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2023.06.03 23:18 Much_Yesterday_4403 Elimination Poll Options: Steve's Screw-Ups
Brenda and Steve tied for the next elimination poll theme! We'll do Brenda first and then Steve. Here are a list of options that I've compiled. Please comment below if I've missed something and I'll include it. Or if you think something shouldn't be included, I'm open to hearing that too! I will post a qualifying poll for each on Tuesday that will be open for two days, and that will determine our Top 9. Brenda's elimination poll will start on Thursday, and Steve's elimination poll will begin directly after Brenda's poll ends.
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- 1.06 “Higher Education” – Steve cheats on his history exams
- 1.11 “B.Y.O.B.” – Steve spikes Brandon’s drink
- 2.10 “Necessity is a Mother” – Steve doesn’t listen to Donna and loses money on the stock market
- 2.20 “A Competitive Edge” – Steve takes steroids to succeed on the track team
- 3.02 “The Twins, the Trustees and the Very Big Trip” – Steve tries to date a set of twins
- 3.12 & 13 & 14 – “Destiny Rides Again” “Rebel with a Cause” “Wild Horses” – Steve breaks into the school to change his grades, bribes a janitor and gets expelled
- 3.14 “Wild Horses” & 7.02 “Here We Go Again” – Steve spread rumors about Kelly in High School
- 3.17 “The Game is Chicken” – Steve partakes in illegal street racing
- 4.1 “So Long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Goodbye” – Steve flirts with Jill while Celeste is RIGHT THERE
- 4.9 & 10 & 11 “Otherwise Engaged” “And Did It…My Way” “Take Back the Night” – Steve cheats on Celeste by sleeping with Laura. He treats Laura badly afterwards and she accuses him of date rape.
- 4.13 & 14 “Emily” "Windstruck" – Steve steals Professor Randall’s prized baseball as a KEG initiation
- 4.22 “Change Partners” – Steve lets Muntz use Andrea’s dorm room to sleep with his girlfriend
- 4.26 “Blind Spot” – Steve outs Mike Ryan to KEG house
- 4.29 “Truth and Consequences” – Steve and Laura spread rumors about how Brenda got cast in the school play
- 5.13 “Up in Flames” – Steve throws a party and it ends in a house fire and injuries to Kelly and Alison
- 6.18 “Snowbound” – Steve street races with Clare and ends up in traffic school
- 6.25 “Smashed” – Steve throws a party and his brother Ryan ends up with alcohol poisoning
- 7.05 “Pledging My Love” – Steve streaks in front of the Chancellor’s speech with KEG pledges
- 7.06 “Housewarming” – Steve flirts with and kisses Theresa while Clare is RIGHT THERE
- 7.10 & 11 “Lost in Las Vegas” “If I Had a Hammer”– Steve plagiarizes Brandon’s paper and almost gets expelled
- 8.9 & 10 “Friends, Lovers & Children” “Child of the Night” – Steve refuses to take a paternity test when an old fling turns up pregnant
- 8.20 “The Girl Who Cried Wolf” – Steve acts like a real asshole when Val was raped by Noah
- 8.23 & 24 “Making Amends” “The Nature of Nurture” – Steve impersonates Ted to date Jill
- 8.27 “Reunion” – Steve attempts to have sex with Rhonda while out with Janet
- 9.12 & 13 “How to Be a Jerk Women Love”, “Trials and Tribulations” – Steve ends up in small claims court over a failed dating seminar
- 9.13 “Withdrawal” – Steve doesn’t pay attention while dog-sitting (because Steve is nothing if not horny) and allows Janet’s purebred to mate with a mutt
- 9.19 “The Leprechaun” – Steve hires a little person to pose as a leprechaun for The Beat
- 10.23 “And Don’t Forget to Give Me Back My Black T-Shirt” – Steve invests money and has a secret savings account behind Janet’s back
2023.06.03 23:17 Sufficient_Ad7727 Animal Hoarding
Hello, I’ll do my best to explain the situation in a concise manner. My Mother in law was dealing with an animal hoarding issue for many years. In 2019 we began the process of finding homes for 11 of her 13 cats. We were able to get the number of animals down to 2 cats and one dog. In 2021 my husbands Uncle offered to remodel the home which was in complete disrepair due to the animals destroying the interior of it. The house has since been completely remodeled but my husbands Uncle requested someone move in with my mother in law because he wanted to charge rent for the cost of the remodel. It’s a long story but he bought the home from my mother in law because she could no longer afford the expense so he let her live there rent free for years until the remodel took place. Last year my sister in law and her boyfriend moved in to help pay the rent and care for my aging mother in laws needs. Upon moving into the remodeled home an agreement was made with my husband’s Uncle and sister in law. The agreement was that only 2 cats and one dog would be allowed because of the previous damage that was done to the home. A contract was signed etc… We’ll about 2 months ago my sister in law took in her friends dog as a favor because the friend could no longer keep it, my sister in law let us know that it would be a temporary situation. The dog ended up having 4 puppies! My sister in law didn’t even know the dog was pregnant. So recently my sister in law let my husband and I know that her friend can’t keep the dog so she’d be keeping it as well as one of the puppies. I want to explain that my husband comes from a very tight knit Filipino family so involvement from everyone is a very normalized thing, and a lot of responsibility has fallen on him being the eldest. It’s just him and his sister.
We carved out 3 years of our life de-hoarding animals, de-hoarding 40 years of stuff and helped manage the remodel.
It had to be done because it was very unhealthy.
Anyways… So now there will be 3 dogs and two cats within the home. The whole goal was to make sure this sort of thing never happened again and to offer my mother in law a clean environment.
My sister in law said she would just hide the animals when their Uncle comes over to visit and that he would never know. My husband and I were very upset upon hearing this news and my husband told my SIL that she shouldn’t be bringing more animals into the home. She’s unwilling to listen so we feel it would be best to let his Uncle know what’s going on.
My question is does that seem fair? Or should we just wash our hands of it and let it be?
Thoughts???
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We carved out 3 years of our life de-hoarding animals, de-hoarding 40 years of stuff and helped manage the remodel.
It had to be done because it was very unhealthy.
Anyways… So now there will be 3 dogs and two cats within the home. The whole goal was to make sure this sort of thing never happened again and to offer my mother in law a clean environment.
My sister in law said she would just hide the animals when their Uncle comes over to visit and that he would never know. My husband and I were very upset upon hearing this news and my husband told my SIL that she shouldn’t be bringing more animals into the home. She’s unwilling to listen so we feel it would be best to let his Uncle know what’s going on.
My question is does that seem fair? Or should we just wash our hands of it and let it be?
Thoughts???
2023.06.03 23:17 Muted_Kaleidoscope65 AITAH for making my mom sad? /part 2
Update! If you didn't read my story earlier, you can find it in my profile. but as i was scrolling today i thought I would give an update. So we moved to the new house with my father, and everything went well for 3-4 months. or as we thought. my father began to drink again heavily, and hurt my mother in the nose so bad, my mother had to go to the doctor to check it. her nose was broken, and when I got home, and saw it, it was already deformed. it was like a nightmare. You should know, that I go to highschool, but not in my city, so I'm a dorm studtent. i only see my mother in the weekends. when she called me and told me, how my father started to drink again, I was scared. i can't do anything. its a nightmare to me. Just imagine being a dorm studtent, and one weekend you just go home, and see your mother hurt. or even worse. you can't do nothing then. it'll be late. my mother didn't listen to me, so we are here now. this man, my own father.. i can't stand him.. and I can't do anything about him.. everything in my dorm room i pray. and I hope nothing will happen at home. it feels like hell, and I can't get sleep because of this. we are living with a monster, who does nothing just drinks. and my mother, still... forgives him. any minute he could go drunk and aggresive. he is selfish. and he is the main reason of me being traumatised. i don't know what will happen or what will he do. but I can't and never will. forgive him. he ruined everyone. my mother, my brothers. and my life. my childhood. and he still with us. like nothing happend..
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2023.06.03 23:16 norrisrw The cast of Emergency! (ca. 1976)
 | Emergency! (1972-77) was a TV show which ran for six seasons on NBC, followed by a few TV movie events over the next two years. It was produced at Universal Studios by Jack Webb's Mark VII Limited Productions. submitted by norrisrw to OldSchoolCool [link] [comments] The show centered around Los Angeles County Fire Department Paramedics John Gage (Randolph Mantooth, top) and Roy DeSoto (Kevin Tighe, center), of Station 51. LACoFD was one of the first fire departments in the US to launch a paramedic program. It literally took an act of the California State Legislature (The Wedworth-Townsend Act of 1970) to make it happen. The two-hour pilot dramatized the process of enacting it into law. When creator Ronald A. Cinader approached the LACoFD with concept of Emergency!, they were on board immediately, as they saw it as an opportunity to demonstrate the benefits of a paramedic program on a national scale. As Emergency! was about paramedics, a hospital would naturally be involved. On the show, that hospital was Rampart General Hospital, and its primary medical staff of Dr. Kelly Brackett (Robert Fuller, right), Head Nurse Dixie McCall (Julie London), and Dr. Joe Early (Bobby Troup). Exterior locations for Emergency! included LA County Station 127, on 223rd Street, Carson, and HarboUCLA Medical Center, at the intersection of Carson Street and Vermont Avenue, also in Carson. The hero vehicle was a 1972 Dodge D-300 work truck built by the studio, based on plans provided by LACoFD; the replica was so accurate, the rig saw actual duty as a reserve squad vehicle in the department. Two different apparatuses were used as Engine 51: a 1965 Crown Fire coach, and a 1973 Ward La France P80 Ambassador. Ward La France donated their rig on two conditions: That the show demonstrated its capabilities, and that it saw actual service after the show end its run. Universal would continue to use the Ward La France rig in various productions, including The China Syndrome (1979), until 1984, when it was pressed into service at Yosemite National Park. Today, all three rigs have been restored to their television glory. They are on display at the Los Angeles County Fire Museum, in Bellfower. All feature autographs by the cast, including most of the support cast, and Squad 51 has nearly all of the equipment featured on the show within its lockers. As the LACoFD had predicted, Emergency! exposed the concept of a paramedic program nationwide. Today, every paramedic and EMT owes a debt of gratitude to Emergency! |
2023.06.03 23:16 Jenksz [Excerpt] The Lion Goes to Ikea
Context: In the recent Lion Novel - Son of the Forest - the Lion and his party have recently teleported landed on the world of Avalus. The Lion is speaking to Zabriel - a Dark Angel Fallen that he has forgiven and bonded with - about his current accomodations that Avalus, without notice of his arrival, has provided him with. I found this exchange absolutely hilarious and a testament to the Lion's character development.
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His suite had been prepared by this time. It was the largest available in the Moon Palace, not because the Lion had demanded grandeur but simply because to house such a titanic being in anything smaller would have seemed claustrophobic. Even so, despite the hasty acquisition of the largest items of furniture available, the proportions still looked slightly ridiculous.
"I cannot lie down on that," the Lion remarked to me after the servants had left. He was looking at a bed that was the size, I had no doubt, of many of the individual units within the massive hab-blocks. "I would break it."
"We slept on the ground often enough on Camarth," I pointed out. "Is a carpet beneath you now, my lord?"
The Lion's face clouded. "You mock me, Zabriel? I have done my utmost not to make these people feel inadequate, and when I voice my hesitation about crushing the furniture they have provided for me, you take that as arrogance?"
2023.06.03 23:16 nanite1018 Taken out after <150ft on my first bike lane ride
I had not ridden a bike in over twenty years (since ~12) but had practiced with my new e-bike in the parking garage of my building for over eight miles, and decided to take my bike out on Wednesday afternoon onto the street for the first time. I live in Downtown near the Whole Foods, so I went out to the protected lane on Grand.
I was nervous but once I got started I felt a burst of confidence; the bike lane was wider than I remembered, my takeoff was good, etc. Saw a guy get out of his truck in front of me so I braked a bit, and he went up on the sidewalk. Then he turned around and walked directly in front of me. I yelled “woah woah woah!” and hit the brakes but it was too late.
He seemed fine, I’m not sure if he even fell, but I was laid out having fallen over to the side, and needed a minute before getting back up. He apologized for not looking, and said he was fine besides maybe a light abrasion (bit of grayed skin) on his arm. We parted ways amicably, but I lightly skinned my arm a bit below the elbow and my ankle/foot hurt, but I was able to limp back to my place. Ultimately couldn’t put much weight on my foot without a lot of pain.
I ended up going to Kaiser for an x-ray yesterday; was given a boot to wear for a week to help my foot heal but I happily did not get a fracture or major soft tissue damage.
Hopefully I’ll be back out trying again next weekend or so, but yeah, not a fantastic first experience trying to ride a bike in LA!
My stylish new footwear: https://i.imgur.com/EvwmzK3.jpg
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I was nervous but once I got started I felt a burst of confidence; the bike lane was wider than I remembered, my takeoff was good, etc. Saw a guy get out of his truck in front of me so I braked a bit, and he went up on the sidewalk. Then he turned around and walked directly in front of me. I yelled “woah woah woah!” and hit the brakes but it was too late.
He seemed fine, I’m not sure if he even fell, but I was laid out having fallen over to the side, and needed a minute before getting back up. He apologized for not looking, and said he was fine besides maybe a light abrasion (bit of grayed skin) on his arm. We parted ways amicably, but I lightly skinned my arm a bit below the elbow and my ankle/foot hurt, but I was able to limp back to my place. Ultimately couldn’t put much weight on my foot without a lot of pain.
I ended up going to Kaiser for an x-ray yesterday; was given a boot to wear for a week to help my foot heal but I happily did not get a fracture or major soft tissue damage.
Hopefully I’ll be back out trying again next weekend or so, but yeah, not a fantastic first experience trying to ride a bike in LA!
My stylish new footwear: https://i.imgur.com/EvwmzK3.jpg
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2023.06.03 23:15 AdventurousAppeal608 Adult Cat not using little box
Hello,
I joined the group because I’m running out of options to keep our cat and I was hoping I could find some suggestions here.
Our cat grew up on my father in laws farm and was a city stray prior. After he passed we brought her into our family and for awhile she was mostly outdoors because that’s what she likely. we moved into an apartment while waiting on our house to close and the past 6 months have been a nightmare. She urinates at completely random locations throughout the house and it is ruining everything. I recently bought a second litter box as I thought it might help and it didn’t change anything at all. She is an amazing pet outside of that and we would prefer to keep her mostly inside once we move into our new house, but don’t want her to ruin a new house.
How can we litter train an adult cat?!?! Any help is greatly appreciated
Thanks!
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I joined the group because I’m running out of options to keep our cat and I was hoping I could find some suggestions here.
Our cat grew up on my father in laws farm and was a city stray prior. After he passed we brought her into our family and for awhile she was mostly outdoors because that’s what she likely. we moved into an apartment while waiting on our house to close and the past 6 months have been a nightmare. She urinates at completely random locations throughout the house and it is ruining everything. I recently bought a second litter box as I thought it might help and it didn’t change anything at all. She is an amazing pet outside of that and we would prefer to keep her mostly inside once we move into our new house, but don’t want her to ruin a new house.
How can we litter train an adult cat?!?! Any help is greatly appreciated
Thanks!
2023.06.03 23:15 glazedonut2 My sister is jobless and won't help me and my family out
I (22f) have just graduated nursing 6 months ago as opposed to my sister (23f) who graduated 2 years ago. We both still fortunately live with our parents as our plan was to save up until we can get up in our own two feet without having to spend lots of money during the cost of living crisis right now in the UK however as we're both living with our parents you'd probably think that it's only right that whilst we're both still at home, we should still help pay. Having just started recieving pay checks, I help out wherever I can, I've been paying for our groceries and the electricity bills per month as opposed to other ammenities that we all use. My sister however has not. She quit her job in Argos in March 23 hoping to somehow land the "job of her dreams" asap in the architectural field (as that was her major in uni) however she has been jobless for months and has not taken any initiative to look for jobs, not even to earn money herself. My parents does not know that shes jobless so she's been faking it, still getting out of the house with her uniform so they don't become suspicious and making me keep her secret. She sleeps all day, makes a mess in the house and just acts like a child overall. She also somehow manages to go out and party with having no income so i'm a little confused about that too.
I understand that landing a job in the creative field is hard as fuck but she isn't even trying to apply. I physically made her a template cover letter and cv FOR HER because I'm so fed up and yet she's still not applying. She is so incredibly spoilt and comfortable. I've confronted her many times but she gets angry at me and ignores everything that I say.
I don't know what to do. Any advice would be greatly appreciated!! Thank you.
Ps. When she still worked at argos. She still didn't offer to pay or help us out.
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I understand that landing a job in the creative field is hard as fuck but she isn't even trying to apply. I physically made her a template cover letter and cv FOR HER because I'm so fed up and yet she's still not applying. She is so incredibly spoilt and comfortable. I've confronted her many times but she gets angry at me and ignores everything that I say.
I don't know what to do. Any advice would be greatly appreciated!! Thank you.
Ps. When she still worked at argos. She still didn't offer to pay or help us out.
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2023.06.03 23:15 away_brianna Do you think my(27F) best friend of 8 years (34F) has been crappy lately?
So, I don’t know where to start with this. We met at a music festival 8 years ago and became instantly close because we also lived nearby. At the time I’d watch her young kid, cook, always come over, do everything together type thing. Eventually I was her MOH in her wedding 4 years after that and shortly moved from our city 3000 miles away to an isolated tropical location.
I was the first friend to visit just 3 months after they moved (about 4 years ago now), we had a great time. She had a baby and I visited when the while was 1, and I visited again early this year when her child was almost 3-year-old. We have maintained a close long-distance friendship through these years, and I was always one to visit. I’ve been a good friend being long distance, sending care packages, gifts for her now two kids, etc. I always pick up the phone and make time for her to talk. We have business plans together and know everything about each other.
The last few months she will hardly talk to me, I know she’s busy with a toddler, but this has been beyond quiet. Let me rewind to earlier this year where, reflecting, she might have been kind of a bad friend. In early January, another city friend of ours was going to go visit so I thought it would be fun if I fly out too. I pay for a ridiculously expensive flight to go see her a few days before new year’s, but I didn’t care because life is short. So, we would have maybe 4 days together to catch up and be friends. On the night of New Year’s Eve, we mee these random people on a boardwalk. She gets this girls number who closer to my age and has two young kids, makes sense because she just moved to this island and that way their kids have a playdate. I expect they would do this after I left.
The next night this new friend calls her looking for weed to smoke because they are new, and she wants some of the stuff that I threw down money for my time being there with my friend. This new girl brings over a crew of like 6 or 7 other people to smoke this weed the next evening, kind of robbing my time with my best friend. Whatever I thought, until a day or two later my friend invited her over again (and their whole crew) so their kids could play.
Now I get it, I don’t have kids or anything, but I thought my friend would want to spend some more time with me and not some new randoms. I would have hung out just with her and her toddler (since she made me her toddler’s godmother) because that’s what I flew out to do before our other friend got out here, but boy was I wrong.
Also, through the trip she would leave me along with her toddler without warning while her and her husband went to go smoke (I felt left out). I understand my friend has children so there would be kind of working around the child’s time and all that, but I didn’t expect her to want to spend so much time with new strangers at her house and quite literally leave me in the corner.
Now that she has hardly been talking to me (I know she is having an emotional affair) I am looking back on her actions as a friend, and I just feel icky. Maybe her pulling away is a gift but I still feel sad. It makes me feel I can never be taken seriously as a friend because I don’t have kids or something. Mind you, she never sends me anything or takes initiative for me to come over even though she always hosts and all that (she lives in a very popular vacation destination) but I go there more for time with my friends than a free vacation (I pitch in for food, want to spend time with them, ect.). So lately I’ve just had radio silence even though I know she has time, she probably prefers these new island people.
So we have stopped talking as much and upon reflection, I feel like I am not that important to her. How would everyone else feel in this situation? Thank you.
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I was the first friend to visit just 3 months after they moved (about 4 years ago now), we had a great time. She had a baby and I visited when the while was 1, and I visited again early this year when her child was almost 3-year-old. We have maintained a close long-distance friendship through these years, and I was always one to visit. I’ve been a good friend being long distance, sending care packages, gifts for her now two kids, etc. I always pick up the phone and make time for her to talk. We have business plans together and know everything about each other.
The last few months she will hardly talk to me, I know she’s busy with a toddler, but this has been beyond quiet. Let me rewind to earlier this year where, reflecting, she might have been kind of a bad friend. In early January, another city friend of ours was going to go visit so I thought it would be fun if I fly out too. I pay for a ridiculously expensive flight to go see her a few days before new year’s, but I didn’t care because life is short. So, we would have maybe 4 days together to catch up and be friends. On the night of New Year’s Eve, we mee these random people on a boardwalk. She gets this girls number who closer to my age and has two young kids, makes sense because she just moved to this island and that way their kids have a playdate. I expect they would do this after I left.
The next night this new friend calls her looking for weed to smoke because they are new, and she wants some of the stuff that I threw down money for my time being there with my friend. This new girl brings over a crew of like 6 or 7 other people to smoke this weed the next evening, kind of robbing my time with my best friend. Whatever I thought, until a day or two later my friend invited her over again (and their whole crew) so their kids could play.
Now I get it, I don’t have kids or anything, but I thought my friend would want to spend some more time with me and not some new randoms. I would have hung out just with her and her toddler (since she made me her toddler’s godmother) because that’s what I flew out to do before our other friend got out here, but boy was I wrong.
Also, through the trip she would leave me along with her toddler without warning while her and her husband went to go smoke (I felt left out). I understand my friend has children so there would be kind of working around the child’s time and all that, but I didn’t expect her to want to spend so much time with new strangers at her house and quite literally leave me in the corner.
Now that she has hardly been talking to me (I know she is having an emotional affair) I am looking back on her actions as a friend, and I just feel icky. Maybe her pulling away is a gift but I still feel sad. It makes me feel I can never be taken seriously as a friend because I don’t have kids or something. Mind you, she never sends me anything or takes initiative for me to come over even though she always hosts and all that (she lives in a very popular vacation destination) but I go there more for time with my friends than a free vacation (I pitch in for food, want to spend time with them, ect.). So lately I’ve just had radio silence even though I know she has time, she probably prefers these new island people.
So we have stopped talking as much and upon reflection, I feel like I am not that important to her. How would everyone else feel in this situation? Thank you.
2023.06.03 23:14 OkRice1421 Decriminalization
It IS possible for people to have a different relationship to sex than is the norm right now. Decriminalization would preserve every safety net, while allowing people to be left the fuck alone if everything is above board.
Parents would still have access to civil restitution, the victims (still gonna call em victims) would still have access to social services if they need to exit a relationship (which is honestly something we could do better at all around in general).
Literally the only thing that would change is on the mandatory reporting side of the house, so that way the gypsies and Amish could attend public school without fear.
I will not do legalization, because we absolutely must preserve safety nets and exit pipelines for any victims. We also need to preserve criminality of exploitative acts such as prostitution and pornography. Full legalization would mean such prohibitions are unconstitutional.
You can get a learner's permit in most states at 15.5. I propose that as the age of decriminalization. Which is also the age when shit starts mattering for a security clearance, so there's an established precedent for legal responsibility at that age.
Sexual contact with persons younger than that should remain a criminal act
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Parents would still have access to civil restitution, the victims (still gonna call em victims) would still have access to social services if they need to exit a relationship (which is honestly something we could do better at all around in general).
Literally the only thing that would change is on the mandatory reporting side of the house, so that way the gypsies and Amish could attend public school without fear.
I will not do legalization, because we absolutely must preserve safety nets and exit pipelines for any victims. We also need to preserve criminality of exploitative acts such as prostitution and pornography. Full legalization would mean such prohibitions are unconstitutional.
You can get a learner's permit in most states at 15.5. I propose that as the age of decriminalization. Which is also the age when shit starts mattering for a security clearance, so there's an established precedent for legal responsibility at that age.
Sexual contact with persons younger than that should remain a criminal act
2023.06.03 23:14 lhauckphx [WTS] Maxpedition Sitka and Jumbo Versapack EDC Bags
Up for sale are a couple of Maxpedition Versapacks. The sizes on both just didn't work out for me.
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Prices include shipping CONUS.
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Khaki Sitka Sling Pack $50 Used maybe twice. In almost new shape. Grade B+
Black Jumbo Versapack $40 Picked this up used, and then I used it as an EDC bag for a few months but needed something a little bigger. You can see some of the wear on the backing, but the strap is pristine. Grade B-
Let me know if you have any questions.
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Payment through PayPal Goods & Services
Prices include shipping CONUS.
Pictures/Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/ma81eVL
Khaki Sitka Sling Pack $50 Used maybe twice. In almost new shape. Grade B+
Black Jumbo Versapack $40 Picked this up used, and then I used it as an EDC bag for a few months but needed something a little bigger. You can see some of the wear on the backing, but the strap is pristine. Grade B-
Let me know if you have any questions.
2023.06.03 23:14 Jenksz [Excerpt] The Lion Goes to Ikea
Context: In the recent Lion Novel - Son of the Forest - the Lion and his party have recently teleported landed on the world of Avalus. The Lion is speaking to Zabriel - a Dark Angel Fallen that he has forgiven and bonded with - about his current accomodations that Avalus, without notice of his arrival, has provided him with. I found this exchange absolutely hilarious.
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His suite had been prepared by this time. It was the largest available in the Moon Palace, not because the Lion had demanded grandeur but simply because to house such a titanic being in anything smaller would have seemed claustrophobic. Even so, despite the hasty acquisition of the largest items of furniture available, the proportions still looked slightly ridiculous.
"I cannot lie down on that," the Lion remarked to me after the servants had left. He was looking at a bed that was the size, I had no doubt, of many of the individual units within the massive hab-blocks. "I would break it."
"We slept on the ground often enough on Camarth," I pointed out. "Is a carpet beneath you now, my lord?"
The Lion's face clouded. "You mock me, Zabriel? I have done my utmost not to make these people feel inadequate, and when I voice my hesitation about crushing the furniture they have provided for me, you take that as arrogance?"
2023.06.03 23:13 ProfitForever Brighton Boss
Attending a youth sports event far from my usual hunting area and had some time to kill between games.
12th Street Liquors Brighton - Surprised to see a full shelf of Makers FAE-01, but they were $90 which is probably why they are still sitting there. If they were FAE-02 (which I loved), probably would have got one.
Ale House Liquors - Full shelf of Makers BEP for a good $65, one of which came home with me. This stuff might as well be a unicorn on the south side of town, WTF.
East Bridge Discount Liquors - Surprised to see 2 bottles of Blanton's behind the counter for a not quite offensive $100, think they had WSR and a few other mid-tier bottles behind the shelf at pretty decent prices. There may be a few seedy characters hanging out in front of this shop, so be sure to enjoy the ambiance as you walk in.
Also heard from a buddy that knew I was up north that Boss Liquors in Thornton has several bottles of Makers BEP for $75 (WTF, again, damnit), but most interestingly has several bottles of Jack Daniels 10yr and 12yr behind the counter for $200 and $250, respectively. Not nearly as ridiculous a price for these as I've seen elsewhere, but personally $100 would need to be knocked off those prices for me to be a buyer.
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12th Street Liquors Brighton - Surprised to see a full shelf of Makers FAE-01, but they were $90 which is probably why they are still sitting there. If they were FAE-02 (which I loved), probably would have got one.
Ale House Liquors - Full shelf of Makers BEP for a good $65, one of which came home with me. This stuff might as well be a unicorn on the south side of town, WTF.
East Bridge Discount Liquors - Surprised to see 2 bottles of Blanton's behind the counter for a not quite offensive $100, think they had WSR and a few other mid-tier bottles behind the shelf at pretty decent prices. There may be a few seedy characters hanging out in front of this shop, so be sure to enjoy the ambiance as you walk in.
Also heard from a buddy that knew I was up north that Boss Liquors in Thornton has several bottles of Makers BEP for $75 (WTF, again, damnit), but most interestingly has several bottles of Jack Daniels 10yr and 12yr behind the counter for $200 and $250, respectively. Not nearly as ridiculous a price for these as I've seen elsewhere, but personally $100 would need to be knocked off those prices for me to be a buyer.
2023.06.03 23:13 catboy519 How do I get my willpower back? Please advice me
A quick history:
But what really is the problem is that my willpower is near-zero. Because even though I have no job and no homework, that doesn't mean i have infinite free time. I have stuff to do. Important things. Like brushing my teeth and making a backup of my computer and texting my friends once in a while for example. I just gave 3 small (for me big) things but there are alot more, many more important things that I have to get done. My task list has more than 100 things on it.
I don't even remember when the last time I opened my task list for anything other than adding more stuff on it. Even though I know some of the things on it are really urgent or important.
So every day, I'm comfronted with hundreds of choices that basically comes down to choosing between, entertaining myself or doing something of my task list. Every minute of the day, my willpower is being drained from me trying to stay away from the things that distract and entertain me. My willpower is drained so fucking easily. If I have a good day and be productive like 15 minutes, then the rest of the day my willpower is drained from it.
Some people say willpower needs to be trained like a muscle, some people say willpower is a valuable and finite resource that has to be spent efficiently, I dont know...
Not even curing my depression is a priority for me. I don't care that I feel like shit right now. I got more urgent things to worry about
If I don't gain more willpower than I currently have, then my life will continue to be a mess, or worse
What am I supposed to do about my willpower? If I need to train it, how?
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- 2017 diagnosed with depression, I was 17 years old.
- 2017 -> 2020 depressed, not enjoying life, however I could easily study and do homework and work my side job easily.
- 2020 -> 2021 I started losing motivation, but since itwas my last year before graduating college, I pushed out my last bit of motivation and I made it! However, half a year after I started studying something else, I got terrible grades and had to quit.
- 2021 -> 2023 here is where things go very wrong ...
But what really is the problem is that my willpower is near-zero. Because even though I have no job and no homework, that doesn't mean i have infinite free time. I have stuff to do. Important things. Like brushing my teeth and making a backup of my computer and texting my friends once in a while for example. I just gave 3 small (for me big) things but there are alot more, many more important things that I have to get done. My task list has more than 100 things on it.
I don't even remember when the last time I opened my task list for anything other than adding more stuff on it. Even though I know some of the things on it are really urgent or important.
So every day, I'm comfronted with hundreds of choices that basically comes down to choosing between, entertaining myself or doing something of my task list. Every minute of the day, my willpower is being drained from me trying to stay away from the things that distract and entertain me. My willpower is drained so fucking easily. If I have a good day and be productive like 15 minutes, then the rest of the day my willpower is drained from it.
Some people say willpower needs to be trained like a muscle, some people say willpower is a valuable and finite resource that has to be spent efficiently, I dont know...
Not even curing my depression is a priority for me. I don't care that I feel like shit right now. I got more urgent things to worry about
If I don't gain more willpower than I currently have, then my life will continue to be a mess, or worse
What am I supposed to do about my willpower? If I need to train it, how?
2023.06.03 23:13 Aset98 Why has Bravo kept Gina for so many seasons, and why haven't people cancelled QAnon Emily?
Gina Kirschenschneider is poor. She never hosts, she lives in a small house. There is nothing fabulous about her. What does Andy see in her? Bravo usually gives boring housewives the sack after one season, but this gurl is still here like a tattoo that I can't remove ♫ uh uh? Pourquoi?
Emily Simpson has posted QAnon conspiracy theory support, #savethechildren. One thing is to be conservative or social democratic or whatever, but to support this dangerous Nazi stuff really takes the cake 🚩 🚩 . Why didn't people care about this? You still stan her for trying to be iconic when eating that tuna sandwich in a sauna
I have nothing against these Bravo housewives being a bit delulu etc, but COME ON.
A small rant ✨
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Emily Simpson has posted QAnon conspiracy theory support, #savethechildren. One thing is to be conservative or social democratic or whatever, but to support this dangerous Nazi stuff really takes the cake 🚩 🚩 . Why didn't people care about this? You still stan her for trying to be iconic when eating that tuna sandwich in a sauna
I have nothing against these Bravo housewives being a bit delulu etc, but COME ON.
A small rant ✨
2023.06.03 23:12 kittykittyekatkat Accomplishment list vs to-do list
I'm sure this isn't a revolutionary thought, but it's helping me a lot right now, and I thought I would share it 😊
My to-do lists are many, they are chaotic, repetitive and intimidating. I've tried to perfect the to-do list since I was 12 years old (and I just turned 39). On good days, they're so helpful. I also use them as a dumping ground so I don't have to remember too many things at once. However, in heavier periods I struggle to even look at them because they scare me, regardless of importance levels.
But now I've started creating an accomplishment list in the evening - provided circumstances don't hinder me in some way (and they often do, to be totally transparent).
Today, I thought I hadn't done anything and stared into space all day. But when I wrote down everything I have done so far, it's so productive and so nice to see. It kind of helps me support the idea that I'm not a catatonic failure.
Bonus idea that's really helped me recently as well: I've hung up little notebooks in every single room of the house so that when I remember something that needs doing and my phone is in the other room, I can write it down instead of forgetting it as soon as I'm over the threshold.
I've even hung up a whiteboard in the shower because I have SO many thoughts there, and I forget them as soon as I step out. It's super liberating for my brain.
Do you have any out of the box ideas or tricks you could share? I'm especially interested in whatever can counteract extreme paralysis. Even yesterday, I spent 2 hours standing in one spot, frustrated to the point of tears that I couldn't do anything.
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My to-do lists are many, they are chaotic, repetitive and intimidating. I've tried to perfect the to-do list since I was 12 years old (and I just turned 39). On good days, they're so helpful. I also use them as a dumping ground so I don't have to remember too many things at once. However, in heavier periods I struggle to even look at them because they scare me, regardless of importance levels.
But now I've started creating an accomplishment list in the evening - provided circumstances don't hinder me in some way (and they often do, to be totally transparent).
Today, I thought I hadn't done anything and stared into space all day. But when I wrote down everything I have done so far, it's so productive and so nice to see. It kind of helps me support the idea that I'm not a catatonic failure.
Bonus idea that's really helped me recently as well: I've hung up little notebooks in every single room of the house so that when I remember something that needs doing and my phone is in the other room, I can write it down instead of forgetting it as soon as I'm over the threshold.
I've even hung up a whiteboard in the shower because I have SO many thoughts there, and I forget them as soon as I step out. It's super liberating for my brain.
Do you have any out of the box ideas or tricks you could share? I'm especially interested in whatever can counteract extreme paralysis. Even yesterday, I spent 2 hours standing in one spot, frustrated to the point of tears that I couldn't do anything.
2023.06.03 23:12 IDE_IS_LIFE Anybody else disappointed by the price of the upcoming Quest 3?
Might not bother me too much if the price of $499 applied to my country (Canada), but it doesn't. Due to our dollar difference, that means quest 3 will be $670 plus tax. In my region, tax is 15% which means without accessories, buying a quest 3 would cost approximately $771. That's pretty brutal :( Times like this I really hate having such a weak dollar vs Americans. If I wanted to save money for one for launch without selling my Quest 2 (because I'd like to give it to my partner so we can both play VR together) it'll probably be $200 per month to make sure I've got enough set aside for around October.
I mean boohoo first world problems, blah blah I know, but I was hoping the Quest 3 would be marginally more expensive by $100USD not $200USD, or like discontinue sales of Q2 (but support the large user base) and replace the Q2 with Q3 at a similar price point. Sucks to have mediocre income and be enthused about VR at the same time.
Anyone else feel similarly? Or maybe you feel differently? It'd be cool to see discussion surrounding the price point.
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I mean boohoo first world problems, blah blah I know, but I was hoping the Quest 3 would be marginally more expensive by $100USD not $200USD, or like discontinue sales of Q2 (but support the large user base) and replace the Q2 with Q3 at a similar price point. Sucks to have mediocre income and be enthused about VR at the same time.
Anyone else feel similarly? Or maybe you feel differently? It'd be cool to see discussion surrounding the price point.
2023.06.03 23:12 prodshebi The Unseen Hunger: Coveting my Unborn Child
My name is Laura, and this is my story. It's a tale of fear and the unknown, of love and betrayal, and of the strength of a mother's love. It all started when my husband, Adam, and I decided to start a new life in a beautiful villa by the lake in the small town of Kruklanki. The villa, standing alone amidst the vast expanse of nature, was like an island, symbolising our isolation. The lake, with its calm surface hiding unknown depths, mirrored the unknown we were about to step into.
We were a young couple, full of hope and dreams. Adam, with his easy smile and infectious laughter, was my rock. We dreamt of a peaceful life, of raising our child in the serene surroundings of the villa. We shared a love for the outdoors, often spending our evenings stargazing, our hands intertwined. The villa stood tall amidst a lush emerald forest, its weathered stones blending harmoniously with the vibrant foliage. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting ethereal patterns on the moss-covered path leading to the entrance. The air was fragrant with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, inviting us to embark on our new life.
But even as we unpacked our belongings, I couldn't shake off a strange feeling. Adam, usually so attentive, seemed distant, his mind elsewhere. I dismissed it as stress from the move. Little did I know then, it was a sign of the betrayal that was to come. Soon after we settled in, I couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding. The villa, once a symbol of our dreams, was starting to feel like a prison, its grandeur overshadowed by a chilling silence. And the lake, once a symbol of peace, now seemed to whisper of hidden dangers beneath its serene surface.
Soon after we settled in, I began to experience strange and terrifying events. At first, they were just subtle nuances: shadows moving along the corridors, whispers in the night, vague movements nearby. I tried to dismiss them as figments of my imagination, but they became increasingly disturbing and intense, filling me with a chronic sense of fear.
Adam, my husband, was sceptical. He believed that these were just products of my imagination, the result of stress from the move and adapting to a new place. Adam, ever the rationalist, tried to reassure me. 'Laura, it's just the stress of the move and the pregnancy,' he would say, his eyes full of concern yet disbelief. 'There's no real danger.' His words, meant to comfort, only served to widen the chasm between us. But I could feel it, something was not right.
One night, I woke up to a chilling whisper. It was so close, as if someone was right next to me. I turned on the bedside lamp, but there was no one there. The room was empty, but the feeling of being watched was overwhelming. My heart pounded in my chest, my palms were sweaty, and I was shaking.
'Adam,' I whispered, nudging him awake. He groaned, turning to face me. 'Did you hear that?'
'Hear what?' he mumbled, his eyes half-closed.
'The whispering. It was right here, right next to me.'
Adam sighed, rubbing his eyes. 'Laura, you're just stressed. It's the new house, the new surroundings. You're imagining things.'
I wanted to believe him, to write it off as a product of stress and fear. But deep down, I knew something was not right.
The next day, I noticed something else. The shadows in the house seemed to move on their own, even when there was no one around. I could hear soft whispers, but when I tried to locate the source, there was nothing. I felt like I was being watched, followed. I tried to tell Adam about it, but he just brushed it off, saying I was just stressed and needed rest.
But I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. The house was not just a house. It was something else, something sinister. And I was trapped in it, with no one to believe me, no one to help me. I was alone, and I was scared.
The days turned into weeks, and the strange occurrences in the villa didn't cease. If anything, they became more frequent, more intense. I started noticing mysterious figures around the villa, always on the edge of my vision. They were close, yet always just far enough that I couldn't make out their features. Their presence filled me with a sense of paranoia and constant danger. I felt like a prey being watched by predators, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Our neighbours, Mr. and Mrs. Graverson, began to show an unusual interest in me. One afternoon, as I was tending to the garden, Mrs. Graverson approached me.
'Laura, dear,' she said, her voice sweet yet somehow unsettling. 'How are you finding Kruklanki? Is the villa to your liking?'
Her questions seemed innocent, but there was something in her gaze that made me uneasy.
Mrs. Graverson's eyes lingered on my stomach for a moment too long, a strange smile playing on her lips, something I couldn't quite define. Mr. Graverson, with his piercing gaze, and Mrs. Graverson, with her constant, unsettling smile, were always too eager to help. Their behavior was suspicious, their questions too probing. They seemed particularly interested in my pregnancy, their eyes lingering on my growing belly a moment too long. I couldn't shake off the feeling that they were hiding something.
One day, Mrs. Graverson came over with a basket of freshly baked cookies. As she handed them to me, her gaze lingered on my stomach. There was something in her eyes, a strange intensity that made me uncomfortable. I didn't know it then, but it was a hint of the dark intentions that lay beneath her friendly facade. I was pregnant at the time, and her eyes seemed to hold a strange fascination for my unborn child. It was a fleeting moment, but it sent chills down my spine.
As time passed, I began to suspect that the Graversons were part of a cult practising occultism, planning to use my unborn child in a dark ritual. It was a terrifying thought, but the pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together. The strange occurrences, the mysterious figures, the Graversons' unusual interest in me and my child, it all pointed to something dark and sinister.
I started finding evidence of their involvement in other dangerous activities. I found strange symbols carved into the trees around their house, symbols that I later found out were associated with occult practices. I also noticed that they would often disappear during the night, only to return in the early hours of the morning, looking exhausted and secretive.
I suspected that they were responsible for the strange events and observations. The fear was overwhelming, but I knew I had to protect my child. I was alone in this fight, with no one to turn to. But I was determined. I was a mother, and I would do anything to keep my child safe.
In my desperation, I turned to the local clergyman, Father Christopher. He was a quiet man, always keeping to himself. I had often wondered why he seemed so distant, so detached from the rest of the town. Little did I know, his aloofness was a sign of the secrets he was hiding. I found him in the church, his eyes filled with a quiet serenity.
'Father Christopher,' I began, my voice trembling. 'I need your help. There's something... something wrong in the villa.'
He looked at me, his gaze thoughtful. 'Tell me everything, Laura,' he said, his voice calm and reassuring.
I went to the church, hoping to find some solace, some protection. I wanted to tell him about my experiences, ask for his support and protection. But to my surprise, Father Christopher seemed to be absent and avoided contact with me.
I tried to reach out to him several times, but each time, I was met with silence. His absence was strange, and it made me wonder if he was involved in this intrigue. The thought was terrifying, but I couldn't ignore the possibility. I felt even more disoriented and anxious when I discovered that Father Christopher might be involved in the conspiracy.
I started to suspect that he himself was a member of the cult or was being intimidated by them. This discovery made me feel even more alone and defenceless in the face of the impending threat. I was desperate and isolated, and I had to fend for myself.
I decided to seek information on my own to uncover the truth and find a way to protect myself and my unborn child. I spent countless hours researching, trying to understand what was happening. I read about occult practices, about cults and their rituals. The more I learned, the more terrified I became. But I knew I had to keep going, for the sake of my child.
One night, as I was poring over an old book about local legends and myths, I came across a passage that sent chills down my spine. It spoke of a cult that had once existed in Kruklanki, a cult that practised dark rituals involving unborn children. The description matched the Graversons' behaviour and the strange occurrences in the villa. I knew then that my suspicions were not unfounded.
I decided to confront the Graversons. I knocked on their door, my heart pounding. 'I've noticed you've been acting strangely,' I said, trying to keep my voice steady. They exchanged a glance, their smiles never reaching their eyes. 'We're just concerned for you, dear,' Mrs. Graverson replied, her voice too sweet. But their reassurances did nothing to quell my fears.
I was up against something far more dangerous than I had imagined. But I was not going to give up. I was a mother, and I would do whatever it took to protect my child.
As my due date approached, I realised that time was running out and the threat was becoming greater. I had a recurring dream, a nightmare really, of a clock ticking loudly, its hands moving faster and faster. It was a chilling reminder of the impending danger, a foreshadowing of the race against time that lay ahead. I had to act quickly to save my child and uncover the truth. My maternal instinct and determination had strengthened, giving me the power to fight against the unknown and dark enemy. Despite the exhaustion tugging at my eyelids, I poured over the ancient texts, my fingers tracing the cryptic symbols. I wouldn't rest, not until I had found a way to protect my child, and I made a decision that would change everything.
I decided to find a mysterious book that, according to legend, had the power to protect against dark forces. I began an intensive search, scouring old libraries, archives, and places connected with the history of Kruklanki. I studied ancient writings, mythologies, and ancient rituals, trying to find clues and the key to solving this dark mystery.
During my search, I uncovered a horrifying history of Kruklanki. It turned out that many years ago, similar rituals had taken place in the town, bringing a curse and evil upon its inhabitants. The town's past was steeped in blood and dark secrets. Now, the cult wanted to renew this power and use my unborn child in their dark plans.
I spent countless hours in the town's library, pouring over old books and documents. I found references to a cult that had existed in Kruklanki centuries ago, a cult that had been banished after a terrible event. The details were vague, but it was clear that the cult had been involved in dark rituals and practices.
The more I learned, the more terrified I became. But I also felt a strange sense of determination. I was not just fighting for myself anymore, I was fighting for my child. And I was not going to let anything harm my baby.
I knew that finding the book was a long shot, but it was the only hope I had. I had to believe that it existed, that it could help me. As my due date approached, the Graversons' interest in me seemed to intensify. They would drop by unannounced, their questions becoming more personal, their gazes more intrusive. I had to believe that I could protect my child, that I could find the mysterious book and put an end to this nightmare.
In a dramatic turn of events, I discovered that Adam, my husband, had been bribed by the cultists and intended to give them our unborn child. A cold numbness spread through me as I read the words, each sentence a dagger to my heart. I could barely breathe, the paper trembling in my hands and fueled my motivation to fight even more. At first, I refused to believe it, but the evidence was overwhelmingly strong.
I found a letter hidden in his drawer, a letter from the Graversons. It spoke of a ritual, of a promise of power and wealth, and of our child. I couldn't believe what I was reading. The man I loved, the man who would hold me during those terrifying nights, was planning to betray me and our unborn child. Was it the promise of power and wealth that lured him? Or was he manipulated, ensnared by the Graversons' cunning words? The betrayal cut deep, but I had no time for despair.
I confronted Adam, my heart pounding in my chest. 'Adam,' I said, holding out the letter. 'What is this?'
He looked at the letter, his face paling. 'Laura, I...'
'You were going to give our child to them, weren't you?' I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and betrayal. He fell silent, his silence confirming my worst fears.
The look in his eyes confirmed my worst fears. I felt a wave of despair wash over me, but I knew I had to stay strong for my child.
I had to face Adam and defeat the dark forces that were plaguing Kruklanki. I pushed the boundaries of my courage and strength to protect my child and prevent the cultists from performing their dark ritual. I also had to confront my own fears and doubts that accompanied me.
In the hours leading up to the confrontation, I prepared myself for the battle ahead. Father Christopher had given me a small cross, a symbol of faith and protection. Clutching it tightly, I steeled myself for what was to come. As I entered the church, the cultists turned towards me, surprise flickering in their eyes. I stepped forward, my voice echoing in the silence, 'This ends now.' Adam was among them. Our eyes met, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of the man I once knew. But it was gone as quickly as it came. He stepped forward, trying to dissuade me, but I stood my ground. 'You won't take my child,' I declared, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me. It was a moment where the power of a mother's love and courage broke through the darkness and triumphed over it.
I stood in the church, my heart pounding in my chest, as I faced the cultists. I could see the surprise in their eyes as I confronted them, as I defied them. With Father Christopher by my side, we fought against the darkness that threatened to consume us.
In the end, love and courage prevailed. I managed to save my child, to protect him from the darkness that had threatened to take him away from me. It was the hardest thing I had ever done, but I would do it again in a heartbeat for my child.
In the aftermath of the confrontation, the town was eerily quiet. The cultists had been defeated, their dark plans thwarted. Adam was nowhere to be found, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered life.
In the days that followed, the weight of the ordeal began to lift, replaced by a newfound strength within me. I made the decision to leave the villa behind, a physical representation of the darkness that had consumed my life. With each step I took away from that place, I felt a sense of liberation and determination.
I found a small house nestled in the heart of Kruklanki, a place where the warmth of the community embraced me. As I settled into my new home, I realised that my journey was not just about protecting my child, but also about finding my own strength. Through the trials I had faced, I had discovered a reservoir of resilience and courage within myself that I never knew existed.
Father Christopher, my steadfast companion, continued to provide guidance and support. We spent countless hours in conversation, sharing our experiences and searching for meaning in the darkness that had enveloped Kruklanki. Through his wisdom and unwavering faith, I learned to embrace my role as a protector and a fighter.
As time went on, I saw the transformation within me. The fear that once gripped my heart had been replaced by a fierce determination to rebuild and find joy in the simple moments. I laughed with neighbours, embraced the beauty of the lake, and reveled in the innocent smiles of my child.
In the midst of the darkness, I found my own light. The journey had not only saved my child but had also saved me. I was no longer the frightened woman who arrived in Kruklanki, but a mother fortified by love and an unyielding spirit. Together, my child and I would create a new story, one filled with hope and the resilience to face any darkness that may come our way.
Despite everything, I found hope. Hope in the kindness of Father Christopher, hope in the strength of my love for my child, hope in the possibility of a new beginning. I had faced the darkness and come out on the other side stronger and more determined.
This is my story, a story of fear and courage, of darkness and light, of despair and hope. It's a story of a mother's love, a love so strong it can conquer even the darkest of evils. And it's a story of Kruklanki, a town that faced its dark past and emerged stronger.
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We were a young couple, full of hope and dreams. Adam, with his easy smile and infectious laughter, was my rock. We dreamt of a peaceful life, of raising our child in the serene surroundings of the villa. We shared a love for the outdoors, often spending our evenings stargazing, our hands intertwined. The villa stood tall amidst a lush emerald forest, its weathered stones blending harmoniously with the vibrant foliage. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting ethereal patterns on the moss-covered path leading to the entrance. The air was fragrant with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, inviting us to embark on our new life.
But even as we unpacked our belongings, I couldn't shake off a strange feeling. Adam, usually so attentive, seemed distant, his mind elsewhere. I dismissed it as stress from the move. Little did I know then, it was a sign of the betrayal that was to come. Soon after we settled in, I couldn't shake off a sense of foreboding. The villa, once a symbol of our dreams, was starting to feel like a prison, its grandeur overshadowed by a chilling silence. And the lake, once a symbol of peace, now seemed to whisper of hidden dangers beneath its serene surface.
Soon after we settled in, I began to experience strange and terrifying events. At first, they were just subtle nuances: shadows moving along the corridors, whispers in the night, vague movements nearby. I tried to dismiss them as figments of my imagination, but they became increasingly disturbing and intense, filling me with a chronic sense of fear.
Adam, my husband, was sceptical. He believed that these were just products of my imagination, the result of stress from the move and adapting to a new place. Adam, ever the rationalist, tried to reassure me. 'Laura, it's just the stress of the move and the pregnancy,' he would say, his eyes full of concern yet disbelief. 'There's no real danger.' His words, meant to comfort, only served to widen the chasm between us. But I could feel it, something was not right.
One night, I woke up to a chilling whisper. It was so close, as if someone was right next to me. I turned on the bedside lamp, but there was no one there. The room was empty, but the feeling of being watched was overwhelming. My heart pounded in my chest, my palms were sweaty, and I was shaking.
'Adam,' I whispered, nudging him awake. He groaned, turning to face me. 'Did you hear that?'
'Hear what?' he mumbled, his eyes half-closed.
'The whispering. It was right here, right next to me.'
Adam sighed, rubbing his eyes. 'Laura, you're just stressed. It's the new house, the new surroundings. You're imagining things.'
I wanted to believe him, to write it off as a product of stress and fear. But deep down, I knew something was not right.
The next day, I noticed something else. The shadows in the house seemed to move on their own, even when there was no one around. I could hear soft whispers, but when I tried to locate the source, there was nothing. I felt like I was being watched, followed. I tried to tell Adam about it, but he just brushed it off, saying I was just stressed and needed rest.
But I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in my bones. The house was not just a house. It was something else, something sinister. And I was trapped in it, with no one to believe me, no one to help me. I was alone, and I was scared.
The days turned into weeks, and the strange occurrences in the villa didn't cease. If anything, they became more frequent, more intense. I started noticing mysterious figures around the villa, always on the edge of my vision. They were close, yet always just far enough that I couldn't make out their features. Their presence filled me with a sense of paranoia and constant danger. I felt like a prey being watched by predators, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Our neighbours, Mr. and Mrs. Graverson, began to show an unusual interest in me. One afternoon, as I was tending to the garden, Mrs. Graverson approached me.
'Laura, dear,' she said, her voice sweet yet somehow unsettling. 'How are you finding Kruklanki? Is the villa to your liking?'
Her questions seemed innocent, but there was something in her gaze that made me uneasy.
Mrs. Graverson's eyes lingered on my stomach for a moment too long, a strange smile playing on her lips, something I couldn't quite define. Mr. Graverson, with his piercing gaze, and Mrs. Graverson, with her constant, unsettling smile, were always too eager to help. Their behavior was suspicious, their questions too probing. They seemed particularly interested in my pregnancy, their eyes lingering on my growing belly a moment too long. I couldn't shake off the feeling that they were hiding something.
One day, Mrs. Graverson came over with a basket of freshly baked cookies. As she handed them to me, her gaze lingered on my stomach. There was something in her eyes, a strange intensity that made me uncomfortable. I didn't know it then, but it was a hint of the dark intentions that lay beneath her friendly facade. I was pregnant at the time, and her eyes seemed to hold a strange fascination for my unborn child. It was a fleeting moment, but it sent chills down my spine.
As time passed, I began to suspect that the Graversons were part of a cult practising occultism, planning to use my unborn child in a dark ritual. It was a terrifying thought, but the pieces of the puzzle were starting to fit together. The strange occurrences, the mysterious figures, the Graversons' unusual interest in me and my child, it all pointed to something dark and sinister.
I started finding evidence of their involvement in other dangerous activities. I found strange symbols carved into the trees around their house, symbols that I later found out were associated with occult practices. I also noticed that they would often disappear during the night, only to return in the early hours of the morning, looking exhausted and secretive.
I suspected that they were responsible for the strange events and observations. The fear was overwhelming, but I knew I had to protect my child. I was alone in this fight, with no one to turn to. But I was determined. I was a mother, and I would do anything to keep my child safe.
In my desperation, I turned to the local clergyman, Father Christopher. He was a quiet man, always keeping to himself. I had often wondered why he seemed so distant, so detached from the rest of the town. Little did I know, his aloofness was a sign of the secrets he was hiding. I found him in the church, his eyes filled with a quiet serenity.
'Father Christopher,' I began, my voice trembling. 'I need your help. There's something... something wrong in the villa.'
He looked at me, his gaze thoughtful. 'Tell me everything, Laura,' he said, his voice calm and reassuring.
I went to the church, hoping to find some solace, some protection. I wanted to tell him about my experiences, ask for his support and protection. But to my surprise, Father Christopher seemed to be absent and avoided contact with me.
I tried to reach out to him several times, but each time, I was met with silence. His absence was strange, and it made me wonder if he was involved in this intrigue. The thought was terrifying, but I couldn't ignore the possibility. I felt even more disoriented and anxious when I discovered that Father Christopher might be involved in the conspiracy.
I started to suspect that he himself was a member of the cult or was being intimidated by them. This discovery made me feel even more alone and defenceless in the face of the impending threat. I was desperate and isolated, and I had to fend for myself.
I decided to seek information on my own to uncover the truth and find a way to protect myself and my unborn child. I spent countless hours researching, trying to understand what was happening. I read about occult practices, about cults and their rituals. The more I learned, the more terrified I became. But I knew I had to keep going, for the sake of my child.
One night, as I was poring over an old book about local legends and myths, I came across a passage that sent chills down my spine. It spoke of a cult that had once existed in Kruklanki, a cult that practised dark rituals involving unborn children. The description matched the Graversons' behaviour and the strange occurrences in the villa. I knew then that my suspicions were not unfounded.
I decided to confront the Graversons. I knocked on their door, my heart pounding. 'I've noticed you've been acting strangely,' I said, trying to keep my voice steady. They exchanged a glance, their smiles never reaching their eyes. 'We're just concerned for you, dear,' Mrs. Graverson replied, her voice too sweet. But their reassurances did nothing to quell my fears.
I was up against something far more dangerous than I had imagined. But I was not going to give up. I was a mother, and I would do whatever it took to protect my child.
As my due date approached, I realised that time was running out and the threat was becoming greater. I had a recurring dream, a nightmare really, of a clock ticking loudly, its hands moving faster and faster. It was a chilling reminder of the impending danger, a foreshadowing of the race against time that lay ahead. I had to act quickly to save my child and uncover the truth. My maternal instinct and determination had strengthened, giving me the power to fight against the unknown and dark enemy. Despite the exhaustion tugging at my eyelids, I poured over the ancient texts, my fingers tracing the cryptic symbols. I wouldn't rest, not until I had found a way to protect my child, and I made a decision that would change everything.
I decided to find a mysterious book that, according to legend, had the power to protect against dark forces. I began an intensive search, scouring old libraries, archives, and places connected with the history of Kruklanki. I studied ancient writings, mythologies, and ancient rituals, trying to find clues and the key to solving this dark mystery.
During my search, I uncovered a horrifying history of Kruklanki. It turned out that many years ago, similar rituals had taken place in the town, bringing a curse and evil upon its inhabitants. The town's past was steeped in blood and dark secrets. Now, the cult wanted to renew this power and use my unborn child in their dark plans.
I spent countless hours in the town's library, pouring over old books and documents. I found references to a cult that had existed in Kruklanki centuries ago, a cult that had been banished after a terrible event. The details were vague, but it was clear that the cult had been involved in dark rituals and practices.
The more I learned, the more terrified I became. But I also felt a strange sense of determination. I was not just fighting for myself anymore, I was fighting for my child. And I was not going to let anything harm my baby.
I knew that finding the book was a long shot, but it was the only hope I had. I had to believe that it existed, that it could help me. As my due date approached, the Graversons' interest in me seemed to intensify. They would drop by unannounced, their questions becoming more personal, their gazes more intrusive. I had to believe that I could protect my child, that I could find the mysterious book and put an end to this nightmare.
In a dramatic turn of events, I discovered that Adam, my husband, had been bribed by the cultists and intended to give them our unborn child. A cold numbness spread through me as I read the words, each sentence a dagger to my heart. I could barely breathe, the paper trembling in my hands and fueled my motivation to fight even more. At first, I refused to believe it, but the evidence was overwhelmingly strong.
I found a letter hidden in his drawer, a letter from the Graversons. It spoke of a ritual, of a promise of power and wealth, and of our child. I couldn't believe what I was reading. The man I loved, the man who would hold me during those terrifying nights, was planning to betray me and our unborn child. Was it the promise of power and wealth that lured him? Or was he manipulated, ensnared by the Graversons' cunning words? The betrayal cut deep, but I had no time for despair.
I confronted Adam, my heart pounding in my chest. 'Adam,' I said, holding out the letter. 'What is this?'
He looked at the letter, his face paling. 'Laura, I...'
'You were going to give our child to them, weren't you?' I demanded, my voice shaking with anger and betrayal. He fell silent, his silence confirming my worst fears.
The look in his eyes confirmed my worst fears. I felt a wave of despair wash over me, but I knew I had to stay strong for my child.
I had to face Adam and defeat the dark forces that were plaguing Kruklanki. I pushed the boundaries of my courage and strength to protect my child and prevent the cultists from performing their dark ritual. I also had to confront my own fears and doubts that accompanied me.
In the hours leading up to the confrontation, I prepared myself for the battle ahead. Father Christopher had given me a small cross, a symbol of faith and protection. Clutching it tightly, I steeled myself for what was to come. As I entered the church, the cultists turned towards me, surprise flickering in their eyes. I stepped forward, my voice echoing in the silence, 'This ends now.' Adam was among them. Our eyes met, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of the man I once knew. But it was gone as quickly as it came. He stepped forward, trying to dissuade me, but I stood my ground. 'You won't take my child,' I declared, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me. It was a moment where the power of a mother's love and courage broke through the darkness and triumphed over it.
I stood in the church, my heart pounding in my chest, as I faced the cultists. I could see the surprise in their eyes as I confronted them, as I defied them. With Father Christopher by my side, we fought against the darkness that threatened to consume us.
In the end, love and courage prevailed. I managed to save my child, to protect him from the darkness that had threatened to take him away from me. It was the hardest thing I had ever done, but I would do it again in a heartbeat for my child.
In the aftermath of the confrontation, the town was eerily quiet. The cultists had been defeated, their dark plans thwarted. Adam was nowhere to be found, and I was left to pick up the pieces of my shattered life.
In the days that followed, the weight of the ordeal began to lift, replaced by a newfound strength within me. I made the decision to leave the villa behind, a physical representation of the darkness that had consumed my life. With each step I took away from that place, I felt a sense of liberation and determination.
I found a small house nestled in the heart of Kruklanki, a place where the warmth of the community embraced me. As I settled into my new home, I realised that my journey was not just about protecting my child, but also about finding my own strength. Through the trials I had faced, I had discovered a reservoir of resilience and courage within myself that I never knew existed.
Father Christopher, my steadfast companion, continued to provide guidance and support. We spent countless hours in conversation, sharing our experiences and searching for meaning in the darkness that had enveloped Kruklanki. Through his wisdom and unwavering faith, I learned to embrace my role as a protector and a fighter.
As time went on, I saw the transformation within me. The fear that once gripped my heart had been replaced by a fierce determination to rebuild and find joy in the simple moments. I laughed with neighbours, embraced the beauty of the lake, and reveled in the innocent smiles of my child.
In the midst of the darkness, I found my own light. The journey had not only saved my child but had also saved me. I was no longer the frightened woman who arrived in Kruklanki, but a mother fortified by love and an unyielding spirit. Together, my child and I would create a new story, one filled with hope and the resilience to face any darkness that may come our way.
Despite everything, I found hope. Hope in the kindness of Father Christopher, hope in the strength of my love for my child, hope in the possibility of a new beginning. I had faced the darkness and come out on the other side stronger and more determined.
This is my story, a story of fear and courage, of darkness and light, of despair and hope. It's a story of a mother's love, a love so strong it can conquer even the darkest of evils. And it's a story of Kruklanki, a town that faced its dark past and emerged stronger.