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I am a hopeless romantic, social and optimistic person Job : Makeup artist and have my own makeup and skincare brand Hobbies: traveling, makeup , skincare , fashion, video games Favorite actor / actress: Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt , Angelina Jolie, Tom hanks , Merly Streep, Rachel McAdams Favorite movie: The Great Gatsby, meet Joe black, the curse of Benjamin button, the share of water , American beauty, parasite etc Favorite director : Sam Medes , Guillermo de Toro , Baz Luhermenn , David Fincher Favorite Disney movie: Lilo and Stich , monsters inc Favorite food : pizza Favorite drink: Coca Cola Favorite ice cream flavor: chocolate, lemon and pistachio Favorite pizza topping: pepperoni Favorite fast food restaurant: KFC Favorite place to travel at the moment: Morroco Favorite city: Rome Dream destination: Japan , Kenya and Usa Dream job : Hollywood actress Favorite song : young and beautiful Favorite album: Ocean Blvd by Lana del rey The decade with the best music: 90s and 50s Favorite artist: Lana del rey Favorite clothes store : Zara Favorite fashion icon : Bianca Jagger ,Marlyn Monroe ,Brigitte Bardot , Josephine Baker , Zendaya Favorite season: spring Favorite period in history: England in the 1500s and the 20s in the USA Favorite historical figure: Cleopatra Favorite quote: “ everyone dies but not everyone lives “ Favorite poem : “ the moon thought me There is beauty In darkness too That even when I don’t feel whole I am enough “

Throwaway for obvious reasons. (M18) Before you think anything, I should maybe add a bit of backstory. From a young age, starting maybe around 1st or 2nd grade, I was bullied a lot. A good amount of the bullying was because of my weight, as I've been a pretty big guy for years. So, as a result, I struggled with my self-esteem. A lot. I moved from my hometown about 6 years ago, possibly offering a new fresh start. Maybe people wouldn't bully me as much, you know. That's not the reason why my family and I moved, but it gave me a slight spark of hope. That was a bit short-lived. I didn't fit in at my new school, at all. I honestly have never really fit in anywhere. Which didn't make sense to me ever because I've been told all my life that I had a great personality, and this and that and yaddyaddyadda. I never believed it for a second because of that low self-esteem. Settling into our move was very difficult as well which certainly did not help. At some point, I kind of was struggling with suicidal ideation but I never said anything. Until one day. I don't remember the exact context because it never became relevant, but I think I got grounded for arguing with one of my siblings, and so that set me off. I wanted to kill myself. I have no idea why, but I told my parents at the dinner table. Which led to a series of events ultimately ending up with my dad being arrested, DCS (Department of Children's Services) ended up getting involved, I got checked for a broken skull (had a hand-shaped bruise on my head going into the next school day), and a bunch more stuff I never should have had to deal with. I'll spare you the rest of the details and leave you to fill in the blanks. From that point on, I would have episode after episode, getting worse and worse every time, regarding my mental state. Maybe every 3 to 6 weeks I would have one. After that first episode, I was in therapy more or less prescribed by my state. Let me tell you, if you're ever in a situation where you have state provided therapy, I feel sorry for you. It absolutely sucks. Big time. They basically ended up telling me that I had problems, not regarding depression, but that I was a judgmental, selfish, egotistical teen. Which, I know myself pretty well, and I'm none of those things. So, that didn't help me very much. Soon after, given me running away from home and all these other events, I eventually ended up in a mental hospital. That may have been one of the worst experiences of my life. I had already gone through some Biblical counseling through my church and other agencies, but none of that helped. The mental hospital certainly did not help either. Those things are more or less only there for the purpose of keeping you safe while they figure out how much and how many of each medication to put you on. They used group punishment to keep us quiet, the food was horrible, I couldn't sleep, I broke the shower and had no way to fix it, it just. SUCKED. I mean, obviously it's not meant to be a five-star hotel. But surely you're not supposed to leave there feeling more suicidal than you were coming in, right? Well, that's what happened. Fast forward to today. Since then, I haven't had any major episodes or anything. I almost had one when I nearly cost my entire education career for the sake of nicotine and weed. Thankfully the principal had pity on me and worked out a solution other than expelling me. I am forever grateful. But, that doesn't mean anything has changed. I knew that if I tried to kill myself, or do something, I'm not a very secretive person. I'm very bad at keeping stuff in. So, I just repressed my emotions the best I could. I had a new Christian counselor whom I was honest with but never really connected with much. Now, I just don't understand why nothing makes me feel any better. I don't enjoy anything I do but for like ten seconds while I'm doing it. And then that feeling is gone. Zapped out of my existence. I also have no motivation to do anything anymore, my sleep schedule is messed up, I constantly berate myself (not as much as I used to but it's still a common issue), and all this stress from school, work (until I got fired, twice, for stupid reasons I'll save for another day), and other places just won't go away. I've tried everything to make myself feel validated to where I don't want to kill myself: drugs, therapy, counseling, friends, video games, music, etc. None of it does anything for me, especially anymore. I have to keep acting happy because I don't want my parents to be suspicious of me. We usually have good communication but they're not much of a help when it comes to understanding me anymore. So, my question is this. If nothing is helping me, and I've tried what seems to be everything, why should I go on? What hope is there for me? Obviously if I'm asking these questions, I'll still be alive to read them. So, take this as you will. At this point it just seems that there's nothing that will help. And I always have a plan if I do decide to end this useless fight, a harmless one at that. But that doesn't mean I'll do it. So please, give me anything you've got. I'm desperate. Signed, a Redditor

https://imgur.com/a/sPhAlLa I am a hopeless romantic, social and optimistic person Job : Makeup artist and have my own makeup and skincare brand Hobbies: traveling, makeup , skincare , fashion, video games Favorite actor / actress: Leonardo DiCaprio, Brad Pitt , Angelina Jolie, Tom hanks , Merly Streep, Rachel McAdams Favorite movie: The Great Gatsby, meet Joe black, the curse of Benjamin button, the share of water , American beauty, parasite etc Favorite director : Sam Medes , Guillermo de Toro , Baz Luhermenn , David Fincher Favorite Disney movie: Lilo and Stich , monsters inc Favorite food : pizza Favorite drink: Coca Cola Favorite ice cream flavor: chocolate, lemon and pistachio Favorite pizza topping: pepperoni Favorite fast food restaurant: KFC Favorite place to travel at the moment: Morroco Favorite city: Rome Dream destination: Japan , Kenya and Usa Dream job : Hollywood actress Favorite song : young and beautiful Favorite album: Ocean Blvd by Lana del rey The decade with the best music: 90s and 50s Favorite artist: Lana del rey Favorite clothes store : Zara Favorite fashion icon : Bianca Jagger ,Marlyn Monroe ,Brigitte Bardot , Josephine Baker , Zendaya Favorite season: spring Favorite period in history: England in the 1500s and the 20s in the USA Favorite historical figure: Cleopatra Favorite quote: “ everyone dies but not everyone lives “ Favorite poem : “ the moon thought me There is beauty In darkness too That even when I don’t feel whole I am enough “
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Hey guys, previous BC citizen here that hasn’t been back since 2017. My family and I are coming to BC in late June early July, and staying in Van for a couple days then heading up to Williams Lake. Any good restaurants along the way up? I understand Lytton hasn’t been rebuilt yet, and it’s been a while since I’ve been back. Just want to support local restaurants and eat some yummy food as we make our trip!

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.. I really need an advice and maybe an answer to this.. I know Allah knows best and there's no way we can know for sure who will be punished for what. And I know it's not allowed to post link to fundraiser here so I wont do it here but it's a long story and if you would like you can head over to my previous posts on my profile.
Long story short, the only family I have left are my sister's twins. I've been raising them since their parents' passing. It wasn't easy but I could try to make do by taking extra works. This changed when we had COVID last November and I got laid off. I took loans for the boy's hospital stay, believing I'd be able to get long payment plan but got cheated on. It was a scam and I'm knee deep in debt. Reporting to the police and related institutions didn't change anything and I'm forced to pay if I don't want to keep being harassed and humiliated.
I'm struggling to make ends meet as it is. New job I applied to didn't work out (I'd have to take off my hijab to be accepted to work, I couldn't). I'm back to washing dishes and doing whatever halal work just to get by. There's no way I can pay off the debt without help and at this point it seems impossible.
Today I had a talk with someone and was suggested to leave the city, get new phone number to avoid constant harassment from debt collectors and start over. I don't have money for that. While it will give me a peace of mind (no debt collectors harassing me), starting over isn't easy when you have 3 year olds. I have a degree in teaching but there's no opening. The best option IF I was to do it is by applying a job as a maid since it pays more than just being a substitute teacher. And I won't have to pay rent and food bcos I'll live in their house.
But I'm sure they won't accept me taking the twins to live there. I can't afford rent let alone day care. It breaks me to think about this, and I don't know if I'll end up doing it bcos I want to keep being with them and raising them. But fleeing the city with me will make them more miserable. I can sleep at a gas station or whatever but they need roof over their head, they need stability. I'm not sure if they can get that with me, and I'm not sure if they can get enough love care and attention in orphanage. But at least they will have roof over their heads..
I feel awful and very sad about this so please don't be too hard on me with your advice.. if my plan is to leave them in orphanage, and work out of town as a maid with the intention to come get them again one day after I have more money to afford rent and day care..will I anger Allah since they're my responsibility? I have zero intention to abandon them and I'm worried this will affect their emotional growth too but at this time, I have no other choice.. I have a fundraiser but it doesn't run as fast as those loan sharks' due date approaching. Doesn't mean I'm not grateful for the support though. I am, but it seems like my fight comes to an end.

Alright you guys... this month has been driving me absolutely crazy with all the good food my mom keeps buying and all the food we receive from our neighbours... foods that are not even available another time of the year in large portions are available and after 17 hours without food or water there is literally a thanksgiving feast laid in front of my eyes literally seven or eight different dishes in large portions for a family of three!! I keep telling her it is haram to be wasteful but she wont listen.
Bulimia is when you constantly struggle with your hunger levels and have to overeat/binge and then you compensate by drastic measures such as fasting, throwing up, over exercising, laxatives, enamels etc.
I know that islam mentions when you have a sickness that permits you take a break from fasting, you do so, but it is meant to be about physical illnesses nothing about circumstances such as myself. Bulimia can be life threatening and it is a chronic thing thar is hard to recover from.
My doctor has advised me to eat throughout the day to decrease the intensity of binges (he is a muslim albeit not a religious one). He says the harms of repeated purging are higher than those of the benefits fasting provides physically speaking.

Reposting because accidentally posted this under the wrong account. Apologies.
This happened about a month and a half ago, but I'm still completely perplexed and, honestly, now a little bitter.
I want to preface this by saying I've worked in customer service the majority of my life, including fast food, retail, phone, and chat service. I know how it feels to be demeaned or treated poorly, and I absolutely despise it. Because of this, I am almost always overly polite with anyone I encounter in these positions, despite being someone who suffers from chronic pain and is often hurting 24x7. Being overly polite is how I've always been, even as a child, but years of verbal abuse from customers really cemented for me to always be overly nice because I never want my intentions to be misconstrued. People at places remember me for it. (And I mean so much so that my older daughter once told me "You're way too polite. You're probably going to say 'please' and 'thank you' to the man who murders you." :/)
I feel the need to share this information because I know this story is going to sound absurd, that I must be leaving things out and was actually a total Karen. I can still barely believe it happened myself.
Anyways, I visited the drive thru of a chain fast-food restaurant that is known for being more expensive than most. It has nationwide locations, but not all locations have the same name, weirdly. The nearby one we used to frequent closed down, but I was in dire need of comfort food that day, and this is one of the few chains that offer plant-based burgers. So, my adult daughter and I drove the 25 minutes (each way) to go there.
I am a long-time vegan (nearly 30 years), and although I enjoy veggies on my burgers, I'm not sure what they do to them at this chain. Because every time I've ordered it with the veggies, I've felt kind of sick afterwards, so I seriously overpay every time for a very plain and simple burger.
I ordered mine same as I always do. "Hi there. Could I please get a [plant-based] burger with no cheese and ketchup only? So, just the patty, ketchup, and the bun." And after confirming, it's always. "Great, thank you so much!" I state my order extremely clearly and double check politely because, for whatever reason, the employees of this chain frequently get it wrong. I have no idea why. It's just this chain. (I'll usually self-defer so I don't sound like a jerk. "I did say no cheese on that, right?")
The (female) cashier rung it up correctly, per the receipt, but she said they had to wait on the patty to cook. I've ordered this exact burger numerous times (ND, so lots of same-food eating), and this was not unexpected in the slightest. They asked me to pull around the corner and wait. I said no problem and parked in front of the store.
Several minutes passed, and another employee brought out our food. Me: "Thanks so much and have a great day!"
However, like about 50% of the time, mine had cheese on it. Not a huge surprise, so I went back through. "Hi there. I just came through and ordered [x] burger with just the ketchup and the patty, but it looks like they accidentally put cheese on mine, which I can't have."
The employee said, "We got you. Come on up to the window."
We wait in line again, which was weirdly slow (I mean like roughly 10-12 minutes for just three cars.) Got to the window, gave them back the incorrect burger, and they said they'd remake it. Cool, no problem. Happens all the time.
But then they came back like a minute later and was like "Here you go." This immediately made my Spidey senses tingle because I know how long it takes to cook a new patty, so I pulled over and checked, and, of course, they had just scraped the cheese off. But there were still chunks of it on the patty, as I'm sure you can imagine is inevitable with melted cheese.
This is a problem for several reasons. Consuming dairy after all this time would make me sick. And even if the quantity was not sufficient to do so (I don't know, and I'm not willing to test that, nor should I have to), this "just scrape it off" type of mentality is extremely dangerous for people with food allergies. I've been admitted to the hospital with anaphylactic shock before (different food), and it was one of the worst experiences of my entire life - and I've had brain surgery. It was traumatizing, and I think it's really important to make sure restaurants limit cross contamination whenever possible. Plus, in all honesty, this was not my error, and why should I pay for something I can't eat?
I decided not to go thru the drive thru again because we'd already gone through it twice, and I didn't want to wait again, as it was already about a 30-minute ordeal (almost an hour, if you include travel time), and I didn't want to risk them getting it wrong again.
At this point, I could feel myself getting sightly perturbed, but I knew it wasn't the fault of the guy behind the register, so I sucked it up and smiled at him and said, "Hey, I'm sorry. But I can see they just scraped off the cheese. And if that was okay, I would have just done it myself. But I can't have cheese, so I need them to actually remake it for me." (Rereading my words, I can see they look a little bit rude, and maybe they were, but I tried my best to use a pleasant tone. It's very possible I did not come across as nicely as I intended here, though.)
He said, "Oh, they did?" and took the burger back to the grill.
Everything up to this point had been relatively normal.
However, when he brought the burger back, the person behind the grill got extremely angry. (I'm not 100% positive, but I think the person in question was a male, so I will use "he" for simplicity's sake. I never saw their face.)
He started yelling loudly. "There is no f-ing cheese on that burger. F- that. I'm not remaking a whole f-ing burger over cheese." I could not hear what the other employee said to him, but he continued yelling. "There is no motherf-ing cheese on that burger." The nice employee walked away and seemed to avoid making eye contact with me (my impression was that he was embarrassed).
When I say the man at the grill was loud, I mean not only could I clearly hear him from the counter, but other patrons in the seating area were also all turning to look and see what was going on. He continued to yell and loudly swear for a solid minute or two.
While the patty was presumably cooking, the female cashier went back to talk to him. However, she wasn't asking why he was yelling or asking him to keep his voice down, etc. They were talking about something else. I think it was weekend plans or something, but it wasn't about me, so I wasn't trying to listen. The impression I got from this was that this was normal behavior from this person. They were both laughing about something (not me).
A few minutes later, he tossed the burger on the metal slide thing and said "Here's the f-ing sandwich. I should have thrown that sh- on the floor." This honestly made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and I knew I would not feel comfortable eating this burger because I could not trust that this person had not done something to it.
The nice employee said, "Dude, she's right there."
He responded, "I don't give a f-. F- that b-." (To reiterate, I had zero interaction with this person at all.)
The female cashier came around, semi laughing, and casually asked if I wanted a bag or just the burger, like it was the same old, same old.
I said, "A bag is fine, but do you have a manager I can speak with?"
She said, "He's not here on the weekends, but I can help you."
I said, "I know you heard everything he said, and I know you know it's really inappropriate."
She said, "Yeah, I know, but" and just shrugged.
I said, "Well, it's incredibly inappropriate."
I forget what she said here, but it wasn't an apology or an offer to follow up or have someone call me back. I think she asked if I needed something else.
I said, "No, it's fine" and left.
I was honestly shaking before I even got to the car and continued shaking for about half an hour after. My daughter could tell something was wrong, and I explained briefly. She even offered to drive home because she saw how upset I was.
I have no idea what is going on in this person's life or why he thinks it's okay to talk to/about anyone like that. I was not rude at any point (I don't think), and I did not do anything wrong other than having certain dietary restrictions. And he was the one that messed up the order in the first place. It's not like I'd ordered incorrectly.
The whole thing was really upsetting because it just felt so undeserved. I cried the entire car ride home.
When I got back (will over 1.5 hours after we left), I wrote to the chain and gave them the order number and visit info, etc. I explained what happened and specifically asked them to contact me. Everyone in my family thought the person should be fired, but I just asked the chain for an apology and reassurance that he would receive additional training on food allergies and cross contamination.
The company's response?
Crickets
I waited about a week, then called in to talk to the manager. I explicitly told him that I'm not trying to get anyone fired, but what he said was really unkind. I also said I understand if they need to blow off steam or whatever, but they should be aware that their voices carry. And I let him know how it made me feel.
His response?
"I've told them that their voices echo. I will definitely talk to (the female cashier, who was the shift lead) and tell her to get her people in line because they need to not be so loud." Again, it sounded like an everyday occurrence that was no surprise whatsoever, and that he had no problem with them talking about customers like that. He didn't apologize either but said he'd give me 'a free combo, on him' and just to drop his name next time I came in.
Never got my money back. Never heard from the company (even DM'd them on Twitter). Definitely not trying to eat there again because I honestly think the griller is the kind of person who will spit in your food.
Really shocked by how little the company and manager cared. :'(

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Welcome everyone to today's discussion. In this post I will attempt to enrich the survival experience and potentially fix some gameplay issues. Please comment below if you have any questions, wish to add to an idea, or even invent a new and better idea!
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-Greatly increase the time it takes for creatures to grow to adulthood. Tier 1 creatures will take at least 1 hour, tier 2 creatures will take at least 2 hours, etc. Why? Because people will not appreciate their creatures if the time it takes for them to grow is too minuscule and requires little to no effort at all. This will also deter Kosers because even the weakest creature will take at least an hour to grow (it would waste a lot of time to grow a new creature). This is the easiest way to deal with Kosers without actively searching for and shaming them. It will also encourage players to make more careful decisions before doing something risky that could potentially cost them multiple hours of play. This will work quite well with the current combat log penalty; it is just harsh enough to punish players without being so evil that people would leave the game for good.
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-Make clam rocks and clover patches (the patches of grass that players can eat) hold only a meager amount of food, spawn randomly across the map, and de-spawn after a while. They will only serve to support new players and juveniles while they are still too weak and inexperienced to hunt or forage for themselves. The amount of food they hold is important; too much will make teens and adults camp those spots instead of leaving them for juveniles and new players, while too little will not be enough to (partially) support juveniles into the teen stage. I can't figure out a good amount of food for them, so please tell me your ideas.
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-Remove meat spawners. If clam rocks support juveniles and new players before they venture out to hunt, then once they have, they should learn how to fend for themselves. Need I remind you that this is survival game?
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-Herbs will spawn randomly across the map like they used to, but they will now be more numerous and spread out around the world instead of concentrating all of the herbs in one place. The reason why players hate the old system is because some creatures are too slow to move across the map fast enough before they either starve or the herbs appear somewhere else (probably on the other side of the map again just to mess with people), or all the herbs can be in the volcano so supertall herbivores (like Boreal Warden) will just starve. The random spawning of herbs means that this situation can still rarely happen, so I propose a potential solution: Add a counter to each biome that counts the amount of herbs in said biome, and if the amount exceeds a certain threshold, the excess will be redistributed to the biome with the lowest amount of herbs. The process is then repeated until every biome has a (roughly) equal amount of herbs. The counter will only be active during the initial spawning and will remain inactive before the next spawning event takes place. This is to prevent herbs from constantly teleporting to different biomes as they despawn or are eaten by players. Different biomes may have varying thresholds for herbs to simulate the conditions of different biomes, but that seems unnecessary for now.
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-Revamped sniffing mechanic. Instead of the current sniffing mechanic that is basically X-ray, I propose a different way:

1. Add an invisible wind flow that affects the entire island whose direction changes at random intervals. This wind current will not boost flying/gliding creatures and its direction can only be seen on the map with an arrow.
2. The wind scatters the smells of creatures in its direction. Large, invisible rectangles will appear below creatures affected by the wind (pointing in the wind’s direction), and anyone in said rectangle can smell the affected creature.
3. Creatures will also leave behind footprints (will only appear if sniffed and should be of some easy to see color) that will lead others straight to them, however, 50% of the footprints will not appear so that people will have to search for their target based on the remaining 50%. Footprints will reset after some time.
4. Swimming and flying will not leave footprints (obviously). Sniffing underwater will show some particle effects that act like footprints would on land.
5. This mechanic will only work for players and not for things like water and herbs. Venturing out is already dangerous enough with the lack of food and a different sniffing system, don't be too evil.

This change will make surviving much more intense and exhilarating. Because not smelling anyone nearby is no longer guaranteed safety, someone could very well be waiting for the perfect chance to strike. Such a change will encourage players to enter a pack for safety in numbers and more eyes watching for blind spots. But will they party with anyone? No, not after the next change!
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-Restrictions on packs. To easily explain this we will implement another system I call "Pack points", where a creature's tier and diet reflect how many points they have, and each pack can only have up to 10 points. A creature's tier is how many points they have, while their diet is how many points will be subtracted from the points of their tier: herbivores are -2 points, omnivores are -1 points, and carnivores are -0 points. Why? If a pack has a maximum of 10 points, then only 2 tier 5 carnivores can be in that pack because giant predators with high caloric needs require vast territories to secure a stable food source, which is also why they are usually solitary (this is a very brief explanation that can anger people that are knowledgeable about this topic, but any more realism risks making the game too complicated). You are most likely asking why and how this can be a good idea; I can't really answer that to be honest, so here's my train of thought:

1. Since there are no meat spawners, clam rocks and clover patches now only hold a meager amount of food, herbs now spawn like they used to, so players will now interact with each other in vastly different ways.
2. Weak creatures are more likely to team up to have greater chances of finding, killing, or defending food in an environment where food is scarce and predators are potentially around every corner due to the sniffing system. But large creatures are very easy to see, and a large group of them will be even easier to see (or smell). So giant carnivorous creatures will be more likely to play alone to minimize the chance of being detected, as well as to be able to eat as much as they want without having to share with anyone (they are really big and can live for a while without food, but will also need a lot of food to fill their bellies, so sharing can mean multiple hungry creatures instead of one well-fed one). That's why I decided to place great restrictions on tier 5 carnivores. They need lots of food, and finding food actively poses a threat to everything around them, so having a massive pack of them is not only unbalanced but unsustainable (too much food is needed for one creature; a large pack means even more food is needed; it's better to be alone in this situation).
3. Herbivores can have more members in their pack because finding food poses no threat to anyone around them (unless there's not enough food and people start fighting). Omnivores can be a threat when they are hungry and there are no plants around to eat, but they are not a guaranteed threat like carnivores, so they are less restricted than carnivores but more restricted than herbivores due to the potential threat they present.
4. Juveniles will contribute no points to the pack while teens will contribute half of the points they would as adults rounded up. For example: An adult Hygos will have 5 points, a teen one will have 3 points, while a juvenile will have 0 points. Non-adult creatures will be more likely be targeted for easy food so some protection form their parents before they are kicked from the pack is necessary. Oh yes, if an egg hatches then the baby will immediately join the pack with its mother.
5. If the point limit of a pack is exceeded when a new creature joins the pack, that creature will be immediately kicked from the pack; if a creature growing up causes the point limit to be exceeded, that creature will be kicked from the pack after the growth.

This is how I imagine players will act in a harsh world, so I decided to build some mechanics around the emerging behaviors. But maybe nothing will happen at all, maybe all of this will happen naturally without the mechanics to incentivize it, or maybe my logic is just deeply flawed; I don't know anymore. Please tell me if I'm going crazy or not.
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-Revamped weather: The different events of the game are so...passive? Basically they affect the world in such a small and insignificant way that not having them in the game would make no difference at all, so I propose some changes to the weather system:

1. Rain: Will now inflict the "cold" debuff, footprints revealed in the rain will be lowered to 20% from the usual 50%, flight speed debuff stays the same. Rain makes hunting a little more difficult due to less footprints being revealed when smelled (rain washes away stuff), but a common event shouldn't be too overwhelming.
2. Downpour: Will inflict the "Cold" debuff much more often than rain, disable sniffing, creatures leave no footprints, disable flight (except for creatures that fly with magic like Opralegion, gives them a slight advantage), and blur the screen of any unsheltered creature. Due to the possibility of getting caught in the event and getting completely blinded before finding shelter, a somewhat inconspicuous warning will appear like "Rain?" to warn players before the event starts. Maybe some creature with special abilities can see perfectly in this torrential downpour to take advantage of those who couldn't find shelter in time, but that's a story for another time.
3. Tsunami: The water level greatly rises (not instantly but just fast enough for players to immediately start running), enabling aquatic creatures to move deep inland and interact with terrestrial creatures. This will allow for aquatic predators like Kohikii to harass players that couldn't find high ground in time or are stuck on a small hill surrounded by water. This would be pretty interesting since almost nobody plays aquatic creatures. The water level will slowly decrease back to normal level so any aquatic creatures that didn't retreat in time may be trapped in some small pond or on the ground and be vulnerable to terrestrial creatures again, sounds fun!
4. The Cosmic Alignment: I thought of this as some sort of social event that lasts for an entire in-game year and reenables every meat spawner, as well as giving clam rocks and clover patches infinite food. The skies would be enveloped by stars and massive auroras ("aurora borealis", look it up) and the world would be in somewhat dim light to make things more beautiful (no night or day, just beauty). This event is meant to ease the tension between players after being at each other's throats for a long time, and players will either socialize or go hunting for prizes that randomly appear around the map. Random warps in reality will appear around the map that players can interact with to receive mush or a COMPLETELY random creature in their storage. And by that, I mean truly and completely random; even developer creatures can appear! But this would be EXTREMELY rare, and it's a stored creature (not a species), so the entire community wouldn't go crazy over it. Not everyone can have a taste of using those creatures, so giving them one would be nice, but if they lose it then it's their fault lol. As to how rare this event should be, maybe once every 10 in-game years or something?
5. Snow: Just rain that inflicts the "Cold" debuff more often.
6. Blizzard: Downpour but the cold is so much worse!

Players will now have to plan ahead or risk dying to deadly events, food storage finally have a use outside of mush farming!
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-Status effects: Most status effects are underwhelming (poison and bleed) while others can be really annoying (necro poison) or even deadly (I guess radiation?) so a revamp is needed. Just double the negative effects and it should be deadly enough I think.
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-Rewards: Why go through all of that if there's no reward right? I hope the new system below can satisfy you:

• Instead of "You get something when you have this many points", which is how the current death reward system works, it will be "You get something EVERY TIME you get a certain amount of points".
• You survived a season? Have some points. You survived an entire year? Have some points. You traveled a certain distance? Have some points, plus some other ways to get points I haven't thought of yet. This will encourage players to keep playing to get as much points as possible instead of committing seppuku once they have enough points, so lets keep encouraging players to survive for even longer! Below is a rough way of how I think this system may reward players:

1. For every 100 points: Get some mush.
2. For every 300 points: Get more mush.
3. For every 900 points: Get EVEN more mush and a random token.
4. For every 1500 points: Get a partial growth token.
5. For every 2000 points: Get a revive token.

• This is better than the death reward system because it rewards players for actually playing the game instead of doing some very odd and specific things for rewards, now they get even more rewards for playing how survival should be!

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-Accessibility: The new difficulty can really discourage new players from playing this game, especially since most of them are little kids that go crazy when someone commits a micro aggression against them, so I introduce you to...THE PARTNER SYSTEM! The details are listed below:

1. New players will automatically be put in a pack as soon as they spawn in if said pack contains at least one senior player (anyone that is not a new player), and if there's no pack available, then a new one will be created with a senior player (a random solo player will be chosen) in it to help them. New players are those with playtime below a certain threshold (is there a way to keep track of that in Roblox? I would look like an idiot if there's no way to do that).
2. Anyone with a new player in their pack will also receive points every time that player earns some. So if the noob survives and succeeds, other packmates will also succeed; it is in their best interest to teach and protect the new player(s) in their pack at all costs because their death could mean a big loss in profit.
3. This ensures a welcoming atmosphere for new players to help them get accustomed to the harsh game so they don't get absolutely destroyed and leave the game for good. Most of them are children (most Roblox players are), so this system is critical for their survival if the game ever becomes more hostile (like after all the changes above are implemented).
4. In order to prevent people from making new accounts to farm points, there should be some task that can only be done while people are actively playing. What those tasks are I do not know, please tell me in the comments because I'm a little burned out after this massive post (and after the final exams).

Credit to u/bluefishcake for writing the original SSB story and building the sandbox for us to play in.
And a big thanks to the authors and their stories that inspired to get off my ass and put fingers to keyboard. RandomTinkerer (City Slickers and Hayseeds), Punnynfunny (Denied Operations), CompassWithHat (Top Lasgun), Rhion-618 (Just One Drop), UncleCieling(Going Native), RobotStatic (Far Away), Kazevenikov (The Cryptid Chronicle).
Super thank to SmolDs1337(Convenient Narrative) he was a massive help in editing this chapter and Grey_bit how has been a big help as well.
as always comments, complaints and suggestion are welcome.

When Lorian left Robert, she was in a foul mood. This bunch of clam digging flotsam needed to be investigated for criminal negligence and abuse. If things did not change before she left, she would be contacting naval criminal investigations. She could not go to the interior due to the classified nature of the evaluation for being declared a strategic asset. She asked the guard to take her to the facility commanders office.
When she entered the facility commander there were three naval officers waiting for her, the only one she had met to this point was Lt Cmdr Ashix, the security officer that had cleared her and her team for entry into the facility, she was seated to her left as she entered. To her right appeared to be an Edixi Lieutenant Commander also from naval intelligence with medical insignia and the woman behind the desk was and was a full commander from engineering.
Taking the last seat, the guard closed the door and remained outside “before we get started, I would like to know why I should not be in contact with NCI to investigate the abuse my client has endured at your hands” The stunned looks told her they were not prepared for that.
Commander Vashini was many things, but a boy bashing child abuser was not one of them. This sand clamed piece of turox shit dared to claim that she was … she did not complete the thought she pushed her temper down growling, “Explain yourself.”
Smiling predatorily, “Certainly, a fifteen-year-old human child kept in chains and in solitary confinement for three days. Also, there was no food or water at that time. Other than a few pieces of food he took from your lunch your lunch” pointing at the woman with the medical insignia, “and no basic hygiene since he was taken into custody. Now if you do not believe me, ask the guard outside if she is allowed to remove my client’s chains.”
“I am Dr Arandis Norroe and if that is the case then why did he not speak up?” Arandis realized just how moronic her statement was out of her mouth closing her eyes, ”He does not vocalize and none of the guards knows hand speak.”
Lorian continued, “add in the Fact that that a large number of young males from this world disappear all the time and believe he is next on the tragic list. The only reason I would not get the interior involved is because if I did, the odds of him ever going home drops below fifty-fifty.”
The woman to Lorians right, Lt Cmdr Ashi, spoke next.” I had heard stories that it was happening, but I thought it was an exaggeration, you know, just stories. Is it really that bad?”
Looking at Lt Cmdr Ashi, ”In the almost five years since the imperium liberated this world there has been a loss of almost six hundred million people and those are the planetary governesses own numbers and if you ask an human that would give you and honest number it would be closer to a eight hundred million. With either number I would start calling it a genocide or a mass enslavement. When I first arrived, I came to get a man and make a ton of credits. I naively used to believe that we in the Imperium were the righteous and virtuous ones, not anymore. The interior and the nobility are all out of control of this world. Now there are some who are doing the Empress's good work, but there are not enough of them.”
Zirlyn turned to Cmdr Vashini “This changes things, we are going to need to protect him from not just external but internal threats. I will take care of the boy, Robert and make sure safe and not abused and has everything he needs. I will make sure he has access to communicate with family and other involved persons. Once my background investigation is complete.”
Cmdr Vashini was reeling, she was complicit in boy bashing, almost. She had fucked up now she had to fix it. “Advocate, LtCmdr Ashix will see to all of the issues you have raised” Raising her voice “Guard Please get in here.”
The guard replied as she entered, ”Yes Ma’am”
“Please get our guest fully kitted out with the exception of weapons, armor, and electronic devices he will not need for now. And return any personal items again with exceptions identified. All personnel that need to interact with our guest will be equipped with a translation program for terrain hand speak. Once kitted out you and two others will escort our guest to an area where he may take care of his personal hygiene needs without intrusion. Per naval protocol our guest will not be restrained unless he is being interviewed by a technical person. That means leave the restraints in the interview room. Dismissed.”
When the guard acknowledged her orders and left, Cmdr Vashini “That should improve his treatment. The restraints are required, unless overridden by a flag officer. Advocate is there anything I can do right now to correct his mistreatment.”
“That should be sufficient for now. When this meeting is over I will check in with my client and see if he needs anything else and coordinate with LtCmdr Ashix ”, Lorian replied, relieved that there was no fight or recrimination, just fix the problems and more on.
Cmdr Vashini turns to Dr Norroe, “Doctor you're up.”
Dr Norroe sat up and began her presentation, ”I start with a complete review of his medical and educational records which are interesting to say the least. I was able to verify four items identified by a human psychologist from before the liberation, any one of these if he were not human, he would have been institutionalized with the expectation of a pending psychotic break and becoming a danger to himself and others. In curd terms he is a defective and was labeled as so when his mother moved him to Prescott. Fortunately for us his mother chose to parental educate.”
Lorian broke in “Don’t you mean fortunately for him not us?”
Bemused by the interruption” Yes you are correct. Where was I,” looking back to her notes “parental education option. To say I am impressed with her success is an understatement. He completed the imperium basic primary education curriculum in less than three terrain years with exceptional marks in every subject except language related courses. This shows his raw intelligence is very high and my cognitive test confirms he is at least a one in a hundred thousand intellect.”
Dr Norroe paused to let the good part sink in,” Now the four items I mentioned earlier Dyslexia, digraphia, low latent inhibition, and manic depression. We have different names for them, dyslexia is called ‘non-linear developmental psychosis’, digraphia is called ‘limited developmental cognitive articulation’ these a both defined by humans as learning disabilities and the humans have been aware if this for some though most of the time it is miss diagnosed. When correctly identified there are several strategies to work around and adapt the educational environment for this. For low latent inhibition or hyper process stimulation, this is so rare for us there is almost no research on the subject, except to indicate that it is a death sentence by the age of ten and mostly affects boys.
Cmdr Vashini broke in, “Are you telling me that humans deal with this all of the time.”
Dr Norroe had to laugh,” Hardly, with the learning disabilities they do not just deal they have used it a s a species to drive their technological advancement without dyslexia I do not think the human would have gone from the first powered flight to their lunar landing in one human lifetime, research in the subject showed that half of the engineers involved had the condition. The condition affects about fifteen to twenty percent of the population, so I believe there was an evolutionary advantage. About the same number of humans are left-handed, for the Shil’vita left handedness is about three percent.”
Lorian remembered something Robert had said: it is a blessing and a curse.
“With humans there is a very diverse spectrum of these learning disabilities.” Dr Norroe continued. “ In His case the manic depression is directly tied to his limited ability to articulate what he is thinking. This may be why he produced so many abstract art pieces, he is expressing an idea the only way he can.
Back to the testing I did with Robert showed not only is he very intelligent, but he is very creative as well and like all the others who have dyslexia, he just thinks differently.”
Dr Norroe paused waiting for any questions and pulled up an example, “Here we have two images one titled rain drops on glass next to one titled gravity lensing optical distortion. The first one would be considered art the other science. This is an example in true non-linear thinking, it is clear that the first triggered the second.”
Cmdr Vashini rubbed her forehead.” I do not understand how somebody could go from rain drops on a piece of glass to an understanding of gravitational lensing. There is no logical way to connect the two.”
Lt Cmdr Ashix countered “No, it is a form of pattern recognition. I am trained to see things that do not belong, and that took years, he connects things instinctively. I bet if he did speak, he would be finishing your sentences for you, and be correct better than half of the time.”
Cmdr Vashini,” Now that we have taken Dr Norroe up a side stream, the idea of pattern recognition begs the question if that thing out in the hanger is a piece of a pattern, if it is, then is it the start or the end. If this is the end of the pattern, the kid will be rich off all the things that come out of it. We have figured out about ten percent of what he created but no real idea why. From that ten percent the team has identified six or seven applications for just the navy.”
Lorian had to smile at the commander’s admission. Six or seven new applications in just a few days, this was very good news. “I will need that information in basic concept form, no technical data. It is legally his, is it not?”
Advocates, Cmdr Vashini though bemused, always looking for a quick credit,” Yes, it is all his if we ever figure out what it is. Now if we are done with this subject Doctor please continue.”
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Garquile was as close to his happy place as the situation would allow. His ankle monitor chaffed as he tried to move around the kitchen. Two things in his life brought him great pleasure. Cooking and barrel racing. Cooking was a creative passion, a chance to tune out the world and concentrate on the creation of a flavor and texture, a single note of a song that would make up a meal. He had prepped all of the fruits, vegetables and was now working on the main dish, two large Copi, fresh from the upper Mississippi River. Deboning and deveining was the tedious and delicate part. If you rushed, you could leave the meat unpresentable. Finishing his cleanup of the filets, he surveyed his handy work, perfect he thought.
Three perfect filets for the adults doing their important adulting stuff, even with all four advocated here. The kids, himself included, would have the other filets with the gill meat and the trimming from the other filets that were too thin to be cooked the way he wanted. The Copi was covered in a mango lime jerk chutney to give the fish a delicate crusted glaze, when cooked in an outdoor brick oven. Waiting for the Copi, would be individual bowls of pad thai, served with a reduced coconut milk jerk spice reduction.
The kids, himself and his siblings would get fish tacos. Fish tacos were not something he made very often for dinner, it was finger food, it was not appropriate for the evening family meal in the dining room, but they were not having a real family meal tonight, so guilty finger food was on the menu.
Tonight’s meal would have been fun if not for the fact that he and Tommy were both wearing ankle monitors and Robert was locked in a cage and was being treated like an animal, from what he had overheard. Afterwards, the adults sealed off the dining room so they could talk in private. The family dining room was the only place in the house that could double up as a conference room.
Tommy had been pretty freaked out over the three days they had been detained. Tommy had explained it to him the day after they got back. Humans until very recently were not citizens of the Imperium and had no legal status for due process, so if he did anything the powers that be could just ship him off to the marines. It was a favorite tactic of the interior to deal with the troublemakers. Now he was a muted version of himself. Tommy always seemed to want to protect Robert, mainly from family shit with his grandfather.
He had met both Robert and Tommy about a month after they had moved to Earth in a Kung fu class. One of his mother’s security detail had started training long before he and his family arrived and suggested it as a way to integrate into the local community in a controlled environment. His sisters loved it from the start, mainly to interact with boys. It was not until he shifted into the Tia chi that he began to enjoy the Kung Fu. The only thing he still dreaded was sparing, the human boys would take the opportunity to hit him a little harder just to piss off his sisters. He remembered that early on Robert never attacked when he spared only using counter strikes.
He remembered his father telling him that every young woman should defend their family and every young man should have the poise and confidence to allow them to do it. Having confidence in your wife’s ability to defend you showed in how you presented yourself, you would never cower because you would never have to. Public displays of confidence in your wives are one of the most powerful displays of love and devotion the world can ever be shown. At least according to his father, he had eleven wives in his forty-six years and his youngest wife, Lalania, was almost twenty.
The timer on the oven pulled Garquile out of his thoughts the Copi was done and needed to be plated. Presentation was important, mother had an image to maintain, he could not and would not serve anything that was just thrown onto a plate. He and three of his sisters would serve the adults restaurant style since this was working dinner. Tommy would be serving the wine, he had the advantage working as a server in the local casino’s restaurant. Servers worked with the waiters to refresh the drinks and bring out the food for the waiters to present to customers. The server position was just a dodge to get around the law requiring waiters to be eighteen human years old to serve alcohol.
Garquile’s mother only tolerated having a large household staff to serve official functions. She had been very forceful when she had become governess. So that her children would not become lazy bottom feeders, all of the children had chores. Garquile had traded his sister Valenlina, laundry for cooking. She hated both chores, but laundry took less time than cooking the family meal four nights a week.
Garquile had chosen a pair of white wines from the Sonoita region, a Albarino and a Verdejo. Tommy had suggested these because they were very popular with fish at the restaurants. The guests would get to choose, and the family would get the leftovers. Garquile had Valenlina call their father and tell him that dinner was on its way. When they arrived with the food the table was not cleared but all the papers and data slate had been moved to the side of their owners. Garquile sighed. So much for his proper presentation, they were too engrossed to really care, but the show must go on. As his sisters presented the meal to their guests and family, Garquile described the meal, detailing each aspect. Tommy picked up with a well-practiced description of the wines when Garquile finished.
With the meal served, the children retreated to the outdoor patio. Garquile and Tommy brought out the tacos and chips and set them up near the fire pit. Valenlina came out last carrying the blender and margarita mix, the only thing missing was alcohol. Garquile intended to fix that at least.
Tommy had been looking out for Robert ever since they had met, not that Robert needed protection. Tommy acted like a filter, keeping the B.S. to a minimum and keeping him engaged with the people around him. When Tommy had asked him and Valenlina to help with the car,both of them had been excited. For Valenlina, a classic human car was a maybe someday dream, but time with Tommy was time with Tommy. Tommy explained that Robert had really started engaging with people when they started the car. It was something he could talk about that others could understand…. right up until the motor that had taken the six months of hard-core scrapping to buy. When the motor had turned out to be a worthless boat anchor, Robert had reverted to being disengaged. Lost in his data slate shell as he had been before, Garquile still did not know what had gotten Robert to re-engage so to speak.
As everyone was chowing down on the tacos, Garquile got the mixer going on the drinks. Valenlina started giving Tommy a back rub in to hope he would relax for a little while when she asked, “So Tommy, I never asked, whose idea was it to make the car fly?”
Sighing in pleasure Tommy replied, ”You keep that up I will tell you all of my secrets and maybe a few lies to make you believe in Santa Claus.”
Garquile brought over a tray of drinks, ”Mother would be aghast if she saw you handling a boy like that, and what do you mean Santa Claus isn’t real? You have destroyed my innocence!” He chimed in mockingly.
Tommy grabbed the drink when offered, Garquile made sure it was the one that was spiked. Tommy noticed the special ingredient, “Trying to help your sister loosen my resolve to her charms I see”.
Garquile feigned ignorance about the fact Tommy and his sister had been having sex for over a year now. Valenlina had told him, as soon as it happened, because she had to tell somebody, and he could keep a secret. There was a problem with the secret as it was not a secret. All of the parents knew and let Tommy and Valenlina believe they were being discreet. Valenlina had explained to him that Tommy was amazing, but he was also safe, and he felt the same way. They were not using each other, just enjoying what they had. Knowing it would be over in less than a year, when she would travel to Shil for University. “Please, my sister has no charm, as well as limited manners, but if you are going to spill your secrets…. I am listening.”
Valenlina worked her hands from the top of Tommy’s shoulders to just below his shoulder blades, ”As I am putty in Valenlina hands, I will tell you it was all Bobby’s idea. The reason he withdrew was he was afraid Granddad would get pissed about wanting to do a Shil’vita based retro mod on a sixty-nine Charger.”
Garquile finally getting his own drink “I would have watched Granddads reaction. I bet he blew a gaskit?.. I think that was the right way to say that.”
“It was, but not the way you would think. His first reaction was to snarf the beer he was drinking right his nose laughing. The guy he got the car from, Martinez, had a couple requests, ‘make it cool, fast and no shit purple shil metal on it’. ates the purple metal because it is a pain to shape by hand.” Pausing for another sip of his drink. “It took my Granddad a good five minutes to stop coughing while Robert was sitting there waiting for him to lay down the hammer on him, but then granddad said something neither of us were expecting.‘show what you have.’ Robert just sat there stunned then like a dam breaking. Bobby asked are you sure and my granddad just said show me what you have. “
Getting up to sit next to him, Valenlinaleaned over to wrap her arms around him. “It took Bobby about three hours to explain what needed to be done to make the car fly, with a top speed that he guessed was around two hundred and fifty miles an hour. When Bobby dropped that little tidbit about going faster granddad asked how much faster. Bobby only said that if he didn't deal with the heat, the car would melt. My granddad couldn'tthink how fast that would be and just told Boddy "let's just make it fly first then go for speed records.”
Garquile then asked, “So how long did it take to design all of this, to me it seemed that it was all in his head?”
Tommy rolled head back and laughed “To be honest, I have no idea, he could have been thinking about it since we started. He is like a dog playing fetch and then suddenly he sees a squirrel and off to the races, then ten minutes later he comes back with a rabbit and toy boat.”
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Credit to u/bluefishcake for writing the original SSB story and building the sandbox for us to play in.
And a big thanks to the authors and their stories that inspired to get off my ass and put fingers to keyboard. RandomTinkerer (City Slickers and Hayseeds), Punnynfunny (Denied Operations), CompassWithHat (Top Lasgun), Rhion-618 (Just One Drop), UncleCieling(Going Native), RobotStatic (Far Away), Kazevenikov (The Cryptid Chronicle).
Super thank to SmolDs1337(Convenient Narrative) he was a massive help in editing this chapter and Grey_bit how has been a big help as well.
as always comments, complaints and suggestion are welcome.

Advocate Listian drove through the remains of a Terran military base that had taken several orbital strikes. They had left the runways intact to be used by the liberation forces. The irony was that most of the human casualties here were families of the military personnel. The combat forces had been deployed throughout the city using the freeway system as improvised runways and underpasses as fuel and ordnance depots. It had been an effective strategy, the marine landing force had been made to bleed, but the heart of the city they were trying to defend, had been leveled in the fighting. She now hoped that her strategy would prove more successful in the long term.
It had taken her three days to get clearance and see her client. She reached the check point where she parked her ground vehicle, after presenting her credentials, she and all of her belongings were thoroughly inspected. They had been very direct about what she could and could not bring inside the perimeter. She waited about ten minutes before another vehicle arrived and picked her up to take her to the hangar facility. Her driver did not speak save for basic pleasantries. The hangar was a standard prefabricated military structure that had been built right after the liberation; it was complete with a barracks that could house over two hundred. The only thing out of place was a pair of human commercial food trucks with “Poncho Panda’s Mobile Kitchen” complete with a stylized panda mascot, wearing a weird hat and holding a plate of food.
The ground vehicle was met by a naval security guard “Ma’am, I will be your escort for the day, if you follow me, I will see you to your client.”
"Thank you.” Replied Lorian as she fell beside the guard. She was led to a secure interrogation room. Her client, Robert sat chained to a table in an oversized chair, while looking straight ahead, hands flat on the table.
Placing her data slate on the table and taking a seat, Lorain spoke. “Guard, I would like those restraints removed.”
“Sorry ma’am I do not have authorization to do that.” the guard said before turning to leave.
Looking up from the table “Then if you would be so kind as to go get authorization.” Lorian said forcefully.
Leaving, the guard responded. “I will forward your request up the chain of commands, is that all?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Taking a deep breath and clearing her thoughts, she began. ” Robert my name is Lorian Listian and I am here to represent you, I am your advocate. Do you understand what that means?”
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Robert had lived the last three days in either a cage or chained to a table, only fed once in that time & only because Dr Norroe decided to share some of her lunch with him. She had told him she would make sure that somebody would take care of him. Just another lie. It didn't matter. They were just going to disappear him anyway. Today they had brought him to the interrogation room later than normal, they usually brought him out of his cage as soon as the work crews got busy in the morning. He was close enough to the hanger to pick up some of the more heated conversations.
Robert mused that these people couldn't understand the math and related technical drawing of how the AG fields were set up and their basic interactions with each other, then 'How in God's name did they even get to space before us?' Today’s shouting match was about the AG field control law database and why it was interfaced with a child’s toy. The answer was simple, the analog circuits acted as a poor man’s adaptive field strength controller that allowed the system to adjust the strength, position and shape of the AG field. The analog circuit was cheaper and faster than hacking and rebuilding the existing software. Most of the AG units were dodgy at best, so not cracking the software seemed like the best idea. Add to that, they used three different manufacturers. It was an easy decision. The control law database was simple to modify, the instructions were in the maintenance manuals and were not considered classified material. The database tools were available to the maintenance crew. All you needed was a part number and service tag and the vendor sent it to you.
Robert's attempts to listen to the work crews were interrupted when the door to the interrogation room opened and the female Shil’vita he had met at the other facility entered, followed by one of the guards. Her name was Lorian Listian and she has said that she was his advocate based on their limited conversation last time, she was a lawyer.
He just watched as she entered and took a seat. She engaged with the guard about getting the restraints removed. The exchange got a little terse when the guard said no. Robert wanted to smile and say, ‘good luck with that’. These people were so rigid in their thinking they wouldn't ask how high when told to jump.
She too took a moment and took a deep breath before looking at him. ”Robert my name is advocate Lorian Listian and I am here to represent you, I am your advocate. Do you understand what that means?”
Use his hand to speak as best he could, “Yes, if I understand the term advocate means you represent me in legal matters?”
Smiling and relaxing a little, she continued. “Good, how have they been treating you? Is everything ok?”
Dropping his head in dejection, Robert could only think if she was completely unobservant. He wanted to call her out on it but antagonizing her would not be helpful. choosing his word carefully, he continued. “Their treatment borders on criminal neglect, but this seems to be closer to the norm of how humans are treated by the Imperium. We are a little spoiled here with our governess. She does try to reign the shit in.” He spoke the truth about the local governess from the actions he witnessed and heard. “Nothing is ok, unless you think keeping me in chains since I got here three days ago. In that time, I have only eaten once. The only water I get is when I drink out of the sink in the bathroom. The only person I have communicated with is Dr Norroe. But to her, I am some sort of weird oddity, not a person. You can choose to believe me or not, I expected to be disappeared soon enough.”
Lorian sat in stunned disgust looking him over. He was still wearing his original clothes and visible hair growing in on his face, he was not lying. “ Wait right here” pausing “Sorry, poor choice of words. I am going to get you some food and water.”
Robert smiled just a little “Don't worry I will not speak a word of this foe pax to anybody, it would kill your bill rate.”
Standing and scrunching her brow “ouch, I hope you are not mocking me.”
Robert genuinely smiled slightly, “too bad, I mock everyone.”
Lorian pounded in the door and waited for the guard to respond. When the door opened the guard allowed advocate Listian to leave. Through the door Robert heard “Food truck NOW.” As their footsteps retreated hoped maybe she would remember the water.
Lorian exited the room as soon as the door opened, she controlled her anger when addressing the guard with “Food Truck Now” but her tone was harsh and she walked past the guard heading to the hanger where the food truck.
“Yes Ma’am” was the only response.
The food truck was not a truck, but rather a large, enclosed trailer setup as a kitchen. With a service line set out along the side of the trailer, just inside the hanger door. There were two humans working to clear the service line as she approached. “What do you have left? “ speaking to get the attention of the humans. Without looking up from their work the younger male pointed to the far end of the service line “All leftovers are on the end take what you want they're fair game until lunch time in two hours.” Reaching the end of the service line Lorian grabbed a tray. She loaded the tray up with a cup of fruit and something the size of a loft wrapped in foil and four bottles of water. With a tray fully loaded she indicated to the guard to take ger back to the interrogation cell.
Robert watched advocate Listian leave. Hehad gotten used to be alone. It was not that he liked being alone, but it was safe No feeling out of place except, even here all of the little things were becoming distractions. There was no getting stuck, as he called having so much to say and unable to get it out. At least here he could take the time to continue his thought experiment; trying to figure out if the negative energy state was a result of a negative gravity pulse or did the negative gravity pulse create the negative energy state. Solving this should get him to the point where phase set collapse could be completely mapped out. He was so focused on the problem that he was startled when advocate Listian returned carrying a tray of food and water.
Lorian told the guard thank you, putting the tray down in front of her client, & looking at Robert “You can eat while I talk, ok?”
Robert was not in the mood to be cooperative, but at the sight of the cup of fruit, a breakfast burrito and his growling stomach ended any idea of being stubborn. Robert felt a little ashamed thinking like that, she appeared to be looking out for him. He told her “Thank you” and meant it before tearing into the burrito. On the second bite Robert slowed down to give his stomach a chance. The first bite tasted so good, but it hit his stomach like a lead weight. Completing his second bite Robert put the burrito down and reached for the water.
Lorian waited until Robert had a couple bites of food before beginning. She started with the general state of things, that Thomas and Garquile had been released the same day he had been transferred here. His mom and the rest of the family were fine. The governess had done everything within her power to make sure he was not to be removed from the planet.
As Robert ate, he listened to Advocate Listian describe the situation, everyone seemed to be ok for now. He was worried about his mom, but she had Rufus to keep her from going crazy, he hoped. The part about not being disappeared was good news and he was surprised the Garquile’s mom had gone to the planetary governess for this. Garquile’s mom had always seemed cold and distant or maybe it was pure professionalism for her job that she could never let anybody outside her family see anything but the Governess. He would be adding her to his prayers.
Lorian had completed the explanation of why a corporate structure was needed to protect him and his intellectual property before she noticed that Robert was eating slowly “Why are you eating so slowly? “
Still crewing, “if I eat too fast, I'll get sick…. I would spare you that.” Putting down the remainder of his burrito down” I have a request about MY company.”
Lorian smiled, “So long as it is legal, sure what is it?”
“The parent company should be called ‘Promethean’ . I want to name it after the Greek Titan Prometheus, he defied the Olympian gods and presented mankind with the gift of fire. And for his defiance they chained him to a great boulder and set two giant vultures to devour his liver every day for eternity. “
Mankind was an odd word to hear, a male centric word. Curiosity questioned the name “Do you think you are like Prometheus bringing fire to humans.”
“No, I may be angry and arrogant, but I do not have that much hubris. I would like to believe that I have been given both blessings and curses, so I was given fire and now I must endure what comes. Dr Norroe says I exhibit a non-linear developmental psychosis, Humans call it dyslexia. “
Lorian had never heard of either of the things Robert had mentioned, ”Is this dielesiea common among humans?”
Shrugging “About fifteen to twenty percent of the population have it to some degree. And there is a big discussion by the Imperium health and educational services about whether it should be fixed in utero. ”
It would be an easy choice for Lorian she thought, she would correct it in utero “I think any mother or father would love to have a cure for this.”
Sadly shaking his head no “I would not, what would I lose to be….normal. I would not be me. We know how to identify it and how to work with it. If you take away the struggle, we would be weaker, not stronger.”
“I had not thought about it that way. Something to think about.” Smiling “Now let's get back to business. They can only keep you for thirty days total, but they must pay you, so the bill rate we have decided on is two thousand credits per hour.”
Robert interrupted “ Plus three thousand credits per hour for cruel and abusive treatment! Give them a reason to play nice.”
Smiling wryly “We were going with one thousand but three works just as well. We hope to get you visitors after shel.”
Robert continued to eat as Lorian finished up and excused herself. Robert savored every bit of his meal. He did not know when or if he would get another. He had limited faith in his advocates, he did not want to get his hopes up. Plan for the worse, hope for the best he supposed.
As Lorian knocked on the door to leave she turned to Robert and asked “ Is there any insight or hint you would be willing to give me to pass alone?”
Pausing with the last piece of fruit,” If they had asked me on day one I would have been willing to work with them but now… “ pausing to think about what he wanted to give them “the hint is the name of the car.”
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Hey there,
I figured I'd share a bit about my recent trip to Yosemite along with my spouse and our two kids (both under 7). It was all of our first time at Yosemite and it was a wonderful experience. I'm already looking forward to going back.
We arrived midday Monday and drove in to the valley. We took the 41 - Wawona Rd. Coming into the park from this road was great. Coming out of the tunnel and seeing how gorgeous it was, it was breathtaking.
We parked in the visitor parking area and rode the shuttle around, visited the store, the wilderness center (visitors center in the valley was closed), and then did the Lower Yosemite Falls loop. This was paved, the paved path had been plowed or shoveled and was snow free, and it was an easy walk even for little legs. Shortly after we finished our 'hike,' we went to check in to the Yosemite Valley Lodge. Mostly spent the evening hanging out in the hotel room. We did eat at Base Camp Eatery for dinner which was fine. One of our kids is an extremely picky eater so feeding him was a struggle throughout the trip, but generally the food there was pretty accessible for the typical kid palate (chicken fingers, French fries, hamburger, etc.)
Second day, Tuesday, we were expecting rain or snow in the afternoon so we wanted to get our day started early. Had breakfast at Base Camp Eatery (pancakes for the kids, which were good; the eggs were depressing and croissant was tiny, but the breakfast sausages were good). We wanted to hike to Mirror Lake, but the shuttle is not currently going to the Curry Village area. It would have been closer to a 4 mile round trip walk partially through the snow, which is probably fine for most people, but our kids were not up for that. I was bummed that we couldn't shuttle or drive over there, but that just means we have something on our itinerary for next time. Instead, we went back to the lodge and walked to Swinging Bridge. Gorgeous view of Yosemite Falls from here. The kids really liked that area and they spent a lot of time throwing rocks into the water (very exciting kid stuff). It was a beautiful area and it was a short walk to/from the lodge. You could easily continue walking further and loop around, but our younger child wasn't up to it, and we knew the rain or snow would be coming soon, so we went back to the lodge.
Third day, Wednesday, we had lots of fresh snow and the kids wanted to play in it. We wanted to find a good spot with space for the kids to run around and maybe sled but there's not a ton of hills in the valley area. We ended up back over by Swinging Bridge and the kids played and enjoyed the snow for quite some time. Gorgeous views, again, from this spot. You can see yosemite falls and they were covered in fresh snow and just beautiful. After the kids were sufficiently tired from.anow play, we went back to the lodge for naps . Later, we hiked half of the Cooks Meadow loop. This had another beautiful view, with great opportunities for pictures of Half Dome in the background, plus the river running through it. Multiple bridges on this loop. The whole loop is definitely kid friendly and pretty accessible, and I would have loved to walk the whole loop but our younger child knocked out so we headed back to the shuttle at Lower Yosemite Falls. In the evening we ate at Degnans Kitchen (which closes pretty early - 600) and got the kids ice cream bars from the village store. I liked Degnan's, which has sandwiches and soups (and the hot soup after being out in the snow was really nice), and a big fireplace inside as well so we were toasty. Nicer bathrooms too.
Overall we had an amazing time, although feeding our picky kid was the biggest challenge. There are more food options that we weren't really able to enjoy because of that. I also hope to go back when the kids are older and able and willing to walk for longer periods, because I know we barely scratched the surface of what there is to see and do. Staying at the lodge was great for convenience. Having the Eatery so close by was great even though the food wasn't amazing (pancakes were good), and I'm glad we were able to stay inside the park and didn't have to drive in and out each day.
For the kids, the highlights of the trip were the ice cream bars from the store (and I'm not talking about special ice cream bars, these are the kids you can get from 7/11 or an ice cream truck), the pancakes, and playing in the snow. For me, the views were incredible, and I have a long, long list of things I want to see and do on a return trip, either without kids or when the kids are older and more cooperative, and when more parts of the park are open and accessible.

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.. I really need an advice and maybe an answer to this.. I know Allah knows best and there's no way we can know for sure who will be punished for what. And I know it's not allowed to post link to fundraiser here so I wont do it here but it's a long story and if you would like you can head over to my previous posts on my profile.
Long story short, the only family I have left are my sister's twins. I've been raising them since their parents' passing. It wasn't easy but I could try to make do by taking extra works. This changed when we had COVID last November and I got laid off. I took loans for the boy's hospital stay, believing I'd be able to get long payment plan but got cheated on. It was a scam and I'm knee deep in debt. Reporting to the police and related institutions didn't change anything and I'm forced to pay if I don't want to keep being harassed and humiliated.
I'm struggling to make ends meet as it is. New job I applied to didn't work out (I'd have to take off my hijab to be accepted to work, I couldn't). I'm back to washing dishes and doing whatever halal work just to get by. There's no way I can pay off the debt without help and at this point it seems impossible.
Today I had a talk with someone and was suggested to leave the city, get new phone number to avoid constant harassment from debt collectors and start over. I don't have money for that. While it will give me a peace of mind (no debt collectors harassing me), starting over isn't easy when you have 3 year olds. I have a degree in teaching but there's no opening. The best option IF I was to do it is by applying a job as a maid since it pays more than just being a substitute teacher. And I won't have to pay rent and food bcos I'll live in their house.
But I'm sure they won't accept me taking the twins to live there. I can't afford rent let alone day care. It breaks me to think about this, and I don't know if I'll end up doing it bcos I want to keep being with them and raising them. But fleeing the city with me will make them more miserable. I can sleep at a gas station or whatever but they need roof over their head, they need stability. I'm not sure if they can get that with me, and I'm not sure if they can get enough love care and attention in orphanage. But at least they will have roof over their heads..
I feel awful and very sad about this so please don't be too hard on me with your advice.. if my plan is to leave them in orphanage, and work out of town as a maid with the intention to come get them again one day after I have more money to afford rent and day care..will I anger Allah? I have zero intention to abandon them and I'm worried this will affect their emotional growth too but at this time, I have no other choice.. I have a fundraiser but it doesn't run as fast as those loan sharks' due date approaching. Doesn't mean I'm not grateful for the support though. I am, but it seems like my fight comes to an end.

Besides through apps, how else can you get leftover food from restaurants/fast food places/grocery stores? Can you ask for them or can you dumpster dive?