren’t you just shit?
I hadn’t left my apartment in weeks.
I decided to walk to a local bagel and coffee shop.
I didn’t want either, but I had to leave behind the stale air of my little hamster cage.
The prisons we build for ourselves are made of choices and regrets, and I needed a fucking walk in the yard.
That’s when I saw him.
The Stranger.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
I should hope not.
He was sitting at one of the fading cast iron café tables outside, the sort where the aqua green is slowly giving away to rust and the ugly underneath.
Like us, exposed for long enough, that mask just withers.
I stopped abruptly.
He looked uncomfortably out of place.
Everyone should have been gawking at him.
No one seemed to notice him.
Black cowboy boots with red roosters adorning the sides.
Black slacks, white dress shirt, black tie, black gloves.
Black beard and black hair under wide-brimmed black hat.
I almost snickered until our gazes locked.
Black eyes.
Pure obsidian.
Before I could utter a word, he was in front of me.
I never saw him move.
He held me by the throat, raised me up, his arm growing longer, and longer, and longer, until I felt myself growing dizzy from the thin air and the staggering blue of the sky and mist of the clouds and the scorch of the sun and –
And I woke up.
A blackened, dim room with a single dingy light bulb trying desperately to stave off the dark, like the rest of us.
It was cramped and there were five of us, including me.
In the middle of the room was a transparent glass square, an ominous cage illuminated by what little light was shed here in this dark little corner of the universe.
A single vial of impossibly red liquid lay next to a syringe inside.
I felt a stinging, deadened pain in my right arm.
Before any of us could utter any protestations, The Stranger was among us, speaking, words coming from every corner of the room, his dark visage and image disappearing and reappearing next to each of us, whispering echoes.
“Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
You have now.
All of you are worthless and undeserving of life.
So I have taken it…
…from four you.
You have all been injected with a poison.
My blood.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
In one hour, it will kill you.
You will rot from the inside.
You will vomit organs.
You will spew blood from your eyes.
You will shit out bones.
You are undone.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
You should have lived differently.
I weigh value.
I do not find you wanting.
I find you repulsive.
And that is so much the worse.
You live by my blood, you die my blood.
And you can live again by it.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
There is enough of my blood in there to save one of you from the blight in your veins.
Inject less than the whole and suffer the same fate as the rest.
Only one of you will live.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
You have now.
And you need his blood.”
And then he was gone, though the whispers lingered in the shadows, taunting and mocking.
I smelled piss.
It wasn’t mine but it was hard to miss that acrid scent.
I watched as my four fellow prisoners wailed incoherently, begged, screamed, impotently threatened.
Hands smashed against unbreakable glass.
I slunk to the floor, sliding out of the last reach of the light, dropping my head in my hands.
My right arm felt like dead weight, the gangrenous limb that would spell out my doom.
Every shift in my weight brought a wave of nauseating pain.
I’d finally found it. That horrible place where the Y and X axis of bullshit finally meet and cross over.
The place where you’re just too fucking tired to be afraid any longer.
I gave up.
Fuck this nightmare game.
The other four set about desperately trying to get into the box.
Quick introductions were made.
John, the pill popping firefighter.
Erin, the sex worker whose kids had been removed by the state.
Alexa, the borderline with cuts adorning her wrist.
Evan, the teacher with the ever-wandering eye. Maybe worse.
At least, that’s what I read between the lines of their half-truths.
They searched for links, argued, pushed, worked together.
They tried to think it out like this was a shitty Dan Brown novel or some 16th chapter of a gore porn horror series that should have had the decency to end.
I don’t know if they ever noticed me, or if they had simply forgotten about me.
I didn’t want to be a part of the world. This one or that one.
I sat in my little corner and waited for my Armageddon.
There wasn’t anything worth fighting for.
That’s when John made a mistake.
And so did I, I suppose.
He ambled over in the darkness, his vacuous machismo ridiculously parading for all to see, even at the end.
I felt myself lifted by my hoodie to my feet, having hardly been able to make him out in the dark.
“And what’s your deal, fa…”
I hit him with a direct jab in his windpipe with my left.
John had at least 50 pounds on me.
But I died a long time ago, killed off by a world of John’s.
And I never said I was a good man.
Far from it.
I had nothing to live for, but plenty to kill for.
John kept choking, hands intermittently clutching his throat and grasping at nothing, trying to find a breath that wasn’t there.
Do you let the half dead animal twitch to death in the street, or do you snap its neck in mercy?
You snap its neck in anger when it’s a piece of shit.
And it takes one to know one.
I screamed, sounding somewhere between a feral hog and a banshee, as adrenaline willed a dying arm to aid me in twisting his neck and putting him down for good.
At least there would be quiet.
I felt dizzy, woozy from the pain, and toppled over.
Somewhere in the deep dark, screams and shrieks.
“Fuck em,” I thought.
I had spent a life putting poison in my body, dooming myself, and I could feel The Stranger’s moving ever closer to my heart.
As the adrenaline wore off, I was beset with agony, the whole of my right side alight with pain.
Suddenly, silence.
Eric whispered and I saw what they were all staring at.
One of the walls of the square had begun to shatter.
In unison, the three begin frantically smashing the weakened glass wall to no avail.
John’s corpse lay inches from me.
I couldn’t tell if the piss was fresh from the kill, or if he’d been the one to wet himself from the get-go.
A chuckle left my lips.
I felt a bit of joy at either revelation.
And then he was there again.
Black hair, black wide brimmed hat, black eyes.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
Next to each of us, gone, reappearing.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
You have now.
“We…we have to kill each other to get into the box.”
Alexa whispered what we all knew.
“Ya think?” I muttered. “There’s only enough for one of us, anyway.”
Alexa ran her hand along the glass. “Maybe we could find a way to share it. Maybe we could…”
Evan began strangling her from behind.
Erica screamed, clawed, struck.
Nothing cleaved his desperation. She begged me to save her.
I wasn’t in the saving business.
Evan screamed like a boxer who finally TKO'd his better in the title bout. A bit much for a worm who’d snaked a girl half his size from behind.
There was a distinctive sound of glass slowly breaking.
The wall began to shatter even more.
Shards flew out, clunking along the hard, sightless floor.
Evan and Erica tried to smash through the square, sliced their fingers trying to reach through the small, oddly shaped holes where the glass had sprayed outward.
I dropped my head and my eyes back into my arms and knees and just waited.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
I could hear him, feel him, smell him, like sewage and lilacs and rotten milk and fresh cut grass, zipping around the room.
I heard the incoherent wails as Erica and Evan jostled and tumbled, a single ball of visceral flesh in the dim light.
Then there were no more words.
Just the sound of squishing and squelching.
Over and over and over.
I felt drops of wetness sprinkle over me.
Even in the pale of the tiny light, I could see Erica standing, like Carrie soaked in pig’s blood, a single thin shard of glass of held tightly in her left hand, slicing and drawing fresh blood to mix with the stew of the others’.
And he was there.
He was everywhere.
The Stranger gingerly ran a gloved black gloved hand across Erica’s cheek.
I felt him tussle my hair.
We heard his condescending laugh, his echoing whispers.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
“You have now.
And you need his blood.
Oh, you need his blood.”
And he was gone.
The glass square exploded, sending shards flying in every direction, slicing and dicing as they want.
Light exploded in the room, filling every corner.
Erica, dripping blood, slipping in the pools of it, tripping over bodies, picked up the vial and syringe.
She filled used the needle to fill the syringe with the furiously red liquid.
“We…could split it. I only killed him because I had to.”
I slowly lifted my head from my arms, still sitting in my little corner, my feet resting on John’s head and milky white eyes.
“Whatever you need to tell yourself. I didn’t. I don’t want to live. This is probably some fuckin’ bullshit lesson in fighting for your life, appreciating it. Take it. I’m good to go.”
Erica paused, looking at me, torn.
She was a good person. Probably.
I mustered a look of phony compassion and sincerity.
“Do it, please. Save yourself. Let me do one thing before I go.”
Truth is, I didn’t give a rat’s hairy ass about doing any good. I was just tired and wanted to clock out.
She stuck the syringe in her right arm and plunged, shooting the red into her veins.
“The end,” I thought, ready to get some fuckin’ peace.
Erica dropped dead instantly.
And there he was.
No zooming, no echoing whispers. Just a stride and a booming, decrepit voice.
The Stranger removed that wide brimmed black hat and knelt beside me, lifting my chin so my eyes could meet the darkness of his.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
“You have now.
And you need his blood.
…But that ain’t it.”
A grin broke out across his visage, his teeth now mangled and elongated and yellowed.
Ain’t nothing in ya, nothin' wrong with ya.
Just stuck your arm hard with a knife some.
And that vial is poison, ya wretch.
Ya just need my blood to leave this place. To go from one Hell to another.”
I felt panic and bile rise up in me, jockeying for position.
“What the fucking fuckin?” I whined in a strained whisper.
“This ain’t no lesson. No fuckin’ morality tale. This is sadism and entertainment and punishment.
Ya wasted life, all of ya. You’re a horrible mirror and you make me want to puke. The reward for entertaining me a little is the exit it door. The reward for not…well…”
His mouth opened about a foot wide, a cavern of sharpened incisors, and blood and bile and blackness shot out, soaking me, drowning me, suffocating me.
And suddenly, I was sitting at the coffee and bagel shop.
What a horrible nightmare, I thought, until the dull pain in my right arm, barely tangible, snapped me back to the reality of it all.
And I heard a barely audible whisper.
Have you seen The Stranger?
Have you met him?
I looked at my hand.
There was a small red tattoo of a rooster and the word “John.”
I began to cry.
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2023.04.01 08:32 AppropriateCopy1749 My 10 year cancer remission anniversary & my mom has to ruin a day so special to me!

Todays my 10 year cancer remission anniversary! I have been looking forward to this day for YEARS! I’m chopping off 18 inches tomorrow off my hair, treating myself to an amazing day then ending with a dinner all alone tomorrow! (Had to work today so celebrating on my day off).
My uBPDmom decided to corner me tonight to “get some stuff off her chest”, gaslight me, tried to manipulate me, & then ended with a sprinkle of “I tried my hardest not to end up a bad mom but I guess all I am to you is a bad mom” after I poured my heart & soul out to her about how I had been feeling. I laughed & ended the conversation after saying “did you know Today is my 10 year cancer remission anniversary?” She replied: “yes”.
I’ve been chasing a relationship with someone who doesn’t give a rats ass about my feelings & doesn’t even acknowledge her 28 year old daughters 10 YEARS AWAY FROM OVARIAN CANCER & one of the hardest times in her life & feeling like you couldn’t trust your own body? Damn. I fucking love therapy, this sub, the people who validate me on here, & weed because I couldn’t have faced this anniversary (& the fears that come with that big of a #) & have had that conversation with my mom at the same time a year or two ago without having the biggest mental breakdown but here I am cuddling my cat, reading my book, high, & like I have complete & total freedom.
Sorry for the rant but I needed to get out there.
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2023.04.01 08:20 BageIBoy My crush and I just stare at each other

My crush happens to work at a well known retail store in the same area my job is at so sometimes after work I’ll shop there. First time I’ve ever seen her it was just the back of her head but her hair and her baggy jeans stood out to me.
Second time I needed help with something so she came to assist and that’s when it all went downhill. I unintentionally locked eyes with her and time felt like it stopped. I’ve never seen such a pretty face before and she looked so cool. I don’t know how it affected her but when I went back to the store a week later to do a return I caught her staring at me but she didn’t look away, she stood up straight and smiled at me. I don’t know how she recognized me because I usually wear a mask and I don’t remember what my own customers look like. I had to do my return with her and it was very awkward, I wanted to escape! I thought I was safe after that while looking through an aisle but then she walked by and she stared at me while passing through. Her eyes were on me until she was an inch away from the backroom door and she finally left.
A few months later I was shopping with my sister when I noticed someone who looked kinda like her in small huddle with other employees. After it was over she walked past me real close which was strange since the rest of the walkway was empty. As we were walking to self checkout I could tell that she was looking at me. While she was busy talking to another coworker I thought it was my chance to get a good look at her face but she then quickly turned to stare at me with her eyes wide. I realized too late that it was her so I looked away after giving the same expression. While I was scanning I felt her eyes on me, even more so when I had to turn right to bag an item and when I had to dig in my purse for my wallet. After I paid I turned to look back at her and she nervously looked away and went to do something else.
A month later I decided to give myself bangs and I stopped wearing a mask in most places (due to peer pressure, please I live in a small southern town where barely anyone wears one). I had only two goals to do while going inside this store, one to pee and the other to find a milk frother. The restroom is right next to the customer service desk and while I was walking towards it I noticed her staring at me from behind the desk. I stood still and stared back. I don’t even know how she recognized me without my mask on and a different haircut wtf. We were both frozen in place forgetting that she was assisting a customer who looked all confused and looked at me to see what she was staring at. I lifted my heels and that seemed to snap her back to reality and then I went on with my business.
When I left the restroom I could see her across from me through my peripheral vision, like she noticed me and lifted her head or something. When I was done shopping she was watching me walk to an empty self checkout register. After I paid and got my bag I turned around to face her. She was looking down, avoiding my eye contact and she said have a good day but I knew it was directed towards me. Due to me being a chicken I looked to the side, smiled, and mouthed thank you. As I was putting away my basket she was staring at me again! When I made it inside my car I could see her through the store doors and she looked like she was pondering with an upset expression.
A week later I just came out of the store and I thought I saw her in the parking lot but it was dark out so I couldn’t really tell but I think she was staring back at me. My dumbass decided to drive in front of the store after seeing her gather a bunch of carts and to my shitty luck it was her and of course she saw me drive by. I made a fool of myself by doing that! I’m never stepping foot in that store ever again! It sucks being a lesbian in a small town and having a staring game with some pretty stranger who I can’t even tell is gay who can’t even tell if I’m gay because we both appear to be femme. I don’t know what she thinks of me without a mask on but now she probably thinks I’m creepy even though she’s been pretty creepy too. I’m sorry for the five page essay. I hope you enjoyed my pathetic chance at a relationship.
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2023.04.01 08:19 StepwiseUndrape574 Rockstar North Hiring A Game Tester Could Mean We Are Inching Closer To GTA 6

GTA 6 has been on the horizon for some time, and there have been rumors left and right about the upcoming game from Rockstar. Though the company has not announced nor confirmed anything yet, we could be getting closer to a launch of the much-anticipated game. Rockstar North, out of Edinburgh, is in charge of Grand Theft Auto development, and they are hiring a new game tester alongside other interesting positions.
Rockstar's website lists 18 different job positions currently available for applicants, including the rather interesting game tester role. Diving into the position, Rockstar is looking for people with "Knowledge of current generation games consoles and PCs" and who have "Competent gaming ability." Of course, this would all make sense for a gaming company; however, this is the division of Rockstar that produces the GTA series. Thus, we can reach a limited number of conclusions, including the fact that we could be close to at least a GTA 6 announcement.
jobs rockstar north hiring a game tester could mean we are inching closer to gta vi
Looking ahead this year, we will hit the tenth anniversary of the GTA 5 announcement, which could be good timing for the next game's announcement. While it may be a little cliche, it would be a great way to drum up hype around the dedicated GTA community. We could see a whole celebration of what has happened this decade with GTA, from the main campaign to GTA Online, and even smaller things like a thriving role-play ecosystem.
Whatever the case may be, it will be exciting to see if Rockstar North has anything in store for us later this year. Therefore, stay tuned to HotHardware as we keep an eye out for updates on any GTA 6 news hopefully coming soon.
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2023.04.01 07:57 parsley_is_gharsley [FOR HIRE] 2d technical animator and designer needs job to survive war in Ukraine

Dear designjobs
I am posting on behalf of my friend who has 25 years of experience as a game developer, designer and sysadmin. He has recently lost his job as Senior 2D Technical Artist which he worked for 10 years.
He lives in Ukraine and now those men who are unemployed are those first taken to front lines by military. It is simple, if you are employed you are useful to the state in paying taxes so you are not taken. Another of my friend lost his job, a month later the military took him to Bakhmut and now he is dead. So my friend needs a job and quickly. He is looking for remote work as he cannot cross the border to leave Ukraine (men 18-65 of able body are prohibited from emigration)
-Wide experience in 2D animation software Adobe Flash/Animate, Photoshop, some experience with Spine, After Effects, Audition, Unity
-10+ years experience in game industry as 2D Technical Artist in collaboration with Playtika (Slotomania)
-Understanding of animation principles (timing, staging, anticipation, squash/stretch)
-Strong skills in teamwork, cross-team communication, features delivery, sprint management
-Knowledge and practical experience with Agile methodology, SCRUM, Kanban, project management tools - JIRA, MIRO, TeamCity internal wiki/documentation maintaining
-Experience with version control tools - SVN, GIT
-Understanding of UI/UX principles
-Strong in MS Office applications
-Fluent in English, Ukrainian, Russian
Please, if you can help, do not hesitate to reach out, if you reach out via PM i can send you his resume
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2023.04.01 07:57 morpy_morp_morp Anyone else feel like 35 x 9.5 inch top decks are just too large?

Keep wondering why all the bi-level snowskates I see have these mammoth top decks decks.
So what gives? is it added leverage from an extra inch, inch and a half in width intended to give more control?
Is it since foot placement tends to get sloppy on decks covered in frozen water, you need to have a wide landing platform?
What about the length? Been skateboarding for a long time. Checked every deck I can remember having had at any given time, measured all the current ones and none were longer than 32"
Anyone tried a smaller top deck? Pretty sure I'm going for it. Just ordered the EVA. I'm not going down to my standard street size, just a half inch in width reduction and 32" inch in length.
Not doing shove-its or tre-flips, just carving the hills until I put my face in the snow. lather, rinse, repeat.
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