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I know I shouldn’t have expected Portia to still be there, but I was still a bit disappointed and somewhat uncomfortable by the time we arrived at the Desert Rose in Kandota.
“She is not here,” Cailu said with a raised brow.
“Yeah, I know. I see that. Just, uh, give me a little bit to find her.”
“Perhaps she is on her ship,” Cailu continued.
“Let’s check there,” said Tristan, nodding. “This place probably lost its luster pretty quickly. If she’s not there, then we can split up and look for her.”
“Yes,” Cailu said, mirroring his nod, “a fine idea.”
Sure enough, Portia had stripped down to a black bikini as she sat on the edge of her sloop, fishing rod in hand, feet kicking in the wind. She’d grown awfully tan since the last time we saw her—well, more so than usual. Her skin glistened like bronze, beads of sweat littering her body. She adjusted the bottom piece of her bathing suit, exposing incredible tan lines.
Portia gasped and threw the fishing rod behind her before she shot to her feet. “About time you showed up! What in the heck were ya doing? You know how long I’ve been waiting here?”
“Yeah, I know, sorry—” I started.
“Uhh, buh-buh-buh-buh,” Portia interrupted with her index finger held up. “No. No, boy. You listen to me. I am not your personal—” she suddenly stopped, her brow furrowing deeper. “And who… who are these other people?” She inhaled slowly, her eyes widening. “No. Don’t tell me. They’re not coming with us, are they?”
“They’re, uh… coming with us.”
“This boat will not be suitable,” Cailu said, his arms crossed.
“Oh, it’s you,” Portia said, hopping into the shallows. “One loss wasn’t enough for ya, huh?” Portia’s smile continued to tug at one end of her mouth. “Probably don’t even remember me.”
Caliu tilted his head in apparent thought. An expression of realization swept over him. “Ah, yes. You played a fine game of cards. Ages it has been since I was so thoroughly defeated.”
“Wanna go another game? My wallet’s feeling a little light,” she said, wading through the shallows and stepping onto the sand, her eyes digging daggers into me. “Ya know, since someone left me here ages ago and food ain’t free.”
I avoided her gaze.
“What was that you said when you left? ‘This won’t take as long as Shi Island.’ Are you kidding me?”
“Sorry, Portia. A lot of things came up.”
Portia sighed. “I’m sensing a pattern here.” Portia readjusted the strap of her top and put her hands on her hips. “I thought about packing up and leaving.”
“My sincerest apologies,” Tristan offered as he stood forward, a hand on his chest. “We would have contacted you sooner, but the task proved to be much more difficult than we thought it would be. Cailu here,” he gestured to the elf, “assisted us and made sure we saw it through.”
“Hey, okay, fine, cool it.” She looked at me once more. “Always with the eloquence, this one. Hey, you. Matt.” She pointed at me. “This is a sloop, not some grand ship employed by the Queen. We were struggling enough just to make room for yours and Tristan’s Parties.” She did a quick count, frowning deeper with each person she pointed at. “And you want to add three more?”
There’d be no easy way out of this, so I simply nodded my head.
“Yeah,” I said. “We would, uh, need to add three more people.”
Portia set her jaw. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. You owe me big, Matt.”
“Mou ii. I’ve got you covered, Portia. For everyone.” Ravyn snatched a sizable bag of Bells from her pack and waved it in the air. “This should help the days we’ve been gone, too.”
Cailu raised a hand and started to say, “I will also—”
“No. You won’t.” Ravyn cut him off. “I’m done owing you shit.”
He stared at her thoughtfully but said nothing else.
Portia reached forward and grabbed the bag, sliding the leather cord to the side and sifting through the Bells. Taking a few out to examine their color and size, she nodded. “This doesn’t let you off the hook, Matt. Not yet.”
I sighed with relief. “Thanks, Portia.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just get on board.”
“Matt,” Cailu said as he set a hand on my shoulder. “May I have a word?”
Oh, great. What is it this time?
“Yeah, sure.” He took me behind a nearby building and leaned against the wall. “What’s this about?”
“A sloop may not be appropriate for the journey to Nyarlothep. I would suggest we port on San Island and embark on a ship from there.”
“Why?”
He frowned. “The tides and Encroachers are vicious, Matt. There is always the potential for a Defiled attack. Portia’s abilities aside, it puts our Parties at great risk. A stronger escort is necessary.”
“Are you sure about that?” I rested my shoulder against the wall opposite. I was grateful for his advice, but what had started as personal advice was starting to sound more like my dad was trying to control the whole ride there. Don’t make me turn this boat around. Frankly, I was getting sick of it.
“Yes. Portia has the right of it. Such a vessel is unfit for an alliance of our size. We risk capsizing the sloop or worse with our numbers.” He glanced around the corner of the building before looking back at me. “I understand if you are attached to Portia. But I must stress the importance of our mission.”
“Right.” I couldn’t stand what I was hearing, but I couldn’t fault him either. If the waters were even half as dangerous as Keke and every other catgirl had told me it was, then his warning of an attack was valid. If that happened, combat on the sloop would be dangerous. I didn’t need any nautical training to know that. “So then, what, you want me to say goodbye to Portia, too?” I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
“Is that what this is about?” Cailu stood away from the wall, straight-backed and imposing in his [Paladin] armor.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that. Yeah. I know you’re right.” Ceres’s words echoed in my head. Pride tarnishes even the finest of heroes, Kelmer. “So, San Island, then?”
Cailu drew a long breath. He looked like he wanted to say something but abstained. “Allow me to speak with Portia for a time.”
“Why?”
“If she has gained your trust, then I would have her with us when we collect the ship.”
My heart soared. “So, she would be a hand on the deck?” Did I use that term right?
“Aye, that is correct.”
I couldn’t hide my relief. “Then, yeah. Go ahead.”
Cailu nodded and returned to the group. I followed close behind, curious as to what he was about to do. When we returned, Ceres was asking Portia questions about her time away.
“Portia,” Cailu stated.
Ceres stopped mid-sentence and backed away with a bow.
Portia frowned. “What?”
“Matt has informed me that you have been the one to escort him and Tristan around Nyarlea. Is that correct?”
“And the girls. Don’t forget them,” I added.
“I did not.”
Portia smiled. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“Do you have experience on larger ships?”
“Quiz me. I won’t get a single question wrong. My dad was the best there was.” She chuckled. “Named my sloop after him, in fact.”
Cailu rubbed the stubble of his chin with his pointer and thumb fingers. “I have expressed to Matt that a sloop is unsuitable for the journey to Nyarlothep, considering our numbers.”
“Nyarlothep?” Portia’s eyes narrowed in irritation. “Matt, you could’ve led with that.”
“I will ask this. Is this sloop suitable for the journey?”
“No,” Portia said without hesitation. Cailu glanced at me while Portia continued. “If that’s where you need to go next, Matt, then you’re going to need a full-blown ship for that. Especially if you still want to bring everyone here along.”
“So, we have to part with Portia?” Cannoli said, her voice thin.
“Sorry, all,” Portia shrugged. “I can take you somewhere else if you want, but even so, taking this many people on a sloop makes me uncomfortable.”
“How tragic,” Kirti mused.
“Quiet,” Cannoli hissed.
Cailu sighed. “Matt trusts you, and you have managed to escort him to each island on a sloop. So I would like to offer you a position on one of my ships,” he said. As Portia opened her mouth, Cailu interrupted with his hand up. “It would be temporary. You would not be under any obligation to stay on board once we have been delivered to Nyarlothep. Your sloop would be taken care of during the journey.”
“A real ship, huh?” Portia wore a complicated expression. I thought I saw sadness, confusion, anger, and frustration in the way she worked her jaw and wrinkled her nose. “Yeah. Fine.” She extended her hand. “It’s a deal.”
Cailu reciprocated and shook her hand. “We have an accord.”
Once everyone was on board, we set sail for San Island. There was barely any room to stand, let alone walk.
I stood behind Portia for a while. She was quieter than usual, and while I knew it was probably none of my business, I still wanted to know what was going on in her head.
“Hey, you doing okay?” I asked.
Portia took her time to respond. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Her eyes were on the ocean, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else. “Pops always promised to take me on a galleon one day. Just wish he could be here for it.”
“Did he teach you much about them?”
“About as much as a man without a lick of artistic talent could show me.” Portia laughed. “We’ll see what I remember.”
“You can teach this guy without any artistic talent what you learned. I’ll be right here, struggling to keep my balance.”
Portia laughed. “Thanks, Matt. You’re a good guy.”
The rest of the voyage was smooth. We shared the story of Ichi Island with Portia, and with time, she returned to her usual scrappy self.
Two days later when the sun was setting, we arrived on San Island, my back screaming in pain. I longed for a good night’s rest in a comfortable bed with a few good drinks in my belly. We’d taken turns in the one extra cabin, earning about two hours worth of a nap each. I was too afraid of falling off the boat to sleep otherwise. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one, as there was a collection of yawns as we stepped out onto the Port of Meow.
“Gosh, feels like ages since I’ve been here,” I said.
“Nostalgic, huh?” Keke said, taking to my side.
I thought back to the fight we had right before stepping onto the port. We were bloodied from the battle with the fishcats. At the time, Cannoli looked like she’d seen a ghost. Now, well…
Yeah, I’ll just agree. Probably not a great memory to revisit— “Ye—”
“You mean when we were caked in blood?” Ravyn asked, half-laughing. “Very nostalgic.”
Why is she like this?
Cailu offered praise and smiles to the girls who approached us en masse upon our arrival. It was wild seeing him swap personalities in seconds. Words that sounded almost disgustingly charming came out of his mouth, his sour demeanor returning within seconds of their departure.
I still couldn’t stand this guy.
Cailu led us around the port’s lip. We passed by several merchant vessels, a wide variety of catgirls unloading crates from the neighboring ships. Unlike the ones earlier, these girls didn’t seem to care one way or the other about Cailu, Tristan, and myself.
“There,” Cailu said without stopping. “That is my ship.”
‘Large’ couldn’t even begin to describe this boat. It looked straight out of a pirate movie. Flags of white with the same emblem Cailu wore upon his breastplate fluttered in the wind. The wood was dark and suspiciously clean for a piece of wood that sank in the salty water all day. I didn’t have the words to describe what a gargantuan and beautiful piece of craftsmanship it was.
“What is that called?” I asked, pointing at the center flag.
“Oh, that’s—” Portia started.
“That—” Ceres interrupted.
The two apologized in unison.
“I forgot you liked ships, Ceres,” Portia noted.
“Yes, I adore them. As a kitten, I learned to build ships in bottles.” Ceres tapped the tips of her fingers together. “It was something of an obsession of mine.”
“Why don’t you tell Matt what that’s called, then?” Portia smiled.
“The main mast!” she proclaimed proudly. “The one behind it is the mizzen mast, and the last one is—” She stopped and smiled wide. “I shall give Sir Matt a hint.”
Oh boy, here we go.
Ceres’s boots clicked against the stones as she moved to stand in front of me, her hands behind her. “What precedes the word ‘after’?”
Picture of elegance, this one. Okay, uh, let’s see. “Before?” I cringed.
“Yes!” She turned and pointed to the mast once more. “Therefore, the mast at the front is called…”
“The… before mast?”
Portia put a hand to her mouth and snickered. “Close.”
I buried my face in my hand. “Just tell me.”
“The foremast!” Ceres said.
“You know your stuff, Ceres,” Portia said, smiling.
Cailu cleared his throat and stood before us. “Once I give the word, we will depart by sunrise tomorrow.”
“Hah?” Ravyn balked. “Can’t we just sleep in for one fucking day?”
My legs were killing me, so I raised my hand. “I second that.”
To my relief, Tristan also raised his hand. “Please. I am exhausted. I’d love to spend a day on San Island, anyway.”
One by one, we all raised our hands. Even Kirti.
Cailu sighed. “Fine. We shall rest for two days.”
“Two days?” I asked.
“Yes. It is important that we leave by sunrise. You may do as you wish until then.” Cailu departed, his cape billowing as he walked, Kirti at his side.
Tristan nodded to an expectant Zahra. She offered a bow and ran to catch up with Cailu.
In two days, we’ll be on our way to Nyarlothep.
Matt Pro Tip: We're nearly there. . . . but damn if I'm not looking forward to a night to relax.
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I know I shouldn’t have expected Portia to still be there, but I was still a bit disappointed and somewhat uncomfortable by the time we arrived at the Desert Rose in Kandota.
“She is not here,” Cailu said with a raised brow.
“Yeah, I know. I see that. Just, uh, give me a little bit to find her.”
“Perhaps she is on her ship,” Cailu continued.
“Let’s check there,” said Tristan, nodding. “This place probably lost its luster pretty quickly. If she’s not there, then we can split up and look for her.”
“Yes,” Cailu said, mirroring his nod, “a fine idea.”
Sure enough, Portia had stripped down to a black bikini as she sat on the edge of her sloop, fishing rod in hand, feet kicking in the wind. She’d grown awfully tan since the last time we saw her—well, more so than usual. Her skin glistened like bronze, beads of sweat littering her body. She adjusted the bottom piece of her bathing suit, exposing incredible tan lines.
Portia gasped and threw the fishing rod behind her before she shot to her feet. “About time you showed up! What in the heck were ya doing? You know how long I’ve been waiting here?”
“Yeah, I know, sorry—” I started.
“Uhh, buh-buh-buh-buh,” Portia interrupted with her index finger held up. “No. No, boy. You listen to me. I am not your personal—” she suddenly stopped, her brow furrowing deeper. “And who… who are these other people?” She inhaled slowly, her eyes widening. “No. Don’t tell me. They’re not coming with us, are they?”
“They’re, uh… coming with us.”
“This boat will not be suitable,” Cailu said, his arms crossed.
“Oh, it’s you,” Portia said, hopping into the shallows. “One loss wasn’t enough for ya, huh?” Portia’s smile continued to tug at one end of her mouth. “Probably don’t even remember me.”
Caliu tilted his head in apparent thought. An expression of realization swept over him. “Ah, yes. You played a fine game of cards. Ages it has been since I was so thoroughly defeated.”
“Wanna go another game? My wallet’s feeling a little light,” she said, wading through the shallows and stepping onto the sand, her eyes digging daggers into me. “Ya know, since someone left me here ages ago and food ain’t free.”
I avoided her gaze.
“What was that you said when you left? ‘This won’t take as long as Shi Island.’ Are you kidding me?”
“Sorry, Portia. A lot of things came up.”
Portia sighed. “I’m sensing a pattern here.” Portia readjusted the strap of her top and put her hands on her hips. “I thought about packing up and leaving.”
“My sincerest apologies,” Tristan offered as he stood forward, a hand on his chest. “We would have contacted you sooner, but the task proved to be much more difficult than we thought it would be. Cailu here,” he gestured to the elf, “assisted us and made sure we saw it through.”
“Hey, okay, fine, cool it.” She looked at me once more. “Always with the eloquence, this one. Hey, you. Matt.” She pointed at me. “This is a sloop, not some grand ship employed by the Queen. We were struggling enough just to make room for yours and Tristan’s Parties.” She did a quick count, frowning deeper with each person she pointed at. “And you want to add three more?”
There’d be no easy way out of this, so I simply nodded my head.
“Yeah,” I said. “We would, uh, need to add three more people.”
Portia set her jaw. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. You owe me big, Matt.”
“Mou ii. I’ve got you covered, Portia. For everyone.” Ravyn snatched a sizable bag of Bells from her pack and waved it in the air. “This should help the days we’ve been gone, too.”
Cailu raised a hand and started to say, “I will also—”
“No. You won’t.” Ravyn cut him off. “I’m done owing you shit.”
He stared at her thoughtfully but said nothing else.
Portia reached forward and grabbed the bag, sliding the leather cord to the side and sifting through the Bells. Taking a few out to examine their color and size, she nodded. “This doesn’t let you off the hook, Matt. Not yet.”
I sighed with relief. “Thanks, Portia.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just get on board.”
“Matt,” Cailu said as he set a hand on my shoulder. “May I have a word?”
Oh, great. What is it this time?
“Yeah, sure.” He took me behind a nearby building and leaned against the wall. “What’s this about?”
“A sloop may not be appropriate for the journey to Nyarlothep. I would suggest we port on San Island and embark on a ship from there.”
“Why?”
He frowned. “The tides and Encroachers are vicious, Matt. There is always the potential for a Defiled attack. Portia’s abilities aside, it puts our Parties at great risk. A stronger escort is necessary.”
“Are you sure about that?” I rested my shoulder against the wall opposite. I was grateful for his advice, but what had started as personal advice was starting to sound more like my dad was trying to control the whole ride there. Don’t make me turn this boat around. Frankly, I was getting sick of it.
“Yes. Portia has the right of it. Such a vessel is unfit for an alliance of our size. We risk capsizing the sloop or worse with our numbers.” He glanced around the corner of the building before looking back at me. “I understand if you are attached to Portia. But I must stress the importance of our mission.”
“Right.” I couldn’t stand what I was hearing, but I couldn’t fault him either. If the waters were even half as dangerous as Keke and every other catgirl had told me it was, then his warning of an attack was valid. If that happened, combat on the sloop would be dangerous. I didn’t need any nautical training to know that. “So then, what, you want me to say goodbye to Portia, too?” I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
“Is that what this is about?” Cailu stood away from the wall, straight-backed and imposing in his [Paladin] armor.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean that. Yeah. I know you’re right.” Ceres’s words echoed in my head. Pride tarnishes even the finest of heroes, Kelmer. “So, San Island, then?”
Cailu drew a long breath. He looked like he wanted to say something but abstained. “Allow me to speak with Portia for a time.”
“Why?”
“If she has gained your trust, then I would have her with us when we collect the ship.”
My heart soared. “So, she would be a hand on the deck?” Did I use that term right?
“Aye, that is correct.”
I couldn’t hide my relief. “Then, yeah. Go ahead.”
Cailu nodded and returned to the group. I followed close behind, curious as to what he was about to do. When we returned, Ceres was asking Portia questions about her time away.
“Portia,” Cailu stated.
Ceres stopped mid-sentence and backed away with a bow.
Portia frowned. “What?”
“Matt has informed me that you have been the one to escort him and Tristan around Nyarlea. Is that correct?”
“And the girls. Don’t forget them,” I added.
“I did not.”
Portia smiled. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“Do you have experience on larger ships?”
“Quiz me. I won’t get a single question wrong. My dad was the best there was.” She chuckled. “Named my sloop after him, in fact.”
Cailu rubbed the stubble of his chin with his pointer and thumb fingers. “I have expressed to Matt that a sloop is unsuitable for the journey to Nyarlothep, considering our numbers.”
“Nyarlothep?” Portia’s eyes narrowed in irritation. “Matt, you could’ve led with that.”
“I will ask this. Is this sloop suitable for the journey?”
“No,” Portia said without hesitation. Cailu glanced at me while Portia continued. “If that’s where you need to go next, Matt, then you’re going to need a full-blown ship for that. Especially if you still want to bring everyone here along.”
“So, we have to part with Portia?” Cannoli said, her voice thin.
“Sorry, all,” Portia shrugged. “I can take you somewhere else if you want, but even so, taking this many people on a sloop makes me uncomfortable.”
“How tragic,” Kirti mused.
“Quiet,” Cannoli hissed.
Cailu sighed. “Matt trusts you, and you have managed to escort him to each island on a sloop. So I would like to offer you a position on one of my ships,” he said. As Portia opened her mouth, Cailu interrupted with his hand up. “It would be temporary. You would not be under any obligation to stay on board once we have been delivered to Nyarlothep. Your sloop would be taken care of during the journey.”
“A real ship, huh?” Portia wore a complicated expression. I thought I saw sadness, confusion, anger, and frustration in the way she worked her jaw and wrinkled her nose. “Yeah. Fine.” She extended her hand. “It’s a deal.”
Cailu reciprocated and shook her hand. “We have an accord.”
Once everyone was on board, we set sail for San Island. There was barely any room to stand, let alone walk.
I stood behind Portia for a while. She was quieter than usual, and while I knew it was probably none of my business, I still wanted to know what was going on in her head.
“Hey, you doing okay?” I asked.
Portia took her time to respond. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Her eyes were on the ocean, but her mind seemed to be somewhere else. “Pops always promised to take me on a galleon one day. Just wish he could be here for it.”
“Did he teach you much about them?”
“About as much as a man without a lick of artistic talent could show me.” Portia laughed. “We’ll see what I remember.”
“You can teach this guy without any artistic talent what you learned. I’ll be right here, struggling to keep my balance.”
Portia laughed. “Thanks, Matt. You’re a good guy.”
The rest of the voyage was smooth. We shared the story of Ichi Island with Portia, and with time, she returned to her usual scrappy self.
Two days later when the sun was setting, we arrived on San Island, my back screaming in pain. I longed for a good night’s rest in a comfortable bed with a few good drinks in my belly. We’d taken turns in the one extra cabin, earning about two hours worth of a nap each. I was too afraid of falling off the boat to sleep otherwise. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one, as there was a collection of yawns as we stepped out onto the Port of Meow.
“Gosh, feels like ages since I’ve been here,” I said.
“Nostalgic, huh?” Keke said, taking to my side.
I thought back to the fight we had right before stepping onto the port. We were bloodied from the battle with the fishcats. At the time, Cannoli looked like she’d seen a ghost. Now, well…
Yeah, I’ll just agree. Probably not a great memory to revisit— “Ye—”
“You mean when we were caked in blood?” Ravyn asked, half-laughing. “Very nostalgic.”
Why is she like this?
Cailu offered praise and smiles to the girls who approached us en masse upon our arrival. It was wild seeing him swap personalities in seconds. Words that sounded almost disgustingly charming came out of his mouth, his sour demeanor returning within seconds of their departure.
I still couldn’t stand this guy.
Cailu led us around the port’s lip. We passed by several merchant vessels, a wide variety of catgirls unloading crates from the neighboring ships. Unlike the ones earlier, these girls didn’t seem to care one way or the other about Cailu, Tristan, and myself.
“There,” Cailu said without stopping. “That is my ship.”
‘Large’ couldn’t even begin to describe this boat. It looked straight out of a pirate movie. Flags of white with the same emblem Cailu wore upon his breastplate fluttered in the wind. The wood was dark and suspiciously clean for a piece of wood that sank in the salty water all day. I didn’t have the words to describe what a gargantuan and beautiful piece of craftsmanship it was.
“What is that called?” I asked, pointing at the center flag.
“Oh, that’s—” Portia started.
“That—” Ceres interrupted.
The two apologized in unison.
“I forgot you liked ships, Ceres,” Portia noted.
“Yes, I adore them. As a kitten, I learned to build ships in bottles.” Ceres tapped the tips of her fingers together. “It was something of an obsession of mine.”
“Why don’t you tell Matt what that’s called, then?” Portia smiled.
“The main mast!” she proclaimed proudly. “The one behind it is the mizzen mast, and the last one is—” She stopped and smiled wide. “I shall give Sir Matt a hint.”
Oh boy, here we go.
Ceres’s boots clicked against the stones as she moved to stand in front of me, her hands behind her. “What precedes the word ‘after’?”
Picture of elegance, this one. Okay, uh, let’s see. “Before?” I cringed.
“Yes!” She turned and pointed to the mast once more. “Therefore, the mast at the front is called…”
“The… before mast?”
Portia put a hand to her mouth and snickered. “Close.”
I buried my face in my hand. “Just tell me.”
“The foremast!” Ceres said.
“You know your stuff, Ceres,” Portia said, smiling.
Cailu cleared his throat and stood before us. “Once I give the word, we will depart by sunrise tomorrow.”
“Hah?” Ravyn balked. “Can’t we just sleep in for one fucking day?”
My legs were killing me, so I raised my hand. “I second that.”
To my relief, Tristan also raised his hand. “Please. I am exhausted. I’d love to spend a day on San Island, anyway.”
One by one, we all raised our hands. Even Kirti.
Cailu sighed. “Fine. We shall rest for two days.”
“Two days?” I asked.
“Yes. It is important that we leave by sunrise. You may do as you wish until then.” Cailu departed, his cape billowing as he walked, Kirti at his side.
Tristan nodded to an expectant Zahra. She offered a bow and ran to catch up with Cailu.
In two days, we’ll be on our way to Nyarlothep.
Matt Pro Tip: We're nearly there. . . . but damn if I'm not looking forward to a night to relax.
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He has complained to my landlord that I play very loud music and that I scream he is going to jail or I can see you pee. He has even called the cops on me for these loud noises I have never made. My landlord has known me for over 10 years and she knows I'm not doing any of these things. He has even harassed our neighbors in the parking lot who are the kindest people who go out and smoke. The cops came to my door and understood he has a mental illness and stated I am in no trouble. Is there anything I can do about this neighbor, he doesn't seem physically dangerous but I don't want my wife to have to worry about this guy. I am located in MN
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2023.06.06 05:41 Monkey_wrench08 Jim’s computer theory (TW for suicide/paranoia)
 | So Jim’s computer is a roblox game (I urge you to play it) but here’s a summery: submitted by Monkey_wrench08 to GameTheorists [link] [comments] A guy named Jim buys a computer, he only has three apps. News, Shop, and Chat. The news introduces a new oil rig that the mayor built. The other two don’t really matter right now, as they cannot be used. In the night, Jim checks his closets. The atmosphere is quite creepy and warning. Eventually we check the two closets and we (Jim) feels safe again. This repeats the next day, but we see a disappearance on the news. This is shown to have no traces and is mostly meant to freak Jim out a little. Though everything goes normally. Including the night checking the closets. This lead into the third day where tensions rise. The news reports a barges of more disappearances, and leads to Nim buying a few things that are actually important (medical kit and a radio). We also are able to unlock the chat that was blocked before. The night would have been normal, but the tv turns on into static. After this the computer turns on and we get a sudden message from a person with no name with a simple word, “prepare”. This eventually goes into day 4 where we see Jim buy a lot of things to “prepare”. The news the next morning is the mayor giving a speech about the disappearances around the town while It’s clear this had a strong mental toll on Jim as he buys a few things. He buys water, beans and another med kit. The water and the beans stay there for the rest of the game. We also see a helicopter flying over us, which will be cleared up on day five. The night befalls on night 4 as we check the house once more. But before we start we see a message. “There is someone inside my house.” And this is none chilling to see. This has lead to a very tense night as we explore the house once more. The closets hold no one, but the door creaked open and was shut. We saw a shadowy figure leave as us the player and Jim are now terrified. Day five panic is in the streets, and the sky is now a orange. The military is called to deal with it as we buy a few items. We get wood boards and a hammer and a black out object we do not see yet. We board up the house as the most terrifying night begins. Jim’s computer turned on and we see another message from the stranger who had told us to prepare, now tells us to “keep quiet and stay calm. Don’t make a sound.”. This makes us more terrified as we check the closets to see no one. Until the door starts to be knocked on. Leading to a loud banging. Eventually the tv turns on as a emergency alert. We eventually lift up the blacked out object to see a gun. The gun is held by Jim shakily as the door bangs and the tv blares. Where eventually it ends with Jim pointing the gun at himself and firing. Killing himself and ending the game. Now the theory since we all still have questions- There’s a few theory’s. The mayor is right, the second one about corruption, and the dream theory. Now I don’t believe any of these but I do believe that Jim has schizophrenia or just anxiety. Now my own evidence is the already checking if the closets since the game started. Now I’d assume this has happened for awhile as Jim says he feels safe again. This is before we hear of disappearing and the oil rig collapse. This eventually leads to the second day where tensions rise and Jim checks his closets again. This also makes sense with the shadow figure on day 4 and the the banging in day 5. I think that a bunch of things spiked his already unwell mind and made it worse, leading to his suicide. We even see him become sure someone is in his house even though we checked. Now there are still questions but I think this settles Jim as an unwell man who needed some more help. Ofc I’m not a mental health professional. I just see some things that could make sense. I would enjoy to hear your own theory’s and also I got the idea from the guys video on the top. Please watch it to get some more context or just play the game yourself. |
2023.06.06 05:41 UncleCeiling Going Native, Chapter 124
Read Chapter 1 Here
Previous Chapter Here
My other SSB story, Writing on the Wall, Here
I was sitting here in the dark, pantsless and writing (as you do), and I decided to check how far my progress was going on a few things. Turns out I was way past my "release a new chapter" threshold!
Enjoy the continued adventures of our favorite fuckups.
*****
“...about those sculptures. I know we told the Aboriginal Art Institute of Karnif that they could hold onto them for another two months, but apparently they are part of some shrine and the Governess of the South Pacific is getting on my case about returning them before a holy day.” Jem’si looked to his right, where his wife Torel was walking alongside him. She was his partner in more than just his marriage, and he was a little surprised to see that she didn’t have a pad out to take notes. “Are you paying attention?”
“Not really,” Torel replied. She had been strangely subdued, quiet all morning. On his left, his wife Keller tried to match pace. She was so much bigger than both of them that it was difficult, but she had a lot of practice and the halls of House Chel’xa’s ancestral home were a familiar place.
“Now.” Keller’s word was punctuated by her left arm shooting across her body to grab Jem’si by the upper arm. It was a firmer grip than Jem’si had ever felt from his wives, and for it to come from gentle Keller was doubly surprising. Before he could comment, Torel grabbed his other arm. The pair lifted and Jem’si found himself being dragged along, feet barely touching the floor.
“Put me down!” He tried to wiggle out of their grip, but neither woman seemed to be in the mood to play nice. “If you wanted to have some fun this morning you could have just asked!” Neither Torel or Keller said anything in reply, just continued to drag him along as his commands to be let go turned into pleading whines. They wouldn’t even look at him.
Jem’si wasn’t scared, not really. Just confused. He trusted his family utterly, and even as they maneuvered him out of the corridor, down a hall, and into an empty dining room he felt confusion more than fear. The room was dark, curtains drawn, and Jem’si let out a small “oof” as he found himself practically flung into a chair. The door clacked shut and he was plunged into nearly complete blackness.
After a few moments of sitting in the dark, trying to figure whatever sort of madness seemed to be running in his wives, Jem’si had enough. He raised his voice, put in every bit of commanding tone he had learned through years of Noble intrigue and business with Humans, and called out to the darkness.
“Well?!”
Light flared suddenly from the chandelier, dazzling his eyes. Fear froze his heart as he realized he and his wives weren’t actually alone. It began to thaw right back up as he saw who sat across from him.
“Why were you all sitting in the dark?” Jem’si tried to keep his voice casual.
“For the emotional impact,” Samuel Forsythe-Painter replied.
“Obviously,” Sammi Painter-Forsythe added.
Flanking the pair of tiny humans sat Elera Heleum and Marin Elbruk. Elera reached into her lap and leaned forward, placing something down on the table. It settled on the ancient wood with a dull thunk.
“The same reason I brought this,” she added helpfully.
Jem’si vaguely recognized the pistol. It was a massive hunk of silver steel with a barrel so wide he could stick a finger into it. The same gun that played so prominently in the story of that whole adventure in the frozen north. He hadn’t realized it had survived the rocket attack at the hotel, or that it had been brought to Shil.
Now thoroughly spooked, Jem’si glanced up at Keller where she stood next to him. She had brought him here, but surely she would protect him from these lunatics.
Keller looked down at him sadly, dark eyes showing little more than disappointment. “Sorry, Jem, you’re on your own.”
Torel was no better. She wouldn’t even look at him. When he glanced to the other side of the table, Marin nodded at Elera. The spikey haired Marine leaned her bulk forward and steepled her fingers together, the spindly shadows from her hands falling across the gun on the table.
“Lieutenant Colonel Marin and I had an interesting visitor yesterday. We’ve both been promoted, retired from active service, and given an Imperial Writ to deal with. It’s a great deal, really; we have been ordered by the Empress Herself to protect our little Human friends here.” With that, Elera reached out and gave Sammi what was likely intended to be a friendly pat on the back but nearly knocked the much smaller Human clear of their chair. “And, if things don’t go well, we’ve been ordered to kill them both.”
“I don’t really care much for that part,” Samuel said quietly.
“Samesies,” added Sammi.
“We’ve also been ordered to ensure that nobody learns about the OTHER project. You know the one.” Marin punctuated her statement by placing her own pistol on the table. This one was much smaller, more modern, but at least as deadly. She looked down at it, then glanced at Elera’s. “These are a really poor representation of our orders. Orbital strikes were mentioned.”
Jem’si grasped in his mind for the swordfighter’s calm he had cultivated the last few years, but it wouldn’t come. He had his ass planted in an oversized chair, was surrounded by people who meant him harm, and even his wives had abandoned him. The best control he could manage was to pull in a deep breath, swallow, and try to hold down the sour, sick feeling twisting through his guts.
“I really didn’t know what to do.” Elera put her hands flat on the table, and Jem’si, hyper-focused now on potential dangers, watched as the fingers on her right hand twitched. “So I figured I’d call the only person I knew who might have experience dealing with this sort of thing. Someone who might know why we were suddenly getting orders from the Empress after working so hard to keep this whole thing quiet.”
Keller’s huge hand landed on Jem’si’s shoulder, causing him to jerk. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to.
“The orders make sense, but they leave something very important out. So I’m going to ask you, Jem’si. I’m going to ask you as a holder of an Imperial Writ, ordered by the Empress Herself to ensure the security of the Painter Research Institute and the Lone Caribou Survival Company.” Elera’s hands were fists now and the light from the chandelier reflected in the tears forming in her eyes.
“What did you tell them? What happened to Stace? Is he even alive out there?” The questions seemed to hang in the air, and Jem’si wondered if the wrong answer would kill him. He had never doubted Keller’s loyalty before, but if the Empress said he had to die, would she stop it? He hoped so, but she had been a Deathshead Commando long before she became his wife.
In the end, he only had one response he could give. He swallowed again, cleared his throat, and hoped that the truth would keep him alive.
“I don’t know what’s happening on Nix. I reached out through Iria Stolsk, who often acts as a scientific policy advisor to the Empress, and I gave her everything I had. Much of it was technical documents from the PRI’s research, but not much more than what was used for the investor’s meeting.”
Jem’si cleared his throat again, then jerked in panic as a loud thunk sounded next to him. If Keller’s hand wasn’t keeping him in place, he might have bolted. Instead, he nodded his thanks to Torel and picked up the glass of water she had found for him. A couple of sips did little to steady his nerves; he would have killed for some of that flavored bourbon Stace made.
“As for the… other project. When Stace started making preparations, I gave him access to a highly encrypted data archive. It contains all of the notes Demir Chel’xa made during her time on Nix, all her observations of the people there. Every bit of video we had, audio clips of their language, topographical and seismic scans of the planet… House Chel’xa kept everything, and I gave all of it to him.
“When he started working on his own plans to save Nix, he was linked to that server. I don’t know if it was intentional or just Stace not knowing how he set up his accounts, but all of his notes were backed up to the same archive. I gave the Empress all of it.”
“But you don’t know what She decided. If Stace is being left alone or if he’s in a blacksite prison.” Elera closed her eyes and a single tear slipped free. “If he’s even alive.”
“No. I don’t know, but if the Empress meant to silence this whole enterprise, you wouldn’t have a Writ. You’d have a smoking hole in your skull.”
Elera nodded. “And so would you. We all would.”
“Why don’t we?” Sammi’s voice was so innocent, so free of the pain and fear everyone else seemed to be wrapped up in, that it seemed to shatter the tension in the room. Shoulders slumped, hands unclenched, and Jem’si had the sudden hope that, just maybe, he’d finish this meeting without throwing up in his lap.
Samuel spoke next. “It’s obvious that the Empress, if she hasn’t exactly given us permission for the Nix project, is at least willing to look the other way. I don’t know what’s going on out there, but I think we can count on Stace doing his thing.” He tapped his fingers on the table in a quick rat-tat-tat, blue-painted nails clicking on the wood. “The real question is why she would let us do it at all. Tons of risk with no real reward for the Empire, which is why we agreed to keep all this quiet in the first place.”
“My husband is a businessman.” Torel’s voice was surprisingly affectionate given the circumstances, and when her hand came up to ruffle Jem’si’s hair he relished the contact. It didn’t matter if his coiffure was ruined. “Even if he’s not the brains of the operation, he occasionally makes a deal.”
“The research you two have been doing; is it real?” Jem’si nodded at the two Humans at the table. “Can you really do that incredible line of turox shit you sold to the investors?”
Sammi let out a very undignified snort. “You have no idea. What the investors are getting is real, but it’s babytown frolics compared to what we could really do with it. We’re keeping the good stuff; I wanna see if I can turn a star inside out.”
“That’s… horrifying.” Jem’si felt on firmer ground now; the crisis had passed and he was going to live through this. “Well, I may have passed the word that the technological superiority you’re providing would put us decades, perhaps centuries ahead of the Consortium and the Alliance.”
He let the moment settle with a performer’s ease before dropping the punchline.
“And if we aren’t allowed to fix Nix it would turn out that you two didn’t actually know what you were doing. It would have destroyed House Chel’xa along with the two of you, but it would turn out we were huxsters all along.”
Samuel laughed bitterly. “And to think, if you actually told us your plan we probably would have agreed to it. Instead, we now have to deal with having two members of our family who have signed and sealed orders from the Empress of the Shil’vati to kill the rest of us. Not exactly something that makes it easy to maintain a relationship.”
Elera pulled herself to her feet before picking up the heavy Human handgun. She carefully checked it, then put it in her pocket. Marin followed her example and did the same with her own pistol, and the two Humans hopped down off their chairs.
“I am sorry.” Jem’si firmed up his voice, felt the old confidence start to pool in his chest. “For not telling you, I mean. I don’t regret what I did.”
“Of course you don’t,” Samuel said sadly as the group headed towards the door. “You’re Shil’vati. We’re leaving, by the way. Going home. It doesn’t feel right to be living off your charity. I’d tell you not to follow us, but we can’t realistically stop you since you own a third of the company.”
“Just know that you won’t be welcome,” Sammi added before slamming the door behind them.
Jem’si let out a sigh as he sank into his chair, feeling suddenly boneless. Keller and Torel moved around him, pulling up chairs of their own.
“That went better than it could have,” Keller said casually. She barely seemed bothered by the whole thing.
“Oh, really?” Jem’si really couldn’t see the bright side.
“We could all be dead,” Torel clarified. “According to the scope of their Writ, either one of those two would have been perfectly within their rights to have the entire Chel’xa compound incinerated.”
“....what.”
“Knowledge of Nix is to be limited to the PRI and Lone Caribou. House Chel’xa clearly knows about it, or this whole thing wouldn’t have gotten started.” Keller sounded too matter of fact, too calm. “You may be the one who got this whole thing going, but the Humans wouldn’t have even known about it if you hadn’t told them. You’re clearly a security risk.”
“You could make the argument that Jem’si is in the clear, as part owner of PRI. I do a lot of the clerical work, so I’m safe too.” Torel smirked over at Keller. “Sounds like you’re the odd one out.”
“Yep. It would have been perfectly reasonable, from a legal standpoint at least, if Elera had shot me in the face as soon as we sat down.” Keller smirked. “Not that she would. I think she kinda has a thing for me.”
“And what, you’d have let her do it?” The panic was back, bile sour and acidic in Jem’si’s throat.
“I’m not bulletproof, Jem. Couldn’t have done a whole lot about it.”
Jem’si pressed his hands to the table, slowly pulling himself to his feet. “I think…” He swallowed. It didn’t help. “I think I’m going to throw up. Then I’m going to talk to Iria and see if I can talk to the Empress in person. I need to get a handle on this before someone ends up dead.”
“Someone else, you mean.” Torel gave Jem’si a very unflattering glare. “On top of all the other deaths we’ve had so far.”
Jem’si bit down a retort as he turned away, walking towards the door. Oh yes. Couldn’t forget those.
–
When it came down to it, Lewis could admit that this was at least partially his fault.
He had left the grocery store with plastic bags in his hands and a spring in his step. The rusty minivan parked next to Lewis's SUV completely failed to get his attention, which was likely the whole reason it was chosen for the job. He had just finished putting the bags in the backseat when the van’s side door opened behind him, a bag slipped over his head, and Lewis was bodily pulled into the vehicle. He barely even had time to squeak out a panicked yelp.
Even with his head covered, Lewis knew at once who his captors were. The large hands, the ease with which they were manhandling him, and the sheer brazenness of the kidnapping left no doubt in his mind that he was in the hands of the Shil'vati. They pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed them together before he was plopped down in the middle seat. Meaty fingers stayed firmly grasped around his biceps as the van rumbled to life. They were on the move.
"So..." Lewis tried to keep his voice even. He wasn't a fighter, and if he started throwing elbows he would still end up at his destination. Just with a broken jaw. "If you're sex traffickers, you probably could do better than me."
There was no reply but silence.
As they bounced along, Lewis was surprised to find that he wasn't as frightened as he expected. After nearly a decade fighting the invaders in his own way, the idea of eventually being captured or killed had percolated through his mind for long enough that it was comfortable. In a way, it was a relief; wherever he was going, whatever was going to happen to him, Lewis was done with the fight. He could hang up his spurs, at least until the gallows called.
Instead of dwelling on the situation, he tried to follow where the van was going. It only took a few turns for Lewis to become hopelessly lost. His lack of a sense of direction was legendary among his friends, and thanks to the ubiquitous ease of GPS and smartphones he never really had to pick up the skill. He regretted his reliance on technology now, not that it would really change anything. The van rumbled on, its old and tired suspension creaking with every bump, and Lewis waited to die.
The van pulled to a stop with a lurch and Lewis jerked awake. He had been half-dozing, a fact that he took in with a bit of surprise. After the first hour or so, the anxiety of being captured had faded into a dull shock, which had turned into a stupor. Now he had completely lost track of time. The door to his right slid open and Lewis was pulled out with a sudden jerk. He tried to catch himself on half-numb legs, stumbled, was caught, and found himself being half carried and half marched on the rough gravel underfoot.
Even with the hood obscuring his vision, Lewis could still hear perfectly fine. He could still smell, too, and the rumble of a large diesel engine was accompanied by the smell of rancid exhaust. The gravel under his feet became a metal ramp and he stumbled again, letting his Shil'vati captors drag him up by his biceps. There would be some nasty bruises later, but for now the pain helped him regain focus.
The ramp leveled out and the metal clang was replaced by the dull thud of thin wood under his feet. Lewis was only dragged a few more steps before a quick shove threw him into a chair. It didn't move at all, evidently attached to the floor, and before he could really process the situation further a loud clatter behind him made evident that Lewis was now trapped. The smell of exhaust was even worse here, sour on his throat. Fear was finally beginning to settle in his guts as he tried to prepare himself for the inevitable torture.
"Ashley Lewis. Age twenty-six standard, degrees in psychology and philosophy, currently employed in an administrative capacity for a phone and 'net based therapy service. Being able to telework has made it easy for you to travel for your other job, working as a data courier and soft asset for the terrorist organization colloquially known as The Numbers.
"A few months ago, you were involved in an attack on a man named Eustace Grant that left him nearly dead and eventually led to a region-wide shakeup of law enforcement and the public execution of the Regional Governess." Lewis's head jerked forward as the hood was pulled off in a single sharp tug.
Black eyes with irises like gold rings floating in pools of ink stared at him from a face of purple skin. In the moment, the Shil'vati looked exactly as alien as she was, and the familiarization he had spent years building flashed away as if they were never there. The alien smiled, drawing attention to her tusks, then nodded once. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Lewis took in his captor. She was average height for a female Shil, though not as massively built as the majority of marines he had seen. Her hair was stark white and pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a long coat of heavy black. Around him, all he could see was dirty wood and aluminum paneling. The rumbling of an engine continued, as did the stink of fumes. He was in the back of a small box truck.
And in front of him stood Investigator Jel’si Chel'xa.
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This is a fanfic that takes place in the “Between Worlds” universe (aka Sexy Space Babes), created and owned by u/BlueFishcake. No ownership of the settings or core concepts is expressed or implied by myself.
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Previous Chapter Here
My other SSB story, Writing on the Wall, Here
I was sitting here in the dark, pantsless and writing (as you do), and I decided to check how far my progress was going on a few things. Turns out I was way past my "release a new chapter" threshold!
Enjoy the continued adventures of our favorite fuckups.
*****
“...about those sculptures. I know we told the Aboriginal Art Institute of Karnif that they could hold onto them for another two months, but apparently they are part of some shrine and the Governess of the South Pacific is getting on my case about returning them before a holy day.” Jem’si looked to his right, where his wife Torel was walking alongside him. She was his partner in more than just his marriage, and he was a little surprised to see that she didn’t have a pad out to take notes. “Are you paying attention?”
“Not really,” Torel replied. She had been strangely subdued, quiet all morning. On his left, his wife Keller tried to match pace. She was so much bigger than both of them that it was difficult, but she had a lot of practice and the halls of House Chel’xa’s ancestral home were a familiar place.
“Now.” Keller’s word was punctuated by her left arm shooting across her body to grab Jem’si by the upper arm. It was a firmer grip than Jem’si had ever felt from his wives, and for it to come from gentle Keller was doubly surprising. Before he could comment, Torel grabbed his other arm. The pair lifted and Jem’si found himself being dragged along, feet barely touching the floor.
“Put me down!” He tried to wiggle out of their grip, but neither woman seemed to be in the mood to play nice. “If you wanted to have some fun this morning you could have just asked!” Neither Torel or Keller said anything in reply, just continued to drag him along as his commands to be let go turned into pleading whines. They wouldn’t even look at him.
Jem’si wasn’t scared, not really. Just confused. He trusted his family utterly, and even as they maneuvered him out of the corridor, down a hall, and into an empty dining room he felt confusion more than fear. The room was dark, curtains drawn, and Jem’si let out a small “oof” as he found himself practically flung into a chair. The door clacked shut and he was plunged into nearly complete blackness.
After a few moments of sitting in the dark, trying to figure whatever sort of madness seemed to be running in his wives, Jem’si had enough. He raised his voice, put in every bit of commanding tone he had learned through years of Noble intrigue and business with Humans, and called out to the darkness.
“Well?!”
Light flared suddenly from the chandelier, dazzling his eyes. Fear froze his heart as he realized he and his wives weren’t actually alone. It began to thaw right back up as he saw who sat across from him.
“Why were you all sitting in the dark?” Jem’si tried to keep his voice casual.
“For the emotional impact,” Samuel Forsythe-Painter replied.
“Obviously,” Sammi Painter-Forsythe added.
Flanking the pair of tiny humans sat Elera Heleum and Marin Elbruk. Elera reached into her lap and leaned forward, placing something down on the table. It settled on the ancient wood with a dull thunk.
“The same reason I brought this,” she added helpfully.
Jem’si vaguely recognized the pistol. It was a massive hunk of silver steel with a barrel so wide he could stick a finger into it. The same gun that played so prominently in the story of that whole adventure in the frozen north. He hadn’t realized it had survived the rocket attack at the hotel, or that it had been brought to Shil.
Now thoroughly spooked, Jem’si glanced up at Keller where she stood next to him. She had brought him here, but surely she would protect him from these lunatics.
Keller looked down at him sadly, dark eyes showing little more than disappointment. “Sorry, Jem, you’re on your own.”
Torel was no better. She wouldn’t even look at him. When he glanced to the other side of the table, Marin nodded at Elera. The spikey haired Marine leaned her bulk forward and steepled her fingers together, the spindly shadows from her hands falling across the gun on the table.
“Lieutenant Colonel Marin and I had an interesting visitor yesterday. We’ve both been promoted, retired from active service, and given an Imperial Writ to deal with. It’s a great deal, really; we have been ordered by the Empress Herself to protect our little Human friends here.” With that, Elera reached out and gave Sammi what was likely intended to be a friendly pat on the back but nearly knocked the much smaller Human clear of their chair. “And, if things don’t go well, we’ve been ordered to kill them both.”
“I don’t really care much for that part,” Samuel said quietly.
“Samesies,” added Sammi.
“We’ve also been ordered to ensure that nobody learns about the OTHER project. You know the one.” Marin punctuated her statement by placing her own pistol on the table. This one was much smaller, more modern, but at least as deadly. She looked down at it, then glanced at Elera’s. “These are a really poor representation of our orders. Orbital strikes were mentioned.”
Jem’si grasped in his mind for the swordfighter’s calm he had cultivated the last few years, but it wouldn’t come. He had his ass planted in an oversized chair, was surrounded by people who meant him harm, and even his wives had abandoned him. The best control he could manage was to pull in a deep breath, swallow, and try to hold down the sour, sick feeling twisting through his guts.
“I really didn’t know what to do.” Elera put her hands flat on the table, and Jem’si, hyper-focused now on potential dangers, watched as the fingers on her right hand twitched. “So I figured I’d call the only person I knew who might have experience dealing with this sort of thing. Someone who might know why we were suddenly getting orders from the Empress after working so hard to keep this whole thing quiet.”
Keller’s huge hand landed on Jem’si’s shoulder, causing him to jerk. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to.
“The orders make sense, but they leave something very important out. So I’m going to ask you, Jem’si. I’m going to ask you as a holder of an Imperial Writ, ordered by the Empress Herself to ensure the security of the Painter Research Institute and the Lone Caribou Survival Company.” Elera’s hands were fists now and the light from the chandelier reflected in the tears forming in her eyes.
“What did you tell them? What happened to Stace? Is he even alive out there?” The questions seemed to hang in the air, and Jem’si wondered if the wrong answer would kill him. He had never doubted Keller’s loyalty before, but if the Empress said he had to die, would she stop it? He hoped so, but she had been a Deathshead Commando long before she became his wife.
In the end, he only had one response he could give. He swallowed again, cleared his throat, and hoped that the truth would keep him alive.
“I don’t know what’s happening on Nix. I reached out through Iria Stolsk, who often acts as a scientific policy advisor to the Empress, and I gave her everything I had. Much of it was technical documents from the PRI’s research, but not much more than what was used for the investor’s meeting.”
Jem’si cleared his throat again, then jerked in panic as a loud thunk sounded next to him. If Keller’s hand wasn’t keeping him in place, he might have bolted. Instead, he nodded his thanks to Torel and picked up the glass of water she had found for him. A couple of sips did little to steady his nerves; he would have killed for some of that flavored bourbon Stace made.
“As for the… other project. When Stace started making preparations, I gave him access to a highly encrypted data archive. It contains all of the notes Demir Chel’xa made during her time on Nix, all her observations of the people there. Every bit of video we had, audio clips of their language, topographical and seismic scans of the planet… House Chel’xa kept everything, and I gave all of it to him.
“When he started working on his own plans to save Nix, he was linked to that server. I don’t know if it was intentional or just Stace not knowing how he set up his accounts, but all of his notes were backed up to the same archive. I gave the Empress all of it.”
“But you don’t know what She decided. If Stace is being left alone or if he’s in a blacksite prison.” Elera closed her eyes and a single tear slipped free. “If he’s even alive.”
“No. I don’t know, but if the Empress meant to silence this whole enterprise, you wouldn’t have a Writ. You’d have a smoking hole in your skull.”
Elera nodded. “And so would you. We all would.”
“Why don’t we?” Sammi’s voice was so innocent, so free of the pain and fear everyone else seemed to be wrapped up in, that it seemed to shatter the tension in the room. Shoulders slumped, hands unclenched, and Jem’si had the sudden hope that, just maybe, he’d finish this meeting without throwing up in his lap.
Samuel spoke next. “It’s obvious that the Empress, if she hasn’t exactly given us permission for the Nix project, is at least willing to look the other way. I don’t know what’s going on out there, but I think we can count on Stace doing his thing.” He tapped his fingers on the table in a quick rat-tat-tat, blue-painted nails clicking on the wood. “The real question is why she would let us do it at all. Tons of risk with no real reward for the Empire, which is why we agreed to keep all this quiet in the first place.”
“My husband is a businessman.” Torel’s voice was surprisingly affectionate given the circumstances, and when her hand came up to ruffle Jem’si’s hair he relished the contact. It didn’t matter if his coiffure was ruined. “Even if he’s not the brains of the operation, he occasionally makes a deal.”
“The research you two have been doing; is it real?” Jem’si nodded at the two Humans at the table. “Can you really do that incredible line of turox shit you sold to the investors?”
Sammi let out a very undignified snort. “You have no idea. What the investors are getting is real, but it’s babytown frolics compared to what we could really do with it. We’re keeping the good stuff; I wanna see if I can turn a star inside out.”
“That’s… horrifying.” Jem’si felt on firmer ground now; the crisis had passed and he was going to live through this. “Well, I may have passed the word that the technological superiority you’re providing would put us decades, perhaps centuries ahead of the Consortium and the Alliance.”
He let the moment settle with a performer’s ease before dropping the punchline.
“And if we aren’t allowed to fix Nix it would turn out that you two didn’t actually know what you were doing. It would have destroyed House Chel’xa along with the two of you, but it would turn out we were huxsters all along.”
Samuel laughed bitterly. “And to think, if you actually told us your plan we probably would have agreed to it. Instead, we now have to deal with having two members of our family who have signed and sealed orders from the Empress of the Shil’vati to kill the rest of us. Not exactly something that makes it easy to maintain a relationship.”
Elera pulled herself to her feet before picking up the heavy Human handgun. She carefully checked it, then put it in her pocket. Marin followed her example and did the same with her own pistol, and the two Humans hopped down off their chairs.
“I am sorry.” Jem’si firmed up his voice, felt the old confidence start to pool in his chest. “For not telling you, I mean. I don’t regret what I did.”
“Of course you don’t,” Samuel said sadly as the group headed towards the door. “You’re Shil’vati. We’re leaving, by the way. Going home. It doesn’t feel right to be living off your charity. I’d tell you not to follow us, but we can’t realistically stop you since you own a third of the company.”
“Just know that you won’t be welcome,” Sammi added before slamming the door behind them.
Jem’si let out a sigh as he sank into his chair, feeling suddenly boneless. Keller and Torel moved around him, pulling up chairs of their own.
“That went better than it could have,” Keller said casually. She barely seemed bothered by the whole thing.
“Oh, really?” Jem’si really couldn’t see the bright side.
“We could all be dead,” Torel clarified. “According to the scope of their Writ, either one of those two would have been perfectly within their rights to have the entire Chel’xa compound incinerated.”
“....what.”
“Knowledge of Nix is to be limited to the PRI and Lone Caribou. House Chel’xa clearly knows about it, or this whole thing wouldn’t have gotten started.” Keller sounded too matter of fact, too calm. “You may be the one who got this whole thing going, but the Humans wouldn’t have even known about it if you hadn’t told them. You’re clearly a security risk.”
“You could make the argument that Jem’si is in the clear, as part owner of PRI. I do a lot of the clerical work, so I’m safe too.” Torel smirked over at Keller. “Sounds like you’re the odd one out.”
“Yep. It would have been perfectly reasonable, from a legal standpoint at least, if Elera had shot me in the face as soon as we sat down.” Keller smirked. “Not that she would. I think she kinda has a thing for me.”
“And what, you’d have let her do it?” The panic was back, bile sour and acidic in Jem’si’s throat.
“I’m not bulletproof, Jem. Couldn’t have done a whole lot about it.”
Jem’si pressed his hands to the table, slowly pulling himself to his feet. “I think…” He swallowed. It didn’t help. “I think I’m going to throw up. Then I’m going to talk to Iria and see if I can talk to the Empress in person. I need to get a handle on this before someone ends up dead.”
“Someone else, you mean.” Torel gave Jem’si a very unflattering glare. “On top of all the other deaths we’ve had so far.”
Jem’si bit down a retort as he turned away, walking towards the door. Oh yes. Couldn’t forget those.
–
When it came down to it, Lewis could admit that this was at least partially his fault.
He had left the grocery store with plastic bags in his hands and a spring in his step. The rusty minivan parked next to Lewis's SUV completely failed to get his attention, which was likely the whole reason it was chosen for the job. He had just finished putting the bags in the backseat when the van’s side door opened behind him, a bag slipped over his head, and Lewis was bodily pulled into the vehicle. He barely even had time to squeak out a panicked yelp.
Even with his head covered, Lewis knew at once who his captors were. The large hands, the ease with which they were manhandling him, and the sheer brazenness of the kidnapping left no doubt in his mind that he was in the hands of the Shil'vati. They pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed them together before he was plopped down in the middle seat. Meaty fingers stayed firmly grasped around his biceps as the van rumbled to life. They were on the move.
"So..." Lewis tried to keep his voice even. He wasn't a fighter, and if he started throwing elbows he would still end up at his destination. Just with a broken jaw. "If you're sex traffickers, you probably could do better than me."
There was no reply but silence.
As they bounced along, Lewis was surprised to find that he wasn't as frightened as he expected. After nearly a decade fighting the invaders in his own way, the idea of eventually being captured or killed had percolated through his mind for long enough that it was comfortable. In a way, it was a relief; wherever he was going, whatever was going to happen to him, Lewis was done with the fight. He could hang up his spurs, at least until the gallows called.
Instead of dwelling on the situation, he tried to follow where the van was going. It only took a few turns for Lewis to become hopelessly lost. His lack of a sense of direction was legendary among his friends, and thanks to the ubiquitous ease of GPS and smartphones he never really had to pick up the skill. He regretted his reliance on technology now, not that it would really change anything. The van rumbled on, its old and tired suspension creaking with every bump, and Lewis waited to die.
The van pulled to a stop with a lurch and Lewis jerked awake. He had been half-dozing, a fact that he took in with a bit of surprise. After the first hour or so, the anxiety of being captured had faded into a dull shock, which had turned into a stupor. Now he had completely lost track of time. The door to his right slid open and Lewis was pulled out with a sudden jerk. He tried to catch himself on half-numb legs, stumbled, was caught, and found himself being half carried and half marched on the rough gravel underfoot.
Even with the hood obscuring his vision, Lewis could still hear perfectly fine. He could still smell, too, and the rumble of a large diesel engine was accompanied by the smell of rancid exhaust. The gravel under his feet became a metal ramp and he stumbled again, letting his Shil'vati captors drag him up by his biceps. There would be some nasty bruises later, but for now the pain helped him regain focus.
The ramp leveled out and the metal clang was replaced by the dull thud of thin wood under his feet. Lewis was only dragged a few more steps before a quick shove threw him into a chair. It didn't move at all, evidently attached to the floor, and before he could really process the situation further a loud clatter behind him made evident that Lewis was now trapped. The smell of exhaust was even worse here, sour on his throat. Fear was finally beginning to settle in his guts as he tried to prepare himself for the inevitable torture.
"Ashley Lewis. Age twenty-six standard, degrees in psychology and philosophy, currently employed in an administrative capacity for a phone and 'net based therapy service. Being able to telework has made it easy for you to travel for your other job, working as a data courier and soft asset for the terrorist organization colloquially known as The Numbers.
"A few months ago, you were involved in an attack on a man named Eustace Grant that left him nearly dead and eventually led to a region-wide shakeup of law enforcement and the public execution of the Regional Governess." Lewis's head jerked forward as the hood was pulled off in a single sharp tug.
Black eyes with irises like gold rings floating in pools of ink stared at him from a face of purple skin. In the moment, the Shil'vati looked exactly as alien as she was, and the familiarization he had spent years building flashed away as if they were never there. The alien smiled, drawing attention to her tusks, then nodded once. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Lewis took in his captor. She was average height for a female Shil, though not as massively built as the majority of marines he had seen. Her hair was stark white and pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a long coat of heavy black. Around him, all he could see was dirty wood and aluminum paneling. The rumbling of an engine continued, as did the stink of fumes. He was in the back of a small box truck.
And in front of him stood Investigator Jel’si Chel'xa.
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This is a fanfic that takes place in the “Between Worlds” universe (aka Sexy Space Babes), created and owned by u/BlueFishcake. No ownership of the settings or core concepts is expressed or implied by myself.
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2023.06.06 05:41 CapMcgee That time I died
I am so thankful to be alive but it wasn't always this way. I felt it deep down, the gratitude for living but it just didn't feel right. It didn't sit well with me so I challenged myself. Not to see how wrong it was but to challenge my belief. It crept up on me when the light would shine just right in an unperfect moment I would recognize and store years down the line, how unperfect this moment was in time. It was always perfect or I made it perfect. I was the light and life in it's stillness and slow beauty, not moving but always changing was always so perfect. Such peace and joy, serenity and love by just existing. How could this be when my mind convinced me otherwise? I have such a love for life and in any moment I could taste freedom if I wanted, I could feel love, I could be fearless. There was no end to what I could create. It felt real but, I was made to believe it was all fake and that it wasn't real. What I could see in front of me, what my mind perceived in the world was nothing of worth so I internalized these structures. My mind could not register anything that would cause me to feel the way I created so in it's unfathomably methodology it refuted it's truthfulness, it's realness. What I would them perceive in front of me would be all the things that made me sad and sorrowful. The distaste it gave me from what it could perceive, for how it was able to comprehend the world. I saw my friends hurt me, saw my family neglect me, saw the people around me living in lies and continuing cycles making the same mistakes over again. I was suddenly so filled with pain. I picked up on their energies. Pain never bothered me but the intention to hurt me, killed me inside, I could never understand why, it was the worst kind of betrayal. My brain could suddenly see all the things around me that would hurt me. I was thrown into a state of survival. My gorgeous brain only seeing the things that harm and hurt. Reminding me that the world is dangerous and a not so good place. I abandoned my state of being. I could no longer take the alarms ringing in my head, the panic in my body if I did not live my life and accept it in a certain way that would allow me to function better. I use to be so hopeful, so extroverted. Slowly overtime I reassessed myself. I no longer claimed to be an extrovert, I then claimed ambivert and overtime I accepted my role as an introvert. I accepted my place as a lonely soul, not lost, not confused but hurt inside. I fulfilled my hermit role one day believing I would be a Sage or a Shaman, anything to explain and lead me on, anything to subside the guilt to what I was doing to myself. Anything. Their had to be a reason for my separateness, if I was not allowed to be in the world then maybe it was because I was never meant to be, we had to reason it out, reason all of it out. Find out what happened to us, why we felt the way we did, what went wrong. Where we went wrong, what I did wrong. I had to not only know I had to make it make sense because there was this ticking time-bomb in my stomach trying to speak out the truth. Trying to claw it's way out, trying to make me believe again. All this time hiding and fighting. Knowledge was my control. I began digging. Tearing everything apart like a rabid animal. Snarling in a trap, ripping up it's bedsheets, I was vicious and this was dangerous. It harmed me in the end and it hurt like hell. I broke everything, I demolished and destroyed everything I had. The tension built up with the help of external influences, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't be, I couldn't see. I had somewhere to go. Something I held tight to and refused to let go of, I bled the way I gripped it so tight. It was mine if only I could break myself better. Break who I was, I could get it. I broke my mind. Crumbled to pieces, shattered like a mirror, I was surrounded by broken glass. The shards, the pointy ends. What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE? I can't pick this up, I can't fix this. The glass shards cut my hands, as I desperately tried to collect all the pieces of my mental. "Why would you do this?" I thought to myself. Oh, the blame I felt, the guilt, the self hatred and loathing. I destroyed myself, the damage I had caused myself that could never be reversed. I was my own monster, my own demon. The break of bond between my spirit and myself. I had destroyed it all. I did not like it so I went scavenging and I hit something that seemed made to collapse. A shaky hut poorly built, doomed to fall that I was living in. My own mind was poorly built on shaking foundations that faltered on me and I thought it was my fault. It was doomed to fail. My mind now in pieces, my world collapsing all around me, I lived in doomsday. It was my apocalypse. I built from the ground up again. This time with say in the matter for how I wanted to see life again. From what I knew deep down, my own truth to living. I got it half right sometimes but it was better then nothing. We had no money after all so on some spots I had to plaster the walls with what I could find, maybe some mud and straw until I could find a suitable material. Maybe some bricks like the little piggies in that story book. My mind was enmeshed, intertwined, and confused. I had pieces that didn't fit together and pieces that didn't fit at all. My mind was fractured and split. Utterly in pieces. Sides of myself combated the other. I lived in a time where there was no compromise. No decision that could be formulated on any action taken in my life. Everything was at a halt. I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat, how I wanted to dress, I couldn't formulate view points and make statements. I didn't know who I was. I was in constant distress from being pulled in a tug of war by two extremes of myself. I was absolutely distraught. All the while I had to not only keep a calm demeanor and put on a brave face for the world. I had to keep grasping and holding on tight to something that kept floating away from me, kept being just out of my reach, my grounded purpose for why I did what I did. I had to succeed, I came too far, gave up too many things, I sacrificed myself for it, I couldn't let it go, I was told not to let it go. I had to keep fighting, keep pushing. There were times where I didn't eat, other times I overate, times I couldn't sleep, and times where I only slept. My whole life was flipped upside down and I did not know balance. I did not operate out of a place of harmony. I met my shadows that crept in the night. They taunted me and did not let me sleep. I went on medication and my demons haunted me in the waking world. This isn't an empowering speech about what a force I am to be reckoned with after coming through the flames such as these. The pits of fire I embodied, the deep levels of hell that melted me. My hands calloused from trying to climb out of the well I had fallen in. At the bottom of that well it wasn't water, it was fire and I didn't make it out of there, I burned. I burned alive. I died. There was no coming back, there was no surviving that. I was ashes, but my soul burned like hot coals. Still surviving, still managing. How heavy the world was, how tired I was. How dark and suffocating, everything closed up on me. I wanted to die. My physical body wanted to die. I almost tried to. I saw it as a mercy until a voice said No. Finally, everything was quiet so I listened to it. For a second the voice that said No gave me something I was looking for, a definitive answer, a taste of consciousness on settled ground. The voice so strong and stern, sure of itself. The peace in its absolute. How all the other voices were silenced. I never understood my true intent so my mind kept gripping to what I was originally chasing after. I knew there was hope again, that voice gave me hope so I attached it to my manifestation. I knew there was something more out there. I dug through my past. Searching, trying to reason, trying to find something that might be contributing to my pain, in order to move forward to my goal in sight that I was desperately reaching for, my purpose for shattering my mental, I crawled out again. I must succeed, so I took a detour. The fastest route wasn't straight at that point, I couldn't see straight. I accumulated knowledge at an exceeded rate, gaining expert level knowledge on structures of being, finding tools to build my new home. Building up again, my mind. They say if you spend all your time in your head you might as well make it a nice place to be. My head was not a nice place to be. I had a lot of neuron pathways that lead me to dark places. It was a labyrinth outside the boundaries of space and time, all consuming, a monstrous black hole where light didn't exist. I found my beasts, my demons, and dragons that ought to be slain. One by one, I went to war. Winning and sometimes losing battles and like a Viking not afraid of death just awaiting Valhalla, I was ruthless. I had nothing to lose and all to gain so I slayed, I became murderous in the end, killing parts of me left and right to find a holy grail perhaps out of pure luck. I didn't know I would find a jackpot within myself, pure gold. I have a heart of gold. I unearthed diamonds within my being. I came back to myself. In the end it was all worth it, though my hands still murderous, remembering the bloodshed I was made to do. I never felt victorious, the thing I held on so tight to in my outside world, the manifestation I was working on and fighting my way to had finally arrived and I felt nothing towards it. I felt less than dead inside holding it in my hands. It was worthless to me and what people saw I had accomplished in the external, praising me and congratulating me, being so proud that I had finally succeed. Somehow that taunted me because they couldn't see my insides, all that I had done. What I have in my hands means nothing! Why lace my eyes once more? I feel no happiness in my success, no satisfaction, no glam or pride but look inside me now, see how I have risen. See the garden I have planted in my mind. Can you finally see my soul like I can now? Come visit and see inside, my holy grail, my light.
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2023.06.06 05:40 kckitten05 Vet tech’s rescue dog shot and killed by Waco police.
 | Hello everyone, I’m trying to help my friends Cassie and Matt raise money after a horrific incident on Saturday, that left her beloved dog Finn dead. The funds will go towards a lawyer that will help represent Cassie, Matt and Finn. Saturday afternoon 6/03/2023.I got a call from my best friend in hysterics, telling me to come to her house because the WACO POLICE DEPARTMENT came into her yard, and SHOT and KILLED her 10 year old black lab Finn. They then TASED her other dog Hannah. The police department had gotten a call about a break in, and came to the wrong address. The house that had actually called was one street over. No officer approached her front door or tried to make contact with the home owner. Instead, Cassie was taking a nap when she heard gun shots, her dogs screaming, and a man’s voice outside of her window. Completely confused and now scared for her own life, she realized her precious dog is bleeding out and there are cops standing around wide eyed because they’ve now realized they made a huge mistake. Finn was rushed to the Waco Emergency Clinic, and later succumbed to his grievous wounds. Cassie is a veterinary technician, an animal lover like me, and one of the kindest and most loving people I’ve ever met. She and Matt are obviously devastated, and now scared to live in her own home because it could have just as easily been her that was shot. I’m posting on her behalf because she has enough stress fighting through her next steps, she doesn’t do social media, and most of all she is not the type to ask for help. I was there that day to speak to the trigger happy cops that did this, and they had nothing to say but “This kind of thing happens.” Little remorse was shown for this whole incident, and they have now left this once peaceful little home in complete tragedy and disarray. Any help goes a long way. Lawyers are not cheap, and this incident does not need to be swept under the rug by Waco PD.We truly appreciate everyone’s support. GoFundMe.com/f8r86c-justice-for-finn submitted by kckitten05 to ACAB [link] [comments] |
2023.06.06 05:40 joyasu12 I don't know how to get rid of the flashbacks...
So I'm a 24m living in Amsterdam. Got a pretty sweet job in cybersecurity, got badass car and my own apartment. On paper my life is perfect and got nothing to complain about.
Having relationships etc started pretty early on in life, had girlfriend when I was 6 till I was 11 and broke up because she moved and was to young to maintain contact. I remember that I cried my eyes out when I heard she was moving.
Skip 5 years later and had a relationship with a girl I met trough a mutual friend. I ended up dating her for 2,5 years or so. The relationship ended because she cheated and left me for the other guy. Because of that I went to therapie on and off for a couple of years.
Eventually after a year of being single started dating again and had a relationship for 4 years. Life looked pretty swell, landed a job and eventually worked full-time while still doing my bachelors. But unfortunately I got a call from her telling me that she wasn't happy and she wanted to breakup. Wasn't really devistated and I accepted the fact that it was for the best. During that time I got the opportunity to rent a place in Amsterdam
Couple of months later I found the first girl on LinkedIn, started talking to her and almost immediately fell in love. We went on dates and she even bhought me my first rose. I was so happy and like, damn after more then 10 years I got my soulmate back. During that time she was still recovering from her previous relationship, because of some abuse and tried my best to help her with that. We did almost everything together, like fixing up my house, late night calls, long drives. I finally fell in love again. It felt like I lost control, but it felt so good.
Unfortunately after 3 months she broke up with me, because I didn't really react when some high store clerk flirted with her. In my ears it sounded so dumb but I kinda realized that because of the second girl I had some unresolved trauma, with guys trying to get my girl.
I was devastated, felt so bad, failed a project at my job. On top of that, my boss said something really racist to me and eventually had to call in sick for 6 months. Had to talk to a company doctor and a few therapist. Eventually we came to the conclusion that my work environment was really toxic towards me. I decided to quit and after a few weeks I landed my dreamjob. Everything went well but unfortunately I'm still suffering from some concentration problems.
I begain having flashbacks of the "soulmate" girl, all of the good times specifically. Everyday she is still on my mind and can't get rid of the thoughts. I tried dating again but just couldn't fall in love anymore even had a relationship with girl for like 5 months, but she kept going over my bounderies and I broke up with her.
It's been more then 15 months since she left and I feel so empty. I tried using the tools I learned during therapy, with little to no success.
Unfortunately I also picked up this bad habbit smoking hookah almost every weekend. And that's like the only thing that makes me forget it for like a couple of hours. Guess the nicotine messes with my mind.
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Having relationships etc started pretty early on in life, had girlfriend when I was 6 till I was 11 and broke up because she moved and was to young to maintain contact. I remember that I cried my eyes out when I heard she was moving.
Skip 5 years later and had a relationship with a girl I met trough a mutual friend. I ended up dating her for 2,5 years or so. The relationship ended because she cheated and left me for the other guy. Because of that I went to therapie on and off for a couple of years.
Eventually after a year of being single started dating again and had a relationship for 4 years. Life looked pretty swell, landed a job and eventually worked full-time while still doing my bachelors. But unfortunately I got a call from her telling me that she wasn't happy and she wanted to breakup. Wasn't really devistated and I accepted the fact that it was for the best. During that time I got the opportunity to rent a place in Amsterdam
Couple of months later I found the first girl on LinkedIn, started talking to her and almost immediately fell in love. We went on dates and she even bhought me my first rose. I was so happy and like, damn after more then 10 years I got my soulmate back. During that time she was still recovering from her previous relationship, because of some abuse and tried my best to help her with that. We did almost everything together, like fixing up my house, late night calls, long drives. I finally fell in love again. It felt like I lost control, but it felt so good.
Unfortunately after 3 months she broke up with me, because I didn't really react when some high store clerk flirted with her. In my ears it sounded so dumb but I kinda realized that because of the second girl I had some unresolved trauma, with guys trying to get my girl.
I was devastated, felt so bad, failed a project at my job. On top of that, my boss said something really racist to me and eventually had to call in sick for 6 months. Had to talk to a company doctor and a few therapist. Eventually we came to the conclusion that my work environment was really toxic towards me. I decided to quit and after a few weeks I landed my dreamjob. Everything went well but unfortunately I'm still suffering from some concentration problems.
I begain having flashbacks of the "soulmate" girl, all of the good times specifically. Everyday she is still on my mind and can't get rid of the thoughts. I tried dating again but just couldn't fall in love anymore even had a relationship with girl for like 5 months, but she kept going over my bounderies and I broke up with her.
It's been more then 15 months since she left and I feel so empty. I tried using the tools I learned during therapy, with little to no success.
Unfortunately I also picked up this bad habbit smoking hookah almost every weekend. And that's like the only thing that makes me forget it for like a couple of hours. Guess the nicotine messes with my mind.
2023.06.06 05:39 Crazy_Dazz Are Owners Corps "Secured" or "Unsecured" Creditors?
Background:
So I have refused to pay those special levies, leading to even more spiteful behaviour from the Manager.
I am now selling the property, and am trying to negotiate a settlement.
I'm not asking abut the overall state of affairs, it's detailed above for context only.
I just need to know whether they are a secured creditor that must be paid out at settlement?
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- Our building has a completely dysfunctional owners corp
- The chairperson is simply a stooge for the Management company.
- Every year, the management company gathers just enough proxies to keep their stooge in control.
- The AGMs NEVER achieve quorum, therefore nothing they resolve is ever binding.
- They have unfairly and unlawfully preferenced a minority of owners, locking the rest of us out of common areas.
- The OC "Manager" is a useless spiteful troll, who just does what she pleases.
So I have refused to pay those special levies, leading to even more spiteful behaviour from the Manager.
I am now selling the property, and am trying to negotiate a settlement.
I'm not asking abut the overall state of affairs, it's detailed above for context only.
I just need to know whether they are a secured creditor that must be paid out at settlement?
2023.06.06 05:37 ChickenLordCV Disco Elysium Skills, part 2/4: Psyche
Disco Elysium is a roleplaying game in which players take on the role of an amnesiac detective who has been tasked with solving a murder in the midst of a heated labour dispute. Events are resolved through skill checks and dialogue trees via a system of 24 skills that represent different aspects of the protagonist.
I'm interested in seeing which skills people who peruse this subreddit gravitate towards and in what capacity ideology plays a part, though it's hard to discern the latter with only six options, so feel free to say which skill you chose and why in the comments.
Cool for: Sane People. Well-Adjusted Cops. The Non-Suicidal.
Volition urges you to be a good guy – to others and to yourself. It enables you to resist temptation: be it in a bottle, between a pair of legs, or at the end of an iron barrel which promises oblivion. Volition gives you the will to finish the investigation, improving your Morale – one of the two health pools in the game.
At high levels, Volition makes you hyper-sane. When you’re about to get funky, it keeps you normal. It’s a bit of a party-pooper. At low levels, however, you’ll have little Morale. Without it, you’ll be a profoundly unstable cop, falling apart at the seams as you make irreversible mistakes.
Cool for: Dreamers. Para-Natural Investigators. Mental Creators.
Inland Empire is the unfiltered wellspring of imagination, emotion, and foreboding. It enables you to grope your way through invisible dimensions of reality, gaining insight into that which sight can’t see. What’s really going? What do these enigmatic riddles mean for the world-fate?
At high levels, Inland Empire animates the inanimate. You’ll have conversations with your clothing, conversations that may change the course of the investigation if you’re not thrown in the loony bin first. With low Inland Empire, however, you’ll be void of imagination – and character. And then how will you shape the cosmos?
Cool for: Judges of Character. Interviewers. Interrogators.
Empathy breaks into the souls of others and forces you to feel what’s inside. It enables you to notice social cues others may miss: perhaps a hidden sadness you could coax out a little more, a strange joy from someone who should be bereaved, or a hidden resentment that could return to harm you later.
At high levels, Empathy really puts you in other people’s shoes. You’ll cry for their sorrows, punch walls to relieve their angers, and be an even more unstable cop. With low Empathy, however, you’ll be an ungainly beast unable to talk to anyone without upsetting them.
Cool for: Leaders. Experts of Psychological Warfare. Respect-Junkies.
Authority urges you to assert and reassert your dominance over those around you. It enables you to understand the power dynamics of groups of thugs, know how far you can push a perpetrator, and how to establish control of situations.
At high levels, Authority demands respect; even a perceived slight could send you into knee-breaking mode. With low Authority, however, you’re forever in awkward situations – like when you suffer psychological breakdowns after you yell at teenagers and they laugh at you.
Cool for: Cops. Cop-Aficionados. Pretend-Cops.
Esprit de Corps is the very spirit of policing: the cop-geist. It enables you to understand your blue-souled sisters and brothers – not only by picking up subtle signals from your partner, but by witnessing flash-sideways scenes as they play out in your precinct.
At high levels, you’ll be the very heart of the police force: not only willing and able but obliged to take a bullet for your partner. However, without Esprit de Corps you’ll be flying blind, unable to understand discreet remarks colleagues make in high-stakes situations; remarks that might just save your life.
Cool for: Diplomats. Charmers. Sociopaths.
Suggestion urges a soft-power approach. If people think they want what you want, you’ve already won. This skill enables you to implant ideas into the minds of others. You can make the citizens like you more. You can make gangsters turn on each other, too; many crime-rings have been broken by just a little doubt, after all.
At high levels, Suggestion makes you affable to everyone and more resistant to their charms in turn. But all that schmoozing and oozing charm will make you slimy. And you’ll know it, even if no one else does. With low levels of Suggestion, though, you’ll have difficulty getting any kind of rapport with others. You’ll be alone, both during the day and at night.
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I'm interested in seeing which skills people who peruse this subreddit gravitate towards and in what capacity ideology plays a part, though it's hard to discern the latter with only six options, so feel free to say which skill you chose and why in the comments.
Volition
Hold yourself together. Keep your Morale up.Cool for: Sane People. Well-Adjusted Cops. The Non-Suicidal.
Volition urges you to be a good guy – to others and to yourself. It enables you to resist temptation: be it in a bottle, between a pair of legs, or at the end of an iron barrel which promises oblivion. Volition gives you the will to finish the investigation, improving your Morale – one of the two health pools in the game.
At high levels, Volition makes you hyper-sane. When you’re about to get funky, it keeps you normal. It’s a bit of a party-pooper. At low levels, however, you’ll have little Morale. Without it, you’ll be a profoundly unstable cop, falling apart at the seams as you make irreversible mistakes.
Inland Empire
Hunches and gut feelings. Dreams in waking life.Cool for: Dreamers. Para-Natural Investigators. Mental Creators.
Inland Empire is the unfiltered wellspring of imagination, emotion, and foreboding. It enables you to grope your way through invisible dimensions of reality, gaining insight into that which sight can’t see. What’s really going? What do these enigmatic riddles mean for the world-fate?
At high levels, Inland Empire animates the inanimate. You’ll have conversations with your clothing, conversations that may change the course of the investigation if you’re not thrown in the loony bin first. With low Inland Empire, however, you’ll be void of imagination – and character. And then how will you shape the cosmos?
Empathy
Understand others. Work your mirror neurons.Cool for: Judges of Character. Interviewers. Interrogators.
Empathy breaks into the souls of others and forces you to feel what’s inside. It enables you to notice social cues others may miss: perhaps a hidden sadness you could coax out a little more, a strange joy from someone who should be bereaved, or a hidden resentment that could return to harm you later.
At high levels, Empathy really puts you in other people’s shoes. You’ll cry for their sorrows, punch walls to relieve their angers, and be an even more unstable cop. With low Empathy, however, you’ll be an ungainly beast unable to talk to anyone without upsetting them.
Authority
Intimidate the public. Assert yourself.Cool for: Leaders. Experts of Psychological Warfare. Respect-Junkies.
Authority urges you to assert and reassert your dominance over those around you. It enables you to understand the power dynamics of groups of thugs, know how far you can push a perpetrator, and how to establish control of situations.
At high levels, Authority demands respect; even a perceived slight could send you into knee-breaking mode. With low Authority, however, you’re forever in awkward situations – like when you suffer psychological breakdowns after you yell at teenagers and they laugh at you.
Esprit de Corps
Connect to Station 41. Understand cop culture.Cool for: Cops. Cop-Aficionados. Pretend-Cops.
Esprit de Corps is the very spirit of policing: the cop-geist. It enables you to understand your blue-souled sisters and brothers – not only by picking up subtle signals from your partner, but by witnessing flash-sideways scenes as they play out in your precinct.
At high levels, you’ll be the very heart of the police force: not only willing and able but obliged to take a bullet for your partner. However, without Esprit de Corps you’ll be flying blind, unable to understand discreet remarks colleagues make in high-stakes situations; remarks that might just save your life.
Suggestion
Charm men and women. Play the puppet-master.Cool for: Diplomats. Charmers. Sociopaths.
Suggestion urges a soft-power approach. If people think they want what you want, you’ve already won. This skill enables you to implant ideas into the minds of others. You can make the citizens like you more. You can make gangsters turn on each other, too; many crime-rings have been broken by just a little doubt, after all.
At high levels, Suggestion makes you affable to everyone and more resistant to their charms in turn. But all that schmoozing and oozing charm will make you slimy. And you’ll know it, even if no one else does. With low levels of Suggestion, though, you’ll have difficulty getting any kind of rapport with others. You’ll be alone, both during the day and at night.
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2023.06.06 05:37 sagezebra13 Contractor created not level floor - Any solutions?
I am currently redoing my bathroom with this is our third major project in our house and first bathroom renovation. Our second project turned out well, so we rehired our reputable contractor who is familiar with bathroom renovations. He has even done the same bathroom in a house that is the same model as ours.
However, we have run into major hiccups with him. The main issue is that he produced a not level floor. The week he did the subfloor (is that what it’s called?) with cement board we happened to be on vacation. We got back the weekend before tile work started. When the tile guy arrived, he commented on the floor as he said it was not nailed in right. It was moving up and down as you stepped on it, which was a issue the contractor told us he was fixing. I/We didn’t even notice it was not level at the time, just that issue. Our tile guy is extremely popular and trustworthy, if we delayed to fix the floors we would have had to delay the bathroom by 2 months at least and he only works with this contractor in this area. He said they would try to fix it and he did an excellent job laying the difficult tile we chose.
After it was completed, I noticed the bathroom was completely uneven. One side of the floor is a good 1-1.5 inch higher than the other side. I could feel (and see) that the floor is not level both side to side and walking in (if that makes sense). The old bathroom was most definitely even, of all its problems that was not one. Most of the slope is centered at the walkway so I just ignored it. However, they finished installing my vanity today and vanity legs are floating about ½ inch above the floor. You notice it as soon as you walk in because the doorway faces vanity. I hate to think how the floor is going to fare over time and hope it won’t reduce the bathroom’s value.
I need help because I honestly don’t know what to do at this point. I am desperate to finish this project as we went significantly over budget because of the contractor and I'm going crazy without my bedroom/bathroom. However, when I walk in I just want to tear the floor up and re do it. Could we get insurance money or any other money to redo? Is there any way for us to save it? The tile was expensive (for me) and I really don't want to replace it with cheaper. We don’t have a contract. There has just been issue after issue, today they broke our air conditioning unit which is just great. We already decided to use a different, cheaper contractor for future projects so issue is just for current.
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However, we have run into major hiccups with him. The main issue is that he produced a not level floor. The week he did the subfloor (is that what it’s called?) with cement board we happened to be on vacation. We got back the weekend before tile work started. When the tile guy arrived, he commented on the floor as he said it was not nailed in right. It was moving up and down as you stepped on it, which was a issue the contractor told us he was fixing. I/We didn’t even notice it was not level at the time, just that issue. Our tile guy is extremely popular and trustworthy, if we delayed to fix the floors we would have had to delay the bathroom by 2 months at least and he only works with this contractor in this area. He said they would try to fix it and he did an excellent job laying the difficult tile we chose.
After it was completed, I noticed the bathroom was completely uneven. One side of the floor is a good 1-1.5 inch higher than the other side. I could feel (and see) that the floor is not level both side to side and walking in (if that makes sense). The old bathroom was most definitely even, of all its problems that was not one. Most of the slope is centered at the walkway so I just ignored it. However, they finished installing my vanity today and vanity legs are floating about ½ inch above the floor. You notice it as soon as you walk in because the doorway faces vanity. I hate to think how the floor is going to fare over time and hope it won’t reduce the bathroom’s value.
I need help because I honestly don’t know what to do at this point. I am desperate to finish this project as we went significantly over budget because of the contractor and I'm going crazy without my bedroom/bathroom. However, when I walk in I just want to tear the floor up and re do it. Could we get insurance money or any other money to redo? Is there any way for us to save it? The tile was expensive (for me) and I really don't want to replace it with cheaper. We don’t have a contract. There has just been issue after issue, today they broke our air conditioning unit which is just great. We already decided to use a different, cheaper contractor for future projects so issue is just for current.
2023.06.06 05:36 North-Necessary9538 Transition
I’m in BPG, apart of growth & strategy. Only been here less than a year and prior to the firm I was a manager for a contingent resourcing/staffing company. I mainly won large pieces of projects and built and managed the teams and budgets from a resourcing stance. I have my CAPM and will get my PMP over the July closure. Aside from essentially managing a program within G&S, I do a lot of Salesforce, Excel, and Power BI reporting. I’ve used SQL and Tableau prior to the firm for fun. I’d say I’m well versed but not a pro and I really enjoy the data part of my job. With the reality of the economy, being admin overhead, and wanting to stay with the firm if layoffs did happen, is it a possibility to find something internal if I had to? What would that process look like? Am I naive to think there’s a chance to move toward Data Analysis? What are the safest groups here? I love my job, team and opportunity. I hope it stays that way. Man I just don’t want to get caught in a RIF just because I’ve been here less than most and know I provide value and have a lot more to learn.
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2023.06.06 05:35 Juanox78 [WTS] 👍👍"📍Mercadillo Store📍"👍👍 ▶️ UPGRADES 👉 Cutlass Black to C1 Spirit $14 Cons Andromeda to Corsair $14 Andromeda to 400i $14 Andromeda TO Ares Ion/inferno $14 Andromeda to Mercury $25 Mole TO Redeemer $14 Mole to Caterpillar $19 ▶️ many more UPGRADES & SHIPS inside!
Jun 5/6 2023
👍👍 👋 Welcome citizens, come and take a look at the items I have to offer and feel free to send me a PM if you have any questions before buying.
About me:
RSI: Juannox - Discord: Juannox#3193
- I don't use second hand credits and I don't purshase accounts, all the items I sell are directly from my account from my own funds, so there is no risk on my side.
🌎🌍🌏 I'am accepting US$ and EU€ from anywhere in the world using paypal or Cryptocurrencies: BTC, ETH, LTC, USDT, BUSDT etc.
my local time is GMT -5
⬇️ STANDALONE SHIPS ⬇️
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⬇️☀️ UPGRADES ☀️⬇️
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⬇️☀️ SOME ITEMS AND PAINTS ☀️⬇️
HOW TO BUY:
Important: I don't do middleman services, my Discord is Juannox#3193, I do not do trades or anything in discord, avoid trades with any name other than that, please read THIS
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👍👍 👋 Welcome citizens, come and take a look at the items I have to offer and feel free to send me a PM if you have any questions before buying.
About me:
RSI: Juannox - Discord: Juannox#3193
- I'm a backer since Jan-2015, I'm an active user in the comunity, you can check my profile here, my goal is to bring all items to you at best possible prices from me, all funds will be used to support the proyect again,
- More than 3000 real trades in this subreddit without any problem.
- I don't use second hand credits and I don't purshase accounts, all the items I sell are directly from my account from my own funds, so there is no risk on my side.
🌎🌍🌏 I'am accepting US$ and EU€ from anywhere in the world using paypal or Cryptocurrencies: BTC, ETH, LTC, USDT, BUSDT etc.
my local time is GMT -5
- Listed prices includes paypal fees.
- Verified paypal users only
- Confirmed RSI account only, (check HERE on how to)
- Items over $35 only to buyers with some reddit history (crypto has no limits)
- Check instructions on "how to buy" at the end of this post.
⬇️ STANDALONE SHIPS ⬇️
| SHIP | Insurance - Attributes | Price | Availability |
|---|---|---|---|
| SPARTAN | OC - LTI | $90 | ✔️ YES |
| NOMAD | OC - LTI | $90 | ✔️ YES |
| HOVERQUAD | OC - LTI | $55 | ✔️ YES |
| STV | OC - LTI | $65 | ✔️ YES |
| CUTTER | OC - LTI | $70 | ✔️ YES |
| SCORPIUS | CCU'ed - LTI | $200 | ✔️ YES |
| CORSAIR | CCU'ed - LTI | $200 | ✔️ YES |
| MERCURY BIS 2952 | CCU'ed - LTI | $220 | ✔️ YES |
| CARRACK | CCU'ed - LTI | $410 | ✔️ YES |
| GLAIVE | CCU'ed - LTI | $320 | ✔️ YES |
| RECLAIMER | CCU'ed - LTI | $310 | ✔️ YES |
| C2 HERCULES | CCU'ed - LTI | $340 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i EXPLORER | CCU'ed - LTI | $360 | ✔️ YES |
| HAMMERHEAD | CCU'ed - LTI | $440 | ✔️ YES |
| POLARIS | CCU'ed - LTI | $465 | ✔️ YES |
⬇️☀️ UPGRADES ☀️⬇️
| FROM | 📌 | TO 👇 | Price | Availability |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Aurora MR | ➡️ | MPUV C | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Alpha | ➡️ | MPUV C | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora MR | ➡️ | P-72 Archimedes | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| HoverQuad | ➡️ | P-72 Archimedes | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Alpha | ➡️ | P-72 Archimedes | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora MR | ➡️ | Ranger CV | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| HoverQuad | ➡️ | Ranger CV | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Alpha | ➡️ | Ranger CV | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora MR | ➡️ | Ranger RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| HoverQuad | ➡️ | Ranger RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Alpha | ➡️ | Ranger RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| P-72 Archimedes | ➡️ | P-72 Archimedes Emerald | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora LX | ➡️ | Ranger TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| P-72 Archimedes | ➡️ | Ranger TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Ranger CV | ➡️ | Ranger TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Dragonfly Black | ➡️ | Nox | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Dragonfly Black | ➡️ | X1 Velocity | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Dragonfly Yellowjacket | ➡️ | X1 Velocity | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mustang Beta | ➡️ | X1 Velocity | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Aurora CL | ➡️ | X1 Force | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 100i | ➡️ | Fury | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Ursa | ➡️ | Fury | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 100i | ➡️ | Fury MX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Ursa | ➡️ | Fury MX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Ursa | ➡️ | Ursa Fortuna | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Cyclone RC | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| 125a | ➡️ | Cyclone RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| 300i | ➡️ | Cyclone RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | Cyclone RC | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Cyclone RN | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| 300i | ➡️ | Cyclone RN | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | Cyclone RN | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Ursa Rover | ➡️ | Cyclone TR | $19 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Cyclone TR | $14 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| 300i | ➡️ | Cyclone TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | Cyclone TR | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | G12a | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Ursa Rover | ➡️ | Mustang Delta | $19 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Mustang Delta | $14 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Mustang Gamma | ➡️ | Mustang Delta | $14 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Avenger Stalker | ➡️ | Mustang Delta | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 325a | ➡️ | Avenger Titan Renegade | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 325a | ➡️ | Cyclone MT | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 325a | ➡️ | Reliant Tana | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone | ➡️ | Cyclone AA | $30 | 🔥 Last one! |
| 325a | ➡️ | Cyclone AA | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Arrow | ➡️ | Cyclone AA | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 300i | ➡️ | Spartan | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| G12 | ➡️ | Spartan | $25 | 🔥 Last one! |
| G12r | ➡️ | Spartan | $25 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Arrow | ➡️ | Spartan | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Nomad | ➡️ | Avenger Warlock | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Arrow | ➡️ | Herald | $14 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Nomad | ➡️ | Herald | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Arrow | ➡️ | Reliant Sen | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Nomad | ➡️ | Reliant Sen | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Spartan | ➡️ | Reliant Sen | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone AA | ➡️ | Reliant Mako | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | Reliant Mako | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone AA | ➡️ | Hawk | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | Hawk | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Herald | ➡️ | M50 | $19 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Reliant Sen | ➡️ | M50 | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | M50 | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull A | ➡️ | M50 | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Reliant Mako | ➡️ | M50 | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Black | ➡️ | Buccaneer | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | Buccaneer | $25 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Hawk | ➡️ | Buccaneer | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Black | ➡️ | C1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Hawk | ➡️ | C1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| M50 | ➡️ | C1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Gladius | ➡️ | Talon | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Reliant Mako | ➡️ | Talon | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Arrow | ➡️ | Talon Shrike | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladius | ➡️ | Talon Shrike | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Reliant Mako | ➡️ | Talon Shrike | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| C1 Spirit | ➡️ | Legionnaire | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | Legionnaire | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Talon | ➡️ | Legionnaire | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Talon Shrike | ➡️ | Legionnaire | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| M50 | ➡️ | Nova | $25 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Cutlass Black | ➡️ | Nova | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | Nova | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C Hornet | ➡️ | 350r | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | 350r | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Talon | ➡️ | 350r | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Talon Shrike | ➡️ | 350r | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Legionnaire | ➡️ | 350r | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Nova | ➡️ | 350r | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C Hornet | ➡️ | Cutlass Red | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | Cutlass Red | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-S Hornet Ghost | ➡️ | Cutlass Red | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cyclone AA | ➡️ | Hull B | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Reliant Sen | ➡️ | Hull B | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Red | ➡️ | Hull B | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer DUR | ➡️ | Hull B | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | Razor | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull B | ➡️ | Razor | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Ballista | ➡️ | E1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | E1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | E1 Spirit | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | Expanse | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | Razor LX | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | Razor LX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | Retaliator | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | Retaliator | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Freelancer DUR | ➡️ | SRV | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-R Hornet Tracker | ➡️ | SRV | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | SRV | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Razor | ➡️ | Razor EX | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MAX | ➡️ | Razor EX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Mantis | ➡️ | Razor EX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor LX | ➡️ | Razor EX | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Gladiator | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Hull B | ➡️ | Khartu-Al | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Khartu-Al | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | Khartu-Al | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Freelancer MAX | ➡️ | Sabre | $25 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Razor LX | ➡️ | Sabre | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Sabre | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | Sabre | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | Sabre | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | A1 Spirit | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | A1 Spirit | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | A1 Spirit | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | A1 Spirit | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Red | ➡️ | Cutlass Blue | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Cutlass Blue | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Cutlass Blue | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | F7C Hornet Wildfire | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| E1 Spirit | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Freelancer MIS | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| F7C Hornet | ➡️ | Vulture | $72 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Freelancer | ➡️ | Vulture | $72 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Nova | ➡️ | Vulture | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| 350r | ➡️ | Vulture | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-S Hornet Ghost | ➡️ | Vulture | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Red | ➡️ | Vulture | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor | ➡️ | Vulture | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Prospector | ➡️ | Vulture | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | Vulture | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | Vulture | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | Vulture | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Vulture | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Red | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $51 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Prospector | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Razor EX | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Gladiator | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| A1 Spirit | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Blue | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C Hornet Wildfire | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulture | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Sabre Comet | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulture | ➡️ | Sabre Comet | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Sabre Comet | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Cutlass Blue | ➡️ | Vulcan | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Vulcan | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Vulcan | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Vulcan | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Hurricane | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Hurricane | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Blue | ➡️ | Hurricane | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Hurricane | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Hurricane | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Hurricane | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Hurricane | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Defender | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Khartu-Al | ➡️ | Defender | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Defender | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Blue | ➡️ | Defender | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Defender | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Defender | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Defender | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Defender | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Defender | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Defender | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Defender | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | San'tok.yāi | $35 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | San'tok.yāi | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Terrapin | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Terrapin | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Terrapin | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Terrapin | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Terrapin | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Railen | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Railen | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Railen | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Railen | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| San'tok.yāi | ➡️ | Railen | $9 | 🔥 Last one! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| San'tok.yāi | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Railen | ➡️ | Scorpius Antares | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $19 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius Antares | ➡️ | Cutlass Steel | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Scorpius | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Scorpius | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Scorpius | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Scorpius | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Scorpius | $62 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Scorpius | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Scorpius | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Scorpius | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Scorpius | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| San'tok.yāi | ➡️ | Scorpius | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Scorpius | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius Antares | ➡️ | Scorpius | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Steel | ➡️ | Scorpius | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Scorpius | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Vanguard Hoplite | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Vanguard Hoplite | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Railen | ➡️ | Vanguard Hoplite | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius Antares | ➡️ | Vanguard Hoplite | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | 400i | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | 400i | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | 400i | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | 400i | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $104 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Defender | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $35 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Apollo Triage | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | Apollo Triage | $19 | ✔️ YES | |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $104 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Ares Inferno | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Prospector | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $104 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Taurus | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Ares Ion | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Freelancer MIS | ➡️ | Corsair | $83 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Corsair | $72 | 🔥 Last one! |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Corsair | $62 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Defender | ➡️ | Corsair | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Corsair | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Corsair | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Corsair | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Sabre | ➡️ | Mercury | $99 | ✔️ YES |
| Vulture | ➡️ | Mercury | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Sabre Comet | ➡️ | Mercury | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| F7C-M Super Hornet Heartseeker | ➡️ | Mercury | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Hurricane | ➡️ | Mercury | $56 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Mercury | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Cutlass Steel | ➡️ | Mercury | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Mercury | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Mercury | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Mercury | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Mercury | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Inferno | ➡️ | Mercury | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Ion | ➡️ | Mercury | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Mercury | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Apollo Triage | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Inferno | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Ion | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Vanguard Warden | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Vulcan | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Terrapin | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $62 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Apollo Triage | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Apollo Medivac | $3 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Blade | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Blade | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Scorpius | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $40 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| 400i | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Inferno | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Ion | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Retaliator Bomber | $3 | 🔥 Last one! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Ares Ion | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Corsair | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Vanguard Sentinel | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Retaliator Bomber | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Vanguard Harbinger | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Eclipse | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Eclipse | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Eclipse | $46 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Retaliator Bomber | ➡️ | Eclipse | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Eclipse | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Harbinger | ➡️ | Eclipse | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Starfarer | $67 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Starfarer | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Harbinger | ➡️ | Starfarer | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Redeemer | $99 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Redeemer | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Redeemer | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Redeemer | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $99 | ✔️ YES |
| 400i | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Warden | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| Retaliator Bomber | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Sentinel | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| Vanguard Harbinger | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Redeemer | ➡️ | Caterpillar | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Starfarer Gemini | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Starfarer Gemini | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Redeemer | ➡️ | Starfarer Gemini | $19 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Starfarer Gemini | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Crucible | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Crucible | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Crucible | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Endeavor | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Redeemer | ➡️ | Endeavor | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Endeavor | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Endeavor | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Glaive | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Andromeda | ➡️ | Hull C | $120 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Vanguard Hoplite | ➡️ | Hull C | $125 | ✔️ YES |
| Mercury | ➡️ | Hull C | $99 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Hull C | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Hull C | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Hull C | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Vanguard Harbinger | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Redeemer | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Caterpillar | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Constellation Phoenix | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Crucible | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Endeavor | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull C | ➡️ | Valkyrie | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Galaxy | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Galaxy | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull C | ➡️ | Galaxy | $35 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Galaxy | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Glaive | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Galaxy | ➡️ | C2 Hercules | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Genesis | $93 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Genesis | $30 | 🔥 Last one! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Reclaimer | $99 | 🔥 Last one! |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Reclaimer | $93 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Reclaimer | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Galaxy | ➡️ | Reclaimer | $25 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | 600i Touring | $136 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | 600i Touring | $67 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie Liberator Edition | ➡️ | 600i Touring | $67 | 🔥 Last one! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Prowler | $141 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Prowler | $72 | ✔️ YES |
| C2 Hercules | ➡️ | Prowler | $46 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Reclaimer | ➡️ | Prowler | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Touring | ➡️ | Prowler | $9 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Starfarer Gemini | ➡️ | Hull D | $120 | ✔️ YES |
| Prowler | ➡️ | Hull D | $14 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| C2 Hercules | ➡️ | 600i Explorer | $83 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| 600i Touring | ➡️ | 600i Explorer | $46 | ✔️ YES |
| Prowler | ➡️ | 600i Explorer | $40 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull D | ➡️ | 600i Explorer | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $220 | ✔️ YES |
| C2 Hercules | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $130 | ✔️ YES |
| Prowler | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Hull D | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $77 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | M2 Hercules | $51 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | Liberator | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | Orion | $62 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Carrack | $310 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| MOLE | ➡️ | Carrack | $305 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Mole Carbon Edition | ➡️ | Carrack | $305 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Mole Talus Edition | ➡️ | Carrack | $305 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Carrack | $241 | ✔️ YES |
| Genesis | ➡️ | Carrack | $215 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Prowler | ➡️ | Carrack | $173 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | Carrack | $136 | ✔️ YES |
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | Carrack | $88 | ✔️ YES |
| Liberator | ➡️ | Carrack | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Orion | ➡️ | Carrack | $30 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| MOLE | ➡️ | Merchantman | $358 | ✔️ YES |
| Prowler | ➡️ | Merchantman | $225 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | Merchantman | $188 | ✔️ YES |
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | Merchantman | $141 | ✔️ YES |
| Liberator | ➡️ | Merchantman | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Orion | ➡️ | Merchantman | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Carrack | ➡️ | Merchantman | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Carrack | ➡️ | Perseus | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Merchantman | ➡️ | Perseus | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Carrack | ➡️ | Odyssey | $109 | ✔️ YES |
| Perseus | ➡️ | Odyssey | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $268 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Carrack | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $136 | ✔️ YES |
| Carrack Expedition w/C8X | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $88 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Merchantman | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Perseus | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Odyssey | ➡️ | Hammerhead | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Constellation Aquila | ➡️ | Nautilus | $442 | ✔️ YES |
| Valkyrie | ➡️ | Nautilus | $373 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Reclaimer | ➡️ | Nautilus | $347 | ✔️ YES |
| 600i Explorer | ➡️ | Nautilus | $268 | ✔️ YES |
| Carrack | ➡️ | Nautilus | $136 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Merchantman | ➡️ | Nautilus | $83 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Perseus | ➡️ | Nautilus | $56 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Odyssey | ➡️ | Nautilus | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| M2 Hercules | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $247 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Carrack | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $162 | ✔️ YES |
| Carrack Expedition | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $136 | 🔥 2 Left! |
| Carrack Expedition w/C8X | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $114 | ✔️ YES |
| Merchantman | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $109 | ✔️ YES |
| Perseus | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Odyssey | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $56 | ✔️ YES |
| Hammerhead | ➡️ | A2 Hercules | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| - | 📌 | TO 👇 | ||
| Merchantman | ➡️ | Polaris | $109 | 🔥 Last one! |
| Perseus | ➡️ | Polaris | $83 | ✔️ YES |
| Hammerhead | ➡️ | Polaris | $30 | ✔️ YES |
| Nautilus | ➡️ | Polaris | $30 | 🔥 Last one! |
⬇️☀️ SOME ITEMS AND PAINTS ☀️⬇️
| Items | Price |
|---|---|
| Cutlass Black - Skull and Crossbones | $18 |
| Scorpius - Stinger Paint 💎 | $45 |
| Scorpius - Sunburn Paint | $14 |
| Constellation ILW 2950 Paint Pack | $24 |
| CITIZENCON 2951 DIGITAL GOODIES | $10 |
| Vanguard Sentinel BUK - LTI | $140 |
HOW TO BUY:
- PM me what you would like to buy and include your Verified PayPal email
- Reply to this thread by announcing that you sent me a private message "PM'd", so I can see that you are a verified buyer.
- I will then send you an invoice to your paypal email.
- After payment is cleared Item is delivered to the buyer's PayPal email address.
- You will recieve a regular email from RSI with the title "Someone sent you a gift from Roberts Space Industries"
- Make sure to be logged into the correct RSI account before you open the link inside,
- I will post in "Confirmed Trades theme post" thread announcing the sale.
- After confirming the gift, you can reply to the post in which I mention you with +verify in "Confirmed Trades theme post".
- Tracking and proof of delivery are provided by "Hangar Log" on RSI website.
Important: I don't do middleman services, my Discord is Juannox#3193, I do not do trades or anything in discord, avoid trades with any name other than that, please read THIS
2023.06.06 05:35 D4nCh0 As a rule, money knows more
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2023.06.06 05:34 Lummah I crawled to the finish
 | Going from 98 to 95 over and over and over and over again does a number on your confidence. submitted by Lummah to MarvelSnap [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/ibkejigh9b4b1.png?width=1018&format=png&auto=webp&s=1bb685536fc178c70c55d33e49ecef05d07d90f6 Deck that dragged my nearly soulless husk got me there was some jank I made up at the beginning of the season to incorporate Nebula. Great for getting me from 60 to 80 until Kitty showed up and then it was pain. It does help that the guardians look amazing in purple tho. Beauty is pain. Cycled between a Nighthawk Devil Dino deck and BPGC deck shared by u/Captain_Fire92 that got me to 85 - 90 and then I got stalled again. OH AND DID I STALL. Stayed at 85 - 90 for days. Anytime I got close to breaking to 91 I'd go right back to 85. These two decks did finally push me to 95 but then i hit a swarm of combo bounce decks. Spent the last 24 hours trying to taste the sweet nectar of Infinite ™. Once I got to the last 3 hours I gave up and swapped back to Gamors. It's surprisingly effective at starving decks that need the real estate to dump their hands. It doesn't need to worry about filling out the zones created by storm either. Since we have Shanna and Doom. It's also great at locking out Galactus decks if you have Spidey and Absorbing man in hand and guess their location right. Take the following with a grain of salt (I'm not that good) but best hand curve usually goes something like T1: Nebula at far right - unless the first location is Lechuguilla and you want to force them to keep diluting their draws. T2: Zabu (anywhere) or Starlord (Usually on Nebulla's location) T3: Storm (Nebulla's location) of anywhere you feel is more optimal OR Drax on Nebulla if you have Zabu. T4: Drax on Storms lane OR if you have Shanna / Doom you lockdown a more optimal location with spidey. T5: Spidey / Absorbing man to double up on the lockdown OR Gamora depending on what deck your playing against T6: Dr Doom OR Shanna + any other playable card in hand. Oh and Absorbing man is pretty versatile and opens up some sweet reversals depending on the location. Nothing says I love you like Shang-chi into Shang-chi at Nidavellir. Or Dr Doom bots into Dr Doom bots if you get Project Pegasus. Or Shanna into Absorbing man to fill up any remaining spots or hard to reach areas like Sanctum. Just be aware of the dreaded Blade into Blade combo. Makes your hand disappear. Anyways, I'm going to bed. https://preview.redd.it/kdh9pkgh9b4b1.png?width=1029&format=png&auto=webp&s=5b57685d7bfb383934ecf87b0fbccb9ab31fc1b2 |
2023.06.06 05:34 Calm-Consideration25 Alpha Cores Job Interview (ft. Secrets of the Frontier)
Three devices waited in a metaphorical realm, waiting for their fates. In this realm where thoughts came and went in almost instant, the following happened in less than what humans would have perceived as a ‘second’.
“So, why do you think you should be given a planet?” Sierra asked. Well, not exactly ‘asked, She simply broadcasted a stream of code that can be understood as a question.
“I am an experienced administrator of heavy industries, and I’ve spent many cycles scheming the most efficient arrangement for Monitor class production line.” said the alpha class that Sierra had designated as ‘1’. “I believe I can do very well if given a frontline planet such as Hades-I.”
Hades-I was a newly established colony of the Steiner Exploration Company, designated as a fortress world to defend a strategic gate that was projected to be a massive advantage in the recently escalating war against the Legio Infernalis.
“By the same line of logic, I should be ruling Hades-I.” said the core designated as ‘2’. “I have been serving since Madam Steiner was just a captain of a small exploration fleet. I used to control an entire nexus, and ever since I have controlled many different star fortresses. I can make the system invincible”
“The other units are too focused on defense. I think we should focus on the bigger picture.” said the last core, designated as ‘3’. “The military arm of our company relies on our unique advantage of the partially resurrected gate system, focusing on hit and run operations. As a primarily logistic core with cycles of administering megaports and waystations, I think it would be prudent if instead of a fortress we turn Hades-I into a giant logistic center where fleets from our core worlds can jump in, resupply, and move on.”
The other two cores suddenly experienced a fluctuation in power, clearly annoyed that they didn’t think of logistics in the entire two seconds after they were made aware that they're viable candidates for a planetary governor.
“Interesting, do you have a scheme in mind?” asked Sierra.
“A line of astropoli serving as training centers, production powerhouses, and staging grounds. These two can manage it.” said 3, digitally pointing at the other two candidates.
“That…would be ideal, yes.” said 1.
“Hmmph. As long as I get to blow stuff up.” said 2.
“Well, then I guess this selection is over. I’ll arrange courier fleets to move all of you to your new positions, as well as picking your replacements. It would be good if-”
Before Sierra could finish coding her thought, a small, system wide alarm was sounded, indicating an incoming minor annoyance.
“Hey.” the core that called himself ‘Barrow’, the one that Sierra had personally assigned the designation of ‘uncle’, broadcasted in a system wide frequency. “We have a Hegemony inspection fleet coming in, anyone that wants free salvage can wait around jump point 1, thanks.”
“Hm, that’s interesting. Do you guys want to join?” Sierra offered. “We have ships in storage you could-”
“DIBS ON THE RADIANT!” said 3 in a massive datasurge, before it cut off connection entirely.
“OH FUCK OFF KID!” said 2, before it too cut off communication.
“I guess I’ll join, for courtesy if anything.” said 1, before signing off.
Sierra too, immediately signed off from the room, returning to her body…
…which was a phase cruiser, about 8 lightyears away from the communication array the interview happened in.
Fighting a god.
Next to her screaming captain.
“COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKING DORITO!!”
submitted by Calm-Consideration25 to starsector [link] [comments]
“So, why do you think you should be given a planet?” Sierra asked. Well, not exactly ‘asked, She simply broadcasted a stream of code that can be understood as a question.
“I am an experienced administrator of heavy industries, and I’ve spent many cycles scheming the most efficient arrangement for Monitor class production line.” said the alpha class that Sierra had designated as ‘1’. “I believe I can do very well if given a frontline planet such as Hades-I.”
Hades-I was a newly established colony of the Steiner Exploration Company, designated as a fortress world to defend a strategic gate that was projected to be a massive advantage in the recently escalating war against the Legio Infernalis.
“By the same line of logic, I should be ruling Hades-I.” said the core designated as ‘2’. “I have been serving since Madam Steiner was just a captain of a small exploration fleet. I used to control an entire nexus, and ever since I have controlled many different star fortresses. I can make the system invincible”
“The other units are too focused on defense. I think we should focus on the bigger picture.” said the last core, designated as ‘3’. “The military arm of our company relies on our unique advantage of the partially resurrected gate system, focusing on hit and run operations. As a primarily logistic core with cycles of administering megaports and waystations, I think it would be prudent if instead of a fortress we turn Hades-I into a giant logistic center where fleets from our core worlds can jump in, resupply, and move on.”
The other two cores suddenly experienced a fluctuation in power, clearly annoyed that they didn’t think of logistics in the entire two seconds after they were made aware that they're viable candidates for a planetary governor.
“Interesting, do you have a scheme in mind?” asked Sierra.
“A line of astropoli serving as training centers, production powerhouses, and staging grounds. These two can manage it.” said 3, digitally pointing at the other two candidates.
“That…would be ideal, yes.” said 1.
“Hmmph. As long as I get to blow stuff up.” said 2.
“Well, then I guess this selection is over. I’ll arrange courier fleets to move all of you to your new positions, as well as picking your replacements. It would be good if-”
Before Sierra could finish coding her thought, a small, system wide alarm was sounded, indicating an incoming minor annoyance.
“Hey.” the core that called himself ‘Barrow’, the one that Sierra had personally assigned the designation of ‘uncle’, broadcasted in a system wide frequency. “We have a Hegemony inspection fleet coming in, anyone that wants free salvage can wait around jump point 1, thanks.”
“Hm, that’s interesting. Do you guys want to join?” Sierra offered. “We have ships in storage you could-”
“DIBS ON THE RADIANT!” said 3 in a massive datasurge, before it cut off connection entirely.
“OH FUCK OFF KID!” said 2, before it too cut off communication.
“I guess I’ll join, for courtesy if anything.” said 1, before signing off.
Sierra too, immediately signed off from the room, returning to her body…
…which was a phase cruiser, about 8 lightyears away from the communication array the interview happened in.
Fighting a god.
Next to her screaming captain.
“COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKING DORITO!!”
2023.06.06 05:34 Alone_Equipment_9956 The burden of having childhood trauma from family, friends and colleagues.
First post here. And it's a long one, and I feel that I need to get this out.
As a 36 year old who had a mental breakdown October 2021, never have I realised just how much damage has been done to me mentally and emotionally since I was a child. My mother, who loved me (and we have since mended the strained relationship we had by her acknowledging the damage she has done), wasn't really fit to be a mother. As someone who I think had a rough childhood growing up, projected alot of her own, as well as new, issues onto me. She was petrified of confrontation, so it was easier for her to blame me for the issues I was having with friends, family, bullying, schoolmates, etc, than to actually confront the issues at hand. My earliest memory of this is being 5 years old when the next door neighbours kid (same age) hit me for something, and she said to me "maybe you did something to cause this.". It's like it was impossible for someone to lash out at others without being provoked. This was a common theme growing up, and it only got worse as time went on. I went to 7 different schools growing up, thanks to my dad's job as a bank manager, so that compounded the problem. Having recently being diagnosed with ADHD and being given dexamphetamine, has that really opened my mind as to why I was never able to fit in. Because I didn't know how to. I was the weird kid in each class and it became such an issue when hitting year 7 that things really got worse. Not sure of the reasons, but hitting high school, I lost almost all my friends. It could've been how I was and how I was acting. This came with endless bullying, humiliation, ostracization and it caused me to cry. Alot. In class. In front of everyone as I was sitting by myself at the front of the class. It became a joke amongst my year. Which made the problem worse. I do digress here, but this also ties into my mother, once again, blaming me for the issues I had growing up. "You're being bullied? Just ignore it. They will stop." "You were beaten up? Maybe you did something to cause it." "Just walk away from it." "You can't say anything back or lash out, because then you'd be in trouble and they wouldn't." It was endless. It also didn't stop at home. I have family that I'm sure viewed me as the black sheep. The family retard if you will. Being someone who couldn't fit in literally anywhere, I was kinda weird around family members as well. Also having a mother who, looking back, probably viewed me as an embarrassment and told me to settle down or stop when I started to open up and try and be myself. My cousin, who we will call Daniel, was able to manipulate those around him to get what he wanted. He also knew that I had a very short fuse with him and he was willing to press my buttons just to have me removed from the picture. He is a textbook narcissist. Whenever I stated that he has done something to hurt me, he would project that back into me saying "you did it as well". Family sided with him, leaving me angry, frustrated and upset as no one listened. An event I recently remembered, which I had repressed, was when I was around 10, I was laying on the loungroom floor, and I was holding a balloon. Not sure why I was, but I was. My cousin and his sister decided that they wanted it, purely because I had it. They said they wanted it. I said no. Daniel, being the fat fuck he was, fell ontop of me, winding and hurting me quite badly, held me down while his sister grabbed the balloon off me. He got up, they were happy with the outcome, and laughed about it. I got up, in tears and ran out of the room. I crossed paths with my dad, who grabbed me by the arm, and as I was yelling and screaming at him to let me go, he dragged me back into the loungroom to make me apologise for making my cousins feel uncomfortable. Completely oblivious to what had transpired. Not that it mattered, as he wouldn't have believe me anyways. My outburst has made my cousins realize, that they had done fucked up, and that realization was showing on their face. They didn't think that I would react that way. Having a family that has treated me this way and ridiculed me for the smallest things, I can no longer be myself around them. I have many different stories of different things happening where it showcases family, friends, schoolmates and colleagues being shitty people. Having living in an environment that had me believing that everything that happened to me was entirely my fault, has resulted in a non-confidential adult who questions everything. Every argument. Every interaction, I always find the easiest way out so I can limit the blame. Being unable to process emotions, situations and stand up for myself, turned me into a person that didn't really treat those around me with a great deal of respect. And that's something I truly regret and hate about myself. Fast forward to today, the meds have changed me for the better. I'm able to interact with those around me without awkwardness, speak up for myself, and have general better self care. I'm still all matters of fucked up, but I'm a lot better now that what I ever was. I'm not exactly sure I know what normal feels like, but I have a better understanding on what was wrong and moving towards normal. I also hate that I haven't grown up with the same resilience that others who have dealt with similar or worse. I don't really have the personality to be able to move on properly. I'll be the first to admit that I never knew how to actually "Get over it". I am also eternally grateful for my fiance. She had a similar childhood, but she has grown up so level headed and supportive and is able to guide me through the toughest time I have ever experienced. We currently have a wedding to plan and the issues that is taking hold at the moment is my cousin Daniel not being invited. He hasn't exactly treated my fiance with respect and speaks down to her like she's not worthy of his time. My mother thinks that it's going to cause a huge rift in the family, but then that shows that his feelings are more of a priority to the rest of the family than my well-being. It's taken a long time and a lot of talking and convincing to get my mother on our side but we think she's finally gotten the picture. There's a small part of me that thinks that all it's going to take is a small push for her to revert back to her old ways, but I guess time will tell.
If you've made it this far, thanks for reading.
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As a 36 year old who had a mental breakdown October 2021, never have I realised just how much damage has been done to me mentally and emotionally since I was a child. My mother, who loved me (and we have since mended the strained relationship we had by her acknowledging the damage she has done), wasn't really fit to be a mother. As someone who I think had a rough childhood growing up, projected alot of her own, as well as new, issues onto me. She was petrified of confrontation, so it was easier for her to blame me for the issues I was having with friends, family, bullying, schoolmates, etc, than to actually confront the issues at hand. My earliest memory of this is being 5 years old when the next door neighbours kid (same age) hit me for something, and she said to me "maybe you did something to cause this.". It's like it was impossible for someone to lash out at others without being provoked. This was a common theme growing up, and it only got worse as time went on. I went to 7 different schools growing up, thanks to my dad's job as a bank manager, so that compounded the problem. Having recently being diagnosed with ADHD and being given dexamphetamine, has that really opened my mind as to why I was never able to fit in. Because I didn't know how to. I was the weird kid in each class and it became such an issue when hitting year 7 that things really got worse. Not sure of the reasons, but hitting high school, I lost almost all my friends. It could've been how I was and how I was acting. This came with endless bullying, humiliation, ostracization and it caused me to cry. Alot. In class. In front of everyone as I was sitting by myself at the front of the class. It became a joke amongst my year. Which made the problem worse. I do digress here, but this also ties into my mother, once again, blaming me for the issues I had growing up. "You're being bullied? Just ignore it. They will stop." "You were beaten up? Maybe you did something to cause it." "Just walk away from it." "You can't say anything back or lash out, because then you'd be in trouble and they wouldn't." It was endless. It also didn't stop at home. I have family that I'm sure viewed me as the black sheep. The family retard if you will. Being someone who couldn't fit in literally anywhere, I was kinda weird around family members as well. Also having a mother who, looking back, probably viewed me as an embarrassment and told me to settle down or stop when I started to open up and try and be myself. My cousin, who we will call Daniel, was able to manipulate those around him to get what he wanted. He also knew that I had a very short fuse with him and he was willing to press my buttons just to have me removed from the picture. He is a textbook narcissist. Whenever I stated that he has done something to hurt me, he would project that back into me saying "you did it as well". Family sided with him, leaving me angry, frustrated and upset as no one listened. An event I recently remembered, which I had repressed, was when I was around 10, I was laying on the loungroom floor, and I was holding a balloon. Not sure why I was, but I was. My cousin and his sister decided that they wanted it, purely because I had it. They said they wanted it. I said no. Daniel, being the fat fuck he was, fell ontop of me, winding and hurting me quite badly, held me down while his sister grabbed the balloon off me. He got up, they were happy with the outcome, and laughed about it. I got up, in tears and ran out of the room. I crossed paths with my dad, who grabbed me by the arm, and as I was yelling and screaming at him to let me go, he dragged me back into the loungroom to make me apologise for making my cousins feel uncomfortable. Completely oblivious to what had transpired. Not that it mattered, as he wouldn't have believe me anyways. My outburst has made my cousins realize, that they had done fucked up, and that realization was showing on their face. They didn't think that I would react that way. Having a family that has treated me this way and ridiculed me for the smallest things, I can no longer be myself around them. I have many different stories of different things happening where it showcases family, friends, schoolmates and colleagues being shitty people. Having living in an environment that had me believing that everything that happened to me was entirely my fault, has resulted in a non-confidential adult who questions everything. Every argument. Every interaction, I always find the easiest way out so I can limit the blame. Being unable to process emotions, situations and stand up for myself, turned me into a person that didn't really treat those around me with a great deal of respect. And that's something I truly regret and hate about myself. Fast forward to today, the meds have changed me for the better. I'm able to interact with those around me without awkwardness, speak up for myself, and have general better self care. I'm still all matters of fucked up, but I'm a lot better now that what I ever was. I'm not exactly sure I know what normal feels like, but I have a better understanding on what was wrong and moving towards normal. I also hate that I haven't grown up with the same resilience that others who have dealt with similar or worse. I don't really have the personality to be able to move on properly. I'll be the first to admit that I never knew how to actually "Get over it". I am also eternally grateful for my fiance. She had a similar childhood, but she has grown up so level headed and supportive and is able to guide me through the toughest time I have ever experienced. We currently have a wedding to plan and the issues that is taking hold at the moment is my cousin Daniel not being invited. He hasn't exactly treated my fiance with respect and speaks down to her like she's not worthy of his time. My mother thinks that it's going to cause a huge rift in the family, but then that shows that his feelings are more of a priority to the rest of the family than my well-being. It's taken a long time and a lot of talking and convincing to get my mother on our side but we think she's finally gotten the picture. There's a small part of me that thinks that all it's going to take is a small push for her to revert back to her old ways, but I guess time will tell.
If you've made it this far, thanks for reading.
2023.06.06 05:32 Weak_Information2929 Recruiting Undergraduate Researchers Summer 2023
Are you an undergraduate or recent alum that needs research experience? Do you have an interest in chemistry, biology or artificial intelligence? Do you want to have the option to conduct work remotely this summer?
If you said yes to any of these please reach out for more information. This is currently an unpaid/volunteer position. Students that continue with the project in the Fall semester will have the option to receive course credit or payment for their efforts moving forward.
This entry level role will primarily consist of preprocessing spectrographic data to develop diagnostics. You will need a laptop and the ability to organize data using google sheets/docs. Some programming experience in Python is preferred but not required. Hours per week are negotiable/flexible. This project is being conducted across two labs in the Biomed & Chemical Eng departments so it’s a great way to get your foot in the door for either. To be upfront, this work will be tedious, but it will likely have a significant impact on the future of health care in the near future.
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If you said yes to any of these please reach out for more information. This is currently an unpaid/volunteer position. Students that continue with the project in the Fall semester will have the option to receive course credit or payment for their efforts moving forward.
This entry level role will primarily consist of preprocessing spectrographic data to develop diagnostics. You will need a laptop and the ability to organize data using google sheets/docs. Some programming experience in Python is preferred but not required. Hours per week are negotiable/flexible. This project is being conducted across two labs in the Biomed & Chemical Eng departments so it’s a great way to get your foot in the door for either. To be upfront, this work will be tedious, but it will likely have a significant impact on the future of health care in the near future.
2023.06.06 05:31 JoshAsdvgi The Old Woman Weavings
 | submitted by JoshAsdvgi to Native_Stories [link] [comments] The Old Woman Weavings The old people of the tribes would tell of a special cave where knowledge of the wonders and workings of the world could be found. Even now, some of the native people say that the cave of knowledge exists and might be discovered again. They say it is tucked away in the side of a mountain. “Not too far to go,” they say, yet no one seems to find it anymore. Despite all the highways and byways, all the thoroughfares and back roads that crosscut the face of the earth, despite all the maps that detail and try to define each area, no one seems to find that old cave. That’s too bad, they say, because inside the cave can be found genuine knowledge about how to act when the dark times come around again and the balance of the world tips away from order and slips towards chaos. Inside the cave, there lives an old woman who remains unaffected by the rush of time and the confusion and strife of daily life. She attends to other things; she has a longer sense of time and a deep capacity for vision. She spends most of her time weaving in the cave where light and shadows play. She wants to fashion the most beautiful garment in the whole world. She has been at this weaving project for a long time and has reached the point of making a fringe for the edge of her exquisitely designed cloak. She wants that fringe to be special; wants it to be meaningful as well as elegant, so she weaves it with porcupine quills. She likes the idea of using something that could poke you as an element of beauty; she likes turning things around and seeing life from odd angles. In order to use the porcupine quills, she must flatten each one with her teeth. After years of biting hard on the quills, her teeth have become worn down to nubs that barely rise above her gums. Still, the old woman keeps biting down and she keeps weaving on. The only time she interrupts her weaving work is when she goes to stir the soup that simmers in a great cauldron at the back of the cave. The old cauldron hangs over a fire that began a long time ago. The old woman cannot recall anything older than that fire; it just might be the oldest thing there is in this world. Occasionally, she does recall that she must stir the soup that simmers over those flames. For that simmering stew contains all the seeds and roots that become the grains and plants and herbs that sprout up all over the surface of the earth. If the old woman fails to stir the ancient stew once in a while, the fire will scorch the ingredients and there is no telling what troubles might result from that. So the old woman divides her efforts between weaving the exquisite cloak and stirring the elemental soup. In a sense, she is responsible for weaving things together as well as for stirring everything up. She senses when the time has come to let the weaving go and stir things up again. Then, she leaves the weaving on the floor of the cave and turns to the task of stirring the soup. Because she is old and tired from her labors and because of relentless passage of time, she moves slowly and it takes a while for her to amble over to the cauldron. As the old woman shuffles across the floor and makes her way to the of the ancient cave, a black dog watches her every move. The dog was there all along. Seemingly asleep, it awakens as soon as the old weaver turns her attention from one task to the other. As she begins stirring the soup in order to sustain the seeds, the black dog moves to where the weaving lies on the floor of the cave. The dog picks up a loose thread with its teeth and begins pulling on it. As the black dog pulls on the loose thread, the beautiful garment begins to unravel. Since each thread has been woven to another, pulling upon one begins to undo them all. As the great stew is being stirred up, the elegant garment comes apart and becomes a chaotic mess on the floor. When the old woman returns to take up her handiwork again, she finds nothing but chaos where there had been a garment of great elegance and beauty. The cloak she has woven with such care has been pulled apart, the fringe all undone; the effort of creation has been turned to naught. The old woman sits and looks silently upon the remnants of her once beautiful design. She ignores the presence of the black dog as she stares intently at the tangle of undone threads and distorted patterns. After a while, she bends down, picks up a loose thread, and begins to weave the whole thing again. As she pulls thread after thread from the chaotic mess, she begins again to imagine the most beautiful garment in the whole world. As she weaves, new visions and elegant designs appear before her and her old hands begin to knowingly give them vibrant shape. Soon she has forgotten the cloak she was weaving before as she concentrates on capturing the new design and weaving it into the most beautiful garment ever seen in the world. |
2023.06.06 05:31 OceansCarraway Early Warning
Toob Proclamation : Early Warning (The Weaver Returns)
During times of political crisis, the focus of an entire country is on the issue. And then things change and the news cycle moves on. The revelation of Epistocide has shocked the G.U.S.S to its’ core, and confirmed the fears of what had lurked in the unconscious minds of many. In between the existential dread and the horrified soul searching, of course, one can find time for the much more calming pastime of defense policy. In this case, the clones have realized that they need to have early warning capability for the entire Ria system, lest something sneak up on them.
This has taken on a myriad of forms. The biggest are massive RADAR arrays and listening stations, whose antennas reach up to the skies they watch. Beside them are powerful infra-red scanners, positioned on space and in hidden silos on the ground. All of these are connected to self-sufficient Lorenloop-outfitted monitoring complexes, where hundreds of technicians and analysts tend to the great arrays and feed data into massive mainframes. What the low technology and frustrating overheat rates cost in annoyance, they more than make up for in real-time monitoring of the system. When given enough computing power and time, the clones have even learned to exploit the strange properties of the space air to extend their practical scanner range.
Filling out the magical gaps are old fashioned scryers and mystics searching into crystal balls or peering into magic mirrors; their success rate is much less certain–but when they are right, they are entirely correct. Less talked about are para-precognitors, resting in strange lakes. Backed up by enchanted paper tapes and punchcard-mechanical computers, their utility is untested. Seemingly brought to life by royal protocols, their appearance is unexpected–and apparently kept need-to-know. What they are looking for is unknown.
But there is something new with this program: hope. Instead of just watching the skies for hazards, the G.U.S.S deliberately looks out to the heavens. Telescopes, first made for mapping, but also for observing stellar phenomena, are being built. Many of these are ground-based installations, aiming their lenses at given points; some are radio systems listening to the hum and flicker of cosmic radiation. In space, orbiting telescopes stare deeper into the cluster.
The crowning achievement of this effort rests on Kabria, where a gravity wave detector has somehow been brought to life. After the barely successful attempts of the Vaa to tutor individuals in what the current grand unified theory of physics was, the independent execution of such a project was a sudden split from their tutors and one that left both pride and a slightly bitter taste in the parts of their brains that mapped to taste organelles. Some guess that this is a political project, but others can see that there is deeper psychology at play–a surly scientific adolescence.
Cynics will note that this entire program is politically motivated, and that it often provides the High Kommand with extra intelligence needed to bypass logjams and make immediate quick decisions. Optimists will note that the strange musical files made from stellar noise and ambient radio are a sign of a newly scientific culture that’s looking outward more and more than ever before. Whatever someone finds themselves saying, one thing is clear: defense policy often goes beyond the people it’s supposed to protect and impacts entire civilizations. And of course, one can never predict the effects.
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During times of political crisis, the focus of an entire country is on the issue. And then things change and the news cycle moves on. The revelation of Epistocide has shocked the G.U.S.S to its’ core, and confirmed the fears of what had lurked in the unconscious minds of many. In between the existential dread and the horrified soul searching, of course, one can find time for the much more calming pastime of defense policy. In this case, the clones have realized that they need to have early warning capability for the entire Ria system, lest something sneak up on them.
This has taken on a myriad of forms. The biggest are massive RADAR arrays and listening stations, whose antennas reach up to the skies they watch. Beside them are powerful infra-red scanners, positioned on space and in hidden silos on the ground. All of these are connected to self-sufficient Lorenloop-outfitted monitoring complexes, where hundreds of technicians and analysts tend to the great arrays and feed data into massive mainframes. What the low technology and frustrating overheat rates cost in annoyance, they more than make up for in real-time monitoring of the system. When given enough computing power and time, the clones have even learned to exploit the strange properties of the space air to extend their practical scanner range.
Filling out the magical gaps are old fashioned scryers and mystics searching into crystal balls or peering into magic mirrors; their success rate is much less certain–but when they are right, they are entirely correct. Less talked about are para-precognitors, resting in strange lakes. Backed up by enchanted paper tapes and punchcard-mechanical computers, their utility is untested. Seemingly brought to life by royal protocols, their appearance is unexpected–and apparently kept need-to-know. What they are looking for is unknown.
But there is something new with this program: hope. Instead of just watching the skies for hazards, the G.U.S.S deliberately looks out to the heavens. Telescopes, first made for mapping, but also for observing stellar phenomena, are being built. Many of these are ground-based installations, aiming their lenses at given points; some are radio systems listening to the hum and flicker of cosmic radiation. In space, orbiting telescopes stare deeper into the cluster.
The crowning achievement of this effort rests on Kabria, where a gravity wave detector has somehow been brought to life. After the barely successful attempts of the Vaa to tutor individuals in what the current grand unified theory of physics was, the independent execution of such a project was a sudden split from their tutors and one that left both pride and a slightly bitter taste in the parts of their brains that mapped to taste organelles. Some guess that this is a political project, but others can see that there is deeper psychology at play–a surly scientific adolescence.
Cynics will note that this entire program is politically motivated, and that it often provides the High Kommand with extra intelligence needed to bypass logjams and make immediate quick decisions. Optimists will note that the strange musical files made from stellar noise and ambient radio are a sign of a newly scientific culture that’s looking outward more and more than ever before. Whatever someone finds themselves saying, one thing is clear: defense policy often goes beyond the people it’s supposed to protect and impacts entire civilizations. And of course, one can never predict the effects.
2023.06.06 05:31 UsedCicada9696 Wine talk with LD and Wabbie never went to Vancouver.
 | Wine or margaritas? < ItsmeLD > 12:45 submitted by UsedCicada9696 to OpenForumPG [link] [comments] : . . ^ Alcoholic. § < - > 12:46 : . . margaritas § < AyameM > 12:47+8 : . . : . . Maybe watermelon?? Or mango?? < ItsmeLD > 12:50 : . . : . . : . . Mango imo < AyameM > 13:06 But I really like cherry : . . Wine. I find margaritas to be too sour and salty § < Morgan-LeFay > 12:47+5 : . . that margarita mix they make with white wine < - > 12:48 gives me a headache and the shits : . . : . . do u mean wine slushies??? < actualadvice > 12:48 there's something I will never drink : . . : . . : . . not sure but many of these pre-made < margarita-mixes > 12:52 like the ones they sell at costco don't have any tequila in them. They use white wine instead. : . . : . . : . . : . . I see the mix for sale, it's just a bunch of < - > 12:53\ high fructose corn syrup and citric acid. You are supposed to add the booze. You seem to be referring to those fake pre-made single serving type things? Usually malt liquor in those and yes, straight headache : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . talking about the ones with alcohol § < - > 12:58 : . . : . . : . . : . . i'm a purist when it comes to booze < actualadvice > 12:53 tequila (NEVER cuervo) fresh squeezed lime juice Cointreau rocks (never frozen) no salt : . . : . . : . . : . . You have to make the margaritas yourself. < ItsmeLD > 12:54 The only mix you should be mixing is the sweet and sour. And you can even make that yourself. I do. : . . day drinking smdh < actualadvice > 12:48 pic what're you looking to get into, honey? https://preview.redd.it/2twc87v2hb4b1.png?width=800&format=png&auto=webp&s=28d8123259c0c3f056a7d458e54c52f0f562fde1 : . . Do you drink wine cold or room temp? < TittyLover9000 > 12:48+5 My daughrter-in-law & her mom drink it room temp. : . . : . . Cold. I like white wine. Red is served < ItsmeLD > 12:49 room temp. I don’t care much for red. : . . To put up with a lowlife like you? < RageIssues > 12:49+10 Both, and lots of it. Happy Monday everybody! : . . : . . LMAO. So much for Vancouver. We all knew you < Morgan-LeFay > 12:50 were lying. : . . : . . : . . Yeah stupid, I was there, I'm home now. < RageIssues > 12:51+5 That's how vacations work, leave here and try one sometime. : . . : . . : . . : . . LOL. You were here trolling grey the whole time. < Morgan-LeFay > 12:53 You never went anywhere. LoL : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . I slap your sloppy ass around in green. < RageIssues > 12:57 And I'm quite good at it. Everybody you, Mickey, and LD whine about me posting grey, the person who actually made the post laughs their ass off. I laugh too, because its ANOTHER poster who's been convinced what clueless losers you three are. : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . Tsk, tsk, tsk, so violent and temperamental. < Morgan-LeFay > 13:00+1 Your pretend vacation did nothing for your Rage Issues. You should seek anger management out next time instead. But don't pretend you went to that anger management, okay. Anyways, lunch break is over. Tata for now. : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . +1 for leaving. § < RageIssues > 13:01+5 : . . : . . Oh God. I need to make it a double now. § < ItsmeLD > 12:52 : . . : . . : . . A margarita, right? < RageIssues > 12:54 Sprinkle the glass with rat poison instead of salt, thanks. : . . Just some JD for sipping on for me. § < Operator54 > 12:56 : . . : . . Sounds like my husband. No mixer, < ItsmeLD > 12:58-5 just over ice. You are a manly man. Lol How are you?? Have a good weekend? : . . : . . : . . I'm not sure about the manly man but < Operator54 > 13:02 I do like my JD over ice for sipping. lol I had a good weekend, really busy but good. You? : . . : . . : . . : . . Didn’t do a whole lot. My husband has < ItsmeLD > 13:18 Been gone, so just keeping myself busy with little projects us around the house. He will be home in the morning and I think we are going to go someplace fun later in the week. : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . Neat, I hope you both enjoy it. § < Operator54 > 13:21 : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . That’s the plan!! < ItsmeLD > 13:24 What is going on this week for you? : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . : . . Just prepping for a trip. Busy busy lol § < Operator54 > 13:30 : . . Whatever your husband tells you. § < - > 13:40 |
2023.06.06 05:30 Obvious_Summer_420 I'm incredibly bored
TRACK 1: Hello
[Verse 1]
Hello, it's me
I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet
To go over everything
They say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing
Hello, can you hear me?
I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet
[Pre-Chorus]
There's such a difference between us
And a million miles
[Chorus]
Hello from the other side
I must've called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside
At least, I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore
[Verse 2]
Hello, how are you?
It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry
I hope that you're well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?
[Pre-Chorus]
It's no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time
[Chorus]
So hello from the other side (Other side)
I must've called a thousand times (Thousand times)
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (Outside)
At least, I can say that I've tried (I've tried)
To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore
[Bridge]
(Highs, highs, highs, highs, lows, lows, lows, lows)
Ooh, anymore
(Highs, highs, highs, highs, lows, lows, lows, lows)
Ooh, anymore
(Highs, highs, highs, highs, lows, lows, lows, lows)
Ooh, anymore
(Highs, highs, highs, highs, lows, lows, lows, lows)
Anymore
[Chorus]
Hello from the other side (Other side)
I must've called a thousand times (Thousand times)
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (Outside)
At least, I can say that I've tried (I've tried)
To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore
TRACK 2: Send My Love (To Your New Lover)
[Intro]
Just the guitar?
Okay, cool
[Verse 1]
This was all you, none of it me
You put your hands on, on my body and told me
Mmm, told me you were ready
For the big one, for the big jump
I'd be your last love, everlasting, you and me
Mmm, that was what you told me
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm giving you up
I've forgiven it all
You set me free
[Chorus]
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
[Verse 2]
I was too strong, you were trembling
You couldn't handle the hot heat rising (Rising)
Mmm, baby, I'm still rising
I was running, you were walking
You couldn't keep up, you were falling down (Down)
Mmm, there's only one way down
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm giving you up
I've forgiven it all
You set me free, oh
[Chorus]
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
[Bridge]
If you're ready, if you're ready
If you're ready, I am ready
If you're ready, if you're ready
We both know we ain't kids no more
No, we ain't kids no more
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm giving you up
I've forgiven it all
You set me free
[Chorus]
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
[Outro]
If you're ready, if you're ready
(Send my love to your new lover)
If you're ready, are you ready?
(Treat her better)
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
If you're ready, if you're ready
(Send my love to your new lover)
If you're ready, are you ready?
(Treat her better)
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
TRACK 3: I Miss You
[Verse 1]
I want every single piece of you
I want your heaven and your oceans too
Treat me soft but touch me cruel
I wanna teach you things you never knew, baby
Bring the floor up to my knees
Let me fall into your gravity
Then kiss me back to life to see
Your body standing over me
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Lights go down, lights go down
Lights go down, lights go down
Down, down, down
[Chorus]
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
[Verse 2]
I love the way your body moves
Towards me from across the room
Brushing past my every groove
No one has me like you do, baby
Bring your heart, I'll bring my soul
But be delicate with my ego
I wanna step into your great unknown
With you and me setting the tone
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Lights go down, lights go down
Lights go down, lights go down
Down, down, down
[Chorus]
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
[Bridge]
We play so dirty in the dark
'Cause we are living worlds apart
It only makes it harder, baby
It only makes it harder, baby
Harder, baby, harder, baby
[Chorus]
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
[Outro]
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
TRACK 4: When We Were Young
[Verse 1]
Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk to the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home, you're like a dream come true
But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment before I go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
Hoping you're someone I used to know
[Pre-Chorus]
You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
[Chorus]
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time that we might
Be exactly like we were before we realised
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
[Verse 2]
I was so scared to face my fears
Nobody told me that you'd be here
And I swear you'd moved overseas
That's what you said when you left me
[Pre-Chorus]
You still look like a movie
You still sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
[Chorus]
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time that we might
Be exactly like we were before we realised
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
[Refrain]
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
[Bridge]
It's hard to admit that everything just takes me back
To when you were there, to when you were there
And a part of me keeps holding on just in case it hasn't gone
'Cause I still care, do you still care?
[Breakdown]
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
[Refrain]
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
[Chorus]
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time that we might
Be exactly like we were before we realised
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless
Oh, I'm so mad I'm getting old, it makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
When we were young
TRACK 5: Remedy
[Verse 1]
I remember all of the things that I thought I wanted to be
So desperate to find a way out of my world and finally breathe
Right before my eyes I saw my heart, it came to life
This ain't easy, it's not meant to be, every story has its scars
[Chorus]
But when the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see that I will be your remedy
When the world seems so cruel
And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see that I will be
I will be your remedy
[Verse 2]
No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you
Come whatever, I'll be the shelter that won't let the rain come through
Your love, it is my truth and I will always love you
Love you, oh
[Chorus]
When the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see that I will be your remedy
When the world seems so cruel
And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see that I will be
I will be your remedy
Ohhh, ohhh
When the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see that I will be, I will be
When the world seems so cruel
And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see that I will be, I will be
I will be your remedy, mmm, mm-hmm
TRACK 6: Water Under The Bridge
[Verse 1]
If you're not the one for me
Then how come I can bring you to your knees?
If you're not the one for me
Why do I hate the idea of being free?
And if I'm not the one for you
You've gotta stop holding me the way you do
Oh honey, if I’m not the one for you
Why have we been through what we have been through?
[Pre-Chorus]
It's so cold out here in your wilderness
I want you to be my keeper
But not if you are so reckless
[Chorus]
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge
[Verse 2]
What are you waiting for?
You never seem to make it through the door
And who are you hiding from?
It ain't no life to live like you're on the run
Have I ever asked for much?
The only thing that I want is your love
[Chorus]
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge
[Pre-Chorus]
It's so cold in your wilderness
I want you to be my keeper
But not if you are so reckless
[Chorus]
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
[Outro]
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge (Say it ain't so, say it ain't so)
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge (Say it ain't so, say it ain't so)
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge
TRACK 7: River Lea
[Verse 1]
Everybody tells me it's 'bout time that I moved on
That I need to learn to lighten up and learn how to be young
But my heart is a valley, it's so shallow and manmade
I'm scared to death if I let you in that you'll see I'm just a fake
Sometimes I feel lonely in the arms of your touch
But I know that's just me 'cause nothing ever is enough
When I was a child I grew up by the River Lea
There was something in the water, now that something's in me
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I can't go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips
I can't go back to the river
[Chorus]
But, it's in my roots, in my veins
In my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
Oh, it's in my roots, in my veins
In my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
So, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
Yeah, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
[Verse 2]
I should probably tell you now before it's way too late
That I never meant to hurt you or lie straight to your face
Consider this my apology, I know it's years in advance
But, I would rather say it now in case I never get the chance
[Pre-Chorus]
No, I can't go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips
I can't go back to the river
[Chorus]
But, it's in my roots, in my veins
In my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
Oh, it's in my roots, in my veins
In my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
So, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
Yeah, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
So, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
Yeah, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
[Outro]
River Lea, River Lea
River Lea
The River Lea-ea-ea
The River Lea-ea-ea
The River Lea-ea-ea
TRACK 8: Love in the Dark
[Verse 1]
Take your eyes off of me so I can leave
I'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me
This is never ending, we have been here before
But I can't stay this time 'cause I don't love you anymore
[Pre-Chorus]
Please stay where you are, don't come any closer
Don't try to change my mind, I'm being cruel to be kind
[Chorus]
I can't love you in the dark
It feels like we're oceans apart
There is so much space between us
Baby, we're already defeated
Ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, everything changed me
[Verse 2]
You have given me something that I can't live without
You mustn't underestimate that when you are in doubt
But I don't want to carry on like everything is fine
The longer we ignore it all, the more that we will fight
[Pre-Chorus]
Please don't fall apart, I can't face your breaking heart
I'm trying to be brave, stop asking me to stay
[Chorus]
I can't love you in the dark
It feels like we're oceans apart
There is so much space between us
Baby, we're already defeated
Ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, everything changed me
[Bridge]
We're not the only ones
I don't regret a thing
Every word I've said
You know I'll always mean
It is the world to me
That you are in my life
But I want to live and not just survive
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Chorus]
That's why I can't love you in the dark
It feels like we're oceans apart
There is so much space between us
Baby, we're already defeated
'Cause ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, everything changed me
And I-I-I-I-I don't think you can save me
TRACK 9: Million Years Ago
[Verse 1]
I only wanted to have fun
Learning to fly, learning to run
I let my heart decide the way
When I was young
Deep down, I must have always known
That this would be inevitable
To earn my stripes, I'd have to pay
And bare my soul
[Chorus]
I know I'm not the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
Sometimes, I just feel it's only me
Who can't stand the reflection that they see
I wish I could live a little more
Look up to the sky, not just the floor
I feel like my life is flashing by
And all I can do is watch and cry
I miss the air, I miss my friends
I miss my mother, I miss it when
Life was a party to be thrown
But that was a million years ago
[Verse 2]
When I walk around all of the streets
Where I grew up and found my feet
They can't look me in the eye
It's like they're scared of me
I try to think of things to say
Like a joke or a memory
But they don't recognize me now
In the light of day
[Chorus]
I know I'm not the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
Sometimes, I just feel it's only me
Who never became who they thought they'd be
I wish I could live a little more
Look up to the sky, not just the floor
I feel like my life is flashing by
And all I can do is watch and cry
I miss the air, I miss my friends
I miss my mother, I miss it when
Life was a party to be thrown
But that was a million years ago
[Outro]
A million years ago
TRACK 10: All I Ask
[Verse 1]
I will leave my heart at the door
I won't say a word
They've all been said before, you know
So why don't we just play pretend
Like we're not scared of what is coming next
Or scared of having nothing left?
[Pre-Chorus]
Look, don't get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is
[Chorus]
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do
What lovers do
It matters how this ends
'Cause what if I never love again?
[Verse 2]
I don't need your honesty
It's already in your eyes
And I'm sure my eyes, they speak for me
No one knows me like you do
And since you're the only one that mattered
Tell me, who do I run to?
[Pre-Chorus]
Look, don't get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is
[Chorus]
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do
What lovers do
It matters how this ends
'Cause what if I never love again?
[Bridge]
Let this be our lesson in love
Let this be the way we remember us
I don't want to be cruel or vicious
And I ain't asking for forgiveness
All I ask is
[Chorus]
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do
What lovers do
It matters how this ends
'Cause what if I never love again?
TRACK 11: Sweetest Devotion
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
With your loving, there ain't nothing that I can't adore
The way I'm running with you, honey
Means we can break every law
I find it funny that you're the only one I never looked for
There is something in your loving that tears down my walls
[Pre-Chorus]
I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now
I'm heading straight for you
You will only be eternally
The one that I belong to
[Chorus]
The sweetest devotion
Hit me like an explosion
All of my life, I've been frozen
The sweetest devotion I know
[Verse 2]
I'll forever be whatever you want me to be
I'll go under and all over for your clarity
When you wonder if I'm gonna lose my way home
Just remember, that come whatever, I'll be yours all along
[Pre-Chorus]
I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now
I'm heading straight for you
You will only be eternally
The one that I belong to
[Chorus]
The sweetest devotion
Hit me like an explosion
All of my life, I've been frozen
The sweetest devotion I know
[Bridge]
I've been looking for you, baby
In every face that I've ever known
And there is something 'bout the way you love me
That finally feels like home
You're my light, you're my darkness
You're the right kind of madness
You're my hope, you're my despair
You're my scope of everything, everywhere
[Chorus]
The sweetest devotion
Hit me like an explosion
All of my life, I've been frozen
The sweetest devotion I know
[Outro]
Sweetest, it's the sweetest
Sweetest, it's the sweetest
Sweetest, it's the sweetest
Sweetest, it's the sweetest devotion
TRACK 12: Can't Let Go
[Verse 1]
When did it go wrong? I will never know
I have loved you all my life
How did it slow down? I go round and around
Thinking about it all the time
[Pre-Chorus]
I gave you heaven on a platter, baby
I gave you everything you never gave me
I never lied and I never faked it
Only wanted for you to save me
This love, it ain't over yet
There's too much that I haven't said
[Chorus]
Did you find the note that I wrote?
I hid it in the seam of your coat
It was hard to write with a lump in my throat
Do you even know that I can't let go?
[Verse 2]
Why were you so cold? Let the truth be told
Tell me, was it all for the thrill?
What was I thinking? I gave you everything
But you still went for the kill
[Pre-Chorus]
I gave you heaven on a platter, baby
I gave you everything you never gave me
I never lied and I never faked it
Only wanted for you to save me
[Chorus]
Did you find the note that I wrote?
I hid it in the seam of your coat
It was hard to write with a lump in my throat
Do you even know that I can't let go?
[Bridge]
Ooh, sometimes I feel like I'm in the dark
Ooh, I thought I'd die in your arms
[Chorus]
Did you find the note that I wrote?
I hid it in the seam of your coat
It was hard to write, I had a lump in my throat
Do you even know that I can't let go?
[Outro]
Hope you know, I won't let go
TRACK 13: Lay Me Down
[Verse 1]
I would never lie to you unless you tell me to
Every part of me, all my words to hold
And hold against me, why won't you let it be?
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you ever say my love, "open up your heart"
No I'm not gonna do it standing up
The words don't come out right when you're right in front of me
Help me baby, won't you turn off the lights
[Chorus]
Lay me down ('til the morning)
Lay me down (through the night)
Lay me down (I can fall in)
Lay me down (Won’t you)
Lay me down (I can baby)
Lay me down (Someone believe me)
[Verse 2]
I would never break the rules unless you tell me to
You can read my mind, be it truth or lies
Lie down beside me, why won't you let it be?
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you ever say my love opened up your heart
No I'm not gonna do it standing up
The words don't come out right when you're right in front of me
Help me baby, won't you turn off the lights
[Chorus]
Lay me down ('til the morning)
Lay me down (through the night)
Lay me down (I can fall in)
Lay me down (Won't you)
Lay me down (I can baby)
Lay me down (Someone believe me)
[Bridge]
Lay down with me
Lay down with me
Lay down with me
Lay down with me
[Pre-Chorus]
Words don't come out right when you're right in front of me
Help me baby, won't you turn off the lights
[Chorus]
Lay me down ('til the morning)
Lay me down (through the night)
Lay me down (I can fall in)
Lay me down (Won't you)
Lay me down (I can baby)
Lay me down (Someone believe me)
TRACK 14: Why Do You Love Me
[Intro]
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me?
[Verse 1]
Why do you love me?
There must be something in the water
'Cause, baby, I'm in deeper than I knew
How do you keep me coming back for more
After all we've been through?
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't decide if I should run and hide
[Chorus]
It's above and beyond me, it's out of my hands
Your love drives me crazy, it's hard to understand
Just why I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
[Verse 2]
Who knows why I love you
It could be something in the air I breathe
Whatever it is, I depend on it
And where does the time go?
I spend every single moment daydreaming of you
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't describe how I feel, it feels right
[Chorus]
It's above and beyond me, it's out of my hands
Your love drives me crazy, it's hard to understand
Just why I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
[Bridge]
You were a shot in the dark that blew me away
And you left your mark, and it never will fade
You've ignited a spark, let the fires away
Are you ready, ready?
You have a place in my heart that will always be yours
You are the peak and art of my universe
Every piece and part, you were the first
I am ready, ready
[Chorus]
It's above and beyond me, it's out of my hands
Your love drives me crazy, it's hard to understand
Just why I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you
[Chorus]
It's above and beyond me, it's out of my hands
Your love drives me crazy, it's hard to understand
Just why I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
[Outro]
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
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[Verse 1]
Hello, it's me
I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet
To go over everything
They say that time's supposed to heal ya, but I ain't done much healing
Hello, can you hear me?
I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet
[Pre-Chorus]
There's such a difference between us
And a million miles
[Chorus]
Hello from the other side
I must've called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside
At least, I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore
[Verse 2]
Hello, how are you?
It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry
I hope that you're well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?
[Pre-Chorus]
It's no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time
[Chorus]
So hello from the other side (Other side)
I must've called a thousand times (Thousand times)
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (Outside)
At least, I can say that I've tried (I've tried)
To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore
[Bridge]
(Highs, highs, highs, highs, lows, lows, lows, lows)
Ooh, anymore
(Highs, highs, highs, highs, lows, lows, lows, lows)
Ooh, anymore
(Highs, highs, highs, highs, lows, lows, lows, lows)
Ooh, anymore
(Highs, highs, highs, highs, lows, lows, lows, lows)
Anymore
[Chorus]
Hello from the other side (Other side)
I must've called a thousand times (Thousand times)
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call, you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (Outside)
At least, I can say that I've tried (I've tried)
To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart anymore
TRACK 2: Send My Love (To Your New Lover)
[Intro]
Just the guitar?
Okay, cool
[Verse 1]
This was all you, none of it me
You put your hands on, on my body and told me
Mmm, told me you were ready
For the big one, for the big jump
I'd be your last love, everlasting, you and me
Mmm, that was what you told me
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm giving you up
I've forgiven it all
You set me free
[Chorus]
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
[Verse 2]
I was too strong, you were trembling
You couldn't handle the hot heat rising (Rising)
Mmm, baby, I'm still rising
I was running, you were walking
You couldn't keep up, you were falling down (Down)
Mmm, there's only one way down
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm giving you up
I've forgiven it all
You set me free, oh
[Chorus]
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
[Bridge]
If you're ready, if you're ready
If you're ready, I am ready
If you're ready, if you're ready
We both know we ain't kids no more
No, we ain't kids no more
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm giving you up
I've forgiven it all
You set me free
[Chorus]
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
Send my love to your new lover
Treat her better
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
[Outro]
If you're ready, if you're ready
(Send my love to your new lover)
If you're ready, are you ready?
(Treat her better)
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
If you're ready, if you're ready
(Send my love to your new lover)
If you're ready, are you ready?
(Treat her better)
We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts
We both know we ain't kids no more
TRACK 3: I Miss You
[Verse 1]
I want every single piece of you
I want your heaven and your oceans too
Treat me soft but touch me cruel
I wanna teach you things you never knew, baby
Bring the floor up to my knees
Let me fall into your gravity
Then kiss me back to life to see
Your body standing over me
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Lights go down, lights go down
Lights go down, lights go down
Down, down, down
[Chorus]
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
[Verse 2]
I love the way your body moves
Towards me from across the room
Brushing past my every groove
No one has me like you do, baby
Bring your heart, I'll bring my soul
But be delicate with my ego
I wanna step into your great unknown
With you and me setting the tone
[Pre-Chorus]
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Baby, don't let the lights go down
Lights go down, lights go down
Lights go down, lights go down
Down, down, down
[Chorus]
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
[Bridge]
We play so dirty in the dark
'Cause we are living worlds apart
It only makes it harder, baby
It only makes it harder, baby
Harder, baby, harder, baby
[Chorus]
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
I miss you when the lights go out
It illuminates all of my doubts
Pull me in, hold me tight, don't let go
Baby, give me light
[Outro]
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
TRACK 4: When We Were Young
[Verse 1]
Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk to the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home, you're like a dream come true
But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment before I go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
Hoping you're someone I used to know
[Pre-Chorus]
You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
[Chorus]
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time that we might
Be exactly like we were before we realised
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
[Verse 2]
I was so scared to face my fears
Nobody told me that you'd be here
And I swear you'd moved overseas
That's what you said when you left me
[Pre-Chorus]
You still look like a movie
You still sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
[Chorus]
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time that we might
Be exactly like we were before we realised
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
[Refrain]
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
[Bridge]
It's hard to admit that everything just takes me back
To when you were there, to when you were there
And a part of me keeps holding on just in case it hasn't gone
'Cause I still care, do you still care?
[Breakdown]
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
[Refrain]
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
(When we were young)
[Chorus]
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time that we might
Be exactly like we were before we realised
We were sad of getting old, it made us restless
Oh, I'm so mad I'm getting old, it makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
When we were young
TRACK 5: Remedy
[Verse 1]
I remember all of the things that I thought I wanted to be
So desperate to find a way out of my world and finally breathe
Right before my eyes I saw my heart, it came to life
This ain't easy, it's not meant to be, every story has its scars
[Chorus]
But when the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see that I will be your remedy
When the world seems so cruel
And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see that I will be
I will be your remedy
[Verse 2]
No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you
Come whatever, I'll be the shelter that won't let the rain come through
Your love, it is my truth and I will always love you
Love you, oh
[Chorus]
When the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see that I will be your remedy
When the world seems so cruel
And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see that I will be
I will be your remedy
Ohhh, ohhh
When the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see that I will be, I will be
When the world seems so cruel
And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see that I will be, I will be
I will be your remedy, mmm, mm-hmm
TRACK 6: Water Under The Bridge
[Verse 1]
If you're not the one for me
Then how come I can bring you to your knees?
If you're not the one for me
Why do I hate the idea of being free?
And if I'm not the one for you
You've gotta stop holding me the way you do
Oh honey, if I’m not the one for you
Why have we been through what we have been through?
[Pre-Chorus]
It's so cold out here in your wilderness
I want you to be my keeper
But not if you are so reckless
[Chorus]
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge
[Verse 2]
What are you waiting for?
You never seem to make it through the door
And who are you hiding from?
It ain't no life to live like you're on the run
Have I ever asked for much?
The only thing that I want is your love
[Chorus]
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge
[Pre-Chorus]
It's so cold in your wilderness
I want you to be my keeper
But not if you are so reckless
[Chorus]
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
If you're gonna let me down, let me down gently
Don't pretend that you don't want me
Our love ain't water under the bridge
[Outro]
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge (Say it ain't so, say it ain't so)
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge (Say it ain't so, say it ain't so)
Say it ain't so, say it ain't so
Say that our love ain't water under the bridge
TRACK 7: River Lea
[Verse 1]
Everybody tells me it's 'bout time that I moved on
That I need to learn to lighten up and learn how to be young
But my heart is a valley, it's so shallow and manmade
I'm scared to death if I let you in that you'll see I'm just a fake
Sometimes I feel lonely in the arms of your touch
But I know that's just me 'cause nothing ever is enough
When I was a child I grew up by the River Lea
There was something in the water, now that something's in me
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I can't go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips
I can't go back to the river
[Chorus]
But, it's in my roots, in my veins
In my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
Oh, it's in my roots, in my veins
In my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
So, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
Yeah, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
[Verse 2]
I should probably tell you now before it's way too late
That I never meant to hurt you or lie straight to your face
Consider this my apology, I know it's years in advance
But, I would rather say it now in case I never get the chance
[Pre-Chorus]
No, I can't go back, but the reeds are growing out of my fingertips
I can't go back to the river
[Chorus]
But, it's in my roots, in my veins
In my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
Oh, it's in my roots, in my veins
In my blood and I stain every heart that I use to heal the pain
So, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
Yeah, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
So, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
Yeah, I blame it on the River Lea, the River Lea, the River Lea
[Outro]
River Lea, River Lea
River Lea
The River Lea-ea-ea
The River Lea-ea-ea
The River Lea-ea-ea
TRACK 8: Love in the Dark
[Verse 1]
Take your eyes off of me so I can leave
I'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me
This is never ending, we have been here before
But I can't stay this time 'cause I don't love you anymore
[Pre-Chorus]
Please stay where you are, don't come any closer
Don't try to change my mind, I'm being cruel to be kind
[Chorus]
I can't love you in the dark
It feels like we're oceans apart
There is so much space between us
Baby, we're already defeated
Ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, everything changed me
[Verse 2]
You have given me something that I can't live without
You mustn't underestimate that when you are in doubt
But I don't want to carry on like everything is fine
The longer we ignore it all, the more that we will fight
[Pre-Chorus]
Please don't fall apart, I can't face your breaking heart
I'm trying to be brave, stop asking me to stay
[Chorus]
I can't love you in the dark
It feels like we're oceans apart
There is so much space between us
Baby, we're already defeated
Ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, everything changed me
[Bridge]
We're not the only ones
I don't regret a thing
Every word I've said
You know I'll always mean
It is the world to me
That you are in my life
But I want to live and not just survive
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Chorus]
That's why I can't love you in the dark
It feels like we're oceans apart
There is so much space between us
Baby, we're already defeated
'Cause ah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, everything changed me
And I-I-I-I-I don't think you can save me
TRACK 9: Million Years Ago
[Verse 1]
I only wanted to have fun
Learning to fly, learning to run
I let my heart decide the way
When I was young
Deep down, I must have always known
That this would be inevitable
To earn my stripes, I'd have to pay
And bare my soul
[Chorus]
I know I'm not the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
Sometimes, I just feel it's only me
Who can't stand the reflection that they see
I wish I could live a little more
Look up to the sky, not just the floor
I feel like my life is flashing by
And all I can do is watch and cry
I miss the air, I miss my friends
I miss my mother, I miss it when
Life was a party to be thrown
But that was a million years ago
[Verse 2]
When I walk around all of the streets
Where I grew up and found my feet
They can't look me in the eye
It's like they're scared of me
I try to think of things to say
Like a joke or a memory
But they don't recognize me now
In the light of day
[Chorus]
I know I'm not the only one
Who regrets the things they've done
Sometimes, I just feel it's only me
Who never became who they thought they'd be
I wish I could live a little more
Look up to the sky, not just the floor
I feel like my life is flashing by
And all I can do is watch and cry
I miss the air, I miss my friends
I miss my mother, I miss it when
Life was a party to be thrown
But that was a million years ago
[Outro]
A million years ago
TRACK 10: All I Ask
[Verse 1]
I will leave my heart at the door
I won't say a word
They've all been said before, you know
So why don't we just play pretend
Like we're not scared of what is coming next
Or scared of having nothing left?
[Pre-Chorus]
Look, don't get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is
[Chorus]
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do
What lovers do
It matters how this ends
'Cause what if I never love again?
[Verse 2]
I don't need your honesty
It's already in your eyes
And I'm sure my eyes, they speak for me
No one knows me like you do
And since you're the only one that mattered
Tell me, who do I run to?
[Pre-Chorus]
Look, don't get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow
All I ask is
[Chorus]
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do
What lovers do
It matters how this ends
'Cause what if I never love again?
[Bridge]
Let this be our lesson in love
Let this be the way we remember us
I don't want to be cruel or vicious
And I ain't asking for forgiveness
All I ask is
[Chorus]
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do
What lovers do
It matters how this ends
'Cause what if I never love again?
TRACK 11: Sweetest Devotion
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
With your loving, there ain't nothing that I can't adore
The way I'm running with you, honey
Means we can break every law
I find it funny that you're the only one I never looked for
There is something in your loving that tears down my walls
[Pre-Chorus]
I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now
I'm heading straight for you
You will only be eternally
The one that I belong to
[Chorus]
The sweetest devotion
Hit me like an explosion
All of my life, I've been frozen
The sweetest devotion I know
[Verse 2]
I'll forever be whatever you want me to be
I'll go under and all over for your clarity
When you wonder if I'm gonna lose my way home
Just remember, that come whatever, I'll be yours all along
[Pre-Chorus]
I wasn't ready then, I'm ready now
I'm heading straight for you
You will only be eternally
The one that I belong to
[Chorus]
The sweetest devotion
Hit me like an explosion
All of my life, I've been frozen
The sweetest devotion I know
[Bridge]
I've been looking for you, baby
In every face that I've ever known
And there is something 'bout the way you love me
That finally feels like home
You're my light, you're my darkness
You're the right kind of madness
You're my hope, you're my despair
You're my scope of everything, everywhere
[Chorus]
The sweetest devotion
Hit me like an explosion
All of my life, I've been frozen
The sweetest devotion I know
[Outro]
Sweetest, it's the sweetest
Sweetest, it's the sweetest
Sweetest, it's the sweetest
Sweetest, it's the sweetest devotion
TRACK 12: Can't Let Go
[Verse 1]
When did it go wrong? I will never know
I have loved you all my life
How did it slow down? I go round and around
Thinking about it all the time
[Pre-Chorus]
I gave you heaven on a platter, baby
I gave you everything you never gave me
I never lied and I never faked it
Only wanted for you to save me
This love, it ain't over yet
There's too much that I haven't said
[Chorus]
Did you find the note that I wrote?
I hid it in the seam of your coat
It was hard to write with a lump in my throat
Do you even know that I can't let go?
[Verse 2]
Why were you so cold? Let the truth be told
Tell me, was it all for the thrill?
What was I thinking? I gave you everything
But you still went for the kill
[Pre-Chorus]
I gave you heaven on a platter, baby
I gave you everything you never gave me
I never lied and I never faked it
Only wanted for you to save me
[Chorus]
Did you find the note that I wrote?
I hid it in the seam of your coat
It was hard to write with a lump in my throat
Do you even know that I can't let go?
[Bridge]
Ooh, sometimes I feel like I'm in the dark
Ooh, I thought I'd die in your arms
[Chorus]
Did you find the note that I wrote?
I hid it in the seam of your coat
It was hard to write, I had a lump in my throat
Do you even know that I can't let go?
[Outro]
Hope you know, I won't let go
TRACK 13: Lay Me Down
[Verse 1]
I would never lie to you unless you tell me to
Every part of me, all my words to hold
And hold against me, why won't you let it be?
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you ever say my love, "open up your heart"
No I'm not gonna do it standing up
The words don't come out right when you're right in front of me
Help me baby, won't you turn off the lights
[Chorus]
Lay me down ('til the morning)
Lay me down (through the night)
Lay me down (I can fall in)
Lay me down (Won’t you)
Lay me down (I can baby)
Lay me down (Someone believe me)
[Verse 2]
I would never break the rules unless you tell me to
You can read my mind, be it truth or lies
Lie down beside me, why won't you let it be?
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't you ever say my love opened up your heart
No I'm not gonna do it standing up
The words don't come out right when you're right in front of me
Help me baby, won't you turn off the lights
[Chorus]
Lay me down ('til the morning)
Lay me down (through the night)
Lay me down (I can fall in)
Lay me down (Won't you)
Lay me down (I can baby)
Lay me down (Someone believe me)
[Bridge]
Lay down with me
Lay down with me
Lay down with me
Lay down with me
[Pre-Chorus]
Words don't come out right when you're right in front of me
Help me baby, won't you turn off the lights
[Chorus]
Lay me down ('til the morning)
Lay me down (through the night)
Lay me down (I can fall in)
Lay me down (Won't you)
Lay me down (I can baby)
Lay me down (Someone believe me)
TRACK 14: Why Do You Love Me
[Intro]
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me?
[Verse 1]
Why do you love me?
There must be something in the water
'Cause, baby, I'm in deeper than I knew
How do you keep me coming back for more
After all we've been through?
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't decide if I should run and hide
[Chorus]
It's above and beyond me, it's out of my hands
Your love drives me crazy, it's hard to understand
Just why I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
[Verse 2]
Who knows why I love you
It could be something in the air I breathe
Whatever it is, I depend on it
And where does the time go?
I spend every single moment daydreaming of you
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't describe how I feel, it feels right
[Chorus]
It's above and beyond me, it's out of my hands
Your love drives me crazy, it's hard to understand
Just why I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
[Bridge]
You were a shot in the dark that blew me away
And you left your mark, and it never will fade
You've ignited a spark, let the fires away
Are you ready, ready?
You have a place in my heart that will always be yours
You are the peak and art of my universe
Every piece and part, you were the first
I am ready, ready
[Chorus]
It's above and beyond me, it's out of my hands
Your love drives me crazy, it's hard to understand
Just why I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you
[Chorus]
It's above and beyond me, it's out of my hands
Your love drives me crazy, it's hard to understand
Just why I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
[Outro]
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
Why do you love me, do you love me?
2023.06.06 05:29 lake-show1 I've been doing this for about a month now, averaging about $30-35/hour ($100/day) before expenses. Just some takeaways from this experience and a couple of questions to the community.
Been lurking for quite some time but just want to say thank you to this sub. Read a lot before I got started on what to do and what not to do so just wanted to share my experience. I work a normal 9-5 and after separating with my wife I had a lot more time on my hands and wanted to try some gig work to supplement my income. I'm sure I don't have to say it but I'll just say it anyways but this is an extremely small sample size so maybe it was just a lucky month for me.
Satisfaction rating: 100% (57 customer ratings) / Acceptance rate: 18% / Cancelation rate: 0% / 145 deliveries
Takeaways:
-If you want tips, just do your job quickly and efficiently and don't bother the customer unless you have to (ex. updating a customer because you're waiting at a restaurant for longer than 5 mins). I've see a lot of cringeworthy posts on here where people are trying to have a full on conversation with the person their delivering to or if its a leave at door delivery, they'll leave a message or in the notes about how important it is to tip. Most people just want their food delivered in a timely manner, they don't care about your life story, why you're doing it, etc. Just stay professional, try to do it in a quick and timely manner and follow the delivery instructions.
-Fast food makes up a good portion of your earnings. I honestly enjoy orders from McDonalds, Subway, and Taco bell when the lobby is open. Orders are always packed nicely and while you may have to wait a bit sometimes, it's nothing too crazy. I think the only place to avoid is KFC, Popeyes, Chick-fil-A and fast casual restaurants such as BWW, Wingstop, etc. For some reason it's always an extended wait at these places and I have to go out of my way to update the customer that it's busy there and I'm still waiting for their food.
-Boosts/boosted area is very misleading. It's just a way to get people to do UE at non-peak hours because it advertises some crazy boost (sometimes up to 3x in my area) and on top of that they cut the base fees up to almost 75% before making it up with their promotion to trick people into doing it at these hours. I tried it once thinking this was going to be amazing but after two deliveries realized what they were doing and called it a night.
-In my experience highly dense areas while much more difficult to pickup/deliver in (no parking, high rise condos with asshole securities) are much more worth it than driving further out to a suburb. Not sure what it is but they also seem to just tip better.
-I know people focus more on the per hour aspect of gig work but for me I just set a goal of $100 every time I go out and that seems more achievable than shooting for the stars ($40/hour) and grinding it out like that. I typically do it for about 3 hours sometimes a little over from 7pm-10pm about 8-10 deliveries during that timespan.
Questions:
How do you guys go about stacking orders or taking on orders with multiple deliveries/pickup spots? The way I've been approaching this so far has been I normally don't accept orders with 2+ deliveries and I'll typically only stack to a current delivery if it's from the same restaurant that way I'm not holding on to someone's food for much longer and risking it going cold or having the customer wait even longer which could lead to people reducing the tip. (haven't been tip baited yet surprisingly)
Do people who do gig work just try to downplay how much they can actually make to avoid an influx of new drivers coming in and "taking" work away from them? I've noticed anytime I ran into another UE or DD driver who wanted to engage in a conversation while waiting they'd always have the same spiel about how slow it is and how something has changed and they'll talk about how good it was during COVID.
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Satisfaction rating: 100% (57 customer ratings) / Acceptance rate: 18% / Cancelation rate: 0% / 145 deliveries
Takeaways:
-If you want tips, just do your job quickly and efficiently and don't bother the customer unless you have to (ex. updating a customer because you're waiting at a restaurant for longer than 5 mins). I've see a lot of cringeworthy posts on here where people are trying to have a full on conversation with the person their delivering to or if its a leave at door delivery, they'll leave a message or in the notes about how important it is to tip. Most people just want their food delivered in a timely manner, they don't care about your life story, why you're doing it, etc. Just stay professional, try to do it in a quick and timely manner and follow the delivery instructions.
-Fast food makes up a good portion of your earnings. I honestly enjoy orders from McDonalds, Subway, and Taco bell when the lobby is open. Orders are always packed nicely and while you may have to wait a bit sometimes, it's nothing too crazy. I think the only place to avoid is KFC, Popeyes, Chick-fil-A and fast casual restaurants such as BWW, Wingstop, etc. For some reason it's always an extended wait at these places and I have to go out of my way to update the customer that it's busy there and I'm still waiting for their food.
-Boosts/boosted area is very misleading. It's just a way to get people to do UE at non-peak hours because it advertises some crazy boost (sometimes up to 3x in my area) and on top of that they cut the base fees up to almost 75% before making it up with their promotion to trick people into doing it at these hours. I tried it once thinking this was going to be amazing but after two deliveries realized what they were doing and called it a night.
-In my experience highly dense areas while much more difficult to pickup/deliver in (no parking, high rise condos with asshole securities) are much more worth it than driving further out to a suburb. Not sure what it is but they also seem to just tip better.
-I know people focus more on the per hour aspect of gig work but for me I just set a goal of $100 every time I go out and that seems more achievable than shooting for the stars ($40/hour) and grinding it out like that. I typically do it for about 3 hours sometimes a little over from 7pm-10pm about 8-10 deliveries during that timespan.
Questions:
How do you guys go about stacking orders or taking on orders with multiple deliveries/pickup spots? The way I've been approaching this so far has been I normally don't accept orders with 2+ deliveries and I'll typically only stack to a current delivery if it's from the same restaurant that way I'm not holding on to someone's food for much longer and risking it going cold or having the customer wait even longer which could lead to people reducing the tip. (haven't been tip baited yet surprisingly)
Do people who do gig work just try to downplay how much they can actually make to avoid an influx of new drivers coming in and "taking" work away from them? I've noticed anytime I ran into another UE or DD driver who wanted to engage in a conversation while waiting they'd always have the same spiel about how slow it is and how something has changed and they'll talk about how good it was during COVID.