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Hi all. I live in Ohio and go to university here. I (22F) live with 3 other females, all 22 years old.
To start, I joined these girls lease last year as they had an open room, I did not know them previous to moving in.
One of my roommates, E (F22) has a dog. He has lived in the house since our lease started in May.
Around thanksgiving, I was thinking about adopting a puppy. Before adopting the dog I asked all of my roommates if they would be okay with another dog moving in, and there was no one opposed.
Flash forward, I adopt the dog and he moves into the house. All of the girls met him and loved him. They all sat in the living room and each of them pet him etc…
Since I would not consider myself friends with these girls I spend my time at home in my room. My dog, who I’ll just call L, follows me around the house and is only ever in common space if he is playing with the other dog at my house or when I am cooking (and he just sits at my feet).
Flash forward to early February, I receive a text from my roommate H, stating that I do not watch my dog and he is all over the house and is overall a bad dog. Now mind you, my dog is 5 months old at this point, is attached to my hips at all times, and never leaves my sight. She continued the message stating that his shedding has irritated her allergies. Mind you, she has pet him and called him over several times.
I replied telling her that he’s really only ever with me, and that I wasn’t sure what she meant by his poor behavior. I told her I was sorry about her allergies and that if it made her feel better I could vacuum the house more often. And that my vacuum is in the living room for anyone to use.
This turned into an in person conversation, where H, screamed at me about my dog and how her allergies are going to put her in the hospital. I asked her what she would like me to do and she asked again to vacuum more, I again replied that I have no problem vacuuming more and I asked her to be more respectful when texting me.
To which she screamed “thank for caring about my feelings” ran upstairs and slammed her door.
I then proceeded to take my dog on a walk where I received this message: “If I end up in the hospital because of YOUR dog, then you’ll be paying the expenses. You need to take some responsibility”
I responded and said that my dog is in my room/outside 23/24 hour of the day and that I would vaccine more like she requested.
Since this argument, there have been some flare ups of her getting mad at me since I confronted her about using my cookware and cooking oil.
I have been vacuuming every morning, and I leave my vacuum in the living room for anyone to use. I also make sure that if H is in a common area and I need to cook or take my dog outside that my dog does not go up to her at all. I also have been using a deshedding brush and brushing him outside as needed (3-4x a week)
This girl will not look me in the face or say hi back to me, which is honestly fine.
Now it’s the end of March. My grandfather passed away last week and I was packing up my room and my dogs stuff to drive home to attend his funeral. While I was packing up H was sitting in the living room, which my room is attached to. The two dogs started playing and my dog got close to H which made her upset and she ran upstairs. I finished packing up my car, being upset that I was driving to a funeral.
Which then during a drive I receive a phone call. It was a number I didn’t recognize and I let it go to voicemail. A few moments later I receive a text, it was H’s dad. The message read “Hello. This is Hs father. I just tried calling; I’d like to discuss some concerns H raised with me regarding your inability to clean up after your dog which has exacerbated her allergy and asthma symptoms. Please call at your earliest convenience so that we might discuss this issue respectfully. Thank you.”
I took a deep breath and gave him a call back. The call stated with him saying that H had my dog jump on her today (he is an English bulldog, and I’ve never seen him jump on anyone and he definitely didn’t jump on her today as he was next to me while packing) he said that she went upstairs and that she said that I was upset and stormed off and left. He asked me if this was true. I told him absolutely not it wasn’t true I was not upset I was just leaving for my grandfathers funeral.
I explain to him the situation and how I vacuum everyday and how if I am not home my dog is crated in my room and how I make sure that my dog and H do not come into direct contact. I could tell that my roommate H had lied to her dad about the situation and exagurated the details making me seem like a monster.
I explain the situation more and he threatens to get my parents involved. Which I am a full adult. I pay for my school I pay all of my bills and I pay my rent. And I pay for my dog. I found this quite ridiculous but I remained professional on the phone. Mind you I never gave him my phone number, his daughter must have sent it To him.
I ask if there is anything more he wants me to do, considering I already vacuum everyday, and I have kept a log of the dates and times of when I have vacuumed. No suggestions we’re givin he just asked me to continue what I am doing and that he sent his daughter a swifter back in mid February for her to use to help combat the fur. That swifter has been in the box in the living room since it arrived on the front doorstep.
The phone call was much longer than I described but I didn’t feel as if all the details were nesicarry to share in the post.
I guess all I am wondering is what is the legalaty that I could face. And if there was any legality where I could sue her for emotional damages due to living in a state of stress due to her actions.

From my pov, it seems very clear that Jinsung is closest to Baam relationship-wise (though you could argue for A.A. and Rak), as he’s essentially the closest thing he’s ever had to a father figure.
Baams actions speak for themselves in this regard too, re-joining FUG and literally waging war against Zahard’s army to save him (succeeding at that).
The whole war felt a lot like Tower of God’s own little Marineford (and if you know you know). So that basically got me thinking of the narrative value of Jinsung.
Where does it go from here? He’s already been saved once, we know Baam really cares for him, so what’ll happen next?
I for one can’t help suspect he’ll end up dead before this is all said and done. He’s the old mentor with a tragic past and a lot of grudges, and in stories like these, those kinds of characters rarely get to the end of it alive.
So what are your thoughts?

Hi all. I live in Ohio and go to university here. I (22F) live with 3 other females, all 22 years old.
To start, I joined these girls lease last year as they had an open room, I did not know them previous to moving in.
One of my roommates, E (F22) has a dog. He has lived in the house since our lease started in May.
Around thanksgiving, I was thinking about adopting a puppy. Before adopting the dog I asked all of my roommates if they would be okay with another dog moving in, and there was no one opposed.
Flash forward, I adopt the dog and he moves into the house. All of the girls met him and loved him. They all sat in the living room and each of them pet him etc…
Since I would not consider myself friends with these girls I spend my time at home in my room. My dog, who I’ll just call L, follows me around the house and is only ever in common space if he is playing with the other dog at my house or when I am cooking (and he just sits at my feet).
Flash forward to early February, I receive a text from my roommate H, stating that I do not watch my dog and he is all over the house and is overall a bad dog. Now mind you, my dog is 5 months old at this point, is attached to my hips at all times, and never leaves my sight. She continued the message stating that his shedding has irritated her allergies. Mind you, she has pet him and called him over several times.
I replied telling her that he’s really only ever with me, and that I wasn’t sure what she meant by his poor behavior. I told her I was sorry about her allergies and that if it made her feel better I could vacuum the house more often. And that my vacuum is in the living room for anyone to use.
This turned into an in person conversation, where H, screamed at me about my dog and how her allergies are going to put her in the hospital. I asked her what she would like me to do and she asked again to vacuum more, I again replied that I have no problem vacuuming more and I asked her to be more respectful when texting me.
To which she screamed “thank for caring about my feelings” ran upstairs and slammed her door.
I then proceeded to take my dog on a walk where I received this message: “If I end up in the hospital because of YOUR dog, then you’ll be paying the expenses. You need to take some responsibility”
I responded and said that my dog is in my room/outside 23/24 hour of the day and that I would vaccine more like she requested.
Since this argument, there have been some flare ups of her getting mad at me since I confronted her about using my cookware and cooking oil.
I have been vacuuming every morning, and I leave my vacuum in the living room for anyone to use. I also make sure that if H is in a common area and I need to cook or take my dog outside that my dog does not go up to her at all. I also have been using a deshedding brush and brushing him outside as needed (3-4x a week)
This girl will not look me in the face or say hi back to me, which is honestly fine.
Now it’s the end of March. My grandfather passed away last week and I was packing up my room and my dogs stuff to drive home to attend his funeral. While I was packing up H was sitting in the living room, which my room is attached to. The two dogs started playing and my dog got close to H which made her upset and she ran upstairs. I finished packing up my car, being upset that I was driving to a funeral.
Which then during a drive I receive a phone call. It was a number I didn’t recognize and I let it go to voicemail. A few moments later I receive a text, it was H’s dad. The message read “Hello. This is Hs father. I just tried calling; I’d like to discuss some concerns H raised with me regarding your inability to clean up after your dog which has exacerbated her allergy and asthma symptoms. Please call at your earliest convenience so that we might discuss this issue respectfully. Thank you.”
I took a deep breath and gave him a call back. The call stated with him saying that H had my dog jump on her today (he is an English bulldog, and I’ve never seen him jump on anyone and he definitely didn’t jump on her today as he was next to me while packing) he said that she went upstairs and that she said that I was upset and stormed off and left. He asked me if this was true. I told him absolutely not it wasn’t true I was not upset I was just leaving for my grandfathers funeral.
I explain to him the situation and how I vacuum everyday and how if I am not home my dog is crated in my room and how I make sure that my dog and H do not come into direct contact. I could tell that my roommate H had lied to her dad about the situation and exagurated the details making me seem like a monster.
I explain the situation more and he threatens to get my parents involved. Which I am a full adult. I pay for my school I pay all of my bills and I pay my rent. And I pay for my dog. I found this quite ridiculous but I remained professional on the phone. Mind you I never gave him my phone number, his daughter must have sent it To him.
I ask if there is anything more he wants me to do, considering I already vacuum everyday, and I have kept a log of the dates and times of when I have vacuumed. No suggestions we’re givin he just asked me to continue what I am doing and that he sent his daughter a swifter back in mid February for her to use to help combat the fur. That swifter has been in the box in the living room since it arrived on the front doorstep.
The phone call was much longer than I described but I didn’t feel as if all the details were nesicarry to share in the post.
I guess all I am wondering is what is the legalaty that I could face. And if there was any legality where I could sue her for emotional damages due to living in a state of stress due to her actions.

Hi, I have a question regarding a Rust server problem, not sure if this type of poat is allowed or if it is in the grey so admins please remove if im in a violation of a rule.
So I decided to host my own server and I did so using good old reliable LinuxGSM manager on my VM that runs Debian 11.
Server seems to work, my friends have no problem joining and playing but ONLY by connecting through the console.
Main problem is that the server does not appear in the server list at all and friend checked the black list for me and said it is not blacklisted.
Now i port forwarded ports: 27015, 27036, 28016, 28083, 27015, 27031-27036, 28015, and some need to be TCP some UDP and i chose both so they are open, people can connect via ip/domain.
Also I did not forward like shown, 1 by 1 I forwarded for example 27015-27036 tcp/udp and 28015-28083 also both tcp/udp so they are all in range inbetween.
I am also using cloudflare with my domain and a ddns because its on my homelab server and I dont have a static ip.
Can someone tell me what might ebe the problem, why isnt my server showing in the list? Some said its because of querry port but all ports are forwarded inbetween. Server uses few admin mods and gathedrop rate increase so I have declared it in game files as "modded=true"
Thank you guys!

CHAPTER VIII
KITE
They marched through the darkness for a while, with Kite doing his best to lead the way in the dim light. Eventually, his nose detected a foul smell, and when he reported it, Leo told him to describe it. It took him a second to find the right words, but he eventually said, “Well… it smells like that bottle we found back at the dewfarm.” Leo perked up at that. “We’re going that way then.” Kite didn’t like the sound of that. “Wasn’t that water… not water?”
“Something like that. We need to go that way.”
“Whatever. The smell’s faint, but it’s getting stronger in… this direction.” He pointed, and began to walk in that direction. After a few twists and turns through the Underdune, Kite saw a glimmer of light beginning to poke through. “We’ve got light.” He called back. Leo and Alouette both nodded, and Kite led the way to a ramp leading up into the light. As soon as he exited back out into the light of day, he stopped before he fell into a sea of black water. He did a quick rotation to try and get his bearings, and saw that they had exited into a small island in a sea of blackness. At least, it seemed like it. There were many small islands poking out of the water, and as he looked around, he saw a couple of buildings erected out of it. Leo exited next, and took his own look around. “Hmph. It’s a different part than we’d been through.”
“So you have no idea where we are.”
“Nope. Not a clue, except that we’re obviously in the Blacklands.”
“Well…” Kite asked, looking at the water with grim trepidation. “What now?”
“Let’s go check out the buildings.” Ploob came out next, and grimly shook his head. “Nope. Nope. Nope. Metal and Water don’t mix. You all go on. I’ll wait right here.” Leo turned, and glared at Ploob. “It’s not water. I don’t know what it is, but it’s not water.”
“So? Is that supposed to make me want to go in it? I don’t know what’s in it.”
“That’s right. You don’t. But it’s either that, or go back into the Underdune alone.” Leo gave him a half smirk, before turning back. “Your choice.” He called, jogging ahead to catch up to Alouette and Kite. Kite heard Ploob groan in disgust before following. They walked to the edge of the island, and jumped down into the water. Kite sniffed the water experimentally, and curled his lip in disgust. “What the hells is this? This isn’t any kind of water I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s cursed water.” Leo bluntly stated. “Something big died a long, long time ago, and it cursed the land around here.” What? Cursed water, corrupted by the death of some figure centuries, or even millennia ago? Kite’s brain began turning those details with all his studies about the Great Blood War. Was it possible that this accursed land (or lack thereof) used to be free and clear? Was this the Great Blue? The ancient legends said that the Great Blue was a hydro-utopia, free of all imperfections and guarded by the Great Wyrms who dwelled in it. He knew that those Wyrms were still alive. Putting those inconsistencies together proved that this wasn’t his goal, but it was getting closer. Something to study when he got the chance. However, right now he had to focus on trudging through this waist-high water, and the horrible sensations that were singing his flesh. At least it felt that way. When they finally managed to clamber over to the wooden dock, he gratefully accepted Alouette’s hand to help him out of the water. Only then did he realize what was happening. There were thousands of little bite marks all over his skin, weaving through the robes he wore. In fact, the robes were covered in small dark splotches that disappeared as he shook around. “Fucking hells. What’s in that water?”
“Parasites.” Leo answered, sweeping down his legs. “They live in there, and eat anything that stays in it too long.”
“Ugh!” Kite called, patting himself down to try and get as many of them off him as possible. Their bites began to burn slightly, then growing steadily more irritable as time passed. “Gods above…”
“Hey, look on the bright side. At least they’re not poisonous.” Leo chimed. Kite glared at him. “I really hope at least a few snuck down below.”
“They’re everywhere, man. Come on, let’s check this place out.” Kite tried to follow, but these bug-bites were getting really annoying. Alouette seemed to notice, and smiled at Kite. “I’ve got you.” She called, and clutched at her necklace. A soft yellow glow emanated from Alouette which spread over to Kite, and he felt a warmth overtake him. Wherever it went, the itchiness and irritation faded to nothingness. “Ah. Thanks, Alouette.”
“Don’t mention it.” She grinned back. They moved as a group to a small collection of huts that jutted out of the water next to a half-sunken tower. Kite walked over to the closest hut’s door, and tried the handle. “Locked.” He reported. Alouette moved close, raising her mace, but stepped back when Leo shook his head at her. Instead, Leo raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, produced a small glowing white glove. It floated ahead of the group, and slid its way under the door. Within a few seconds, Kite heard a soft “click”, and the door swung open. “Right. We’re in.” Leo called. Kite nodded, and entered the small hut. The hut was pretty bare, with a small bedroll laid out in the corner. Kite moved closer and carefully pulled back the cover. “Oh gods…” he muttered as a humanoid skeleton rolled out. Alouette walked over at the sound, and slowly shook her head. “Poor bastard.”
“He’s been here a while. Two centuries at the least. There’s not a drop of moisture in these bones.” Kite said aloud, picking up the femur. He turned when Leo said, “He was a soldier. Likely perished when the beast that cursed this land died.”
“Where’d you guess that?” Kite asked. Leo pointed to a rusted sword-hilt peeking out from the edge of the bedroll. “This place is as abandoned as it gets. Even the Vultures don’t like this place.”
“So why are we here then?” Ploob asked, exasperatedly. “Because this isn’t the only place here.”
“I get the feeling you know something more about this place.” Kite said, turning back to Leo. Leo didn’t smile, but Kite could feel his smug demeanor through the air between them. “I might. I might not.”
“Would you be so kind as to inform us then, so we aren’t caught unawares like this guy?” Kite asked with a frown on his face. Leo rolled his eyes. “Sure thing. Bring me a parchment and quill, and I’ll write out the entire history of this place, dating back all the way to the Great Blood War.” Kite raised an eyebrow. “You know that much, huh?”
“Let me put it this way. I know some things. I know some things about this place. I know some things about the thing that died here. Do I want to know? No. Do I want to tell you? No. Do I know where we need to go? Yes.”
“Well then, if you’re being so tight-lipped, where do we need to go?”
“I can feel… I sort of know where we’re going.” Kite raised his hands in exasperation. “Great. We’re just stumbling around in this gods-forsaken wasteland, and you don’t even fucking know where we’re going.” A frown appeared on Leo’s face. “Hey, I didn’t ask for this shit. You think I actually like being stuck in a swamp full of parasites? If I had my way, I’d be off doing anything, and I mean, ANYTHING else. If you don’t like it, you can either shut up, or leave. I’m not forcing you to be here.” Kite growled, and let one of his claws emerge. “Maybe I will.” He shot back. “Fine! Go. You’ll be dead within a day.” Leo waved him away, and Kite unsheathed the rest of his claws. “Kite! Don’t. It’s not worth it. Leo’s right. We can’t afford to split up now!” Alouette pleaded to him. With her insistence, Kite was able to think past his frustrations. They were right. Both of them. Kite retracted his claws, and nodded. “I’m sorry. You’re right. You’re right. It’s just… I hate not having control. I hate not knowing where we’re going.” Leo seemed to relax a little, and nodded sympathetically. “Yeah, I know the feeling. We’re getting closer, though. Once we’re done, we just keep going in this direction.” Kite nodded, and they went to check out the other houses. The next one was a sort of fishery, with racks of strange fishes lining the walls. There were buckets, rods, and bait all spread out haphazardly across the floor, and Kite went to examine the fish a bit more. To be fair, fish were a rarity that he’d read more about then actually seen. These matched no description he’d ever read. These fish were about as large as him, and looked quite heavy. He touched it, and marveled at the strange, slimy sensation of the scales on the outside. Kite opened the lower lip, and studied the sharp fangs in the fish’s mouth. They looked like they could seriously tear something up. Kite decided that this fish shouldn’t go to waste. He unsheathed a single claw, and tore one of the teeth from the jaw. He pocketed the tooth, and followed Leo out, who had apparently decided there wasn’t much to keep him interested here. Together, the group continued on through the muck, and failing passageways. “Hells sakes. Couldn’t they have included some guardrails?” Kite called after nearly falling when a plank broke beneath him. Leo smirked back. “Where’s the excitement in that?” Kite shrugged. “Better that than fall in.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me.” Leo said. Skib suddenly pointed ahead. “Skib thinks he sees it.” Kite craned his neck and thought he could make out the top of some kind of structure way out in the distance. “What is that?” Kite asked. Leo answered, “You’ll see soon. You’re going to love it.” Kite was sure he wasn’t. They continued trekking forwards, and the structure began to be revealed. It was a massive pyramid, surrounded on the lowest base by a curled tail of a slightly smaller wyrm. However, as they approached, the stench of death began to wave through the air. Kite had to pause every now and then to prevent himself from vomiting up his last meal. The other humanoids didn’t seem much better, with Alouette and Leo pulling clips from somewhere to plug their nose. “Can I get one of those?” Kite asked Leo. After a brief eyeroll, Leo pulled another one from his pack and handed it over. Kite plugged his nose, and tried to continue onwards. Soon, they could see the entire corpse wrapped around the pyramid. “Gods above…” Kite said. The massive Wyrm’s inky black skin was riddled with holes from centuries, if not millennia of decay. Only the gods could truly know. Skib slowly approached the dead Wyrm, and began to scrape the side with his claws. “Uh… Skib? Whatcha doing?” Kite called, only to watch as Skib pulled a vial from his bag and collecting some kind of dark liquid from the Wyrm. He then turned to Leo and nodded. What was that about? Kite followed Leo and Skib as they walked around the side of the pyramid, and began to scale the outside. Skib was tall enough to simply pull himself up each side, before turning back to help Leo up. He in turn, helped Alouette up, who helped Kite up. Ploob, meanwhile, simply rode his Rust Beast directly up the side. For once, Ploob took the lead. He whooped in excitement, and turned in his seat to look at the others. “See ya at the top, slowpokes!” He called. Kite shook his head in disgust, trying his best not to slow down, while simultaneously trying not to show how exhausted he was getting. It had been a long day, and he was rapidly approaching the limit of his stamina reserves. Alouette turned, and helped him up another step. “Come on, Kite. We’re nearly there.” She was right. Just four more, and they’d be at the top. He nodded breathlessly, and continued climbing. After four more exertions, they reached the top of the Pyramid. There, they all looked confusedly at a half-broken wooden door. “Uh… what does your sense tell you?” Kite says, letting his concern appear on his face. “We go in.” Leo says, kicking in the half a door. They walked inside, and Kite’s eyes took a second to adjust to the darkness inside. The light shining through the door illuminated a rickety elevator made of wood, a lever, and a single rusting chain. Skib didn’t even hesitate. He strode past everyone, and stood on the elevator. “Skib will operate it.” He said. Alouette looked at the chain with hesitation, and growing concern. “Skib, I don’t think that chain will hold.”
“Nonsense.” Skib replied, jumping up to grab ahold. He hung there on the chain for a solid minute before jumping back down onto the elevator. “Look. Safe.” He said. That seemed to be enough for Ploob who brushed past Kite and Leo to join Skib on the elevator. The elevator groaned in protest, and Skib flicked the lever. With a shudder, the elevator slowly started to descend into the darkness below. Kite looked at Alouette. “See? Skib knows what he was talking about.” Right as he finished saying that, the chain snapped, and the elevator collapsed into the darkness below.

In my research online for gold investing I am learning a lot of new things. Some salient points so far:

Gold is GOLD. The money of the Gods. Upside is promising. Doing up 60% in a decade is possible.
Gold Bars, Bullions, Biscuits = investment
Jewelry = Just plain bling, not as good to invest in. In crunch time, they sell at a loss. The buyer will probably melt it down, whatever art is worthless. Screw “craftsmanship”. Though some have made decent money, about 40% upside after 3-5 years for certain pieces.
24K goes for 4-5 grand per gram, 18k is like 3500-3800/g
Available smaller cuts - .3, 1, 2.5, 5, 10 - 30 gram, 50 gram onwards harder to come by and pricey
In Thailand Gold is cheaper by 20%, they obsessed with bling as well.
KSA, JPN gold is pretty much the same thing.
Per my canvass, Binondo/Gold Center Chinatown pricing very consistent. Online purchases more expensive.
The Chinese have a weird sense of art with gold. Some designs are just out of this world.
Bars/Biscuits the way to go for investment. Swiss bars more expensive.
It's a bloody zoo at the Binondo Gold Center. Amazing that all those people shop for bling. Scary because of COVID and crime.

Bling was never my style. In fact I don’t have friends or relatives that are that into jewels. Even my friends that own their own pawnshops don’t wear fancy watches, multi layer necklaces, rings, bracelets to match their flashy car or classy bags. The most attractive girls I met hardly wore any "excessive" bling.

Now the Youtubers I have seen are definitely very informative. However, I in the course of watching, I find them irritating. Some dress to nines as they feature jewelry shops. Often they look like a billboard out of Rustan’s –Gucci shirt, Chanel hat - you get my drift. As the video moves to portions in their home, I see their priorities. What comes first is the LV bag, Prada this, Hermes that. All the glam, way before fixing the rat hole that they live in. There was another chick, again, very informative and later on, all I could see was her materialism. She points to where to buy stuff, shows her collection and all. She uses the term “investment” a lot. Looking at her stuff, I don’t think she sells anything. She just hoards and shows it off online.

https://youtu.be/0zixfaBaZxI

I have also have yet to see a channel on jewelry shops hosted by someone properly educated, with a wider vocabulary that does not include words like “charot”, “besh” or “tropa”.
That’s cool. Whatever floats their boat right?
If ever I do this, gold will be an investment. To preserve wealth or when SHTF in the coming war. Period.
Maybe I’ll get me a necklace with a pendant to satisfy my “inner” Run-DMC vibe.

The title needs some context, so I'll provide that now.
I first learned drums in November 2017. I devoted all my time to memorizing the standard 4/4 rock groove on the high hat, snare, and bass drum. I continued playing through 2019, where my pieces involved some variation of the rock groove or a straightforward swing groove, which is pretty easy to learn and memorize. Unfortunately, my drumming was put to a halt when the pandemic came.
Fast forward to this year, when I'm starting to play the drum set again, and in my jazz band, I am attempting to learn more complicated parts, such as a bossa nova groove and samba groove. When learning more complex rhythms, I focus on one aspect of the part (like snare) and slowly introduce other (cymbal, bass, etc.) However, as soon as I try to incorporate more of the part, my body starts playing the 4/4 rock groove, or I'll start doing what new drummers do and playing the same rhythm on everything.
Does anyone have any tips to help alleviate this? Or do I just have to push through it and it will stop

my fp, my best friend of five years, broke off our friendship two weeks ago because it was bad for her mental health and i've been feeling progressively worse ever since. the tears and the hurt stopped on the first few days, now i'm just constantly numb and detached but i can't stop thinking about committing. there's genuinely no other thought in my head, i'm constantly thinking about how i'm not going to be here soon. there's no way out of this for me. i can't do this anymore, the thought of living past april makes me so tired. i don't have anything to live for anymore.
the part that stings the most is that she really does feel better without me. i can't even justify it as my overthinking because she herself said it to me, that she feels better amd that she hopes i will too. and i'm happy for her, i really am, but it just hurts so much.
our mutual friend, the one who tried to help me the first few days after everything happened, came over recently. i'm usually don't do shit like this because it's at the very least disrespectful, but i just don't care anymore. i went through their texts, and found out that this friend is the one who encouraged her to break up with me. i already suspected it so it wasn't a surprise for me, and i can't even bring myself to really care about that, but can't stop thinking about it. i genuinely love them both, but i can't care anymore. i would usually feel guilty because i know they don't want me dead, and if i go through with the plans then they both would feel awful, but i feel so empty and i think that was my last straw. i just can't do this anymore.

The entire universe was made from 9 notes of vibration. 528 hz is known as "The God frequency" although u will see a ton of different opinions on which one it is. I've settled on this. When I started aa, even though I was an opiate addict for 20 yrs. I noticed in order to be like this guy I saw in a meeting who owned a succesful business, had a beautiful wife, put 5 kids through school, and was the most peaceful and serene human being I had ever met. (Picture a late forties white guy monk) I had to hit a meeting a day, I had to call him once a day. And I had to start the steps. STEP 1-came to believe a power greater than myself can restore me to sanity Okay thats a problem for me.
The first book of the Bible was passed on orally for 100 yrs before ever written down. And christ introduced the idea that he was not only a powerful son of God but "we were too" and they crucified him for it, because heaven is a monarchy. There will not be a democracy in heaven. It would be dangerous for the catholic church to approve of this. And the jews had a monotheistic religion as well. So the church kicked jesus upstairs." OK ur the one. But that's it. Just you" Psalms 88 was referred to by Jesus when he answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye (or you too) are gods.... john 10:35 Just 2 verses later he refers to himself as "a" son of God. Do not be fooled by the italics, it does not mean emphasis, it means this word was subject to the interpretor. The original Greek word was "A" the church at the council of niccea changed it to "THE" son of God. So here a man was speaking of a beautiful Christianity that taught us the divine sonship in all of us. And then it was destroyed. By the pedestoolization of christ. Institutionalizing guilt as a virtue. And man with ego, creating a God with "ego"
So although I love church and I am (quick to see where religious ppl are right) I could not invest in this school of thought. So I continued...the Torah, uppanishads, Vedas, Quran, countless others. And then I went to science. Quantum theory, sacred geometry, conciousness science. , even stoicism.THERE WAS ONE SINGLE THEME IN EVERY SINGLE THING I RESEARCHED!!! AND THAT WAS THESE 2 WORDS "LET GO"
Then I realized. Religion is simply a vehicle. Just like a.a. was my vehicle to my higher power. And that when I did what nicoli tesla said by thinking in termz of "frequency and vibration." Then I found at amen comes from sankrit "om" which is the vibration or sound that rules all things in the Hindu religion. I started to realize for me, "higher power" meant just that. And I need not intellectualism my aa instructions, or the ppl that attend meetings, or the boring Ness of their shares, or the level of hot girls ar the meeting. I was simply there to charge UP! calling other folks who were either in a relationship with this power, or in a pursuit of this power recharged me. And the simple act of just being amongst them, just listening. I was of service to that circle and therefore myself.
Because I also learned from physics that "seperation" is an illusion. And if we removed the 99.9 % dead space from all of our atoms. We could fit the entire 8 billion man population inside a single sugar cube. Therefore I am you, and you are me. When I help u, it helps me. When I lead with love instead of fear. All these interesting things start to happen.
Then I learned self talk or prayer and meditation releases gamma oscillators in the brain. Off the chart amounts. And I read about hemi sync from a leaked program called the "gateway process" on CIA.GOV where Robert Monroe found a way to equalize our brain hemispheres, and change our heart rates to create a ....get this....."MATCHING VIBRATION TO OUR EARTH" or also known as....wait for it....(remember the 1st paragraph??) 528 HZ!!!!!!!
So now it all made sense, our bodies are 86% water. So that we can conduct electricity. 91% of DNA activity comes from light and sound, or vibration. So once I figured out we are all just antennas, and my q2 step program was a way for me to tune into the God channel. I understood why I should follow their suggestions, and engulf myself w folks with like minded energy. The program became my power source until I could provide my own with my change in moral psychology. And then I practiced meditation everyday for 2 weeks. And I'm not gonna go into it. But let's say I had no idea, that I could look God right in the face and speak to him, feel him.
I've had several very real physical spiritual experiences since my sobriety. And if you want know what I've found to be true. The entire aa book, and na book is " let go" application of these 2 words into every single situation in your life "besides driving" and you will be on your way to not only sobriety. But true real peace, happiness, serenity, and the loneliness will leave. My God experience, my current state of mind can be defined by pg 63 in the big book.
Established on such a footing we became less and less interested in ourselves, our little plans and designs. More and more we became interested in seeing what we could contribute to life. As we felt new power flow in, as we enjoyed peace of mind, as we discovered we could face life successfully, as we became conscious of His presence, we began to lose our fear of today, tomorrow or the hereafter. We were reborn." If u liked this, pls join my new group sobrietynothercoolsht to share ur experience n link w folks who r clean or trying to get clean. Trying to positively effect others n form a strong community in memory of my baby sister, who passed away 3 yrs ago from fentanyl. Thanks

The entire universe was made from 9 notes of vibration. 528 hz is known as "The God frequency" although u will see a ton of different opinions on which one it is. I've settled on this. When I started aa, even though I was an opiate addict for 20 yrs. I noticed in order to be like this guy I saw in a meeting who owned a succesful business, had a beautiful wife, put 5 kids through school, and was the most peaceful and serene human being I had ever met. (Picture a late forties white guy monk) I had to hit a meeting a day, I had to call him once a day. And I had to start the steps. STEP 1-came to believe a power greater than myself can restore me to sanity Okay thats a problem for me.
The first book of the Bible was passed on orally for 100 yrs before ever written down. And christ introduced the idea that he was not only a powerful son of God but "we were too" and they crucified him for it, because heaven is a monarchy. There will not be a democracy in heaven. It would be dangerous for the catholic church to approve of this. And the jews had a monotheistic religion as well. So the church kicked jesus upstairs." OK ur the one. But that's it. Just you" Psalms 88 was referred to by Jesus when he answered them, Is it not written in your law, I said, Ye (or you too) are gods.... john 10:35 Just 2 verses later he refers to himself as "a" son of God. Do not be fooled by the italics, it does not mean emphasis, it means this word was subject to the interpretor. The original Greek word was "A" the church at the council of niccea changed it to "THE" son of God. So here a man was speaking of a beautiful Christianity that taught us the divine sonship in all of us. And then it was destroyed. By the pedestoolization of christ. Institutionalizing guilt as a virtue. And man with ego, creating a God with "ego"
So although I love church and I am (quick to see where religious ppl are right) I could not invest in this school of thought. So I continued...the Torah, uppanishads, Vedas, Quran, countless others. And then I went to science. Quantum theory, sacred geometry, conciousness science. , even stoicism.THERE WAS ONE SINGLE THEME IN EVERY SINGLE THING I RESEARCHED!!! AND THAT WAS THESE 2 WORDS "LET GO"
Then I realized. Religion is simply a vehicle. Just like a.a. was my vehicle to my higher power. And that when I did what nicoli tesla said by thinking in termz of "frequency and vibration." Then I found at amen comes from sankrit "om" which is the vibration or sound that rules all things in the Hindu religion. I started to realize for me, "higher power" meant just that. And I need not intellectualism my aa instructions, or the ppl that attend meetings, or the boring Ness of their shares, or the level of hot girls ar the meeting. I was simply there to charge UP! calling other folks who were either in a relationship with this power, or in a pursuit of this power recharged me. And the simple act of just being amongst them, just listening. I was of service to that circle and therefore myself.
Because I also learned from physics that "seperation" is an illusion. And if we removed the 99.9 % dead space from all of our atoms. We could fit the entire 8 billion man population inside a single sugar cube. Therefore I am you, and you are me. When I help u, it helps me. When I lead with love instead of fear. All these interesting things start to happen.
Then I learned self talk or prayer and meditation releases gamma oscillators in the brain. Off the chart amounts. And I read about hemi sync from a leaked program called the "gateway process" on CIA.GOV where Robert Monroe found a way to equalize our brain hemispheres, and change our heart rates to create a ....get this....."MATCHING VIBRATION TO OUR EARTH" or also known as....wait for it....(remember the 1st paragraph??) 528 HZ!!!!!!!
So now it all made sense, our bodies are 86% water. So that we can conduct electricity. 91% of DNA activity comes from light and sound, or vibration. So once I figured out we are all just antennas, and my q2 step program was a way for me to tune into the God channel. I understood why I should follow their suggestions, and engulf myself w folks with like minded energy. The program became my power source until I could provide my own with my change in moral psychology. And then I practiced meditation everyday for 2 weeks. And I'm not gonna go into it. But let's say I had no idea, that I could look God right in the face and speak to him, feel him.
I've had several very real physical spiritual experiences since my sobriety. And if you want know what I've found to be true. The entire aa book, and na book is " let go" application of these 2 words into every single situation in your life "besides driving" and you will be on your way to not only sobriety. But true real peace, happiness, serenity, and the loneliness will leave. My God experience, my current state of mind can be defined by pg 63 in the big book.
Established on such a footing we became less and less interested in ourselves, our little plans and designs. More and more we became interested in seeing what we could contribute to life. As we felt new power flow in, as we enjoyed peace of mind, as we discovered we could face life successfully, as we became conscious of His presence, we began to lose our fear of today, tomorrow or the hereafter. We were reborn." If this was interesting. Pls join my reddit group I just started to honor my sister who passed from fentanyl. And share your experience strength n hope. Or share your pain and ask questions. I plan to post a lot and connect w everyone on there. It's sobrietynothercoolsht

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Phish, Wednesday 03/31/1993 (30 years ago) Roseland Theater, Portland, OR, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1993 WinteSpring Tour
Set 1 : Runaway Jim , Foam , Sparkle , Split Open and Melt > Mound , Punch You in the Eye , Sample in a Jar , Reba , I Didn't Know ¹ , David Bowie ²
Set 2 : Lengthwise ³ -> Maze , Bouncing Around the Room , Uncle Pen , Harry Hood ⁴ , Big Ball Jam , It's Ice , You Enjoy Myself , Harpua > She's So Cold ⁵ > Harpua , Chalk Dust Torture
Encore : AC/DC Bag , Sweet Adeline
1 Fish on washboard. 2 All Fall Down and Simpsons signals. 3 The segue from Lengthwise to Maze included an audience assist: the audience continued to sing the Lengthwise chorus after Fish finished, and the Maze high- hat intro completed the transition. 4 Simpsons signal. 5 Phish debut; incomplete.
Show Notes:
I Didn't Know featured Fish (introduced by Trey as "Madonna") on washboard. Bowie included All Fall Down and Simpsons signals; Hood later contained another Simpsons signal and Pink Panther theme and Odd Couple theme teases. The segue from Lengthwise to Maze included an audience assist: the audience continued to sing the Lengthwise chorus after Fish finished, and the Maze high- hat intro completed the transition. Harpua contained Buried Alive and Axel F teases. The Phish debut of She's So Cold was incomplete. At the end of Chalk Dust and again before AC/DC Bag, Trey made comments about Bonnie Raitt, who was also playing in town and whom he "has a big crush on." Sweet Adeline was dedicated to "Nina," who lost her ID and got it back from Trey on stage.
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Phish, Tuesday 03/31/1992 (31 years ago) The Blue Note, Columbia, MO, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1992 Spring Tour
Set 1 : Wilson > Divided Sky , Glide , Split Open and Melt , Rift , Reba , Take the 'A' Train > Llama , Colonel Forbin's Ascent > Fly Famous Mockingbird > Run Like an Antelope
Set 2 : Mike's Song > I Am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove , Fee , Poor Heart , Stash , The Lizards , Cavern , Dinner and a Movie > My Friend, My Friend , My Sweet One ¹ , Cold as Ice > Love You > Cold as Ice , Possum ²
Encore : Sweet Adeline ³
1 Started out much slower than normal; several subsequent tempo changes. 2 Aw Fuck!, Oom Pa Pa signals and two Simpsons signals. 3 Without microphones.
Jamchart Notes:
Stash - Unusually long version for this time period. Although largely straightforward, the jam features some great stacatto plucking by Trey and great tension building.
Show Notes:
Trey teased Buried Alive in Melt and Dixie briefly in 'A' Train. The Mockingbird narration contained an explanation of Gamehendge. My Sweet One started out much slower than normal, gradually speeding up with several subsequent tempo changes. Possum had Aw Fuck!, Oom Pa Pa signals and two Simpsons signals. Sweet Adeline was performed without microphones.
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Phish, Sunday 03/31/1991 (32 years ago) Berkeley Square, Berkeley, CA, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1991 WinteSpring Tour
Set 1 : Buried Alive > Cavern , Runaway Jim , Colonel Forbin's Ascent > Fly Famous Mockingbird , The Landlady , My Sweet One , Esther > Possum ¹ , I Didn't Know , Mike's Song > I Am Hydrogen > Weekapaug Groove
Set 2 : Harry Hood , The Sloth , The Squirming Coil , Stash , Uncle Pen , Guelah Papyrus , Bouncing Around the Room > Run Like an Antelope
Encore : Reba , Highway to Hell
1 Charlie Chan and Oom Pa Pa signals.
Show Notes:
Possum contained Charlie Chan and Oom Pa Pa signals. Mike teased Heartbreaker in Mike's Song. Hydrogen contained Woody Woodpecker theme teases from Trey. Weekapaug included Divided Sky and Dave's Energy Guide teases from Trey.
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Phish, 1990-03-31 Der Rathskeller, Memorial Union, University of Wisconsin, Madison, WI, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/phish-march-31-1990-der-rathskeller-memorial-union-university-of-wisconsin-madison-wi-usa.html
Tour: 1990 Tour
Show Notes:
Phish, Friday 03/31/1989 (34 years ago) The Front, Burlington, VT, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1989 Tour
Set 1 : Whipping Post
Show Notes:
No setlist exists but Kuroda recalls a long version of Whipping Post was performed at the show that he describes as his favorite Phish rendition of a cover song.This information is from Phish.com.
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Phish, Thursday 03/31/1988 (35 years ago) Kenny's Castaways, New York, NY, USA
Gap Chart, Tour: 1988 Tour
Set 1 : I Didn't Know , Golgi Apparatus , Fee > AC/DC Bag > Possum , Fluffhead , Alumni Blues , The Lizards , Colonel Forbin's Ascent > Fly Famous Mockingbird , Take the 'A' Train , Fire , You Enjoy Myself , Wilson
Show Notes:
This was the first ever Phish show in New York City. AC/DC Bag was sung for Roger (presumably Roger Holloway), who was in attendance.
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Trey Anastasio

Vermont Jazz All-Stars, 1999-03-31 Tuttle Middle School Auditorium, South Burlington, VT, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/trey-anastasio-march-31-1999-tuttle-middle-school-auditorium-south-burlington-vt-usa.html
Tour: Not Part of a Tour
Show Notes: The Tuttle Middle School Jazz Band, led by Dave Grippo, performed their annual spring concert. Then Trey, along with the rest of the Vermont Jazz All-Stars joined Grippo for this set of jazz.

Mike Gordon

The Music of Paul Simon, 2014-03-31 Carnegie Hall, New York, NY, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/mike-gordon-march-31-2014-carnegie-hall-new-york-ny-usa.html
Tour: Not Part of a Tour
Show Notes: Twenty artists performed twenty Paul Simon classics to benefit youth-centered music education programs in New York City. Mike performed Late in the Evening on acoustic guitar and vocals, backed by Antibalas, who had served as the house band for the evening. Mike also joined the show's conclusion (The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)) that featured all of the evening's performers, including Allen Toussaint, Angelique Kidjo, Ben Sollee, Bettye LaVette, Bob Mould, Brett Dennen, Ann Wilson, Isobel Campbell & Andy Cabic, Joe Henry, Josh Ritter, Joy Williams, Judy Collins, L.P., John Doe, Madeleine Peyroux & Jon Herington, Sam Moore, Bob Forrest & Gibby Haynes, and Richard Marx.

John Fishman

Pork Tornado, 2000-03-31 Theatre of the Living Arts, Philadelphia, PA, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/jon-fishman-march-31-2000-theatre-of-the-living-arts-philadelphia-pa-usa.html
Tour: Fish - Pork Tornado Spring 2000
Show Notes:

Other

Amfibian, 2001-03-31 Higher Ground, Winooski, VT, USA
Setlist: https://phish.net/setlists/guest-appearance-march-31-2001-higher-ground-winooski-vt-usa.html
Tour: Not Part of a Tour
Show Notes: "Thesba" through "Driver" were performed by Trey on acoustic guitar and vocals and Tom Marshall on vocals; Stephen "Tebo" Thomas also added vocals on "Thesba." Tom, Trey, Matt Kohut, and Pete Cottone performed "Wading in the Velvet Sea"; this constituted first live performance by the band UTALK. All the members of Amfibian performed the encores, with Trey on electric guitar.

Hello, I joined this page around 8 or so months ago when I was sure I had PCOS. My symptoms started almost a year ago, with hair loss and increased hair growth on my face, stomach etc. being the ones I was bothered by most. I went to my family doctor about this and she originally did not suspect PCOS but I had to go back a second time and then she finally believed me after seeing my hair growth and darkness on the back of my neck. I have never had irregular or missed periods which is why she might have been hesitant in the first place.
After what seemed like dozens of blood tests, it came back that I had elevated DHEAS (I believe I'm about two "points" above the normal range). So this made my doctor refer me to a gyno. My doctor also ordered thyroid panels, blood sugar, and all that and they were all normal. I also did get my ovaries checked and there were no cysts.
She told me the gyno was the one who had to officially diagnose me. While I waited for this appointment (almost 6 months) I fully convinced myself I had PCOS as my hair kept falling out, my facial hair kept growing, I was losing mass in my legs and gaining stomach fat, etc. After researching SO MUCH, I concluded that if I were to have pcos it would be Adrenal pcos as it fits best with my symptoms. So the gyno appointment finally comes and this doctor essentially takes one look at my chart and tells me I do not have two of three things that qualify me for PCOS. I only had one symptom (the hair stuff) and I do not have an irregular cycle or cysts (the other two that are on the checklist). She was very rude and every time I asked her a question about my symptoms she just said they were happening by chance.
I am completely lost at this point, I still feel like I have PCOS and am unable to get diagnosed/treated for it. The one thing the gyno said I could do was to go on birth control to regulate the elevated hormones, I am not very keen on this option because of all the side effects of birth control. I just want a proper diagnosis as to why my hormones are elevated. She also, of course, suggested lifestyle changes but I have lost weight within this time period and I have not noticed any differences. I am 19, I weight train, eat healthily, and sleep well. I don't know what I am doing wrong. I guess a PCOS diagnosis which is what I was hoping for would have brought me some more peace compared to what I got that day. This has been such a long and hard medical journey to work through and I just want to see an end to it. My derm suggested I see an endocrinologist. I'm thinking I ask my doctor for the hormone tests again to see if dhea has gone up because it feels like my hair symptoms are getting worse.
Does anyone have a similar experience of not being diagnosed with PCOS and still having elevated DHEAs? or not having cysts/irregular cycle and still getting the PCOS diagnosis?
I really appreciate the help, you are all very strong!

My friend and I just beat the island and we're going to start scorched earth but when we go to download our characters they aren't there. I've been playing for years and know this was an issue but I thought it got fixed. Both servers are on a cluster and I even restored a backup of the island but we can't even download our characters on there. We went back to our base to force join the tribe and saw our old characters just sleeping. So clearly they didn't get deleted but now we can't play as them. Does anyone know if this can be fixed? I'm on PC and my servers are on Nitrado.

It was three in the morning. I stumbled into my apartment, wasted, starving, carrying a bag of greasy takeout boxes filled with ginger beef, BBQ pork fried rice. I wolfed it down and then passed out. Typical Saturday night.
Wake up the next morning with little memory of the night before and the kitchen’s a mess, dirty plates in the sink, grains of rice scattered across the counter. Feel nauseous and head to the washroom and puke out everything in my stomach. Typical Sunday morning. Start cleaning up and notice a half-eaten fortune cookie sitting on the table with that thin strip of paper right beside it.
I walk over, eat the other half of the cookie, and prepare to throw the paper out. But before I do that, I decide to give it a read. For shits and giggles, you know?
“The people in the basement remember you.”
I almost laughed at first, because it seemed like something that I would do. Some cheeky young hire at the fortune cookie company slipping in a few creepy messages as a joke. I could appreciate it. It was funny enough.
Then I turned it around, and in place of the usual row of lucky numbers was what appeared to be an address. Now this was strange. The first thing I thought was that maybe it was the address for the factory the cookie was produced in.
That made sense. But did it really? If it was supposed to be an extension of the first joke, then it didn't quite track. But it also could’ve been an oversight, a mistake in the print.
Whatever, I thought. I tossed the paper into the trash and got ready for the gym, my way of feeling like less of a piece of shit after a night of heavy drinking.
Predictably it wasn’t the best workout, but that wasn’t entirely due to the hangover. I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the address. It hadn’t quite registered the first time I’d read it, but as I thought about it on the treadmill, I was pretty sure that I knew it from somewhere. It was familiar.
Finish with free weights, take a shower and then sit in a coffee shop with a sandwich and an espresso. And I’m still thinking about where I’d seen it before.
After getting home, I tried to resist the urge to fish the fortune out of the trash. I asked myself what the point was. Even if I did recognize it from somewhere, how was the effort worth it?
In retrospect, that was more of a cope. The source of my apprehension had been deeper than that, though it was something I couldn’t quite understand at the time. I felt nervous and I couldn’t justify why, which only served to make me even more nervous.
Eventually I caved and began digging through the trash. I held the paper up, looking at the address for a long time before a vague recognition slowly began to sink in.
Then I sat down at the computer and searched it up on google maps and as soon as the images loaded up, the memories began to flood in. The street I grew up on. The woods behind the cul-de-sac. The house that sat right across from ours.
I stared at the screen until it started not to feel real. Then I rechecked the address four or five times but there was no mistaking it. That was it. One of the houses I grew up next to.
Immediately I tried to rationalize it. What if somebody who's associated with the company lives there? Maybe something got mixed up and his data ended up in a fortune cookie.
No, I thought. That couldn’t be right.
Because that house had burned down years ago.
I tried to think back to that time but found that my memories of it were strangely distant, hard to recall. I must have sat there for hours, thinking, failing to recall anything of note. All I knew for sure was that for the vast majority of my childhood up to the beginning of high school, I lived right across from that house. And then something happened that caused it burned down and I moved away.
I couldn’t for the life of me remember what that event was, if anybody had died. Hell, I couldn’t even remember who had lived there. We must have met at least a few times, I thought. But I came up with nothing. It wasn’t even the case that I’d been too young, since I had memories from before we’d moved there. This just didn’t sit right.
For it to be a coincidence would be crazy. There was literally no chance.
So then what was this? It was a paralyzing thing to have on your mind, and it turns into all you can think about, all you can focus on.
Answers. I needed answers. Now there were a few options, the first being to go back to the takeout place in order to ask questions. Problem was, I’d pretty much blacked out that night and had only the haziest recollection of even ordering.
The other option was obvious enough. I had the address, after all.
It wasn’t too far away, maybe a forty-five-minute drive out of the city. As far as safety, I couldn’t imagine there being an issue. It was a suburban community, and it wasn’t like I was planning on breaking into the place or anything.
So I settled on it and made the drive over the next morning, and the house was exactly like I had thought. Completely burnt down, a blackened shell of a place. I thought seeing it in person might cause the memories to flood back in but that didn’t happen.
I sat there in my car for ten, maybe fifteen minutes and at no point did I ever see anybody else outside. So I decided to go in. I know that I said I wasn't planning to, but there was no way I was just going to leave it like that. There was no police tape, no signs telling me to stay out, and if there was anybody squatting, I’d just leave the way I came.
So I walk into the house and immediately my senses are assailed by dust and the smell of old, burnt wood. It’s darker than I had expected, and I use the flashlight on my phone to navigate. Look around the living room and then I remember the fortune, the supposed people in the basement. The hairs on the back of my neck stick up. I stop, listen carefully. Nothing but a light breeze outside and this gives me enough confidence to approach the basement door.
It’s closed, and the area around it seems to have taken less damage than the rest of the place. It almost looked untouched.
Reach out and grab the knob and push open the door. A wall of gloom. Shine the light down and it becomes smothered after the first few steps.
Stand there for a while, listening to nothing but my own breaths.
And then I hear something else, something faint. Maybe a footstep but I can’t be sure of it. Then I hear it again. And then again as it gets closer. Definitely a footstep. Probably a squatter, I think. It has to be. I want to call out and say something but can’t bring myself to do so. The air seems heavy and there’s an electric feel to it. It’s unnatural. I don’t like it at all.
I hear some more footsteps. And then it’s joined by another pair. And then suddenly it sounds like a dozen feet are stomping in unison, all of them getting closer to the base of the stairs. I slam the door shut and run out of there.
Afterwards I was sitting in my car, breathing heavy, trying to reconcile what the hell had just happened. I looked over at the house, almost expecting something to burst out the front door, a horde of emaciated ghouls or something. But nothing came and so I calmed myself down and drove away.
If I went looking for answers, I obviously didn’t find any. After arriving back in the city, I pulled over by the side of the road and took out my phone and looked through my search history, finding the bar that I’d gone out to that night. I drove over there and searched around the area and sure enough there was a small takeout place tucked into the far corner of a dingy strip mall.
I stared at it, trying to see if I could rouse up some memories of what had happened that night. It didn’t work, but I was still sure that this was the right place.
I got out of my car and walked in, practically storming up to the counter while the woman behind it stared at me with confusion on her face that was palpable even behind the forced smile.
“What can I get for you sir?” she asked.
Suddenly I felt the biggest idiot alive. What the hell was I supposed to say? What was I doing here?
Then I remembered that I had the fortune in my pocket and so I took it out and held it up.
“I was just wondering… about… this fortune I got… you see, there’s an address on it and I… it…”
Stammering through the sentence, I watched as the woman’s smile began to fade, slowly at first, until it morphed into a scowl, something malicious. But just as soon as it does, it’s back to the smile, causing me to question whether or not I had really just seen that.
“Just wait there for a minute sir,” she says to me, before disappearing into the kitchen. I look around. Nobody else in the restaurant but me. The place was blanketed by a creeping silence, the kind where you’re just waiting for it to be broken.
My eyes begin to wander, and I look up at a big, framed analog clock. Its hands aren’t moving. Then I look down and pick up one of the paper menus sitting in a stack on the counter. Open it up and every single item is just the same line of gibberish copied over and over and over.
I tense up, feeling like I’ve just walked into some obscure trap. I put the menu down and prepare to leave, taking one last glance back to make sure that nobody’s following me and right before I’m about to turn around, I see it.
A face staring at me through the kitchen window. It was pale and had a dead stare, and there was something off about it, something not quite human. But I didn’t look at it for long enough to figure it out.
I backed out through the doors and once in the parking lot, I turned and sprinted to my car. From there I sped back to my apartment, my heartbeat elevated dangerously high the entire drive.
I started to get a bit paranoid. Maybe something had followed me. Maybe something was hiding inside my bathroom. Thoughts like that.
After a while, I was able to calm down and I started to do some research on the restaurant.
Nothing came up.
No website, no telephone listing, nothing. A google map view of the street shows only the store that had presumably existed before it.
None of this shit is tracking and so I resort to looking for answers from a source I wouldn’t have gone to otherwise.
My father.
Now you need to understand that I have something of a strained relationship with the man. In other words, I haven’t made contact with him in over a decade. I don’t know where he lives, or what he’s done with his life, or if he’s even alive. I guess a relative would have told me if he had died, but I can’t even be sure of that.
The strangest thing is, as I sit here thinking about it now, I can’t even pin down why this would be the case, where my apparent resentment towards the man would be coming from. The memories I have of him are decent enough. I can’t recall him ever beating or screaming at me, nothing like that.
The more that I think about it, the more I get the feeling that it all has something to do with that house.
But I still had his number and so I decided to give him a call, just to ask some questions. I was almost certain that he would’ve changed it by now, but he ended up answering.
Of course, the call started out awkward. I was stumbling over my words, trying to find the right things to say, which was something that seemed next to impossible. Despite this, he sounded strangely calm about the whole thing, almost as if he’d been expecting the call.
I went ahead and told him everything that happened. The fortune cookie, the house, the footsteps in the basement, all of it. I wasn’t sure what kind of response I was expecting. That he’d call me insane, maybe? Ask me what in the hell I was even talking about? Why, after all these years of zero communication I’d be coming to him with some shit like this?
But surprisingly, he seemed to be understanding about it. He seemed to be taking me seriously. He told me to calm down, that he had something he needed to tell me, something he should’ve divulged years ago.
But he needed to do it in person. He told me that he was living in a town a few hours away, that he’d driver over and meet me at 3 PM tomorrow. I asked him where. His response?
The house. The fucking house. I asked him why it had to be there, if we could meet anywhere else. For obvious reasons, I had reservations about going back to the place. All he said was that I shouldn’t worry, that he’d explain everything once we were there.
The conversation certainly left a lot to be desired, but I've decided to go anyway. I'll sleep on it first, though. Maybe I'll change my mind in the morning.
But I don't think I'll be satisfied until I get some answers.

One that either just makes Oswald's hat all black or does that and lets me craft it/find it
And another that gives a custom t-51 paint job (make the torso and shoulders the same yellow as the Giddyup Buttercup instead of green)
I'm no good at modding myself but figured I could at least get some headway made here.
Thanks for all assistance in advance and fuck the weirdo rules set by sony.