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2023.03.31 17:43 viciousturtles Reordering Rae

I'll start by saying that I absolutely adore Rae and love every song on the album. That being said, I'm not a huge fan of the order of the songs. I know Ashe has said there's a reason she picked this order, but I personally find myself choosing to listen to individual songs rather than the album as a whole. I absolutely loved the ordering of Ashlyn, and I wanted to make my own order of Rae to see how it would work. This is all my opinion, so I'd love to hear what you all think!
I'll be writing in-depth reasons as to why I'm picking this order, so if you don't want to read all of that, here's the track list:
  1. Rae's Theme
  2. Another Man's Jeans
  3. Love You Need
  4. It Can't Be You
  5. Angry Woman
  6. Hope You're Not Happy
  7. omw
  8. Emotional
  9. Loose Ends
  10. San Jose
  11. Shower With My Clothes On
  12. Love Is Letting Go
  13. Fun While It Lasted
  14. Count On Me
Most of the songs on the album fall into one of three topics: light, fun relations (Another Man's Jeans, Emotional, San Jose), deep, profound love (Love You Need, Count On Me), and post-break-up sadness (Hope You're Not Happy, It Can't Be You, Loose Ends, Shower With My Clothes On, Fun While It Lasted). Love Is Letting Go may fit into either of the latter categories. To start the reasoning for this, I had two main issues with the original order: a) Another Man's Jeans -> Hope You're Not Happy and b) ending with Fun While It Lasted (a pessimistic song).
Besides Rae's Theme, the album starts with Another Man's Jeans, which sets up the album as lighthearted and playful. Then there's a jarring switch to Hope You're Not Happy. Normally I think jarring switches on albums can be fun if there's multiple in a row, but the next song on the album is Shower With My Clothes On, which means the album went from starting with a fun song to suddenly switching to two sad songs in a row. On top of that, it's weird to hear two post-break-up songs in a row when there hasn't been a relationship established yet. It's hard to imagine that the subject of Hope You're Not Happy or Shower With My Clothes On is the same subject as Another Man's Jeans because Another Man's Jeans is just about having fun sex while the other two depict a strong bond being lost.
Ending with Fun While It Lasted also feels like it undoes any positive growth that was gained over the course of the album. Especially after "Count on me and I'll be there", "I almost believed in love" makes it feel like it's not worth pursuing anything worthwhile in a relationship. Personally this song as the last song on the album makes me sad, and Count on Me is a much more uplifting choice.
Here's a more in-depth analysis of my decisions:
1) Rae's Theme - I have no notes, obviously there is not other way to start the album. This is a fun, ominous little tune that really sets the mood for the album. It starts as something you may hear in the hallway leading to a jazz club, then swells into a bombastic opening that really hypes you up for what's to come.
2) Another Man's Jeans - There's no other choice as the second song either as Rae's Theme leads directly into it. As I said earlier, I like that the album starts off with such an upbeat, fun tune. There's a good dichotomy between the lightheartedness of this song with the deeper themes that other songs explore later.
3) Love You Need - As with the original decision to have Hope You're Not Happy in this slot, there is a big change in mood between Another Man's Jeans and this song. But rather than Hope You're Not Happy exploring a breakup, Love You Need explores a deeper feeling of love. The fun portrayed in Another Man's Jeans and the longing portrayed in Love You Need are like two sides of the same coin of a relationship. Having these two songs together emphasizes a range of emotions that a person can feel with another person. Musically, I also think that the breakdown at the end of Another Man's Jeans transitions well from its upbeat tune to the slower piano ballad of Love You Need.
4) It Can't Be You - I think the original track listing was very smart in putting this song right after Love You Need. There's an interesting flow of these songs: Love You Need is a slower song with powerful, loving lyrics, while It Can't Be You is an upbeat song with sad lyrics. On top of that the line "Baby 'til forever falls apart" mirrors well with "Said forever on a whim, now I know it isn't true." As I stated earlier, it's strange to have Hope You're Not Happy be a post-break-up song when there wasn't a relationship established before. Love You Need and It Can't Be You together do a good job in establishing both the relationship and its ending.
5) Angry Woman - This song is not so much about relationships/love, but rather woman empowerment and how women are mistreated in society. I think it fits well here because its more rocking bassline and high energy contrast against the acoustic sounds of It Can't Be You. Additionally, if we look at the aforementioned breakup in terms of the stages of grief, anger follows denial, which is somewhat explored in It Can't Be You (though there could be a case made for It Can't Be You actually more falling in line with bargaining).
6) Hope You're Not Happy - This is a good follow-up to Angry Woman because it's also portraying anger, but directed towards the person in the relationship. I also think the cutaway of all the music at the end of Angry Woman to just have Ashe's voice blends so well into the piano/vocals of Hope You're Not Happy.
7) omw - We're just going to skip over the rest of the stages of grief and get right to acceptance. This is a fun song about heading off somewhere but being ok with not knowing where. It's a great song to end Side A with (if you somehow had the vinyl of this theoretical order). Additionally starting the song with "I take back what I said...even though I meant it" is a great follow-up to the entire concept of Hope You're Not Happy.
8) Emotional - What can I say about this song? It's just so fun. If you had the vinyl, this would be a great start to side B. I'd imagine you would just put down the needle and start dancing. This song has a similar topic to Another Man's Jeans, and considering Side A went through a whole fun sex->relationship->breakup->healing story, it's cyclical in returning to the fun sex portion.
9) Loose Ends - Speaking of jarring transitions, I love how this song works after Emotional. Considering Emotional fades out a little and Loose Ends has a muffled intro, there's a nice little buffer between the songs. This song seems to be about being lost in the wake of a faded relationship. It's as if she came down from the high of omw/Emotional, and this is where she found herself, unsure of what to do next.
10) San Jose - We couldn't have another sad song after Loose Ends, and I feel that musically San Jose follows it well. The topic falls more in line with the fun sex subject of Another Man's Jeans and Emotional, but it's more of a seductive, jazzy tune compared to the other two's sheer joy.
11) Shower With My Clothes On - I found it hard to place this song. It's in line with the longing of Loose Ends, so it's nice to have a more fun tune cushioned between them. If you look at Loose Ends, San Jose, and Shower With My Clothes On together, they serve to show that healing in a breakup is not necessarily linear, there can be islands of fun and joy in a sea of uncertainty.
12) Love You Need - This song serves both to show a profound sense of love as seen in Love You Need, but armed with the knowledge that relationships don't always last forever. Sometimes you need to let the person you love go, even if it's painful. The lightly optimistic blend of acoustic guitar and horn work well after the acoustic guitar of Shower With My Clothes On. (At the end we could add the last 14 seconds of Count On Me to lead into Fun while It Lasted).
13) Fun While It Lasted - This song is a somewhat happy-sounding tune with generally pessimistic lyrics regarding love. It follows the wistful nature of both Loose Ends and Shower With My Clothes On, but is more happily regarding the relationship (but disdaining love in general). It's the effect of the painful follow through of "sometimes love is letting go."
14) Count On Me - This song circles back and moves away from the pessimism of Fun While It Lasted, to serve as a reminder that it can be worth loving again, even if you know what there is to lose. It is the perfect reflection of Love You Need (albeit far more upbeat) as it positively depicts giving yourself fully to someone. On top of that, it feels like a letter to her fans that we can count on her when things are hard (as personally I find her words incredibly healing), so ending the album with the words "Count on me" is powerful. I don't know how to describe it, but this song just feels like an album finale. Maybe its how it starts with "This could be our last night together" or how it starts of slow and then swells drastically (just like Rae's Theme! I only realized this perfect mirroring of the start of the album while writing this). This song just works well as the finale in my opinion.
There you have it, an overly drawn-out explanation of how I think the track list could be improved. What do you all think? Do you like the original? I'd love to hear your thoughts! I've been thinking about this since the album came out, but it was only today that I re-listened to the album after the first time in a while and decided to write this out. Here's a Spotify playlist including the reordered version if you'd like to try it!
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2023.03.31 17:43 Emotional-Basketcase It was only a kiss…

To the hurricane who blew in with no warning…
It was only a kiss…Well it was and it wasn’t. And now I’m wracked with guilt for the one I betrayed and by grief for whatever this is/that was and confusion because I want to know if you feel the same way. And I have no right.
It’s not right but it happened. We are falling apart, have been for a while and both of us know it and are lying to ourselves. And you…you came with no warning.
And you’re right to keep distance now, I need to sort out my life. But damn it, I don’t want you to. I want to talk to you. I want to get to know you. I want to see what we stumbled on and if it leads somewhere.
I shouldn’t feel this way. So strongly for someone I barely know - but you were so magnetic and vulnerable. I didn’t even feel you rope me in, you just tripped me and I fell. Am I really this suggestible? Was it all a charming routine? I don’t think so.
Do we meet people for a reason? Is it to shake me out if this state I’m in? To tell me to go be truly happy? Is it because maybe it could be you?
This is crazy…and yet I can’t stop thinking about what if. I just want to know if I was in a different space are we on the same page?
You’ve even got me writing poems again, because I can’t get the feelings out any other way. I’m not sure if you’ll ever see it but here goes…
In an Instant our eyes caught, the spark lit, the dopamine spiked high Your touch and gaze send my pulse racing heart tripping over my brain to race down my sleeve almost put it in my hands and gave it to you there, but our fingers were intertwined and then our bodies followed. Stealing kisses promised to other lips and strolling through city streets singing country songs wishing time would freeze and pass us over and I thought where have you been hiding and will you stay seen...
but weekends end took you away, and I came crashing down, hard, tears falling fast when you said you’d keep a little distance and now I'm missing someone I barely even know. Where did this come from? What did you find and release?
I don't want it to be just a weekend. I want more. and it's crazy! I know it, I'm lost in my head want to crawl around in yours and see if I'm there ...please let me stay …give me time …don't forget me just yet maybe we started something that's worth exploring.
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2023.03.31 17:42 TheApotheGreen channeling...

I channeled some lyrics for the past four days now. They're from Erykah Badu's song, "Bag Lady". I would like to elaborate on them first.
I see you, collective, I see you. You're doing the d*mn thing -- been doing the work, you're getting your mind, body, and spirit right. You are trying your HARDEST out here, and I'm so proud of all of you. You're trying to do what is right by others, and you, and that is not always an easy task. I get it.
I would like to say, though, that you can say "no". Others have been asking you to pick up the burdens they can't handle. Whether it's loaning them money and they're burning through it, breaking bread and putting food on their table when you can barely afford it, taking on extra tasks for these people because they're acting like the world will end if it's not done but they simply don't have the time to do it, calling and texting you off the hook when you're busy with your own life but they don't seem to have the capacity to grasp that because you've always been there to help them out of the binds they get themselves into. I f*cking see you wearing yourselves thin. I also see- very clearly- those people who know that you have a lot on your plate, and how little they care about that, because they are dramatic and having meltdowns while going through their Karma, and trying to place that ish onto you. I see this ish.
That's exactly what it is: ish.
Let these people carry their own bags. Put the bags of others down, because you need a break. I'm hearing, "do you ever sleep?" People are literally wondering how you have the same 24 hours, because of how much you accomplish. Put the bags down. It isn't selfish, as many of us have been brought up and conditioned to believe, to focus on yourself. That's how we heal, and I know for a fact you are needing some TLC. Time to start mothering yourself and to stop parenting these other people.
So, as for the lyrics I channeled...
"Bag lady, you gon' hurt your back
Dragging all them bags like that
I guess nobody ever told you
All you must hold on to
Is you, is you, is you
One day all them bags gon' get in your way
One day all them bags gon' get in your way
I said one day all them bags gon' get in your way
One day all them bags gon' get in your way
So pack light
Pack light
Pack light
Pack light
Ooh, ooh
Bag lady, you gon' miss your bus
You can't hurry up 'cause you got too much stuff
When they see you're comin', (explicit) take off runnin'
From you, it's true, oh, yes they do
One day he gon' say, "You're crowding my space"...
Stop missing your blessings so that others can benefit from what was supposed to be yours. So that others can breathe, while you're drowning. Don't miss that bus, while carrying what isn't even yours.
Blessed be...~
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2023.03.31 17:42 StepwiseUndrape574 GTA 6 Fan Made 4K Concept Trailer Rendered In Unreal Engine 5 Is Drop Dead Gorgeous

Rockstar Games can't release Grand Theft Auto VI fast enough, though as we eagerly (and impatiently) await for the next installment in the long-running GTA franchise, fan made trailers have us drooling at what the actual product could look like. The latest one comes from TeaserPlay, which used Unreal Engine 5 to render several different locations in stunning detail.
The actual game isn't likely to use UE5. Rumor has it that Rockstar Games is leaning on its own proprietary RAGE9 graphics engine, and that's both plausible and, in our opinion, very likely to be true. TeaserPlay acknowledges this in the description to its concept trailer, suggesting it wanted to render several possible locations in UE5 so we'd have something to compare with down the line.
Check it out below...
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In the order they appear, the trailer showcases Vice City, San Fierro, Las Venturas, and Liberty City. The shots inside what appears to be a high-rise apartment complex in Las Venturas look especially crisp as the camera pans over a carpet and into a kitchen island with some veggies and pasta in the background, though it's far from the only scene that stands out.
"I/we use the most powerful features of Unreal Engine, such as ray tracing, lumen, nanite [virtualized geometry], screen ppace reflections, and MetaHuman so that the graphics are as close as possible to a next-gen sandbox game," TeaserPlay states.
There are a ton of leaks and rumors surrounding GTA 6. One of the more recent ones suggest there will be at least two playable protagonists, one of which is a Latina woman. The franchise hasn't featured a playable female character in a long time.
Rockstar Games has been rather short on details for the next installment, though it has at least confirmed that GTA 6 is in development.
"With the unprecedented longevity of GTA V, we know many of you have been asking us about a new entry in the Grand Theft Auto series," the devloper shared in a blog post last February. "With every new project we embark on, our goal is always to significantly move beyond what we have previously delivered—and we are pleased to confirm that active development for the next entry in the Grand Theft Auto series is well underway."
No release date has been mentioned, though Rockstar Games will share its next earnings report in early August. It's possible we will get an update at that time.
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2023.03.31 17:42 StepwiseUndrape574 GTA 6 Still AWOL, But Rockstar Announces Big Updates For GTA Online And Red Dead Online

Grand Theft Auto 6 (GTA 6) is an elusive beast that has eluded [official] detection for years. The current “big dog” Grand Theft Auto V was first released way back in September 2013, and has been available across two console generations (Xbox 360/PS3 and Xbox One/PS4). It will even be available natively on next-generation Xbox Series X and PlayStation 5 consoles, which is quite unprecedented in the gaming realm. So, while Rockstar seems reticent to just letting us wait in agony for any news on GTA 6, it is at least giving us some new updates on its two current hot properties: GTA Online and Red Dead Online.
In the case of the incredibly popular (and highly lucrative) GTA Online, Rockstar says that a big “summer update” is coming for gamers with a “fun mix of diverse” content to partake in. Even more interesting is the fact that the developers indicate that its “biggest update ever” is coming before the end of 2020. That update will include new Heists that will take place in a completely new location, which has definitely piqued our interests.
red dead online As for Red Dead Online, its next big update is actually arriving next week; on July 28th to be exact. Red Dead Online hasn’t exactly been teaming with new content, as the last big update for the online component of Red Dead Redemption 2 dropped way back in December 2019. However, Rockstar is promising a new Frontier Pursuit mode with a focus on “naturalism” and a new battle pass-type component, which is conveniently named Outlaw Pass. Finally, Rockstar says that it has addressed tons of bugs with the game and has taken community feedback to heart with this release, which is definitely appreciated.
In addition to the game updates on the way, Rockstar also took the time to address the well-being of its online communities. “We are also committed to ensuring that our games are fun for everyone and as safe as possible from modders, cheaters, hackers, and those who seek to harass other players,” said the company in its blog post.
“So far this year, we have taken action on hundreds of thousands of players caught violating community rules across both games. Please help us keep our communities safe and fun by reporting any sort of cheating either directly in-game or via our dedicated web reporting tools for both Red Dead Online and GTA Online.”
It's good to see that Rockstar is cracking down on those looking to spoil the fun for everyone, and its methods for “taking out” such offenders is among the best in the industry.
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2023.03.31 17:42 GWPtheTrilogy1 So I have this move I do on EVERY first date I go on...

So a bit of background for context, I worked as a professional matchmaker and life coach for a company called "It's Just Lunch" for about 6 years, I set up dates and handled feedback and maintenance calls with clients both women and men over the course of that time and I learned a great deal about how women think when it comes to dating during that time.

So I decided to do something everytime I go on a first date, I call it a heat check. So I am always picking up the bill for first dates and I like to order a drink, engage in conversation and once she's done with drink one, usually this is 30 minutes to am hour into the date at this point, I stop her. ✋🏾 I tell her that I'm having a great time (if I am) I'm enjoying the date and the conversation but what I've come to know for a fact over my years of dating and matchmaking is that women don't always feel comfortable being honest, direct and straightforward about how they feel on dates. Sometimes they feel like they want to leave by they are afraid they don't know how the guys going to react etc. So I tell them at this point I'm giving them an out, if for ANY reason they want to leave, they don't find me attractive in person, they think the conversation is boring, they just don't feel the chemistry etc they have a free pass to go, no hard feelings. I paid for the check already or the bartender has my card so they can go. I then tell them I'm going to the bathroom, I'm going there for 3 minutes so they don't have to do this to my face if they feel uncomfortable. If they want to leave, call and Uber get out of there they are welcome to do so. I don't like to get phone numbers of women on dating apps, I prefer to meet and if there is a connection, and she wants to give it me, then we can exchange numbers so that I don't have it if she doesn't want to see me again. I try to get minimal personal information, I don't know where you live or work or your last name so I will not be able to find you should you leave. This benefits us both, if you want to leave but feel uncomfortable and don't want to hurt my feelings then you are free to go. For me, I don't want to waste time, money or energy on a woman who doesn't want to be on the date with me, everybody wins.

In keeping track of this strategy I've done this on 43 first dates so far. In 43/43 dates no woman has ever taken advantage of this and left. They all usually laugh and say no I would never do that. When I come back from the bathroom they have all been there and the dates have continued on anywhere from an hour to 4 hours longer after that, this obviously varies from woman to woman. And yet, I ended up dating exactly zero of these women long term. In fact most of them ended up sending me the dreaded "I don't think we have enough chemistry" text after the date which was puzzling for the ones who stayed for another 2 to 3 hours plus.

I have a lot more context to add to this. And I feel like people will have questions so Instead of continuing to explain in greater detail I'll await questions. But i will say one thing, I protect my peace. I've found that reddit like many places has a lot of assholes, if your goal in responding to this post is to attack me and try to make me feel bad, I will simply block you, I don't engage with people who make arguments in bad faith. Feel free to disagree with me and make counterarguments I'm good with that, but if your goal is to call me not confident and attack my integrity just go ahead and block me first because I won't be chatting with you.


Thanks and let me know what you think of this!
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2023.03.31 17:41 DoyouevenLO 3.0 Touareg Front seal replacement - approx 2 hour job

Just a quick post because I found almost none when I was searching for answers. True to the internet all I found was one Indian fella’s YouTube.
2013 Touareg Sport TDI 155k Lite oil leak I could not find in a few months of casual looking
Two days ago the serpentine belt failed. I stopped, then found out how hard it is to steer those huge shoes with no power steering. Seriously, my excursion is easier. The belt replacement is quick and easy BTW. There is plenty of room after you pop the inter cooler ducting off.
When we got home there was a massive oil leak instead of the single occasional drop. It was literally pouring out of the front balance pulley. So, main seal is toast. It’s a $30 part from VW. $45 if you want it right now and have to source it from Audi. When I got down to the seal, there was 6-9 inches of belt remnants wedged into the seal allowing a ton of oil to flow out. I’ve never seen that. I pulled a little birds nest of rubber strands out.
Tools required: T55 - belt tensioner T50 - main pulley bolts T30 - other fitting hardware for the cooling system Flat screwdriver for hose clamps. Or 8mm. Also for prying the old seal out like a heathen.
Teardown: about 30-45 minutes Remove intercooler hoses and top radiator hose Remove belt I left the fan shroud in place Remove belt Remove main pulley Carefully pry old seal out
I spent about 15 minutes trying to clean up some of the oil that was flung everywhere and verifying with a mirror and my cell phone that the seal surfaces were smooth and clean enough to re-install.
Putting everything back together was just the reverse of tearing it apart. It with help from a 5 and 7 year old. So longer.
Hope this helps someone make an easier decision about doing this themself. It was one of the easier automotive jobs I have done. After a test drive or two there are now no drops of oil, so apparently successful.
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2023.03.31 17:41 alvapetacamma I know people try to make sense of gibberish, but has he ever mentioned Reddit before?

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2023.03.31 17:41 Environmental-Wish53 Dino Dommies (or Mommies): Chapter 8

Not as long of a delay between chapters, but vehicle stuff added unnecessary stress and took priority this past week. With that dealt with (for now) I present to you time travel fuckery and shenanigans with a poor explanation because fuck that I didn't have time to dive deep into the theories.
Take it for what it is, but if you have some cool knowledge to add in the comments, do it. I like reading about that stuff when I have time to wrap my mind around such quantum bullshittery.
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“And that, my friends, is where our story begins.” A cheery baritone voice straight out of old timey radio suddenly doused the room with American nostalgia.
Materializing on the table between us all was a young man, maybe in his late 20s, dressed in charcoal colored 20th century garb and looking sharp. His smile matched the look, as well as the short and well-groomed hair adorning the top of his head. Tucked between his right arm and side was a similarly colored sport coat with a folded paper on top.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Williams,” Mother AI greeted the dapper looking man.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” he answered kindly before turning and “walking” towards me.
“Pleased to meet you as well, Mr. Cranson. Your discovery led to a great many things, including my ‘birth’, if you will. I guess you’re something of a father to all of us really.” The image held out its hand.
Confused, I extended my hand as well and watched as he shook the tip of my pointer finger. Satisfied with our introductions out of the way, his image disappeared and his radio age voice once again filled the room.
“Phew. Been a long time since I took a human form. Really takes me back, you know?”
A polite “ahem” from Oil Baron AI reminded our narrator that this wasn’t a social call.
“Right. Well then, as you all saw recently, the disappearance of our esteemed guest caused quite a stir in the scientific community. The research and findings he released upon his foray into the time stream caused mass pandemonium.”
The screen in front of us started to display multiple different articles and research papers, as well as forums composed of once highly recognized and esteemed peers of mine.
There were a lot of angry contorted faces and points and stares levied at virtually everyone in each of those scenes. Even the brief parts of the peer-reviewed papers held an undertone of contempt and vitriol.
“Needless to say, not all was chaos. A few brave men and women were willing to throw everything away and consider the possibility that you, Mr. Cranson, achieved the impossible.”
Another sped up recording of a handful of scientists recreating my chair using modern materials played Mr. Williams talked over the video.
“Right here is where your discovery and research gained some credibility.” We watched as the recording was slowed to normal speed while one of the scientists strapped himself in, manipulated some buttons and knobs, and disappeared before our very eyes.
You could see the look of awe on the faces of the other team members as they witnessed my research proven possible at minimum. Feasible at best. There was a flurry of motion when their momentary lapse of attention ended, and they started to document and record any readings from the experiment.
“We don’t know how far forward you were intending to go in your experiment, but this one was painstakingly restricted to a simple 10-minute journey. The time each of these scientists spent ensuring that outcome led to many sleepless nights. Why, even mental health professionals were called in to keep their sanity intact!”
I couldn’t tell if he was exaggerating or not, but as I counted down the time from when the “official” second time travel experiment started I couldn’t help but feel the same excitement he was exuding. Not ten minutes after the scientist “disappeared” he reappeared in the same exact spot looking like nothing happened.
If the flurry of activity from before was disorderly, then this was outright diabolical. There were hugs and cheers and papers flying everywhere. You could see almost feel the elation at proving my research right.
“After this, they performed the same experiment a dozen more times. Starting at five-minute increments with a thirty-minute trip for the final attempt. Each one was a success, and the amount of data gathered each time proved monumental to the furtherance of your Time Travel Theory!”
“But…” the Oil Baron AI interrupted.
There was a lengthy pause before Mr. Williams spoke. “But, with every success there was a cost. The price to pay for running roughshod over a fundamental reality.”
The film skipped to that same scientist who bore the “cost” of each experiment aging rapidly. It was horrifying to watch his hair turn white and his skin grow loose as if you time lapsed a human’s lifetime into an hour segment.
“Give…and take.” Our narrator said solemnly. “It takes a certain type of energy to break or bend the laws of reality, and the energy taken must be returned to maintain the balance. In this case, he took from time, so time is taken from you.”
A horrifying realization settled in: I should be dust right now. If this man traveled a collective total of an hour-and-a-half minimum, and aged this fast, then why am I still alive? Why didn’t I go “poof” the instant I returned to the timeline?
“You are an exception, Mr. Cranson,” He spoke as if reading my mind, “Your journey here was caused by a catastrophic failure in your power source. The amount of energy that violently ejected itself from that failure forcibly ‘shoved’ you into an alternate parallel timeline and, this is conjecture, your original reality ‘took’ from your new reality to replace what was used.”
“…what? I just…shifted realities due to a power failure? Simple as that?” I asked incredulously. “Then…then how do you know of me if this reality isn’t my own?”
“Now that, my boy, is the right question! You see, you are the origin point of all this kerfuffle in the time continuum. No matter what timeline a person finds themselves in, they all lead back to you being the one who started it all. You are, for all intents and purposes, time travel’s ‘Big Bang’!”
“That still doesn’t make sense,” I said. “An alternate reality is itself completely different from any other. There may be some similarities, they may even exist in the same ‘space’ as my own, but it’s entirely different.”
“He’s a smart one, isn’t he?” Williams asked no one in particular. “I suppose you could think of it like this; the point at which you physically traveled through time presented a potential to set in motion a cascade of other potential, probable, possible, feasible, theorized, or realized events occurring simultaneously across the multiple realities that shared your ‘space’ at rates of time each unique and independent of each other.”
“Each one of the AIs in this room are products of individual realities caused by your actions that were brought in from their respective realities to your original one in hopes to alleviate the consequences of your discovery and maybe undo some of the damage in their own before returning home.”
His explanation left me with more questions than answers. Or there were answers, but they weren’t in this timeline or reality? I was about to ask him one of my questions before he cut me off.
“I know what you’re about to ask, and that is something that they can tell you themselves. I am a creation of this timeline so I can’t speak to theirs. What I can speak of, however, are the events each one of your hosts has conveniently recorded and maintained with them through parallel selves to never forget their pasts, and to act as warnings for their futures. Or, what futures are left, if any.”
The screen came to life once again and images and recordings of significant events from multiple realities coalesced into one giant slideshow. I saw planet rending collisions, wars, massive population growths, illnesses old and new being created and destroyed, unimaginable wealth and prosperity, and equally unimaginable destitution.
There were images of great figures and “modern” day heroes leading the charge against existential threats. I watched the formation of an organization created with the intent to police any and all time travel. “Wardens” they called themselves, though their actual name was anything but that.
I raised my hand after I saw the creation of the “Wardens”, and the screen froze.
“Well, ask away. I’m sure one of us here has the answer.” Mr. Williams chuckled.
I cleared my throat. “If traveling through time became easier as, ironically, time went on, why didn’t anyone travel backwards to prevent me from ever researching or performing my experiment?”
“That’s an easy one, dearie.” Mother AI chipped in. “You are the origin, remember? From you, all things you’ve seen came to be. Can you travel back to before you were born? Before your existence ever came to be in the universe? Someone older could technically do so, but will they be in the right place to stop you? Remember how the scientist aged right before our eyes? The opposite can happen too, but the cost when returning to your original timeline is exponentially more. Especially for biological organisms.”
“Unless you wish to relive your life knowing what’s likely to happen and change your station in the ‘new’ life should you manage to avoid the cost, in which case the Wardens would track you down and deal with you accordingly. Not to mention that doing so would create an infinitesimal number of new realities branching from a new origin point, causing more chaos and mayhem and unpredictability.”
“This is…very confusing,” I muttered while trying to wrap my head around everything they said pertaining to time travel and…and…everything.
“It is. Not even we could understand, contemplate, or comprehend it all. We helped where we could when we could.” She said.
“Then, if this is an alternate reality, couldn’t there technically be a reality where humans aren’t extinct?” The answer should be a resounding yes if my understanding is correct. I hope.
“Oh, there could be, but because of the inherent risks in travelling through time, you’re stuck here for the foreseeable future.” Williams told me. “But don’t let that get you down, there’s a chance you can return humanity to its former glory! Well, in this reality at least.”
“Now wouldn’t that be a headline? ‘The man that ruined mankind given the chance to unfuck his world. Tune in tonight for primetime entertainment!,”
“That’s pretty good, boyo,” Mr. Williams laughed. “Ever consider a radio gig?”
“I’d rather dig a hole, crawl in, and die right now.”
Having enough information to sit and stew on regarding time travel and all its complexities, I told the narrator to continue with the show.
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Six hours and many, many, posed questions later, my appointment came to an end and I was allowed to go. The other AIs took their leave until only Evelyn was left.
“You know, I’ve been watching you ever since your presence was brought to our attention. Conversations and actions. It’s quite easy to keep tabs on people even in this relatively primitive tech society.”
“Is that a threat, or a statement of fact?” I queried, trying to appear unfazed by her admitting to spying on everything I’ve done so far.
“Neither. Both. Depends really.” She giggled. “But you did pique my interest when you spoke with, oh what’s her name…Allie! When you spoke with Allie about continuing your species. That certainly presented a unique opportunity for your situation, and with Mr. Williams all but confirming the possibility…would you be interested in listening to my proposal?”
“Hmmm,” It was a tempting offer. The chance to restart my species - even though the likelihood of staving off true extinction is extremely low - beckons to the human spirit to survive and thrive in adverse conditions. Even with being the cause of this catastrophe.
It’s also a much better alternative than just letting my species die out in my new reality.
“It’s safe to say that there are stipulations and conditions should your offer be palatable?”
“Of course,” she answered quickly. “And they won’t be ridiculous either. I’m not a cruel person.”
“Uh huh. Let me think on it and talk about it with Allie first since I don’t doubt she’d want in on it, too.”
“Excellent! I look forward to our cooperation.” She giggled again, firmly planting a seed of worry in my gut.
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2023.03.31 17:40 StepwiseUndrape574 GTA 6 Still AWOL, But Rockstar Announces Big Updates For GTA Online And Red Dead Online

Grand Theft Auto 6 (GTA 6) is an elusive beast that has eluded [official] detection for years. The current “big dog” Grand Theft Auto V was first released way back in September 2013, and has been available across two console generations (Xbox 360/PS3 and Xbox One/PS4). It will even be available natively on next-generation Xbox Series X and PlayStation 5 consoles, which is quite unprecedented in the gaming realm. So, while Rockstar seems reticent to just letting us wait in agony for any news on GTA 6, it is at least giving us some new updates on its two current hot properties: GTA Online and Red Dead Online.
In the case of the incredibly popular (and highly lucrative) GTA Online, Rockstar says that a big “summer update” is coming for gamers with a “fun mix of diverse” content to partake in. Even more interesting is the fact that the developers indicate that its “biggest update ever” is coming before the end of 2020. That update will include new Heists that will take place in a completely new location, which has definitely piqued our interests.
red dead online As for Red Dead Online, its next big update is actually arriving next week; on July 28th to be exact. Red Dead Online hasn’t exactly been teaming with new content, as the last big update for the online component of Red Dead Redemption 2 dropped way back in December 2019. However, Rockstar is promising a new Frontier Pursuit mode with a focus on “naturalism” and a new battle pass-type component, which is conveniently named Outlaw Pass. Finally, Rockstar says that it has addressed tons of bugs with the game and has taken community feedback to heart with this release, which is definitely appreciated.
In addition to the game updates on the way, Rockstar also took the time to address the well-being of its online communities. “We are also committed to ensuring that our games are fun for everyone and as safe as possible from modders, cheaters, hackers, and those who seek to harass other players,” said the company in its blog post.
“So far this year, we have taken action on hundreds of thousands of players caught violating community rules across both games. Please help us keep our communities safe and fun by reporting any sort of cheating either directly in-game or via our dedicated web reporting tools for both Red Dead Online and GTA Online.”
It's good to see that Rockstar is cracking down on those looking to spoil the fun for everyone, and its methods for “taking out” such offenders is among the best in the industry.
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2023.03.31 17:40 Puzzleheaded_Post_32 SO's Friendship with EX-Roommate

I need some honest advice; I feel like I(30) am being put into an ultimatum. The last few years with my SO(30) have been rough. *BACKGROUND CONTEXT: We lived separately while dating, he broke trust with me by cheating on me early in the relationship, we broke up for a few weeks, he came back around and admitted everything he did wrong and begged for forgiveness to move forward, he went to counseling and told me how much he loved me and would always make being a family with my daughter and I his priority because that's where he wanted to be, etc. a month or so after that we found out I was pregnant (he had no kids of his own)... he changed up fast pushing me for abortion telling me he never loved me and didn't see forever with me and telling me that I was ruining his life by keeping the baby. At the time he had been renting a room from a woman(46), and had been for the last 2-years. Through my entire pregnancy he was back and forth with wanting to be with me. I argued with him a lot feeling that he needed to make a choice to be a part of our family, or he needed to just be a co parent because the constant back and forth was destroying my mental health throwing me into severe depression. I got to a point where I had become borderline suicidal and was put on medication because we would be together and be playing happy family and he'd hit me with really cruel comments and reminding me that he didn't love me. He would tell me I was trying to force him into being with me and that he resented me for getting pregnant. It wasn't until the end of my 2nd trimester, I hadn't seen him in 3-months, that he came over telling me how excited he was to be a dad, kissing my stomach and planning for us to live together, a few minutes after he left I found him on Bumble (I had a fake account I made to see if he was on there since I didn't want to be with him if he had been with other people already during my pregnancy) He matched with my fake profile and said he was looking for a friends with benefits since he was so busy with work. I called him out on this when he came over the next day and said I had no interest in being with him, that I was disgusted and I was finally okay to not have the family structure I wanted for our child. Once the reality hit him, he became serious about us. He put a down payment on getting a rental for us, said he would just sleep on a futon even if I didn't want to be with him just so he could be close to his child. We moved in together and he changed completely. He had never been in a relationship before me aside from one when he was 18 years old for a year or so. He gave me passwords, shared his location, communicated much better, offered to do whatever to make me feel comfortable and trust him. He became much more caring. Once our son was born he was extremely loving and a noticeably different person.

**The issue I am having is his ex-roommate that he was renting from before, their relationship makes me extremely uncomfortable. He says that have built a strong friendship and trust for each other and they are like family. She sends him flirtatious texts, they have nicknames for each other, they surprise each other with wines and chocolates when they see each other, I found screenshots in his phone of them making funny faces to each other on facetime and them laying on a couch together to take a selfie. I was always told the whole time we were dating that I wasn't allowed over there because she didn't like people in her home. I have met her briefly one-time upon picking him up to go to the airport because I had to run in for the bathroom with just a quick "hello". I wrote her on Instagram once attempting to invite her to a surprise bday party I planned for him, she read it and did not respond, a month ago she had him come over to pick up bday gifts she bought for him and told him she spent hours buying these shirts she thought would be perfect on him, after our son was born he took selfies of him with our newborn son and sent them to her, but none of the ones of me in them. Since living together he has stopped by to visit her a few times, but always gave me a heads up that he was going to stop there prior saying he needed to pick something up or was just stopping there to say hi. Last night he told me he was meeting with his tennis coach, seeing that his location was at a tennis court close to her house I asked if he actually met with the coach. He said yes and asked why I was being so suspicious. I told him since he was so close to her house that I thought he might have met up with her instead and was hiding it, after I said that he said she was there with him with the coach and that she randomly showed up. He said he invited he days ago but she didn't say she would go. He also told me that the coach changed the location last second.. I asked how she knew where to go since the location was changed last second (after asking to see the texts of her trying to meet with him and him saying it was a phone call days ago), he said she knew the coach and probably called the coach directly. He tells me she didn't respond to my messages because she thinks I was manipulative with my pregnancy. He tells me she doesn't have a good view of me. He said if we just met each-other I would understand their relationship (I asked to meet her and hang out with her to feel comfortable with her for the last 2 years now and he refused). He tells me she is an old lady and he would never be attracted to her, but I know he was dating women in their 40s before me and she's honestly very much in shape. If you didn't know her age, you'd think she was in her mid-30s. She wears short-shorts and crop tops even, he says the old lady comment to try and make it sound unimaginable to downplay it to me. I feel betrayed and now it feels personal with this woman. Knowing now she provided this confirmation bias to him to hurt me in the most vulnerable time in my pregnancy when I needed him the most, telling him I was manipulating him with my pregnancy when I was begging him to be there for me.. I feel even more uncomfortable with the relationship they have. Hiding last night that he was with her until I specifically called it out, I have red flags about it. I never want to be the SO that makes a man choose between his friends or a relationship, but I can't see myself long-term being okay with this dynamic. We are talking marriage now (this would be my second marriage) and I am unsure if maybe because I have been divorced before I am quicker to run, or if any rational person would see this and not be okay with it. We live together, have a baby together and I have a 7-year-old daughter who he is helping to raise.

Advice welcome, otherwise, thank you for letting me vent.
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2023.03.31 17:39 Frame_Late Interloper V

The greatest tragedy of war is that for some people the war never ends.
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Silijima hopped into the truck, next to Sargen. The massive Gojid's head nearly reached the roof of the vehicle forcing him to crouch ever so slightly. He was an even more imposing figure up close, his muscles bulging and his scars held taut against his skin. He seemed preoccupied, as if her presence made him uncomfortable when they were close. His claws gripped the steering wheel, lightly scraping the carbon material. He seemed to be in his late thirties to early forties, and a distinguished Gojid at that save for the eye and the prosthetic arm. Most would consider him quite handsome if it wasn't for the damage he had received, and even then she was sure some women would find a prosthetic like that doubly enticing.
Senek sat in the back, leaning his head back and yawning. He seemed exhausted, most likely from being on duty for the last good knows how many weeks. He kept an eye on Sargen, but it wasn't a distrustful one, more like he was concerned for Sargen's wellbeing. It was hilarious to Silijima, to think that Sargen warranted concern, but she didn't know him or his past so she wouldn't judge; sometimes the strongest people held the greatest burdens.
"So, where to next? Do we have any other stops to make?" Silijima asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
"No, not unless you want to stop," replied Sargen.
Behind them, Senek grumbled. "We need to head back to the Collective and finish for the day; I'm fucking exhausted."
Sargen started the truck and turned around. "Then go home, Senek; you've done your work for the day. I'll show Silijima a bit of the station before I deliver the goods and introduce Silijima to the captains."
Senek didn't seem convinced. "They won't be happy that Sujek and I bailed halfway through the delivery."
Sargen snorted. "Ayaz and Igor won't give a damn as long as the delivery gets delivered. Take a tram and go home and see your mate and kids; you looked harrowed."
Silijima was inclined to agree. Before today, she didn't know if it was possible for a reptile to have bags under its eyes, but Senek surely did. He looked like shit, although Silijima would never voice that out loud.
Senek hissed but didn't argue, opening the door and leaving the back of the truck with a grunt. Silijima saw him walk down the street towards a tram stop in the distance, where one was unloading all sorts of people heading to shop at Zapadnyy tsentral'nyy rynok, as well as those ready finished with their shopping trips. Eventually, Senek disappeared into the crowd of humans, arxur, and the occasional venlil, harchin and gojid.
"So," Sargen started with an apprehensive sigh, "My name's Sargen, as you've probably been told. I'm sure Senek and Sujek have already told you all about me."
Silijima chuckled nervously. "Not much, actually. I've been wondering where you got that arm from; it seems very high tech. I've only seen prosthetics like that on high ranking military personnel in the federation."
The question only seemed to make Sargen even more tense. "I lost my real arm in battle. They replaced it with this." He flexed the arm, the prosthetic was agile and precise in its movements. "It's near identical to the real thing utility-wise, although the look of it took some time to get used to."
Silijima nodded absentmindedly, admiring both the arm and his physical build. Sargen must've been through hell and back to be so torn up.
"Are you ex-military? You have the hardware to be."
Sargen frowned lightly. "You could say that. But that's enough about me." Then Sargen put a soft smile on his face, a fake one, as if he was trying to hide his true feelings. "I was told you served in the navy; what was that like?"
Silijima didn't push for more information. "I was a Master Technical Coordinator for the Unwavering Credence. I kept the Guns and the hull functioning along with crews of grunt welders, and I pieced the ship back together after battles.
Sargen whistled, impressed by her rank. "You were pretty high up on the totem pole on that ship. Why'd you leave?"
Silijima scoffed. "The lies, the brutality, and the stress. I came to Skhamar looking for answers after losing faith in the state I defended for over a decade. Now that I know the truth, I realize that I hated every second of it, although I do miss it in a way. Once you get out, well, nothing seems right. For the first few months, I couldn't stand being off duty. I still miss that safety of knowing I was on a military vessel; at least we could defend ourselves. Back on Nishtal, I felt so… exposed, since I wasn't allowed to carry a firearm on my person anymore."
Sargen chuckled. "I know how you feel. I couldn't sleep right after I… left: I kept expecting an attack at all hours. Sometimes I'd wake up in a panic, clutching my ion pistol and ready to kill, only to realize it was just the sound of some puny asteroid bouncing off the outer shell of the station or a ship taking off."
Silijima snorted. "I remember nearly having a heart attack from the fireworks they set off for unification day. My parents didn't understand, or maybe they couldn't, but I don't celebrate that day anymore. It sounds too similar to Arxur hybrid charges slamming against the hull of a ship."
Silijima chuckled at first, but the laughter quickly died as reality set in. Her service in the navy had messed her up in more ways than one, but she couldn't imagine not living that life; she wouldn't know what to do with herself otherwise. She hated it, but she was better for it.
"So… What is there to do on this station? I'm pretty new to all of this freedom. What is there to do?"
"That's the good thing about this job; you get a good week or so in between missions to relax," Sargen smiled bitterly, but it was still a happy smile, "Me and the rest of the crew have so much to show you."
Silijima's heart skipped a beat at his statement. "Senek didn't seem too excited to show me anything."
"Senek's just tired; in fact he's always tired. He worked two missions in a row, same as Sujek, and they're probably going to push for another one," Sargen stated, "although I bet both Ayaz and Igor will send them both home and tell them to spend some time just relaxing for once since those two practically kill themselves working." He chuckled before continuing, "But as for things to do, well, there's a lot: Theaters, Restaurants, Museums, a full-sized futbol stadium, and even a few more exotic things the humans brought over. Humans are kind of the cultural heart of the entire Commonwealth; The big Arxur houses might be the dominant economic forces besides the coalitions, but the Humans really brought a heart and soul to what would otherwise be a pretty dull and barren place."
Silijima thought about that for a moment. She had seen sporting events before; Nishtal had plenty of ballastier stadiums to choose from, where Krakotl would work as a flock to move a floating ball from one end to the other. There were also games of airborne agility and such, so she wasn't too interested in sports.
But the idea of a theater intrigued her. Nishtal didn't have many theaters: the Krakotl didn't like being cooped up in a dark place for too long, since their instincts were to nest under the open sky instead of burrow underground. Mix that with a lack of any big theater culture and you git a species that vastly preferred doing over watching. Sports and music were far more popular with the Krakotl, their ability to fly and vast vocal ranges helping them flourish in alternative mediums of entertainment.
"How are the theaters here? I've never really gone to one before."
Sargen eyed her with disbelief. "Neither did I before I came here. They're pretty great, with lots of cheap snacks and reclining seats. There aren't any 'new' movies yet since there's no real movie industry here on Skhamar yet, but they play a lot of older human movies. A few months ago I went with Timothy, Sarah, and their daughter Maggie to go see The Tale of the Princess Kaguya. The art style was pretty mind-blowing, to say the least."
"The art style?"
"Animation. It's considered a proper medium of theater in human culture. There are a plethora of what humans call 'the animated classics': movies that have achieved universal human acclaim due to their outstanding quality. If I'm not mistaken, The Tale of the Princess Kaguya is one of them."
Human art seemed so fascinating to her; the Federation was so cut and dry with what they considered art that anything that pushed the envelope was ridiculed and even reviled, often only gaining traction in underground groups that appreciated the bizarre and the condemned. To hear of artistic styles having entire mediums dedicated to them was astounding to her.
"That sounds incredible! What other movies have you seen?"
"Well, I've been itching to see Star Wars, but it's a long trilogy that's best watched at home. There's also a relatively new western by comparison called The Cursed that's being shown this week, so we can go see that. I've heard nothing but good things about it."
Silijima didn't know what a 'western' was, but if it was anything like how Sargen describes their animated movies, she was sure a human western couldn't be bad.
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Silijima casually read the synopsis for the movie they would be watching on her holophone.
The year is 1886: Aging civil war veteran turned outlaw Thomas 'Death-Singer' Lawrence ekes out a humble living amongst the Ojibwa Indians of what is now modern-day Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Michigan, hoping to live out his final years of his life with his beloved wife, son and adopted tribe in peace. But when a bitter ex-Confederate, Klan member, and son of a wealthy plantation owner Shaw Cunningham and his gang of killers massacre the tribe for supporting the Union during the war, his entire world is torn from him. Now, all that's left after the carnage is himself and a teenager named Nanabush, the fatherless black sheep of the tribe.
Now, with nothing but vengeance burning in his heart, Thomas once again takes up the mantle of 'Death-Singer', and along with his newly adopted ward Nanabush, he travels south to reform his old gang of thieves and outlaws, 'The Cursed', in a last-ditch effort to gain the ultimate revenge and both kill Shaw Cunningham and ruin his family fortune. The curse must be passed on, and there couldn't be a more worthy recipient…
Now that sounded interesting. Silijima didn't understand much of the context, but a revenge plot wasn't a common theme in Federation media, or federation art at all for that matter, so it seemed like a great place to start. Besides, it wasn't like it was real, so if it was overly violent then she could just finish the movie and never watch it again.
But first, there were snacks to buy. Silijima didn't know why Sargen insisted on buying snacks, but he stated that they 'improved the movie experience', or whatever that meant. Either way, he practically dragged Silijima up to a counter operated by a bored human, preparing to order a whole slew of snacks for the both of them.
"I'll get two medium boxes of Çäkçäk style popcorn, a large bag of Korivka, and two large bottles of… Give me a moment." Sargen turned to her. "What do you want to drink?"
Silinima browsed the menu nervously, not knowing what to choose. "Uhhh, I guess I'll try some Baikal? Is it good?"
Sargen shrugged. "It's pretty good, a bit different than most colas." Then he turned back to the snack vendor. "And two large bottles of Baikal."
The bored human sighed, obviously just ready for his shift to end, and prepared the food for the two of them. Sargen prepared his credit chip and handed it to the worker when he returned, paying for everything.
"You don't have to, Sargen, I can pay for myself."
Sargen chuckled. "Maybe, but I'm the one who's taking you out. Just let me take care of it."
The human returned with the popcorn, which was two buckets of strange yellow… things that had a slight glowing orange sheen, along with a large bag of candies and two massive bottles of soda, which were also huge. Sargen somehow deftly balanced all the snacks in their arms as they made their way to the movie room they were assigned to without even a grunt and gave her a soft grin. Despite his obvious optimism, he seemed tense, as if she reminded him of something.
Sargen hurried down the hall, his large stride making it difficult for Silijima to keep up with him, but she managed. He avoided her gaze, his eyes focusing on absolutely anything else. There it was again, the strange behavior. It was as if she was some kind of phantom to him, but he couldn't point out her existence without seeming crazy.
They made their way into a door on the side that led down a dark hall with dim lights lining the floor. It opened up to a massive screen showing adverts for products before the movie began.
"Where would you like to sit? I'm partial to the back; you get better seats and a better view."
Silijima shrugged her feathered shoulders. "Wherever you think is best; I have no clue."
Sargen chuckled, but led her up toe stairs to the upper row of seats. They made it there, sitting down near the center, and Sargen handed Silijima her popcorn and baikal. Silijime pecked at the popcorn hesitantly, but found that she loved it! The sweet, nutty and floral flavors of the coating reminded her of the Vagra nectar from Nishtal when peddlers would sell organic jars of it during the summer months, and it paired wonderfully with the salty-sweet crunch of the 'corn' itself. The baikal was another thing entirely; the sweet-spicy and pine flavors of the cola tasted like nothing she had ever experienced like fruit and spices boiled in bitter tree sap and carbonated, but palatable. By the time the movie had started, a third of her popcorn was gone, causing Sargen to chuckle.
The lights dimmed, causing Silijima to panic for a bit, but Sargen's hand reached out and grabbed her shoulder, calming her. He was there, and he was big; nothing could hurt such a giant, right?
Then, the movie began to play. The sound of some kind of delicate stringed instrument being strummed softly alongside the croaking and chirping of amphibians and insects on a warm summer night. The sounds of the wildlife stopped suddenly for a moment, as did the instrument when a small gang of about a dozen humans riding strange, four-legged creatures reminiscent of suleans without horns advanced towards a gathering of flickering lights in the distance; probably a village. Their gallops were thunderous and destructive, nothing like the sound of a stampede. It was the sound of unwavering strength.
The men wore sackcloth hoods with holes cut out for their eyes and ropes around their necks. In their hands were primitive revolving handguns. They wore a myriad of different clothes; some wore gray army uniforms, while others wore khakis, union shirts and suspenders. They laughed and bickered as they spurred their steeds onward, obviously ready to commit some unspeakable atrocity…
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Silijima has two panic attacks during the movie. Sargen was there, able to quell them by offering his support. He seemed to know what it was like to have one because he reached out and held her when she began to hyperventilate and raise her hackles. He didn't speak, but he made himself known. He was there, and that was enough.
At least the movie ended with a triumph: Thomas Lawrence got his revenge, even if he died in the end. His adopted ward, Nanabush, took up the mantle of Death-Singer, using it to defend the weak. It was a tightly wrapped story that should've been happy, but the memories of war still scarred Silijima; the sounds of the gunshots reminded her of the blasts of flechette cannons, and the blood on Lawrence's knife…
She still felt the phantom pain in her wing and body from being run through by an Arxur skimming blade. She had survived, of course, but the near-death experience had permanently changed her. She couldn't stand being around knives too long unless she was actually on the battlefield, and even then it caused her distress. Luckily, she never needed to be around too many sharp objects, being an engineer, but she had her… moments. She was able to quell her attacks, her panic and anxiety being quelled by the far more substantial fear of what she would be subjected to if her true state of mind were to be found out.
If the Federation found out you acted out of the norm, they'd spend weeks forcing you through the most agonizing 'therapies' before stuffing you full of pills and sending you home, never to be the same person again. She had seen the effects of these treatments; her former colleagues practically turned into zombies, their brains melted from the drugs. They lived off of government stipends, unable to truly contribute to the workforce, but the Federation seemed to consider this an acceptable tradeoff, the politicians being praised for lowering the rate of self-termination by any means necessary. In reality, it just created a state-funded drug epidemic.
Part of Silijima did want answers, but she realized her true motive for coming to Skhamar was to escape; she was so scared of staying home on Nishtal because every little thing could set her off. And if she were to have a serious enough outburst…
No, she wouldn't become what many of her former prey-in-arms had; a babbling mess of drugs and trauma. She was strong; she could do this. She wouldn't let her trauma overcome her.
"Are you okay, Silijima?" Sargent asked her, shaking her shoulder lightly. They were in the truck, riding to the Corsair collective where Ayaz and Igor had docked their cruiser. He seemed far more tired than before like she was exhausting to be around. She didn't doubt it; having predator disease was already exhausting enough for Silijima alone.
"I shouldn't have recommended that movie, it was too violent. Maybe something animated would've been better," said Sargent. "I was hoping that your experiences as a navy engineer would've been less traumatic than the average foot soldier, and I was wrong."
Silijima turned to him, emboldened. "It wasn't your fault, Sagren; I agreed to watch it. Besides, it might've opened up a few wounds, but it was still an excellent movie. And the popcorn and baikal were wonderful as well. And besides, it was a good movie, triggers notwithstanding."
Sargen smiled a little, although he was still feeling guilty. "I'm glad you liked it. But we should get to the collective; Ayaz and Igor will be happy to become acquainted with you."
Silijima nodded before turning back to the window, watching as the city raced by. The spires of the station-city rose hundreds of stories into the air, hover-tram systems connecting entire levels of platforms that connected to the taller towers. It made sense that the station would focus on the height of buildings; the width was a rare commodity on space stations due to the cost of adding extra floor-level infrastructure, so extremely tall spires interconnected by platforms and hover-tram systems that stretched for kilometers made sense. Everything was brightly lit: massive glowing LED signs depicting everything from clinics and dispensaries to shops and eateries were plastered across the buildings, along with almost lifelike and three-dimensional digital billboards depicting a wide array of advertisements and entertainment. It was the very definition of an urban jungle, sprawl and all, with tens of millions of individuals living their daily lives unimpeded.
"The station's pretty cool, huh? It's technically one of the larger cities in the galaxy, with a population of around twenty-five million inhabitants of all races."
That number was impressive for a city, but not for a nation. "But how many planets does Skhamar control? Fifty-five million is nothing compared to the five hundred billion sentients in the Federation alone."
Sargen nodded. "Yeah, that's true. Antheia and Calaïs are pretty sparsely populated at the moment, maybe a few million each, and the planet of Skhamar itself has about ten million. That means this place doesn't really have the manpower to keep up with the Federation or the Dominion in terms of fleet size. We still beat them in engagements though."
Silijima didn't believe that. "But how? The Federation outnumbers you guys a hundred to one!"
Sargen snorted, eyes focused on the road as he pulled into the parking lot of a ginormous building. "If there's one thing that I learned after only two years of living on Skhamar is that the Federation's school of naval doctrine is laughably bad. They solely rely on the force of numbers and firepower to overwhelm their enemies before they can strike back. This would normally work on smaller fleet engagements against lesser foes, but the humans don't play fair. They hide in gas clouds, and in asteroid fields. They launch silent torpedoes, drone strikes, and shells filled with toxic gas before initiating boarding actions to cause widespread panic in enemy fleets. Skhamar's newly minted traditions of piracy have led to a whole new level of Naval military thinking, one where the entire sector is an ever-changing battlefield and anything's fair game."
"But wouldn't they get discovered? How hasn't the Federation just listed down Skhamar's tactics for admirals to memorize and quantify in fleet engagements?"
"You're demanding too much from a Federation full of scared herbivores, and you're forgetting who runs that Federation. The Kolshians and the Farsul vehemently believe that thinking like a predator makes you a predator and that anything that resembles predatory behavior should be scrubbed away. To them, the 'herd' is the entire reason for their existence, and to stray from that is to become food." Sargen shook his head, obviously bemused by their rigid mindset. "In reality, predators have been chipping away at herds for thousands of years. To think that any herd is impervious is just stupid."
Silijima knew the former, and she had suspected the latter for a long time. "But herds need to adapt to survive, right? I bet you that was the reasoning behind the gene-modding and culture erasure at the hands of the Kolshians and the Farsul."
Sargen rolled his eyes like he had heard it all before. "It shocks me that you weren't thrown into an institution, with how perceptive you are. I'm telling you, the Kolshians and the Farsul couldn't care less about the other species in the Federation. All they care about is controlling and leading that herd they've stitched together with lies. To them, adaptability is only good when it benefits their narratives and power structures."
It made a sickening sort of sense, and it was completely believable now that the treachery of the Kolshians and the Farsul had come to light. The Kolshians and the Farsul being afraid of any change that challenged their ideals was a cancer on the Federation, and one that Silijima was sure would eat away at it until it was nothing more than a corpse. "I'm glad I left, you know, not being afraid of being locked up for having predator disease. I just hope that isn't a thing here."
"It isn't, believe me, or I would've been incarcerated a long time ago." Sargen replied, "Now let's go; I think we've wasted enough of Ayaz and Igor's time."
With that, Sargen stepped out of the truck, slamming the door and taking a deep breath of the blatantly recycled air. Silijima followed, leaving the truck and stepping out into a small, empty parking lot, which seemed strange for such a large and important building. The building itself was less of a spire and more short and squat but also very wide, with glass walls similar to those of the urban business centers on Nishtal. There was an entrance of glass doors in the front of the building, along with a massive sigil above them made out of what seemed to be platinum. There was a sword with wings skillfully engraved on it, along with the words Qui militat præter me, frater meus erit surrounding the edges. Her translator struggled to translate it due to the age of the language and her translator's lack of exposure to the esoteric language, but it came out as something similar to He who fights beside me shall be my brother. An interesting term, but certainly more unique than the Federation Navy's slogan, Defend the Herd.
Sargen grabbed her feathered shoulder and steered her away from the truck just as something hovered down and clamped its magnetic claws onto it. A massive, black-colored hover-drone the size of an eighteen-wheeler buzzed as it deftly floated around the two of them, one giant crimson eye with an LED dot acting as an almost animated pupil darting between the two of them. Then it lifted away, making beeping noises as it carried the truck in tow towards a large tower several hundred stories tall in the distance made from a monotonous gray material. "What in sweet Ina's name?" Silijima said under her breath, causing Sargen to chuckle.
"Moth Drones; they’re very useful things. There's not enough space on the station to have traditional parking lots, so Sarn Robotics found a pretty neat solution: massive drones come and pick up vehicles and transport them to large parking towers like the one it's flying to right now. Then, when we come back, I can just call back for my car, maybe wait a minute or so, and have my car returned to me. It's pretty awesome, and something you wouldn't find in a million years in the Federation."
That was true; the citizens would be spooked by so many flying objects. She could just imagine the number of stampedes such a creation would cause.
"Wait, what about the food and ammo?" She asked, curious as to why he'd leave it there."
"Oh, don't worry about that: that tower specifically has an automated storage system. All of our goods will be sent to our ship in the next few hours sorted, packed up, and sealed up in space-grade storage containers"
"Huh, that's pretty incredible," she replied.
"Yeah, it is. Like them or not, these predators seem to think of everything. I guess their minds just work differently; nothing wrong with that."
They walked through the doors as they conversed, and a massive lobby greeted them. Over two dozen secretaries of multiple races greeted countless individuals, many of them armed. Most of them were humans and Arxur, although she spotted a few Harchens and Gojids in the mix. The sound of phones ringing and computer keyboards being typed on resonated through the building with an echo. The entire lobby was beautifully decorated, with corners filled with fine gold-trimmed mahogany furniture and intricately woven carpets covering the marble floor. Sargen guided her up to the lobby and towards a young human wan with blonde hair. He greeted her with a smile, causing her to smile back. The snarl made Silijima's blood rush, but it was far less noticeable now, more like the feeling of adrenaline than pure fear.
"Hey, Csilla, how are you?"
The woman, apparently named Csilla, seemed to brighten up in Sargen's presence. "Oh, you know, just swamped as usual. Igor is waiting for you at dock thirteen, just take the tram down." Then her eyes swiveled in there sockets towards Silijima, causing her to flinch slightly. "And who is this? I didn't know a Krakotl was joining your crew."
"I'm Silijima," Silijima croaked, "I'm the new Engineer."
"Aww, isn't she just precious? It's been a pleasure to see you both, but I have to get back to work; we've got too many customers even with two dozen secretaries."
And with that, they were off. Sargen led her up multiple flights of stairs, passing different office levels before reaching floor seven, which was the connection to the Dok-stantsiya Vest-Enda. There were at least two dozen fully sized trans on multiple levels, with signs detailing over a hundred docks available to travel to. It was truly ginormous, more insane than any public transit system she had seen all packed into one place, but also a testament to the engineering of the station.
They boarded a packed train filled mainly with humans, although there were Arxur, Gojids and Harchen there sprinkled throughout. They rode for a few minutes, before reaching an open-space area sealed with active magnetic field shielding, keeping gravity and a working atmosphere within its borders while simultaneously allowing ships to pass through. There were hundreds of ships, both big and small, docked within the Corsair Coalition's docks, and some of them were exceptionally huge. They ranged from gigantic, rust-red lengths of bulbous metal covered in cannons to sleek, flat warships packed with rocket pods and covered with graffiti of snarling, gaping maws and bloodied talons. Eventually, they reached a point where their tram stopped, and they descended. Just a few dozen meters away was a younger human, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, an old human woman who couldn't have been younger than seventy, and an Arxur practically made out of cybernetics, his body glowing with energy. The latter seemed to be organizing and directing a small number of droids, which were loading sealed containers into the fuselage of the large, rust-red battle cruiser with the word Iconoclast printed in bold letters on the side. The man saw us and approached, a wide smile on his face.
He was huge for a human, about six and a half feet, and had a long, bushy beard with a handlebar mustache, a short military buzz cut with a bit of hair left a little taller near the middle like a short mohawk, and a pair of black camo pants and a white t-shirt that showed the outline of his muscles underneath. He was practically a bear of a human, with arms the size of bridge cables and a neck thicker than your average gas pipe.
Despite all of that, he was obviously friendly, a wide snarl on his face. "Sargen! Dobriy den, how are you?" Even through the translator, his accent was thick and exotic.
Sargen scratched his head with his claws, obviously a little nervous. "I'm doing great, Igor, listen, this is-"
"Ah, yes, Silijima! Senek called me on his way home to explain their situation. It is a pleasure to meet you, my dear!"
Igor took her wing and shook it vigorously, having to bend down to do so. Having and snarling predator lean down on her in such a way, regardless of their intentions, sent shivers down her spine, but she kept it together. She would not break down in front of her new boss.
"T-the pleasure is all mine, Sir."
Igor didn't seem to notice how intimidating he was, but luckily a distraction appeared. Tarlim arrived just in time, carrying several crates of birch water and plums on his shoulders like they were nothing. The old woman seemed to spot him, because she hobbled over to help, only for Tarlim to prevent her from doing so. "No, Babushka, I can handle it."
"Nonsense," she said sternly, her accent even thicker than Igor's, "I can carry some, boy; your Babushka is not helpless."
Tarlim simply ignored her, carrying the crates over to the droids, with both Tarlim and the Arxur snickering at Babushka's pestering.
"Tarlim, what do you bring? Did I order something and forget again?"
Tarlim chuckled merely at that. "No, Babushka, Sujek ordered some Birch Water and Plums for you."
Babushka softened up at that, placing a hand over her heart like the delivery of birch water was an emotional matter. "Oh Tarlim, I thank you." She hobbled over and practically buried herself in his fur, hugging him as hard as an old woman could.
"Thank Sujek, I'm just the delivery boy."
Babushka snorted. "Hah, I know better. You probably dared him to do something for it."
Tarlim blushed at that. "Well maybe, but he demanded the plums as extra, so make sure you give him a big hug and plenty of food as well."
Babushka seemed to brighten up at that. "Come in, Tarlim; we are having a feast, to celebrate a great victory! No meat in the borscht, just for you!"
"Tarlim seemed very apprehensive towards the idea of eating anything that was even near the meat, but apparently he couldn't resist the old woman. "For you, Babushka, anything for you."
Igor snickered. "They are like a circus, no? Come, we are having a feast, and you shall partake."
Silijima wanted to leave, as the whole situation had escalated very quickly, but Sargen placed a hand on her shoulder. "There is no denying an invitation to a feast; it is a grave insult to do so."
Silijima just sighed and prepared herself for the horrors that awaited her.
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It's finally here; THE NEXT CHAPTER OF INTERLOPER! Somebody pop open a bottle of champaign.
I want to thank u/Acceptable_Egg5560 for the support and u/Bushbacon69 for the wonderful fanart.
If you want an AI generated picture, just let me know. That's become my new method of conveying what I'm creating to the world since I can't draw for shit.
The Next chapters for Chains made from Hope and The Apostate should be out this week, along with a new short called The Life Shaper.
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2023.03.31 17:39 NomNomNomNation I'm sorry for breaking infinity.

Every tree in all the forests on Earth.
Every grain of sand on the beach.
Every drop in the ocean.
None of these even come close to infinity. If you think you have comprehended how big that is, you are wrong. Nothing can be compared to the endless number, and nothing will ever allow any of us to truly understand it. But I'm willing to bet I'm the closest to it. I am not from this universe. The multiverse is the best example of infinity, and I have travelled across it more times than I could possibly count. Yet even my travels do not come close to the colossal giant of unlimited. I invented multiversal travel; perhaps I should have set limits before toying with something so limitless.
At first, it was amazing. More than that - It was like experiencing a miracle. Up until the very moment that I successfully travelled, it was purely theoretical. Proving that it worked in practice changed everything. I was not alone when I pressed the button on that device, but I was once I let go of it. I was in the kitchen, and my family watched as I used it, and presumably saw me disappear. At the time, the device had no proper way of navigating the multiverse or keeping a history of previous destinations, so my original universe has been lost in the boundless flow of everything. My original family probably still think they saw me die that day.
After the transport, things immediately felt different in that room. Small things that you'd never truly notice, but after living there for so long, I think my subconscious knew. The paint strokes on the wall in slightly different directions than before. The tiles of the floor seeming slightly colder than usual. The marble pattern of the countertops just seeming...off. I was seeing something so very familiar, yet not what I knew. The bigger picture hadn't changed, but every tiny detail making it up had.
I avoided finding myself. I left the house as soon as possible and explored the new world. Nothing was substantially new, and I wanted to experience more. So I kept pressing the button. That first week or so had me switching universes at least 20 times a day. It turns out that about half of them don't contain any life - But that's still an infinite amount. 50% of the endlessness is still endless.
It only took a few weeks before I wanted to find another me and speak to them. The times I did were wonderful at first - Experiencing myself from a third-person perspective is something I could hardly wrap my head around. And neither could me - the other me. As selfish as it sounds, meeting myself for the first time is a fond memory I have.
That was 25 years ago. Since then, I have visited realities where our technology has become so much more advanced; They taught me a lot. I've seen Earths with 3 moons, I've witnessed the globe after an apocalypse, and I've experienced a world where humans were not the dominant species. I have done everything twice, and to be honest... I grew tired of it. When you have every possible scenario in the palm of your hand, what's the point?
Every insect on every tree in all the forests on Earth.
Every possible arrangement of every grain of sand on the beach.
Every single molecule of every drop in the ocean, multiplied by a billion.
None of those numbers even come close to the infinity that this device could reach. When you know that your life is 1 in infinity, you have mathematically and scientifically proven yourself to be nothing. 0.
The first time the multiverse truly scared me is not on any of the near-death experiences I've had in my journies. It's when I first found a universe in which I never existed. Nobody knew or cared. My family; my friends; my colleagues - they were all just as happy. If a puzzle piece is not even a requirement to finish the puzzle, why include it in the box?
I've done things I'm not proud of. When I say I've done everything twice, I mean everything - The good and the bad. I've caused extinctions on entire Earths just for fun. The overall number of living beings in the multiverse is always infinite - So do deaths even count? Murdering 8,000,000 people sounds like a lot, but compared to the infinite that is left and always will be left, it's not even a drop in the ocean. Actions have no consequences when you have seen the boundless infinity. I have killed you before.
Don't feel so down about that, though. Those people are all still alive in every other universe. You're still alive in this one. Those actions had a net loss of nothing. I'm not evil - Given infinite possibilities, everyone would eventually do everything. It's just a game of probabilities at that point. You would do it, too.
There was a time when I wished I could still be surprised, and that time was only a few days ago. But I may have wished too hard, because for the first time since I started my travels, I am experiencing something new. In hindsight, it was obvious that something like this would happen eventually, but it simply never crossed my mind.
I met another me. This in itself wasn't a surprise; I meet myself all the time. But this me was different - He had also discovered multiversal travel. He had been travelling for about as long as I had and was growing just as bored with the same old new. I don't know what's less likely - Bumping into each other, or not having bumped into each other sooner.
We shared our experiences, and although neither of us had done anything the other hadn't, it still felt nice. It felt nice that someone could truly understand how alone and insignificant I felt amongst it all. You can imagine my interest when he told me he had a plan that would allow us to truly experience something new.
I jokingly said "Well the only thing we haven't tried,"
He knew the end of the sentence, "is death!"
"Exactly," we both laughed, "is that your plan?"
He smiled as he clarified, "We both think the same way - You know that's not my plan. Because if it were,"
I finished his sentence, "it would be a bad plan. Because even death is insignificant."
We exchanged a melancholy smile, a face I'm used to pulling, but not seeing.
He broke the silence. "It's a bit bigger than that. I'm thinking something like...the death of everyone."
I was confused at first. "Like, taking this entire universe out with us in it? What's even the difference? There are still infinite other universes left. It'd still equate to nothing, mathematically."
"No, my dearest me. I mean everyone. Taking out the multiverse."
My emotions whirred to life for the first time in decades. I felt dread, terror, fear...
"The multiverse?" I asked this with an almost shaky voice. Feeling such a primal emotion felt strange, almost new. Death doesn't scare me, not now that I've experienced it all. But the idea of nothing existing? That's something worth being frightened over.
"Exactly. Here, I've got it all planned out."
He handed me multiple sketches - plans to alter our devices in a way that wouldn't pull the user through the multiverse, but instead, pull reality apart. Not just nearby, but across every single universe. It required both of our devices' parts to succeed.
I've run the numbers again and again. I've found no faults.
"You can't be serious."
"As I said, we both think alike. You know I'm serious."
"I do NOT think like you. This isn't a plan, this is an ending."
"Well perhaps when the author refuses to write an ending, someone needs to step in and force it."
It was only at this point that I realised, just because someone is genetically you, it will never make them you. The only me is me. There is only one of me. There is only one of you. The infinite number of us across the multiverse are identical in every way, but they are not us. Only you will ever get the true privilege of being you.
He spoke again, "It's all or nothing. You know what it's like - Ending one life, a million lives, a TRILLION lives, all total to nothing. The only way to get anything greater than 0 is to go for everything. There are two options here - Insignificance, or the total end of it all... And I'm sick of living the former."
"A single death is not insignificant, it --"
"You spoke it yourself, did you not?"
It began to dawn on me all the horrific acts I've committed in my search for new things to do.
"Yes. But that was then... This is now..."
He knew I wasn't going to help him. Truthfully, I think he knew that from the beginning - He reached into his pocket and pulled out a device. He did this whilst already holding his own in his other hand. I hastily reached into my own pocket to confirm what I already knew, as my pocket was empty.
"I'm sorry we couldn't see eye-to-eye."
With that, he pressed a button, and was gone. He left me stranded in this universe. Your universe.
Needless to say, we're still alive. I just don't know if that's going to last.
Maybe someone stopped him, maybe he just hasn't activated it yet. I cannot predict what is going to happen, and that terrifies me almost as much as his plan itself. It's not a feeling I'm used to anymore.
Maybe nothing will happen. I hope nothing will happen. But I felt it my duty to inform you, so that if you see on the news that something at the distant edge of our galaxy is rapidly moving towards us, at least you'll know what it is. It's the end of everything, ripping apart everything in its path.
Everyone in the other universes will have no idea what's headed for them.
Only this one will.
A 1 in infinity chance - 0% odds of this universe being the one to find out.
And yet here we are.
Maybe that does make this one significant after all.
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2023.03.31 17:39 Necessary_Walrus1703 House by the Lake


I was looking at the bungalow that would be our home for the next 3 months. My wife Marci found this property on AirBnB and took a real liking to it.
Even with the recent renovations, the bungalow had this old-world charm to it. It was probably built many years ago and far removed from the buzz of city life.
This beautiful home was on a secure strip of vacant land adjacent to a small lake.
The closest neighbors were at least a mile away. If not for the constant chirping of birds, the eerie quietness of the pace would have gone unchallenged.
And yet, the thick canopy of trees and the scent of earthy soil immediately appealed to my senses.
Perhaps, this will be the perfect antidote to my writer's block. The local ambiance could actually help me in my work as a horror story writer.
The house had a large backyard packed with different kinds of trees. My 7-year-old daughter Stella shrieked excitedly when she saw an old swing and started running toward it.
Stella is the light of my life. Marcy and I had been childless even after 10 years of matrimony, and that was beginning to put stress on our marriage.
Marci grew up an orphan, and her unhappy childhood saw her run from one foster home to the next. She always felt she had so much love to give and wanted to have a large family.
So when Stella arrived, my little girl not only saved my marriage - but also helped us develop a deep bond as a family.
As I saw her going back and forth on the swing, my eyes kept returning to an old well in the far-end corner of the property. I began to walk towards it.
When I got there, I placed my hand on the wall of the well and slowly leaned forward to take a peak. It was dark, deep, and emanating some kind of odor.
A weird sensation began to run through me, and I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I could feel some inexplicable force working its way toward me. I felt drawn inwards as I stared into a dark abyss.
Suddenly I heard a ' Thud' sound and snapped back to my senses. I turned back to see what the commotion was.
My daughter had fallen from the swing and began to cry. Her cries pierced through the air, which made the birds scatter.
Marci and I went running toward Stella and helped her get back up. She had scraped both her knees from the fall and was bleeding. We patched up the wound as best as possible with some first aid.
Stella was still sobbing, gulping small breaths of air, even as the bleeding had finally stopped. Then Marci quickly put her moon-shaped locket around her daughter's neck. It seemed to do the trick. The crying stopped, and she began to fidget with it.
The locket was the only remaining link to Marci's past. She would clutch at it in times of stress, happiness, or grief. And then rock back and forth, holding onto it while getting lost in her thoughts.
We decided to take Stella to a doctor as a precautionary measure. As I turned around, my heart skipped a beat when I saw an old man standing in front of us.
He was in his overalls and had a look of shock on his face as he stared at Stella transfixed. He kept looking at the locket around her neck.
Going by his appearance, I assumed he was the caretaker.
I walked up to him, quickly introduced ourselves, and asked if a medical facility was nearby.
"There is a local clinic two miles east of here. They should be able to help you," he said.
I thanked him, and we quickly got into the car. The caretaker still in shock kept staring at Stella until we were out of sight.
Once we got her treated at the hospital, we stopped by a driveway for dinner.
There were a lot of things that were going on in my mind -
A suspicious-looking caretaker.
A water well that gives weird vibes,
And a large house located in the middle of nowhere that is now beginning to look ominous! Something was really off!
Anyways, by the time we returned to the house, it was already late, and Stella had fallen asleep.
The caretaker was standing by the entrance. I could see he wanted to speak with me.
Well, I had some questions to ask him myself!
But we were all exhausted, and I just wanted to turn in for the night. I told him that we could talk tomorrow, and he reluctantly nodded.
I carried my girl inside and gently put her to bed.
Marci and I got to our room, and I finally lay down on the bed. I fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up, it was still dark, but I could hear a muffled sound coming from outside the room. I closed my eyes and hoped the noise would go away.
But it kept ringing in my ears and refused to die down.
I got off the bed, opened the door, and walked toward the living room. As I got closer, I could see a pale white figure near the foot of a staircase, hunched over, back turned toward me.
Fear began to grip me.
I realized the muffled sounds were actually from a woman sobbing. She then turned to face me, and I froze in my tracks. I was looking at a ghost.
Pearly white tears ran down her face as she sat there cradling the lifeless body of my little girl in her arms!!!
My eyes suddenly opened, and I sat up straight in my bed. Huge beads of sweat were running down my fac322e.
"Was I dreaming?"
I stumbled across the room to get to Stella. I ran through the corridor and opened the door to her room.
And there she was.
Safe and sound, sleeping peacefully - just like I had remembered the previous night.
I leaned against the door and heaved a huge sigh of relief.
And then, once again, the images from the dream ran through my head, this time in more vivid detail.
The pale white ghost sat by the steps; my dead daughter's head was resting on her knees, and she was rocking back and forth, weeping softly.
Her face though ashen white, looked vaguely familiar. And in her right hand, she was clutching a moon-shaped locket!
'Oh my God, Marci…'
In all that panic, I had completely forgotten to check in on her. I doubled back to our room, half hoping this was again a dream.
When I entered, my heart sank.
Marci was missing. I went to check in the bathroom; she wasn't there either.
Just as I was about to exit the room, I looked across the window and froze in complete fear. Marci was there out in the backyard, slowly walking towards the well.
And standing next to her was the ghost who had appeared in my dream!
The ghost gestured frantically at Marci, looking to gain her attention somehow. So that she could stop her in her tracks.
But Marci looked like she was in some sort of trance; she was utterly oblivious to her surroundings and continued to march forward.
I could not believe what was happening. My mind and body were completely paralyzed with shock and fear.
Then the ghost stood right before her to stop her from moving forward. She waved her arms desperately, signaling Marci to stop.
But Marci just passed through her like a mist of air. She let out a wail of desperation.
It was at this point our eyes locked into each other. The ghost was looking at me while I was still standing by the bedroom window - transfixed.
She was Marci's dead mother. I had no doubt. She pointed her finger at me and signaled me to come and save her daughter.
Marci had already reached the edge of the well.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry. By the time I got to the backyard, Marci had already climbed the well’s wall.
I debated whether to call out her name and forcefully yank her off the ledge.
Instead, I slowed down carefully as I got closer to the well. I didn't want to startle her, which could cause her to lose her footing.
When I got within earshot of her, I caught a glimpse of Marci's face. She looked like she was possessed.
I slowly whispered her name. "Marci….."
She could not hear me or feel my presence even though I was just a few feet away.
Her gaze was fixated downwards at the depths of whatever lay beneath that evil well.
I haven't yet had time to process my own experiences on what happened to me the previous day.
I could only imagine the hypnotic effect it would weave on Marci. She defintely has some familial connection to this place.
And then, to my horror, I saw her step forward when she moved her leg. I lunged at her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and quickly dragged her off that ledge with all my might.
We landed on the grassy floor with a loud thud. I had managed to intervene in just the nick of time. I hugged my wife tightly out of gratitude.
"Alex, where are we?"
My wife had come back to her senses.
"What are we doing here in the middle of the night?" she asked.
I suddenly remembered about the ghost and looked around for her. She was standing 5 feet away, looking at the two of us. I could sense the look of relief on her face as well.
"Are you related to Marci?" I asked her. She nodded her head.
"Whom are you talking to? What is going on?" asked Marci, bewildered and in a state of shock.
I pointed to her mother.
"What? I can only see a well. Can't see anything else?"
I realized I was the only one who could see the ghost. The ghost seemed to sense this too and looked crestfallen.
I took Marci back to our room and waited until she fell asleep. I had a tough time convincing her that all this was due to fatigue and sleeplessness.
When I got out of the room, I saw the ghost standing by the door.
"Are you her mother?" I asked directly. She nodded back, teary-eyed. It must be killing her that her own daughter is unable to see her. No pun intended.
She then gestured for me to follow her. She glided through the corridor to reach a bookshelf in the living room. She pointed towards a large brown-colored book. I found an old newspaper clipping in between one of the pages.
When I read through its contents, I felt sick to my stomach.
The clipping had a photo of the Givens family. I immediately recognized Marci, who was around 4 years old in the picture. She was sitting on her mom's lap, wearing the moon-shaped locket. Behind them was a burly-looking man with a thick mustache
Marci's mother's name was Emily, and she was married to Robert Givens. Robert was a wealthy banker but also an alcoholic. He used to regularly beat his wife.
Emily, trapped in an abusive loveless marriage, found solace in another man. And Marci was
born out of that affair. Emily kept this secret hidden, but Robert found out when Marci turned 6.
Just to spite Emily, he decided to throw Marci into the well. The ensuing altercation resulted in the deaths of both Robert and Emily.
The police, the next day, found both bodies in the well while Marci was lying unconscious on the floor nearby.
Marci was later admitted to an orphanage, where she slowly lost all memory of her family. Her only remaining link to her past was the locket.
I looked up at the ghost of Emily, myself feeling a choke full of emotion. She smiled back at me.
A thought then struck me.
I asked, "Who is Marci's real father?"
She pointed to a small building across the window. It was the caretaker's quarters!
I later learned that the caretaker first worked as a teacher in a nearby school during the time of the affair. When he learned of their deaths, he looked everywhere for Marci, hoping to be a part of her life.
But the trail had gone cold. I guess that is why he eventually worked as a caretaker in the same bungalow as some form of atonement.
The question in front of me is, what do I do with all this new information about Marci's old life?
Marci has finally found happiness after a long time. She lovingly embraced motherhood, and our little family could not be happier.
So how do I introduce her dead mother to her, who is now living as a ghost?
Whom Marci can't see, but I can!
Or, how do I explain to her about her father, who is why she grew up an orphan in the first place because he TRIED TO KILL HER!!
And when is it ok for me to reveal the caretaker - whom she met only yesterday - is the person who is actually her Real Dad?
Will all this help her heal?
Or will it unearth hidden traumas tucked away in the deepest, most remote parts of her brain?
So the question that is still going through my mind is …
"What…. do I…. do?!"
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2023.03.31 17:39 Salty-Astronaut3608 I'm a vitim

Yesterday i got into an video call with a girl i met online. The video had 18+ content but i didn't show my face there.
After a few mins she contacted me saying that my account is public and he we send screenshots of that to my family and friends. Being a college student, i had a few money collected through freelance and internships .
She asked 500 INR at first so i gave it to them. Then sge again asked 1500 more so i said i don't have enough money. But then she threatdned me that she will share it to my followers. So i gave them 1500 more. Lastly she kept on asking more money like.. 3000 more.. after so much threatening i gave her that too. After that i told her that i don't have more. So she asked me to show my bank account. Then i photoshopped the bank amount and showed it to her. She was convinced in the end and deleted all the posts. Today i aaw that the account was deleted too.
I know, it was the worst thing i could've done but i was very afraid and worried at that moment. I could have directly reported to the cyber cell. Instead i did all the things one should not do. I didn't even took screenshots as proof.
Although the amount was less but I'm sick and can't stop thinking about it. I'm very sensitive and been getting many suicidal thoughts. I don't know what to do. I don't know if I will be able to move on or not, as i don't want to share it to my friends about it, thinking that they'll judge me a lot. I don't even know what I'll say to my parents if they'll ask me where all the money went.
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2023.03.31 17:39 Standard-Pea-3012 I took like the best piss of my life

basically I was at my besties place right with a bunch of my friends, anyway me and my main G friend decided we were bored and we wanted to smoke and I have this dab pen (weed vape) so we hit it up then like an hour later I went to the bathroom and i had a bit of normal vape and i sat down and took a piss and omg i swear this piss felt so good like it wasnt orgasmic but it just slapped, it was insane i struggle to find the words to decribe it but i literally couldnt stop talking about it for the rest of the night omg.(also this dudes post gave me the idea to post this https://www.reddit.com/PointlessStories/comments/126fuqn/i_took_a_perfect_shit/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1 )
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2023.03.31 17:39 NomNomNomNation I'm sorry for breaking infinity.

Every tree in all the forests on Earth.
Every grain of sand on the beach.
Every drop in the ocean.
None of these even come close to infinity. If you think you have comprehended how big that is, you are wrong. Nothing can be compared to the endless number, and nothing will ever allow any of us to truly understand it. But I'm willing to bet I'm the closest to it. I am not from this universe. The multiverse is the best example of infinity, and I have travelled across it more times than I could possibly count. Yet even my travels do not come close to the colossal giant of unlimited. I invented multiversal travel; perhaps I should have set limits before toying with something so limitless.
At first, it was amazing. More than that - It was like experiencing a miracle. Up until the very moment that I successfully travelled, it was purely theoretical. Proving that it worked in practice changed everything. I was not alone when I pressed the button on that device, but I was once I let go of it. I was in the kitchen, and my family watched as I used it, and presumably saw me disappear. At the time, the device had no proper way of navigating the multiverse or keeping a history of previous destinations, so my original universe has been lost in the boundless flow of everything. My original family probably still think they saw me die that day.
After the transport, things immediately felt different in that room. Small things that you'd never truly notice, but after living there for so long, I think my subconscious knew. The paint strokes on the wall in slightly different directions than before. The tiles of the floor seeming slightly colder than usual. The marble pattern of the countertops just seeming...off. I was seeing something so very familiar, yet not what I knew. The bigger picture hadn't changed, but every tiny detail making it up had.
I avoided finding myself. I left the house as soon as possible and explored the new world. Nothing was substantially new, and I wanted to experience more. So I kept pressing the button. That first week or so had me switching universes at least 20 times a day. It turns out that about half of them don't contain any life - But that's still an infinite amount. 50% of the endlessness is still endless.
It only took a few weeks before I wanted to find another me and speak to them. The times I did were wonderful at first - Experiencing myself from a third-person perspective is something I could hardly wrap my head around. And neither could me - the other me. As selfish as it sounds, meeting myself for the first time is a fond memory I have.
That was 25 years ago. Since then, I have visited realities where our technology has become so much more advanced; They taught me a lot. I've seen Earths with 3 moons, I've witnessed the globe after an apocalypse, and I've experienced a world where humans were not the dominant species. I have done everything twice, and to be honest... I grew tired of it. When you have every possible scenario in the palm of your hand, what's the point?
Every insect on every tree in all the forests on Earth.
Every possible arrangement of every grain of sand on the beach.
Every single molecule of every drop in the ocean, multiplied by a billion.
None of those numbers even come close to the infinity that this device could reach. When you know that your life is 1 in infinity, you have mathematically and scientifically proven yourself to be nothing. 0.
The first time the multiverse truly scared me is not on any of the near-death experiences I've had in my journies. It's when I first found a universe in which I never existed. Nobody knew or cared. My family; my friends; my colleagues - they were all just as happy. If a puzzle piece is not even a requirement to finish the puzzle, why include it in the box?
I've done things I'm not proud of. When I say I've done everything twice, I mean everything - The good and the bad. I've caused extinctions on entire Earths just for fun. The overall number of living beings in the multiverse is always infinite - So do deaths even count? Murdering 8,000,000 people sounds like a lot, but compared to the infinite that is left and always will be left, it's not even a drop in the ocean. Actions have no consequences when you have seen the boundless infinity. I have killed you before.
Don't feel so down about that, though. Those people are all still alive in every other universe. You're still alive in this one. Those actions had a net loss of nothing. I'm not evil - Given infinite possibilities, everyone would eventually do everything. It's just a game of probabilities at that point. You would do it, too.
There was a time when I wished I could still be surprised, and that time was only a few days ago. But I may have wished too hard, because for the first time since I started my travels, I am experiencing something new. In hindsight, it was obvious that something like this would happen eventually, but it simply never crossed my mind.
I met another me. This in itself wasn't a surprise; I meet myself all the time. But this me was different - He had also discovered multiversal travel. He had been travelling for about as long as I had and was growing just as bored with the same old new. I don't know what's less likely - Bumping into each other, or not having bumped into each other sooner.
We shared our experiences, and although neither of us had done anything the other hadn't, it still felt nice. It felt nice that someone could truly understand how alone and insignificant I felt amongst it all. You can imagine my interest when he told me he had a plan that would allow us to truly experience something new.
I jokingly said "Well the only thing we haven't tried,"
He knew the end of the sentence, "is death!"
"Exactly," we both laughed, "is that your plan?"
He smiled as he clarified, "We both think the same way - You know that's not my plan. Because if it were,"
I finished his sentence, "it would be a bad plan. Because even death is insignificant."
We exchanged a melancholy smile, a face I'm used to pulling, but not seeing.
He broke the silence. "It's a bit bigger than that. I'm thinking something like...the death of everyone."
I was confused at first. "Like, taking this entire universe out with us in it? What's even the difference? There are still infinite other universes left. It'd still equate to nothing, mathematically."
"No, my dearest me. I mean everyone. Taking out the multiverse."
My emotions whirred to life for the first time in decades. I felt dread, terror, fear...
"The multiverse?" I asked this with an almost shaky voice. Feeling such a primal emotion felt strange, almost new. Death doesn't scare me, not now that I've experienced it all. But the idea of nothing existing? That's something worth being frightened over.
"Exactly. Here, I've got it all planned out."
He handed me multiple sketches - plans to alter our devices in a way that wouldn't pull the user through the multiverse, but instead, pull reality apart. Not just nearby, but across every single universe. It required both of our devices' parts to succeed.
I've run the numbers again and again. I've found no faults.
"You can't be serious."
"As I said, we both think alike. You know I'm serious."
"I do NOT think like you. This isn't a plan, this is an ending."
"Well perhaps when the author refuses to write an ending, someone needs to step in and force it."
It was only at this point that I realised, just because someone is genetically you, it will never make them you. The only me is me. There is only one of me. There is only one of you. The infinite number of us across the multiverse are identical in every way, but they are not us. Only you will ever get the true privilege of being you.
He spoke again, "It's all or nothing. You know what it's like - Ending one life, a million lives, a TRILLION lives, all total to nothing. The only way to get anything greater than 0 is to go for everything. There are two options here - Insignificance, or the total end of it all... And I'm sick of living the former."
"A single death is not insignificant, it --"
"You spoke it yourself, did you not?"
It began to dawn on me all the horrific acts I've committed in my search for new things to do.
"Yes. But that was then... This is now..."
He knew I wasn't going to help him. Truthfully, I think he knew that from the beginning - He reached into his pocket and pulled out a device. He did this whilst already holding his own in his other hand. I hastily reached into my own pocket to confirm what I already knew, as my pocket was empty.
"I'm sorry we couldn't see eye-to-eye."
With that, he pressed a button, and was gone. He left me stranded in this universe. Your universe.
Needless to say, we're still alive. I just don't know if that's going to last.
Maybe someone stopped him, maybe he just hasn't activated it yet. I cannot predict what is going to happen, and that terrifies me almost as much as his plan itself. It's not a feeling I'm used to anymore.
Maybe nothing will happen. I hope nothing will happen. But I felt it my duty to inform you, so that if you see on the news that something at the distant edge of our galaxy is rapidly moving towards us, at least you'll know what it is. It's the end of everything, ripping apart everything in its path.
Everyone in the other universes will have no idea what's headed for them.
Only this one will.
A 1 in infinity chance - 0% odds of this universe being the one to find out.
And yet here we are.
Maybe that does make this one significant after all.
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2023.03.31 17:38 CmndrBurnham [FS] [US] Size 41/ US 8.5 Chanel Military Style Lace Up Boots, Tall (Never Worn) Factory Uknown $100

Listen, I’m a suburban toddler mom who in a moment of fantasy ordered these very cool boots that I’m never gonna have the guts or places to wear. In addition, they are a little small. I measure a 25.7, usually buy a 41 and until now – even those have been a hair too roomy. These are snug. I can wear them without socks, which is not ideal for boots.... I think these are best described as a true US 8.5. I normally buy a US 9, because 8,5 Wides are not widely available.
Photos: https://imgur.com/a/Cx5wsn8
Original Price Paid (including shipping): $103 ($93.84 +$20 shipping)
Selling price: $100 including shipping
Price explanation: These are tall/ solid and am expecting shipping to be in the $20+ range. Have also never been worn except for a try-on on carpeted floors.
What’s included: There is nothing included but the boots. They did not come with dust bags, etc.
Reason for selling (RFS): A little small for my foot and big for my lifestyle
Original Seller and factory: Purchased from Jawakye on AliExpress https://www.aliexpress.us/item/3256804705103146.html?spm=a2g0o.order_detail.order_detail_item.5.6a55f19ct2b5mg&gatewayAdapt=glo2usa&_randl_shipto=US
When it was ordered/Condition of the item: Purchased November 2022. Shipped after about a month and took several weeks to arrive.
Quality / Accuracy: These boots are actually pretty great. I gasped when they came in. Because they are laceups, they are adjustable if you have a larger calf. The only thing I do not think is quality is the CHANEL on the back. I actually planned to order a lambskin chain and replace the CHANEL logo strap at the back with them to make it a little more low-key. But, the boots are also small for me, so between the DIY and size, I am deciding to sell.
I have not seen an auth version for these searching online, but that seems very common with Chanel in my limited experience.
Housekeeping: PayPal Goods and Services only. Once the item leaves the Post Office, I am no longer responsible. No refunds, yada yada. I ship within two business days and can hustle if you need it faster.
Please, let these boots live the life they deserve.
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2023.03.31 17:38 StepwiseUndrape574 GTA 6 Fan Made 4K Concept Trailer Rendered In Unreal Engine 5 Is Drop Dead Gorgeous

Rockstar Games can't release Grand Theft Auto VI fast enough, though as we eagerly (and impatiently) await for the next installment in the long-running GTA franchise, fan made trailers have us drooling at what the actual product could look like. The latest one comes from TeaserPlay, which used Unreal Engine 5 to render several different locations in stunning detail.
The actual game isn't likely to use UE5. Rumor has it that Rockstar Games is leaning on its own proprietary RAGE9 graphics engine, and that's both plausible and, in our opinion, very likely to be true. TeaserPlay acknowledges this in the description to its concept trailer, suggesting it wanted to render several possible locations in UE5 so we'd have something to compare with down the line.
Check it out below...
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In the order they appear, the trailer showcases Vice City, San Fierro, Las Venturas, and Liberty City. The shots inside what appears to be a high-rise apartment complex in Las Venturas look especially crisp as the camera pans over a carpet and into a kitchen island with some veggies and pasta in the background, though it's far from the only scene that stands out.
"I/we use the most powerful features of Unreal Engine, such as ray tracing, lumen, nanite [virtualized geometry], screen ppace reflections, and MetaHuman so that the graphics are as close as possible to a next-gen sandbox game," TeaserPlay states.
There are a ton of leaks and rumors surrounding GTA 6. One of the more recent ones suggest there will be at least two playable protagonists, one of which is a Latina woman. The franchise hasn't featured a playable female character in a long time.
Rockstar Games has been rather short on details for the next installment, though it has at least confirmed that GTA 6 is in development.
"With the unprecedented longevity of GTA V, we know many of you have been asking us about a new entry in the Grand Theft Auto series," the devloper shared in a blog post last February. "With every new project we embark on, our goal is always to significantly move beyond what we have previously delivered—and we are pleased to confirm that active development for the next entry in the Grand Theft Auto series is well underway."
No release date has been mentioned, though Rockstar Games will share its next earnings report in early August. It's possible we will get an update at that time.
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2023.03.31 17:38 Expensive_Secret312 Do I allow my Son contact with his ‘Father’.

I (f35) have 2 children. I have been in a relationship with my partner for 12yrs, we share a daughter (7) and My son (14) not biologically his but he has raised him as his own for 11yrs. My son’s biological was abusive and controlling when we were together, when I finally got the courage to leave him, he tried to destroy my life. He told people I was a drug addict (I wasn’t) and he locked me out of my own house one day when I came back from work and he wouldn’t allow me access to my son. Removed all my belongings and refused me access to the house. He essentially made me homeless and He made everyone believe I was an unfit mother and turned everyone against me. All because I told him I was leaving him. During this time I had met my now partner, we became firm friends and he helped me out so much, with a place to stay and support, to the point we developed strong feelings and we eventually after many months became a couple. He helped me fight everyone to get my name cleared and my son back. It’s only when my ex started seeing someone else that he realised my son was a burden to him and one day, I got a call from social services to tell me that they wanted to grant me full custody of my then 2yr old son and told me that he had been mentally, emotionally and physically abused by his biological father. I can’t even tell you how much this broke me. I became so dangerously furious with my entire family for allowing this to happen, for believing a man that had abused me, for not helping me when I needed it. The day came when my son was handed over to me and I was told that me ex was to be kept away from him at all costs. The years went by and my poor boy needed therapy. He was traumatised by what his biological had done to him. It broke my heart, I feel and felt so to blame. It was my job to keep him safe but i didn’t. But myself and my partner poured everything into him, raised him, gave him everything he needed and wanted. He’s 14 now and the boy has had a very privileged life. He’s now non the wiser about what he went thorough. We’ve worked damn hard to give both our kids what we have. Anyway. My son has had ZERO contact with his biological in 11yrs. Not a scrap. He contacted me once in 11yrs to ask if he could see him, but I was instructed to keep him away, so I did. So imagine my shock when I get a phone call, his swim instructor called to tell me a man had been acting strange with my son and had collared him outside telling him he was his Father and that he wanted to know him and speak to him. This is the first contact he’s had with him since he was 2 and the mother in me is absolutely screaming to keep him away. But I’ve just spoken to my son and he’s said he wants to know him. To say I’m heartbroken is an understatement, I feel sick. My partner feels betrayed, I don’t know what to. I want my son to be happy, BUT this man abused us both. He’s done nothing for him his entire life, he doesn’t know him. He shouldn’t be allowed to just walk in after all this time and play doting dad. Don’t know what to do. Do I have a right to stop my son. Is it right to stop him. My instincts are to keep him safe. And letting him see his biological who abuse him when he was a baby isn’t doing that. But it’s been so long since that. Am just thinking of myself now. I don’t know what to do. All and any opinions would be greatly appreciated. 😢
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2023.03.31 17:38 splotchy_boi monika is actually the hero! (decodes chr. file)

Can you hear me?
…Who are you?
I can’t…I can’t see you.
But I know you’re there. Yeah…you can definitely hear me.
You’ve been watching for a while now, right?
I guess I should…introduce myself, or something. Um…my name is…actually, that’s stupid. You obviously already know my name. Sorry.
Anyway…I’m guessing if you were able to put a stop to this, you would have done it by now.
I mean, I know you’re not, like…evil, or anything…because you’ve already helped me so much.
I should really thank you for that. For everything you’ve done. You’re really like a friend to me. So…thank you. So much.
I think…more than anything else…I really don’t want it to all be for nothing.

Everyone else is dead.
Maybe you already know that. I’m sure you do, actually.
But…it doesn’t have to be that way, right?
Well…there’s a lot of stuff I don’t understand. I don’t know if it’s even possible for me to understand it.
But I know that this isn’t my only story.
I can see that now. Really clearly.
And I think everyone else has had the same kind of experience. Some kind of deja vu.
It’s the Third Eye, right?
Anyway…I could be totally wrong about this. But I really think you might be able to do something.
I think you might be able to go back…or however you want to put it…
…To go back and tell them what’s going to happen.
If they know ahead of time, then they should be able to avoid it.
They should…if they remember their time with me in the other worlds…they should remember what I tell them.
Yeah. I really think this might be possible. But it’s up to you.
I’m sorry for always being…you know…

Never mind. I know that’s wrong.
This is my story. It’s time to be a fucking hero.
Both of us.
2018
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