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Hi everyone. Throwaway account because my main is too identifiable for my comfort. My (29F) husband (32M) is a PGY1 about to go into PGY2. Just to cut to the chase, this most recent rotation for him has been a little brutal as far as patients not surviving. We’ve been together since the summer after his first year in medical school, so I was with him through clinicals when he first started having to process this part of the job emotionally and it’s never really been an issue for me to support him through it before.
Today for some reason has absolutely broke me. He has mentioned four different situations where his patient passed and even going into more graphic detail of specifics that had to happen up to that point. I did not take it well emotionally but I feel SO selfish even feeling this way because I know he’s dealing with a lot of harder and more intense emotions from being so directly involved in the care. I was nice and comforted him but a little while after he calmed down I let him know I have a lower limit than him and really cannot handle hearing about so much in one day. But now I feel like a jerk for setting the boundary. I’m a major empath and a very emotional person just in general day to day life without all of this. Has anyone ever felt similar? What are some boundaries others have in place to get through this? Should I feel bad about what I said? Thanks for any and all replies!

So... Looking for some advice on what, if any, action I should take after being ghosted by a co-worker who I dated casually.
I (31F) work for a small foreign company in Tokyo, and got involved romantically with a co-worker of mine (31M). We don't work in the same team, but frequently attend drinking events or work meetings together.
We had a polite professional relationship for several years until three-ish months ago when we started to hook up. Went out to a few dinners, slept together a few times and generally enjoyed each others' company. The last time we parted was when I was leaving his apartment after a date, he walked me to the station and said he would invite me out again.
That was 4 weeks ago... I frequently see him at work, but we don't talk or make eye contact, and I certainly haven't told anyone at work about our fling.
I messaged him a few days ago asking him if we could meet again and he left me on read.
My dilemma here is: I have feelings for this guy still, and seeing him at work is getting hard for me. If I could just hear from him directly that he's moved on, I think that would give me a lot of peace of mind, and I could let go of the relationship and move on. I'm wondering if I should approach him at work to talk, or if I should just leave it alone and let time do the healing...?
Overall, I'm having a hard time not feeling disrespected in this situation. I would expect this from someone i met on an app, but not a co-worker... Interested to hear any advice, good or bad, on getting over this...
For context: I am an American, living in Japan for 10+ years. He is Japanese. We speak in Japanese together.

My ex of 2 years and I broke up about 2 weeks ago. We currently live together and my family is about 1000km away. I need advice on what steps I should take.
Throughout our relationship I moved to the same city she lives in. I had always wanted to move here, but doing it alone absolutely terrified me. don't get me wrong, it was still absolutely terrifying - but knowing I'd be able to be with her gave me such confidence. I felt like I could do anything if it meant we could be together y'know? about a year ago we moved in together with a good friend of ours and then another friend joined in halfway through. We were all supposed to get a place together at the end of this lease, but unfortunately since my ex attends university in this city it makes sense that she goes with them instead of me so her studies aren't disrupted as much. it sucks, I don't feel the best about it but I know my friends love me despite the fact they didn't chose me to continue living with them. non the less it hurts and finding out that they'd be continuing on with the plans we originally made together makes my soul sting so bad. they don't want me to feel abandoned, and they do things to show me that I'm not truely abandoned - but I can't help but feel abandoned, betrayed and kicked the the curb.
My issue is I'm not sure whether I should stay in the city that I've been living in for the last 2 years, or move back in with my parents. this city can be so expensive to live in and one of the driving forces between my ex and I was financial stress because of how badly I was struggling at times. I have a stable job right now that pays alright but I'm so scared that it won't be enough. My ex and I had goals to move in with each other so for the first year I was here I didn't buy any furniture of sorts (don't even have a mattress). I would have to completly build my life from the ground up which is something I've never had to do alone before. The whole reason i was confident enough to move out here 'alone' was because of her. My friends want me to stay, I absolutely adore this place and want to stay but my mental health is in absolute shambles. I started counseling 2 weeks before we broke up and it was helping, but now its stressing me out because of the cost. I wake up with panic attacks that can go up to 4 hours sometimes. I randomly burst into crying bits. I'm barley eating, I'm barley sleeping. I'm under 100ibs now and I was just starting to gain weight before thd break up. I've been able to go out and do things with my roommates but knowing that in a month they'll no longer be my roommates and everything is going to change even more than it has is causing me an insurmountable amount of dread. I stopped drinking 3 weeks before our break up and that's always been my go to coping mechanisms for when things get bad. I have been smoking weed non stop - but that was something I was trying to quit too so I've been feeling even worse because of that. I can't get anxiety medication where I currently am due to a doctor shortage, but I have a family doctor where my parents live who could help find me anxiety medication. I've had anxiety my whole life and it's been extremely disruptful, I feel like if I got medication for it It would help me find myself.
the issue I have with this though is the idea of going back home also terrifies me. I don't have a good relationship with my family, and while I know they'll be supportive of me, the idea of living with them in the city I hate after living in the city I love seems like such a silly move to make. I know my friends back home where my parents live would love to have me back but I don't want to leave behind all of the opportunities that this city might have for me :( at the same time, I don't even know if this city has anything for me anymore. I love it, I adore it in so many ways but I'm so heartbroken and filled with anxiety that I just don't have faith in myself. I just don't know what to do.
Should I try and stay where I currently live? Should I go and live with my parents again? Should I stay with my parents for a bit, sort my life out, save a little bit of money for awhile and then try and come back to the city I love? I just don't know what to do. my head is spinning and everyone keeps telling me to "go with my heart" but my heart is crying about my ex so that's not exactly good advice.
if anyone has any words of advice or can steer me into the right direction I would really appreciate. even just some words of hope.
I feel like I'm going crazy being surrounded by all of her things still. I'm terrified I won't be able to build connections with people out here because of how betrayed/abandoned I feel and I am scared that I won't get the comfort that I do desperately crave from my parents the way that I need it.
in sorry for the rambling. thank you for reading. hopefully I made enough sense. my mind feels like mush.

Hellooo, I have to pass. my BCAT in 2 weeks. Does anyone have a good study guide I can print out? Does something like that exist? I found Quizlet online.. anything better or more accurate?
I'm struggling, mainly because my learning style is anything but staring at the computer screen. :( lol any pointing in the right direction is greatly appreciated.

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I have a pearl white tri coat paint on my SUV..im noticing a lot of brown rusty looking spots all over, even on the plastic bumpers.
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Prep the rock chip spots lightly sanding with 1500 grit for the ones that still have visible rust if needed with qtip coverd sand paper..if not, clean with alcohol. Fill in with the paint kit (Dr color chip) and follow their directions.
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These are my beginner fanfictions! I tried to keep these as congruent with the portrayed personalities/actions of Overlord(tm).
The first is set sometime around the Re-Estize Kingdom destruction, while the second is set right after Pestonya and Nigredo get released from Ice Prison.
These feature Mare, Pestonya, and Cocytus mostly.
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The shadow demon whispered into Ainz' "ear" which was met with a heavy sigh. He had grown tired of this fight, his enthusiasm for the following battle was sapped- all due to a certain individuals' actions.
"I tire of this. Cocytus, do as you will."
Cocytus thumped his chest with the pride not only of being chosen by Ainz-Sama but at the incoming chance to prove his worth to his God.
"Yes! Ainz. Sama. Will. I. Be. Providing. Back. Up. For. Your. Commands?"
Ainz propped his chin on a knuckle, and with a regal wave of his hand stated his decree.
"This war is with truly worthless, as well as anything that might be here. Truly worthless creatures." A chill seeped over the ground as Cocytus and the other retainers within the splendorous tent realized- Ainz-sama was angered by the Individuals' previous actions. The chill spread through their feet and crawled up their backs, like a horrid ghost which wished to whisper sweet nothings of despair into your ear. Slowly, it retracted, yet all in the tent continued to shiver. Such was the wrath of a Supreme Being. "Except for "that individual" do as you must, this was a waste of time. Everyone you shall be placed under Cocytus' direct orders as needed- assist him as you must."
Ainz-sama leaned deeper into his fist, lost in thought and perhaps tired from having to deal with this skirmish- far beneath need to waste his time. Cocytus and the other retainers bowed and briskly left the room. Walking with pride- Cocytus was trailed by footsteps, one step of clicking heels behind him drew his notice.
"Cocytus."
Albedo, the Overseer of Nazarick gently but firmly gripped one of his arms causing him to stop in his tracks.
"I apologize for touching you, but I don't need to exp-"
Cocytus waved two of his opposite arms, opposite from Albedos' retreating grasp.
"It. Need. Not. Be. Said." Cocytus puffed out "To. Not. Only. Waste. Ainz. Samas'. Precious. Time. But. To. Also. Not. Even. Reach. The. Standards. To. Meet. His. Expectations. Is. Worthy. Of. Eradication."
The other retainers- the Floor Guardians nodded to his statement in agreement.
Shalltear piped up" Ahhh~ We don't even need to show them true despair, this will simply be an execution." With a shake of her head and an expression which read "It can't be helped."
With resolve tempered, Cocytus began his task.
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The Hydra was a creature well known not only in Yggdrasil, but in the New World as well. Capable of casting not only magic of the 5th tier, but sometimes able to cast martial abilities. This was, however, entirely dependent on the luck of said hydra from birth. They could have anywhere from 7-9 heads and each could be skilled in magic or martial abilities, what it knew however was random- one could cast up to 2nd Tier but another on the same body could cast 5th tier. Its' heads would act in unison, with a "main head" being chosen by one which displayed their dominance by fighting the other heads and helped by slight telekinesis which allowed them to sense the leaders' whims.
Pelgraya-Nurm was proud of her shiny scales, which she frequently rehydrated to keep their glistening texture possibly to appear alluring to the humans. Their approval was below her, but who wouldn't appreciate praise no matter how insignificant. She shook her golden brown mane, large and fluffy she would easily be lauded by these humans as the softest cuddling partner if only she was nicer. She was not however.
Pelgraya-Nurm was different however, instead of heads it had been born with a plethora of arms. These arms, while not adept at martial kills, could cast 6th tier spells and along with improved dexterity, she could wield weapons if needed. This could be the reason she was cast out and viciously chased off by her kith and kin, probably not wanting the weakness a mutant would bring. She also had a talent, for mana, which increased her mana regen by absurd amounts the lower her mana. She was currently leading the contingent of her mercenary group which while called "The City Guard" were nothing more than thugs.
Pelgraya-Nurm had taken a name in part of jealousy of dragons (but partially from being shunned by her kin) but also to make her stand out among humans. While she easily towered over humans, however, the creatures she saw across from the battlefield shook her even now and made her feel insignifigant. She looked to her adjutant, Papaya, an elf she had bought to handle any affairs of human relations.
"Papaya" Pelgraya-Nurm muttered "What is that contingent of undead? Why have we not heard of such a thing before?"
Papaya rocked with her masters' obvious displeasure.
"I-i'm not sure. We haven't heard anything from scouts or even from the kingdom- they simply appeared P-Pelgraya-sama."
Papaya was consequently splattered across the floor, nearby soldiers, and part of the wall Pelgraya-Nurm was stationed on. Wicking off her claws with a flick of the wrist, she voiced her displeasure.
"You can all be replaced, you are nothing to me. I own you." Pelgraya-Nurm stated matter-of-factly. Simply put, this was how Hydras' and even most monsters behaved- rule of the strong. However, this was not usually the case for humanoids. They had "laws" and "good samaritism" they usually reacted negatively to being pasted onto their nearby surroundings.
Out of the corned of her eye, Pelgraya-Nurm saw a twisting of her humongous shadow- a small offshoot which seemed to sputter and slink off. Only for a second, she must have been seeing a trick of the light. She turned towards her opponents and grinned, they stood no chance.
Across the battlefield, after being reported to by that shadow demon, someone stamped the seal which would seal their fate.
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Cocytus had prepared a map of the village they stood before, which had been prepared by the shadow demons beforehand. It was largely unremarkable, but being a ragtag mercenary group this could easily be all of their mustered forces. The shadow demons hadn't been scouting for long but they would more than likely bring forth confirmation to this point. Cocytus would not be swayed by this, already tempered by previous expectations.
"Shalltear. May. I. Leave. Mopping. Up. Escaping. Troops. Or. Those. Running. Away. To. You?"
With a dainty curtsy, Shalltear silently left with an expression of relish. Now, what to do about showing the true wrath towards someone who wasted the precious Supreme Ones' infinite mercy of a quick death?
"Do. We. Have. The. Troops. Ready?"
"Yes, Cocytus. I have a suggestion to showing off our Supreme Ones' beauty in rule." Demiurge responded with a slowly growing grin.
Then. I. Shall. Leave. That. To. You."
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Pelgraya-Nurm was the first to hear it. A slow repeating stomp followed by a short break and then repeating. It quickly grew and inversely morale quickly shriveled.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
This continued for a short while, as the undead which comprised the enemy forces- stomped in time, a truly jaw-dropping event. Undead could be coordinated so? In this number? Pelgraya-Nurm was growing uneasy, her surrounding contingent had long passed this.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
The undead knelt and bowed, all centered on the tent in the distance. A chill was growing like a pillar of ice in the human army. No longer centered around Pelgraya-Nurm, but on this unknown force which had appeared.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
The army split neatly in two as the undead smoothly, rised, slid away from the center, and resumed kneeling. A golden embroidered flag, with a black seal upon the purple midnight fabric. It slowly approached the middle grounds between the two armies and assumed a straight backed stance.
STOMP STOMP STOMP. Silence.
It began hoisting the flag straight up on every stomp, down in between. With a voice unnaturally loud for a sinle creature to have- and to be heard over such a distance. A voice which while holding a degree of self-importance rasped with the clear hatred for the living. It interrupted between the stomps.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
This continued until they saw creatures slowly walk from both sides of the army, chilling them to the bone even more somehow. Towering, black, and wielding swords in twisting patterns with paired great shields. Adorned with red veins which pulsated and seemed to draw the viewer into their grisly visage, a face which begged for them to approach and be rent. Death Knights.
These creatures lumbered in a roundabout number as the contingent shuddered in fear, no doubt a rout was being concocted simultaneously by these non-connected creatures. As the realization dawned on them for what was happening- they were being boxed in. Those horrid creatures had spaced themselves enough to easily be able to catch them if any tried to run.
It was a do-or-die situation. And if they got resurrected it might just be a die-or-die situation. Suddenly, gripping her superiority and strength- Pelgraya-Nurm commanded these rowdy people together.
"We have no chance of running, this is truly ride or die! Keep them at bay and I'll blast them to death!" she smirked despite her creeping fear.
The soldiers prepared themselves, maybe some of them would make it out alive if they fought to either their teeth or nails.
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Shalltear skipped along the streets, a strong undead following in tow. It was called a Living Hunter, an undead of the 50s level. It hungered for the living as its' name foretold, it however was adequately skilled for this task. It grew stronger in proportion to the living around it, which increased the radius of those included which could swell to absurd ranges depending on deployment. As well as that, it grew faster movement speed and attack speed the longer it chased an individual living creature. It towered over its surroundings and it could be slowed by those running into or hiding in buildings. This was also tempered by the fact it was sometimes unable to control itself from brutally devouring victims alive in brutal and sadistic fashions. While it could be a dangerous foe for attackers, it could easily be countered by simply sending in weak merc. NPCs to distract it or, even simpler just having a tank which had any taunt skill to constantly reset their passive.
Shalltear had been dragging along several human corpses in one hand while her umbrella was twirled in the other, snacks- not for her of course. They had easily accomplished their task, Living Hunter chasing stragglers and scaring people while Shalltear threw rocks to smash them into pieces. While its disgusting nature could never be mistaken for cute, the growl it made was of pleading. Shalltear stopped in place, sighed in an exaggerated manner, and spun with a childish waggle of her finger said-
"I GUESS you receive a treat for your good work.."
-she smiled and tossed corpses up to the Undead Hunter not unlike how one would toss treats to their pet dog. It snapped them up and smashed them like balloons between its teeth, chewing them up as if relishing a delicious piece of bubblegum.
"Gruuuu..!" it rumbled, shaking the surroundings.
"Okay, you continue with the pincer attack while I watch over this city, arinsu~."
It lumbered off as Shalltear sauntered up a walls buttressed stairs, before shortly perching herself to watch the ensuing battle, kicking her feet, and cutely twirling her umbrella.
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STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
STOMP "Ainz!" STOMP "Ooal!" STOMP "Gown!". Silence.
Suddenly, it stopped. Jolting the mercenaries to attention. The undead chanter turned itself to the side and took steps back. A towering creature stepped forth from the tent and walked down the alley towards them.
As a slow frost gently billowed forth from the enemy side, the soldiers teeth began clacking. Pelgraya-Nurm, being cold-blooded, especially. The creature walked forth, eyes glinting in the dwindling sunlight and planted itself where the chanter had been. It slammed its weapons- a giant curved sword with a long hilt, a halberd, and an oddly small thin blade. The halberd and large sword had their hilts planted in the crackling, dry earth.
Silence. No one dared breath. The battlefield had shrunk and the contingent realized this. They were audibly shaking now, armor clinking over armor. Pelgraya-Nurm moved to say something was cut off by a shriek from behind them. A shriek which sounded like souls whining to be realsed from eternal torment.
Rubble came crashing down around them, slushing some of them and maiming others. Pelgraya-Nurm was struck by a huge chunk of wall directly in the face as she looked up, knocking her out cold. She was unable to witness the creature which had crumbled the walls from behind like a child might crush a graham cracker in their hands. It lurched over, so close it could look some of them face to face. It rasped a disgusting swathe of undead stench over them and seemingly chuckled. It- counter to its' size, grasped several soldiers with its armored mitts and tossed them into the air. The resulting crunch of the bone heralded the beginning to the skirmish.
As the undead began marching towards them, their attention was diverted between the encroaching mass of dead and the fact this creature summarily had grasped Pelgraya-Nurm and slowly dragged her with them. Their trump card removed, they were finished in barely ten minutes.
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Pelgraya-Nurm awoke slowly, her vision blurry and ear-holes ringing.
"????? ??????? ?? ??? ????..." something murmured. She did not know or care whether this was directed at her, and she was focused on simply getting up and wreaking havoc among these filthy peasants. She toppled over, due to her weight and a force pushing her down.
"??! ??? ????? ? ??? ?????? ??? ? wonder ?? sama ??? ???????? ?? ?????" failed to breach her head and report anything communicable to her brain. She was slowly coming to and realized she was surrounded.
A silver haired thing, a creature in orange vestment, and the tall white thing from before.
"Waking ??? ?? ???? ?. Good. ??? ?? ?? begin."
The silver-hair and white- thing stood with smug(?) looks (she had never cared to learn human expressions) as the orange-suit walked forward.
"How would you ???? do this?" the orange-ones' movement was making her dizzy again, however she had the upper hand- quickly she cast a [Silent Magic: Ultra Fireball] in a deft motion. Before that she was struck across the head which sent her reeling and slightly rolling. The fuzziness returned-
"No." orange-suit said, muffled by her newly made brain fog.
"A bit gentler ???? ?????? Ainz-sama ???? ???? this one ??? all." the silver-hair piped up
"Indeed. It. Will ????. ?. ??????. Prize. For. ???. Ainz. Sama. ????. It. Would. Seem. ???. ?. ??????. Bauble." white-thing responded.
Her vision returning, she weakly lifted her head and was promptly struck again- she had been bitch-slapped. It wasn't as forceful as before, which allowed her to go all out and cast [Maximize Magic: Ultra Fireball], [Maximize Magic: Magic Arrow], and [Maximi-
She was bitch slapped once.
She was bitch slapped twice.
She was bitch slapped a third time.
Her head was whipped around comically with the applied beatings.
"????. ??. ????. ???. Awaits." the white-thing stated
"??????." the silver-hair responded
"??. ??? ????? ????." the orange-suit concurred.
Pelgraya-Nurm was gripped by her throat as she was recovering from this. The orange-thing gripped her throat with a single thing, threatening to crush her windpipe. Slowly she started being dragged along behind them, at a brisk pace. The cobblestone of the city around her and the subsequent rocky ground, for the first time hurt as she was roughly dragged along it.
She struggled, and was thrown onto the ground and bitch-slapped again, gripped by the throat, and dragged along again. This continued two more times, but Pelgraya-Nurm was exhausted, not only from her large size' energy need, the beatings, and an unknown exposure to the sunlight. She felt weak and the fight left her. She was dragged along the long, slow, path towards that tent.
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They finally arrived in front of the tent and she was again slammed into the ground, this time in a much harder throw. The wind and tears were knocked from her, the ground cracking underneath this crushing blow. The white-thing, silver-hair, and orange-suit all prostrated themselves towards the tent. An encroaching fear was growing over Pelgraya-Nurm and she bowed her head to the ground (again, partly from exhaustion and the beatings).
"Ainz-sama! We have brought this disgusting specimen before you as you have asked!" the three spoke in unison. Pelgraya-Nurm understood. Ainz Ooal Gown was not a country or a simple fief but someone these things bowed before.
As the aforementioned one fluttered the tent flap open, a finely decorated skeleton thing- followed by a demi-angel(?). Fear pierced her through like a harpoon, and felt as if it was being pulled through her guts. She openly shook and hoped maybe since they had brought her forth, they might allow her to at least live. Undead were known to hate the living, but maybe since this one surrounded itself by the living it would be merciful.
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Ainz flapped open the tent, and was greeted with Demiurge, Shalltear, and Cocytus. He received their gift of this prisoner-of-war, and consequently praised their efforts. This praise made them seemingly shiver with delight. But to Pelgraya-Nurm, it was unnoticed- she was too focused on this one called "Ainz."
"A-Ainz-sama?" She spat up as she pressed her head into the head indent she had made earlier. "I-"
Ainz sliced his hand horizontally as if to cut her in twain.
"Silence." it commanded.
She began tearing up, how could fate deny her strength. She had made herself a slowly growing land, full with servants, and glory to her. Why had this thing come here? Why her?
"To viciously murder ones followers, loyal beings- is a sin I cannot abide. To do so, is to be scum of the worst kind. I do not normally do this, but I shall relish this. Cocytus lift her."
Before she could run, white-thing grabbed her by the forehead and lifted her straight up. This painful grip denied her any chance to pull free, her large body squirming halfways upon the ground. Her arms pulled and scraped the ground and attempted to pull herself free by pushing against Cocytus. She was like a child being lifted by the leg, helpless against her coming doom.
Ainz flicked his wrist and a magic circle appeared before his bony hand. With that he made a faux-gripping motion and she could no longer move her body and some of her arms. It felt like she was truly being gripped within his grasp. Her arms now flailed uselessly and she screamed and cried as she too flailed. Her last thought was that she had never found a mate, maybe a human HAD been her only chance.
With that flick of the wrist, she was summarily twisted around, multiple times, in a quick clockwise turn. Cocytus' grip being the axis of this sickly pirouette, evoking the look of a ballroom dance. Cocytus subsequently dropped the head.
"Send it to be picked clean, and Living Hunter to patrol."
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Much later, after confirming everything was razed and destroyed- the Living Hunter gleefully engorged itself among the feast of the battlefield.
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Pestonya completed her tasks; per the norms- as Head Maid she had more tasks to do than the maids under her but not as many as, say, the Pleiades. Basic tasks and management work she could handle but something had caused her normal confidence to wilt.
Maids, and even some of the other Area Guardians would normally flit back and forth like a well oiled machine- today was no different...
however-
almost everyone who passed her would for a split second lock eyes with her, and she knew exactly why. She had disgraced herself and had actively gone against the wishes of the Supreme One, Ainz Ooal Gown. This was tantamount to blasphemy. While Ainz had considered her request and complied, she felt shame and the bitter taste in her mouth; jealousy.
Jealousy towards her co-conspirator Nigredo. They had both pleaded with Ainz to spare some humans from the utterly brutal beheading of the kingdom they were currently facing. She did not have to leave her home as she had been punished and placed within the Frozen Prison, which was already her home. She did not have to bear the continuous weight of others silent judgement. She did not have to silently endure the newborn hesitation of other Nazarick denizens to follow her commands. Pestonya bore it, if it was what the master wanted, it was what the master would receive.
Ainz had listened, complied, released, and forgave both of them- each of those displayed alone would have been a blessing. Altogether, it was practically disrespectful to have received each bestowal of his compassion and mercy. It had produced many mixed feelings within her, gratitude and shame.. Despite her willingness to work tirelessly and endlessly to erase this debt, Ainz-sama had said she still deserved a break and had told her to collect her thoughts during it.
She had spent those days and nights wringing her hands and though her body did not have the ability to cry, she had done so without the tears. The dark fog of feelings had loomed over her and kept her lost within.
She once more braced herself and returned to the grace one of Nazaricks maids was expected to have. She knocked on the (comparative to the others) plain wood door. This wasn't to say it didn't belong- the fine engravings upon it swirled into each other, leading the eye on a slow tour of tastefulness. But when compared to some of the other enchanting decorations on the 9th floor, it was... unique. Within, a voice beckoned her in.
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As she entered, she recalled something she had witnessed once, long ago.
"You aren't HIDING anything are you?!" a gruff, booming voice proclaimed "You wouldn't want to get in trouble with the other would you?"
A tall armored man was ranting and raving, gesturing wildly, and... making odd poses. The man was one of the 41, Touch Me-sama. Anyone could tell he was 200% not serious, and was joking glibly with another. Her creator, Ankoro Mochi Mochi-sama.
In comparison, the normally soft voice was practically screeching and she was likewise smacking at Touch Me continuously. Touch Me had puffed out his chest and was laughing haughtily-
"HO HO HO!" he bellowed, as each smack of Ankoro's hands displayed a gentle "0 dmg" marker.
In a more subdued voice, he mumbled something to her with his hands on his hips, something which caused Ankoro to renew her vigorous assault and somehow, in an even higher pitch-
"NO! I AM NOT A FURRY! SHUT UPPPPP!"
"Then why are both your NPCs animal people..? Hmmm..." Touch Me mocked a pose which would normally invite deep introspection. They had continued with these jabs as they traded items which they thought were interesting, or the other might like, simple presents between them- a soft, gentle feeling of mutual respect and closeness.
Pestonya, lost in thought, had no clue what a "Furry" was.. Along with her natural kindness, gentle tone, and sympathy towards the otherwise despised humans she had taken this to mean "Fury." Ankoro Mochi Mochi-sama had intended for her to be compassionate to those around her, and she had gladly done so. But she had no right to assume what her creator had meant..
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Pestonya snapped out of her daydream and entered the office of Sebas-sama, the walls were bare, and the room, likewise, had a desk covered in neatly stacked papers which Sebas sat behind. Sebas had the glint of gentleness in his eyes and none of the derision the others sometimes let slip.
Not only had they talked over the memories of their creators fondly with each other, they were close colleagues as well, both heading management positions..
-they had also bitterly talked about how they had felt they betrayed Ainz-samas' kindness and gone against his word. At first, this had led to awkward silence and uneasy shame but they both bonded over willingness to pay back Ainz-samas mercy 10-fold.
"Pestonya-sama, welcome."
They both traded the customary bows and sat down opposite each other.
"Sebas-sama.. ah.." she could barely get the words out and she trembled slightly trying to.
Sebas simply waited patiently and his firm gaze braced her to answer for what she wished to request.
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Eclair Ecleir Eicler walked proudly, he had finished another piece in the grand battle to take over the throne of Nazarick.
He laughed haughtily, and loudly proclaimed his mission statement "I Ecl-"
Before he could even get his name out, he was shoved violently down the stairs and tumbled down the grand staircase.
After the dizziness wore off, he looked up at his assaulter..
A freezing cold stare met him, backlit by a chandelier and slightly heaving shoulders stood the Floor Guardian Mare. His normal shy flower-like disposition was more akin to a fist that had crushed a bouquet of flowers. Maybe those flowers were lilies intended to be placed on his coffin.
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Fluder Paradyne traced the usual path he made when he was ruminating. As his master and teacher had surmised, Jircniv had him cut off from tactical speeches and high-end gatherings. Either way, it did not matter to him as he could dedicate more time to studying the tome he had been graciously given- and Jircniv had stopped giving commands to even his knights since they had been vassalized.
The floorboards creaked and groaned from his pacing, and indeed, one could faintly make out wear and tear that made a path back and forth that he trailed. This entire floor was his to do as he pleased, he had restored a shaky position with his disciples, and even then, they rarely saw him anyways.
On this floor there were two guards, and a third "guard." While his master had said that the Shadow Demon was there to deliver and inspect the average goings on Fluder did. A bitter pang in his heart stabbed at his feelings. He had betrayed Jircniv for his new master, and it was rather obvious his Master had him monitored for betrayal- but compassionately let him keep his pride by stating it was there in case he quickly needed assistance or to contact him.
He wouldn't dare simply send his master a [Message] whenever he wanted to, and he had been rather busy lately anyways. His rumination led to deep introspection over the tome he held in reverence, his new tasks, and more. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and was chastising himself lightly, as he felt like a young boy again. Every time he dipped out of sight of the two guards, despite his ruminations- he would absent-mindedly add flourish to his pacing. A little spin here, a little hop there, and so on. This was undoubtedly unbecoming for the "pinnacle" among his magic using peers; however, he was no longer the wise teacher but the learning student.
He remembered the meetings with his teacher, Ainz-sama, and they could be counted on one hand. However he did not say anything on the matter as they had been massive moments each time. He was also taught just how minuscule he was and that he had a long ways to go. He had occasional visits with several casters from Ainz-samas Great Underground Nazarick. He had the lady known as Narberal, and the shrinking violet Mare-sama, to explain deeper meaning in magic. Both were the quiet type, so he could easily ask questions rapid-fire.
"Ahhhh.." he mumbled over and over. He had to ask every possible question regarding in specific detail or they would silently sit there. The meetings were short and when over they would quickly leave through a [Gate] .
Again "Ahhhh.." he heard about some of the resources in Nazarick which piqued his interest in what sorceries he might yet hold in his hand. If he provided good results maybe he could someday be allowed admittance..
A sound notified him of a [Gate] spell entering, he had been scheduled one such visit, and thus ready to greet him and vice versa.
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Pestonya walked the same path she had done a week before, and knocked on the door to Sebas-samas' office. However, when it was heard one of the maids announced her visitation. Unease. Incredible unease. She entered and practically imploded seeing Ainz-sama seated on what was usually Sebas-samas' chair. She knew what was coming and her subsequent execution was writ in stone. It was obvious Sebas-sama would talk about this to Ainz-sama, but she still felt slightly betrayed.
"I have finally disrespected Ains-sama enough so to be unforgivable" she thought. She bowed to Ainz-sama and with her heart in her stomach she waited for her punishment.
Ainz asked her to stand up straight, and waited for an explanation of her previous actions.
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Salaam all. I was raised culturally Christian, but not religious. Islam is one of the first religions I’ve considered being serious about. I have some worries about reverting though.
I like the idea of Islam for more of a routine, for the closeness to Allah- I appreciate how Allah is a truly neutral title in itself, where even God in English does not come close to that. I like how personal aspects of the Qur’an feel.
But I question wanting this when I think about religious fundamentalism that is prevalent in Muslim communities and majority Muslim countries, when Islam is used as a tool of oppression.
I believe in the Qur’an being divinely inspired, I believe in Allah in all their wonderfulness. But I can’t believe that the Qur’an is the direct word of Allah either. I don’t believe in fearing. I would like to center liberation and love as seen in the Qur’an.
I’m queer, disabled, trans. I already know I will not be seen as enough by plenty of other Muslims. But are there any other Muslims who are more ‘loose’ with their religion? More spiritual than bent on the rules? Muslims who take historical context into account instead of always defaulting to literalism?

First of all, sorry if there's any English mistake.
I'm 20 years old never kissed someone and never had friends.
I was born ugly. Not a messy person, not someone average. I'm ugly. objectively ugly. I could number all the features of my face that are considered disgusting by society, but I won't because otherwise the post would possibly have another 100 lines.
I can't have a conversation looking directly into people's faces because I feel ashamed of myself. I miss the obligatory mask use during covid times. Everywhere I go, I try to position myself at an angle where my face is as little exposed as possible. When I walk down the street, I stay on the side of the wall so that one side of my face is hidden. When I see someone taller than me, I feel inferior. Especially if it's someone handsome and tall... then, in addition to feeling inferior, I feel angry and jealous of the person. This is body dysmorphia, quite possibly. One of the thousands of psychological problems I developed because of childhood bullying
There are those who say that a good personality is capable of overcoming such conditions. Maybe I would even agree, if we're referring to someone average or just a little ugly. But in relation to the real uglies, that's already a myth. But ok, let's suppose it's true: it wouldn't work for me either because I have social phobia and I've never even had any friends. That is, I don't know how to talk, I'm socially awkward and I've never had experiences that 99% of normal people with the same age have had, such as a simple trip to the mall with friends or a friendly call on discord.
But to make things worse (when someone is cursed at birth, it has to be completely cursed, right?), I'm short. I'm around 5'6 tall. And so is my masculine organ.
Loneliness, in small doses, is wonderful (at least for us introverts). It's great to be alone and listen to music, play something, play a video game, read a book, cook... but daily, eternal and continuous loneliness is one of the worst feelings that any human can have, after all, we are social beings and what allowed the evolution of the species was the social relationship. And I don't have it. I don't know what it's like to feel loved by people who aren't family (since in this case affection and love is just instinctive). I don't even remember the last time I got a hug. And I'm starting to miss all of that, especially seeing others around me happy and living their lives like a movie.
I, truly, just wanted to be normal. But maybe this life isn't for me.

I almost never post things on the internet in general, and almost didn't want to make this its own thread, but just can't resist reaching out to see if others have experienced something similar as I can't seem so find anything even close. I know these things are real, but am also a healthy skeptic myself, so please, flame away if you must, I understand where you're coming from.
5/27/23 Ground-level yellow blinking light42/300
I live alone, pretty far out in the county. (Like, Amish neighbors far out)
I've had experiences with these (usually) high altitude, obviously intelligently controlled craft/light(s) that many describe. Many times over the years, in fact. Almost always with other people present, also witnessing the same things, so though jarring, things always felt safe.
Well, it'd been awhile (a year or so) and something inside me decided it was time tonight to go outside, look up, and to try to say hello; see if anyone was in the area.
About 9:30, make coffee and go stand out in a spot in my yard (not too far from the house, ~50ft) with the best view of the entire sky. Very dark, party cloudy. While staring at the sky waiting for my eyes to get adjusted to the darkness of the sky, I tried meditating on just being a calm, peaceful, and welcoming presence out there. After a few minutes of standing, I decided to walk down to the boathouse shed next to the pond (maybe ~60 feet from the house) to grab a lawn chair that I could take back to my spot in the yard.
Not a minute after returning to my spot and setting up the chair do I notice a very small, blinking/pulsing yellow light zipping around down by the pond in the SAME AREA that I JUST WAS a minute or so before. I watched, it would blink erratically a few times, allowing me to catch its path of travel, then disappear, only to reappear a second or two later in a completely different location in that area with another few quick blinks/pulses of this yellow light. One second it'd be ground level, another, it was floating up to the top of one of the trees nearby the pond. No sound. At this point I know that something strange had arrived, and also that it was VERY aware that I was there and looking in it's direction. I got my hello. My heart immediately starts racing out of control. I'd not had this CLOSE an experience before, and was hardly ready for it. My mind hopelessly attempts to attribute it to a firefly, as that's what it could MOST closely relate this sighting to. But it traveled around MUCH too quickly, blinking patterns were odd, and as I tried to quickly reevaluate my surroundings, there were exactly 0 other fireflies around ANYWHERE. We don't get them until late June/Early July anyways.
At this point I'm beginning to feel overwhelmed because I keep loosing it's position between the blinks/pulses and wondered if it intended on coming nearer to me, so, out of fear, I began walking briskly back towards the house, attempting to respectfully make clear that I'd suddenly gotten very overwhelmed due to the close proximity of this encounter, which I hadn't experienced before, and needed to stop. Once I was back on my back porch, near the door of the house, I took another long look back in that direction. Though I was genuinely freaked, I still wanted to see if I could catch it's flashes once more. I did, and it was coming quickly nearer, about at the spot in the yard where I'd just been. In an instant, I felt my entire nervous system electrically light up, all the blood drain from my body, my face go pale. I couldn't help but to nervously scurry back inside, my self-preservation taking the wheel. I wish I could've shown more courage, but the behavior of these things have a way of making you feel very small and helpless, especially in one-on-one encounters.
Again, not trying to prove anything, just trying to detail an experience that I had. Still in that, 'not quite sure how to proceed' state. I feel bad, I meant no disrespect and attempted to make that clear. Don't ask unless you are prepared to receive, I suppose.

Alright so before I begin this post. I am well aware many of this sub dislikes or hates me since yes, I was a controversial youtuber before, however, I've ever since been trying to slowly change that and all I ask while you read this is to at least hear me out.
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Now to the rant at hand. I will also state immediately that this isn't a hate post but more of a concern I have in general about the series.
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Alright so you all heard lately how Colin recently quit SMG4 as one of the writers and everyone was overjoyed and or instantly blamed glitch entirely. I want to state either one is not really valid because the guy can indeed write after I saw the highlights he did. He isn't perfect by any means but he's a lot better than I've expected.
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As for the part on blaming glitch heads for refusing his ideas, I can't say they are entirely in the wrong. I myself am also a writer part time for other channels and I do scripts for fun. No revenue, literally for fun since I have a bigger passion for writing than for animating to be completely honest since early 2023.
I state this because a lot of youtubers I work with don't use 100% of what I write and hell, some don't even credit me. Although to be fair, I understand since once again I know I was a controversial youtuber back in 2021 and half of 2022 before the original channel was deleted. Just because ideas aren't 100% used doesn't mean glitch is evil for it. They have the right to refuse an idea. That being said though, I will agree some of the decisions not to add said ideas seemed a bit odd.
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I would also like to note Medi and Cloud are the goat of Animators and Editors and may sneak in some things that works magically sometimes lol. Actually Cloud is a friend of mine and he's such a chill guy to chat with.
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Now here is where the actual rant begins. I am very concerned on where Glitch is taking SMG4 and no, not with the redesign or the Castle going deletus. My concern lies with the characters in general.
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Why is it that now Meggy for example on SMG4 is inconsistent on being nice or being mean? I do have a theory that they may be trying to portray Meggy as a Bipolar or borderline personality disorder but still, even then, I feel they don't know which direction to take with her but they use her in many videos as she is SMG4's cash cow and for good reason. I am concerned that it could lead to them killing her off or making her a complete ass which I don't want either to happen. It's quite sad actually that she is meaner with Mario more and more but yet, despite Mario's flaws and his...Manchild behavior, he has saved her ass many times and helped her more than most others ever would. No, I am not suggesting what y'all probably assume....I just freaking miss them being friends in general and actually be a good duo together as friends.
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Mario is a whole other issue. My god, the guy has went from a dumb Italian to a full on man child which I also partially blame on how everyone on SMG4 Treats him. The poor guy is abused all the time and Meggy even once said while still somewhat sane that she couldn't imagine living like him every single day and she understands why he acts as he does. Yes, it is funny to see Mario be abused or get his just desserts but....They go waaaaaayyy overboard with it and then make him more and more like a child which gets old super quickly. Today's episode I feel we saw a bit more of Old SMG4 Mario but, that ending today sorta made him go back to a man child.
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What the heck happened to SMG3? I mean I don't mind him being what he is for the most part and growing as a person but I also feel he is becoming a Stewie Griffin RIP Off nowadays. Over used Jokes and how SMG3 seems to sometimes struggle on being good and bad. It's like make up your mind what SMG3 is and hell, maybe have a SMG3 VS SMG4 episode again. This one though is not my biggest issue so that, i'll just say it's a agree to disagree situation.
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SMG4 himself, I am literally confused what his actual role or stance is these days on the show. One minute he's sane, another he's insane and then another he's borderline evil? I kinda feel like SMG4 is on the same "Bipolar" Episode as Meggy in a way and that also concerns me. All else I need to add is, no hate for him, just confused on his stance.
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Why is everyone else like Bowser,, Chris, Swag, Peach, Saiko, Tari, Boopkins and Bob in a lot less episodes? Last time I've checked, aside Boopkins and Peach, everyone else is loved by the community for the most part. Make them appear more.
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Luigi is the one character I feel is on a similar track than years ago and I honestly have no complaints with how Luigi is portrayed lol.
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Alright so why does all of this concerns me? I kinda feel like in a way, the series is heading towards a SML route and or a stale and weird route. I am not sure if they are trying to end the series or if they are trying to go fresh but going about it the wrong way or if it's just bad writing. I am just concerned on the actual direction the show is going. On my community, on SMG4's and others, I often see this as complaints. "I don't watch SMG4 anymore" "The episodes suck since Lawsuit Arc" "Meggy is overused and shouldn't be used anymore" "Mario's a Manchild" "The writers don't know what they're doing".
I just feel like the community is dividing even further and it's honestly super sad. I've wanted to write for SMG4 since 2022 actually but now seeing what happened to Colin and how sometimes questionable decisions are made that I myself don't understand why it was denied. I don't know. Makes me worried if I somehow wrote for glitch plus being controversial, bigger hate would arise for Glitch and I which sucks.
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I honestly feel SMG4 just needs to go back to his routes a little bit, look into himself to see what the fans actually want but also see what he want's. Blend it together somehow instead of going extreme on one end or the other and just actually make decisions that can benefit more people instead of denying only because one or two people are uncertain or scared of taking risks. Risks are always something to consider but also know when to do it and when not to do it you know.
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Also, I want to point out that I know FM may read this and in case he is, just want to point out that I know you already try to please both sides when you're involved with the writing and as for Medi and Cloud, keep sneaking in juicy scenes lol. I personally love it when either of them do a scene.
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James, Kevin and Luke, by all means this is not a hate post and whoever reads this, I don't want everyone to attack one another or glitch or anyone working for glitch or the fans and non fans.
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This is simply a rant of my concerns and if anyone from glitch would like to address them to me privately or in the post, feel free and I would be more than happy to listen.
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I will also warn that if this post does lead to direct drama to me or to glitch, I may take down this post. I just want to see in general if my concerns are founded or unfounded and to possibly help glitch get back fully on the map and making spicy quality content.
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Anyways, that's all I gotta say so take care everyone.

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Hi everyone , I’ve been pressing flowers now for almost 3 years and have not seemed to crack how to maintain the color. Most of the frames with flowers off made maintain the color pretty well for a year or two but then fade, some completely. I know people out there do color enhancement stuff but there are so many pressors who claim to do it all “ naturally” yet I wonder how they are able to maintain the color or do they just caveat their sales by saying it’ll fade over time ? I’ve told people to keep any frames out of direct sunlight and not in humid places so I’m not sure what else to try. Thank you!

For background, I've wanted to do theatre ever since I was a child (like 5). I've always loved everything in it, and I went to a performing arts high school in my city to try and make my experience even better My first year was everything I've dreamed of, even though I was on tech crew, but this year has been completely awful Something changed in my drama teacher and he went from this cool dad figure to a nightmare in months. During our fall production it was constant yelling at us for the tiniest mistakes, we practically weren't allowed to have fun. It was fine, but this spring production? We had multiple casts, which normally I wouldn't have a problem with, but for this play it was hell. We only got one practice before we were expected to be off book. And for my final dress rehearsal one of his favourites forgot every single one of his lines, guess who got blamed? Everyone else. He called us embarrassing, and a handful of other insults just to rub it in. There's been so many things wrong with that show, but that was the final straw for everyone. I want to love theatre so badly but I've grown to become almost fearful of it. I went to my first audition yesterday and when the director asked me to do the scene again with some changes I froze up completely, thankfully it went away before the scene but I'm scared for what my future in theatre will be because of it. I also can't exactly drop his classes in theatre because I'll need them for post secondary. It's just a frustrating situation, and I don't want it to ruin my future. I've already decided I won't be in any part of the spring production. But im terrified this will ruin my chances at a lead in the spring musical. He is the only teacher I feel this way about. My band teachers are incredible, and my dance teacher has taught me so much about not just hiphop moves. But every time I step into a rehearsal under my theatre teachers direction, it feels like a chore I need to complete before being able to feel relaxed.

This happened to me a few months ago but I’m still stuck on the fact that it happened at all. I booked a direct flight from JFK to KEF for myself and my daughter about six months before the flight. About 8 weeks before the flight I got a notice that due to a schedule change our flight was now a day early. But when I logged on to Delta the fact was that my original flight was still scheduled. Iceland is one of the most expensive countries to visit and I had already made and prepaid all my hotels and my rental car, and I was pulling my daughter out of school as it was and didn’t really want to make her miss another day, so I called Delta. Got a very nice agent and ZERO explanation or suggested fix. They just said “schedule changes happen”. But it hadn’t. My original flight was still there. They said “sometimes it’s out of our hands and it’s a security issue”. Which makes NO sense and I felt was just a way for me to stop asking questions. I asked who was going to pay for my unplanned extra day or hotel and car rental? No answer. They said “all we can promise is to still get you there”. I asked to be put on my original flight. They said it was sold out. But I had purchased my seats MONTHS before. In the end, I gave up. Flew out a day early. Spent hundreds more dollars. Yes I had a great time but it still seems wrong. I spent a whole lot of time researching what an airline who does this has to provide the customer, and came up completely empty. I just can’t find anything that talks about being moved up by a whole day. So I guess what I wonder is, has anyone else had this happen? Was there anything else I could have done or asked for?

They let you know the relationships individual characters of the alphabet have with one another. The alphabet is a room of 26 people and you've got extroverts and you've got introverts. Then there's a few wallflowers who rarely hang out with any but a few people. Some bigram pairings are super common and others don't exist. What if the keymap was designed to amalgamate the most common bigrams instead of separating them? Conveniently, the 8 most common bigrams align with the eight most commonly used letters of the alphabet (except for R which is less common but like suuuuper tight with a lot of the big players).
TH HE IN ER AN RE ON AT EN ND TI ES OR are the 13 most common bigrams (in order). Notice ER and RE both high on the list. The commonality of the letters R & E which should logically make it a primary bigram, but due to it being mirrored it isn't suitable for a standardized output. For simplicity's sake I am only interested in primarily unidirectional bigrams.
TH HE IN AN ND have the strongest unidirectional relationships and are the Primary Bigrams. They rarely, if ever, go in the other direction.
ON AT EN ES ER TI still have unidirectional affinity in one direction more than the other, so they are the Lesser Primary Trigrams.
These bigrams are all two-key macros such that both can be struck in unison and always be output in the right direction. I've optimized my keyboard for easy chording of these bigram pairs.