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2015.03.06 20:40 Trevor_Skies General Info of AZ the Comedy Scene

Arizona has been a growing place to do stand-up with plenty of places to get stage time as well as many alternative comedy shows for those seeking a new writing perspective in general. This subreddit is for those willing to graciously share new sign-up-and-go open mics in the area or any show in general. If your brave enough post your set and ask for critiques. Personally I'm not a fan of taking it too seriously but maybe thats hubris.
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2023.06.06 05:43 DDoubleBlinDD Everyone's a Catgirl! Ch. 218: Falling Shadow

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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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2023.06.06 05:43 friedpickles_22 struggling at new internship

I’m not sure if i’m being dramatic and whether or not reaching out the HR team in charge of interns is a smart move. I was hired as an intern for a specific department and was told during the hiring process that interns, along with the rest of the team work normal hours and virtually twice a week. I show up the first day and while nearly every other intern gets to stay in the main office and network with each other and attend cool events, my summer project places me in a warehouse. I’m the only intern there working whack hours to match the production shifts and it’s fully in person. I was not hired to work in manufacturing. I feel like I’m not getting the same intern experience as everyone else, I’m missing out on all the cool perks, and I have less of an opportunity to network. My boss has been super nice, but doesn’t offer much guidance and I don’t see my project going very well. I want to reach out to the HR team in charge of interns and express how isolated I feel to see if there’s anything they can do, but I’m nervous it will backfire. Any advice would be helpful
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2023.06.06 05:42 sweetquail77 Girls , Have you ever been obsessed by another girl ?

TL;DR - My junior a legit female is just obsessed over me to the point i’m writing this post xd.
So there is this girl she’s like 2 years younger than me and she just likes me ( more like obsessive over me ) so much sometimes i think even more than my future husband/ boyfriend Xd.
So a year back i got this text & request from a girl after checking her pfp i thought she must be a junior because i may have seen her in school i accepted the req , didn’t follow back ( didn’t feel like it ).
After accepting her request she literally spam my inbox with “hii” “hii didi” “helloo didi” “hii” “aap kese ho?” i thought it must be a guy or she must have some urgent request from me lmao bc i know no girl who would text like that i followed her back and it was legit a girl ( she use to post and upload stories almost daily ) and i remember i shared school bus with her when we were really young maybe.
I’m in general nice to everyone i texted her thought she might stop at some point but she just didn’t stop adoring me man like it was kinda creepy and sweet at the same time bc it has never happened to me & i’m the most avg gal evaaa. So i kept asking her “do you want something from me?” “do you want me to recommend your name to some competition or something ? ” ( i was deputy cultural incharge at the time ) she said “no didi i want you” and i was like “ehen?” it was getting weirder and weirder with more i interact with her so i told my bestfriend of that time she wasn’t believing me how can a girl be that weird & nice to me lmao. She said to just ignore her which i was already doing but she use to litreally spam me with 10messages at one point , I literally use to reply very dry & rude but seemed like she didn’t gave 2 flying fucks about it T-T , she use to ( still do ) litreally tell me how her day went / how is she managing her studies etc without even questioning it , i told her you’re annoying as fuck please stop texting me & made her understand instead of wasting time texting me focus on real life things she agreed but didn’t stop honestly , i texted her sane sister about it she told me to ignore her & she is sorry about her behaviour, she told their parents about it she got scolded by her parents lmao which she conveyed to me & i blocked her.
She made another account & kept on apologising i litreally snitched on to her & i was like BROOOOOOOO? , She use to do the same thing with her new account now i didn’t even bother to reply her and i was going through some exam and shit so i deactivated my instagram.
Few days after i got a text & a call on Whatsapp from her and i was like WHOOO THEE FUCK GAVE HER MY NUMBER? Apparently she close near my ex bestfriend & she did man i was so furious literally cursed her because it’s just so creepyyyyyyyggyg next whats worse you can expect she came to my home ( my ex bestie gave her my address) as she apprantly wanted to “meet” me to “apologise” We met for like 20 mins ig i can’t be rude on face idk y also she’s just younger , stupid & cringey than me & after she came into my house before going out she came in for a hug kissed me on my cheeks 😭😭😭. I WAS SPEECHLESS
I told this to my bestfriend of that time & she literally died laughing & told me to we’ll meet tomorrow i’ll curse her from your account and i was like “fine” lmao idc. 💀
We both did bc i was kinda eeked also surprised/ shocked by that , yk wat she did she apologised to me for that , genuinely felt bad for her ngl , so now i don’t even open her texts i just give her dryest replies i possibly could & act like idc but lemme tell you she appreciates me alot that no one has ever did lmao, She acts the same way tho & idts she gives fucks about how i react lmao 😭. She still spams me with texts , i have stopped giving fucks about her. Also, did i mention she even edits of me T-T.
I’m writing this post bc yesterday she texted me she’s in amritsar and wanted us to facetime because she wanted to show me around.🗿
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2023.06.06 05:42 Recycled_Human_Flesh [Friendship][Relatiinship] 53M-Ky

Title says it all. No scammers. Please be real. Looking for my soulmate.
I’m exMilitary, pretty good cook, half-decent guitarist, allergic to cats, plays video games, loves pizza.
Please do not ask me where I work(or how much I make)or you will get blocked. I do have a full-time (legit) job that I’ve been working at for 19 years. If we get to know eachother well enough then I may tell you where I work, until then don’t ask.
Dm if serious only.
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2023.06.06 05:42 jugouvea Time to leave?

We have been on ups and downs for almost 3 years now. I am not sure what “episodes” mean anymore because even with him being stable now it is always so fragile.. like if I say the wrong thing he gets so mad and yelling a lot
he was never totally delusional or near hospitalization (Well, he did got hospitalized but for drug addiction) Since the diagnosis we were fighting most of the time (we did have our good moments of course) and our problems are always about my behavior. It feels like everything is about me, not loving him not the great partner, not sacrificing for him…
He got out from the addiction hospitalization as a “totally different” person, as if the miracle we (BPSOs) dream so much about had happened. But 5 months go bye and Either he loves me so much and I am a goddess either he despise me and I am awful and we deserve better.
we were great for a month but he started complaining again and I started complaining a lot also, since my needs are not being met (as in more quality time for us as a couple without his kids or planning a kid that is ours and him being totally broke and we having to give up on our apartment). I “wish” that I could be happy with him without setting him off with my desires of seeing friends or wanting something that he does not agree I should. But im having lot of problems with our future landscape and this made him want to divorce again. (He used to use the divorce card a lot before).
Should I go on for a separation since he is not able to handle my demands without outbursts? Should I leave because him being bankrupt can not settle us well anymore and make us unable to plan a baby until he manages to sell his businnes (that could take a while? Im so lost and so sad, please help. I love him when he is being kind to me and doing things to make me importante but unfortunately that like less then 50% of the time. Am I being bichy on my complains?
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2023.06.06 05:42 Sad-Bluebird-2244 5 years “diagnosed”

So I got preliminarily diagnosed with endometriosis by my GYN when I was 25. Saw a specialist, they wrote me off. Decided to live with it vs having the exploratory/laparoscopic surgery to confirm it. I had I don’t even know how many ultrasounds that came back “normal” but almost always with ovarian cysts.
I’ve had multiple hemorrhagic cysts, and severe pain to the point where I couldn’t walk. I’ve bled during my period to the point I’ve almost fainted. Passed huge clots, etc. I’m now almost 30.
In the past few years I’ve developed cysts on my vulva and neain my vagina. They are painful and filled with blood or fluid and have become way more common in recent months. I always thought this was a separate issue but I finally looked it up tonight and it appears it is a “rare” symptom of endo.
Honestly just looking to see if someone else has had this, and even more so wanting advice how to get doctors to actually listen to me and not write me off…
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2023.06.06 05:41 Few_Neighborhood3425 24 [M4M] down for car play ;)

Me: 5’8 166lbs Filipino living in SJ near Milpitas. I know a spot Please be around my age ;) Dm for snap
Asians++ hit me up
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2023.06.06 05:41 OouoOoUoOu I require assistance with pvp stuff

So, I've been trying to get the Deadeye title for the past few weeks. And I've ran into an issue that is severely impacting my ability to want to continue and even to attempt pvp any more. The shotgun triumph "close encounters". This singular triumph has cost me 43 consecutive hours of near non-stop crucible (every time I played d2 I would do it, obviously I wouldn't spend the full time just sweating over it) and a (possibly) broken right hand. I have read all there is to read, looked at all the possible videos, and read all the guides there are to see if there is a way to accomplish this triumph. And I did, 17 times in fact. But for whatever reason, it would never count as a completion (yes all kills were within the time limit and within the distance, I know because I was practically inside all of my opponents when it happened) does anyone know what may be causing this (bug?) To happen? And if anyone else has run into this what have you done? Because frankly I enjoy crucible quite a bit. But this one part is ruining it quite severely. And I know you can say "just don't do it" or "play something else". But this would be my first title in my entire time of playing (since launch pretty much) and it is genuinely ruining my experience. If anyone has any advice or anything please provide it and thanks in advance.
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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.
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“...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.
This is for fun. Can’t you just have fun?
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2023.06.06 05:41 sofi-ribe Weird glitch

Hello, friends. Today I encountered a really weird bug or glitch or event that has happened before, and every time it happens, I'm never really sure what to do and I'm always so curious as to why it's happening. IM LOSING MY MIND
Like I said, it has happened before, and it's always when I'm playing after midnight and before 5AM. Basically, most of the people in those games seem to be AFK. They never exit the game, surrender or anything, but they don't move, often they buy really random characters and position them in ways that don't make sense, like putting the squishiest characters in front and tanks in the back. Also, they never pick up the orbs, and they don't equip the characters with items either. And it's super weird, because there is definitely at least a couple of other people who are actually playing the match I'm currently playing, because I can see them buying characters and positioning them, but they don't move during the carousel, and again, they are not equipping any items and the position MAKES NO SENSE. The comps are near nonsensical as well.
I seem to be the only one actually playing, so it's kind of frustrating. And it's so weird. I have no idea why it happens. Honestly, it's a little bit creepy. And it's happened quite a few times. Sometimes only like 4 out of 8 people seem to load the game and be playing normally, sometimes it's just 2 people, sometimes it's just me. As I'm writing this post, the match I was playing only had me playing the full game. I sent a message in the chat, but nobody answered.
I have few ideas as to why that could be happening. Maybe it's a server glitch and somehow I'm the only person who's managed to load the match properly, and that would explain maybe why only a fraction of the people load sometimes, maybe it's a server glitch that's kind of unpredictable. One of my friends mentioned someone could be using some type of hack to get an advantage (I'm sure there's a proper gamer name for that), but that doesn't make much sense to me, because I only play normal games, I almost never play ranked. So why would someone be cheating in a normal game? And why would it not affect me? Could a third party have put something bad in my account without me knowing? Why would anybody put something malicious in a random ass low rank account? And why does it only happen after midnight? Could it be some sort of bot? Or people doing it deliberately? I have so many questions.
I'm very much a super casual gamer, I pretty much only play TFT and I'm not exactly knowledgeable about computers, so I have no idea why the maybe-glitch happens. The exclamation mark in the top of the server doesn't say anything about the server being glitchy or any maintenance either.
Oh, and I'm playing in the BR server, by the way. Has anybody ever experienced that?? Am I losing my mind? Is my account haunted or something? I'm gonna play another match right after this one to see if it happens again.
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2023.06.06 05:40 TruthICantSay It’s just a business

In the end it’s okay to look out for number one and leave, I just want to remind everyone that the people that pick up are paid hourly and don’t make nearly enough to take the brunt of your anger. I spoke at length with a rep today and as I told him, I want to be loyal but I gotta do what’s best for me. I’ve done customer service and I know enough that the people that pick up barely have any power and their managers are peons too, so I implore all of you. Do not take it out on them, it sucks to take the heat for a companies shitty decisions when you’re just trying to do your job and eat like the rest of us. If you’re going to leave, just do it. Don’t take it out on a stranger.
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2023.06.06 05:39 Alarmed-Investment14 Found what seems to be an injured Crow. What to do?

Hey everyone. I found what appears to be an injured crow (IC) walking around on its feet near the apartment complex while I was smoking. I thought it was cool that it hung around. I observed that it was going underneath the bush but then out again, and I hear dlittle birds chirping and thought maybe it has lost its baby. However it was just those chicadees.
The crow approached me a little but didn't get too close and even allowed another person to pass by without flying away. IC then crossed the street.
I then noticed two other crows perch on a nearby street sign. One of them came down and started approaching IC.
I thought maybe they would maybe, but as I watched it seemed that the crow was badgering IC. IC hopped away into the tall grass to get away and I helped by clapping my hands in increasing volumes.
IC seems safe for now.
*Actually as. Writing the crows came back with a third. What's happening?
Anyway, who can I call to help this crow? Will it even be attended to?
TLDR: found injured crow being harassed by other crows. Who can I call to help?
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2023.06.06 05:36 LaDolphin 2 years ago, it was EVs. Now, it's AI. What's the next big industry to blow up?

Tell me what you see in your crystal ball,
O clairvoyant, with your mystical call.
As a demigod, seeking truth from the divine,
Reveal the secrets, the sacred designs.
Does destiny's tapestry unfold before your gaze?
Can you decipher the celestial maze?
Are there cosmic whispers, untold tales,
In the ethereal mist, where truth prevails?
Speak of ancient realms, gods and their lore,
Of heroes who battled, forevermore.
Are there prophecies etched in its gleaming sphere?
Tell me, clairvoyant, what future draws near?
Does it reveal a world engulfed in strife,
Or a path of harmony, where all unite?
Is there a beacon of hope, a guiding light,
To lead us from darkness, to banish the night?
Do you glimpse the rise of empires grand,
Or crumbling civilizations, lost in sand?
Will love and compassion reign supreme,
Or be overshadowed by an endless stream?
Speak, clairvoyant, for I seek the truth divine,
In your crystal ball, where destinies intertwine.
Reveal the wisdom, hidden from mortal eyes,
Unveil the secrets, beneath celestial skies.
For as a demigod, I yearn to understand,
The mystical forces that shape this land.
In your visions, lies the key to unlock,
The mysteries of life, the enigma we stalk.
So, clairvoyant, heed my plea,
Peer into the crystal ball, and let us see,
The path that beckons, the future's call,
Tell me what you see in your mystical ball.
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2023.06.06 05:35 Seven0nAGoodDay 27 [f4a] lunch/cofee makati

Hi there! Anybody free today? My office is near Ayala North Exchange. Been thinking of getting ramen for lunch and drinks afterwards/coffee lol :)
Hit me up if you're free and around the area.
Poblacion/ayala area.
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2023.06.06 05:34 DCTJBH Cameron Robbins

Cameron Robbins
I have watched hours-and-hours of footage and posts surrounding the unfortunate, horrible situation. In my opinion, even with all the slowing down and brightening of photos and videos there is still not 100% definitive visual proof of shark(s) in the water. I believe I see them, but the contrary opinion of waves, pixels, or kicks are just too entirely possible to rule out. That being said, it took me days of “research” to form my final opinion. I have applied some logic and application of facts that lead me to believe that we are absolutely witnessing a shark(s) attack in real time. I haven’t seen anyone with my exact theories so I will make my first ever Reddit post and/or comment.
1) so many are asking why no other videos or first hand eye witnesses commenting. They are obviously being suppressed. The reason we see the one video is because it is on snapchat which was likely sent out “Live” rather than recorded and posted later. It was sent out before they even “knew” what exactly happened. I also believe the fact that the video we have all seen does not DEFINITIVELY show proof of what happened is another reason the poster initially posted in the first place. He may not have initially known when posting what he was actually posting. Obviously, the authorities, the cruise ships operating company, and other important figures have a million reasons to minimize or hide the absolute proof of sharks rather than the juvenile bad decision “lost at sea” theory. The idea of a shark attack like this is much more damaging to their businesses and imagine than a kid lost at sea due to his own bad decision. What if an innocent tourist accidentally falls in the water on their cruise, should they expect to be instant shark bait? See how it could benefit some to hide it? Also, it provides the family with a teeny tiny bit of privacy and decency to leave the shark inevitability out of it as well. It’s not as vicious to think about him dying via shark rather than not violently to the sea. Once authorities, powerful companies, and the victims families all have reason to suppress evidence and proof, they have a lot of threatening power they can use on teens that “leak” the truth. The teens were likely asked to wipe or clean video evidence and told to stay mum on the situation to avoid lawsuits. It benefits absolutely nobody to admit it was a shark attack.
2) I have seen this point a few places but it’s the most definitive proof in my mind he was killed by sharks. People (onlookers) do not react in such a terrifyingly, horrifying way as they do in this video if someone voluntarily jumps in to a body of water. Even with the possibility that some have mentioned that the current washes him away to never be found again is not an immediate thought that would require nearly every onlooker to scream as frighteningly and terrifying as the woman in the distance is screaming as well as almost everybody we hear. I’m a 34 year old father of 3 that considers myself fairly common sensical and the thought you could jump off a deck boat and disappear simply due to current and never be seen again wouldn’t even cross my mind until way after the reality the person was gone set in. These people let out deathly screams immediately upon seeing “something”. They all clearly saw something that this video doesn’t (clearly) see. That being said, the “bye bye” guys comment would need major explanation for me to make sense of that. That is quite possibly the least sensitive thing you could say witnessing something like that, regardless what happened.
3) I believe that each time a shark or sharks clearly breach the water and/or attack is when the camera pans out of focus. If you have ever been trying to film something and instead of watching your camera your eyes focus to the actual action, you lose focus on your camera. I’m pretty sure that’s what happens on all three pans here. The action in the water in those moments caused his attention to focus there rather than his phone. You can hear the moment the screams turn from exhilaration in a good way (holy shit bro just jumped!) to exhilaration in a bad way (holy shit, there’s something in the water with him)!
Would love to know your thoughts on my theories.
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2023.06.06 05:34 Lummah I crawled to the finish

I crawled to the finish
Going from 98 to 95 over and over and over and over again does a number on your confidence.

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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.
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2023.06.06 05:34 redraiden3 Am I explaining or using ADHD as an excuse?

I recently had a breakup of a relationship that was nearly two years long. Over a three week period, I presented links of articles to my ex in what I felt was an attempt to explain (not excuse) how ADHD has affected my life and our relationship. I fully accept that I wasn't managing my condition for almost 20 years and how I got to this point. I'm aware there were times it seemed I was inattentive to her needs or I didn't express interest in her ideas but I feel that my (unmanaged) ADHD didn't allow me to fully engage in those situations.
I.e. Planning date ideas such as going to concerts (I've never been to a single one, never been a fan of live music but I was open to the idea of going to one with her) Or her having an emotional situation and I say something she feels is inconsiderate even though I believe it to be a positive aspect of her. (I'll explain more if asked about this situation in the comments)
Even now as I write this, I get this feeling in my gut that my ADHD was to blame because my intentions and perceived actions weren't in alignment.
So was it ADHD or not? I want be clear where the fault truly lies for my own growth and sanity.
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2023.06.06 05:34 cyberdoritos I was in a car crash with my friends and boyfriend. We're fine but I cannot stop thinking about it.

Trigger warning; car accident;
A bus hit us, the car's side where there were me, my boyfriend and our friend. Somehow we all are fine and none's hurt, but I can't stop thinking about seeing the front of the bus, me hugging my boyfriend trying to protect him and all I could thought was: "my God, [our friend's name]" because it mostly hit him. Luckily and I truly don't know how, he didn't get any hurt... We still don't know how.
I don't know how to feel.
My boyfriend, as always, took care of me. After sometime, I dissociated a bit and that's it. I got really dizzy. I started acting childish, making morbid jokes and saying nonsense things. Episodes like that has happened before (me having lapses), but this one was harder. I started acting restless and honestly I don't remember everything.
I can recall some moments 40 minutes after the collision, my boyfriend took me to a place so we could drink watesoda and rest. I know now he noticed. I cannot remember everything during our walk, but I can remember him saying everything we were doing like an instruction ("well, now we're crossing the street", "take care, hold my hand") and he laughing over something I don't remember I said, things like this.
I don't know how to feel. I keep rewatching the scene of me holding him harder and the bus appearing near and nearer. I cannot stop thinking about this. He was almost sleeping while laying his head on my shoulder.
The worst part is to think that before everything, I was sitting in the place where my friend was. We changed because I got out the car for some reason then he asked me to sit there (right side, passenger seat). Then my boyfriend said he'd go in the middle and I sat in the left side. The bus hit right in the place where I was.
It's weird. I feel weird. I didn't see "my whole life in front of my eyes", but I understand that a single different move could've ended us. I don't realize that we were lucky, I can't remember everything. It's feeling weird. I need to take it off my chest even though it's very recent.
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2023.06.06 05:34 Anonymous1342221222 AITA for not wanting to give my mom money to pay her bills?

Back story: My mom has never been great with managing her money so things have always been tight. With the prices of everything going up it really hasn’t helped. I’ve worked since I was 14 (I am now 16) and have always helped her with a bill or two.
When I first started working at 14 I was making $9/hr and was being paid about $300 biweekly. Then I was only paying $50 every month for my portion of the phone bill. Later on I started working at McDonald’s making $12/hr and about $400 biweekly. I was still only having to pay $50 a month for my portion of the phone bill. I’m now 16 and in April I began working at Walmart making 16/hr and about $600-$700 biweekly. I’m now having to pay $60 for my portion of the phone bill and around $50 for the water bill. So I’m paying around $110 a month. Recently my mom has borrowed $650 (nearly an entire paycheck) from me and today asked if I could pay the entire phone bill which is almost $200 and she would pay me back on top of the $650 she already owes me. I’m honestly not comfortable lending anymore money to her until she pays me back the money she already owes me. I’m not sure what to tell her. AITA?
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2023.06.06 05:34 QuietAffectionate140 Anyone near cincy? dm me

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2023.06.06 05:33 Wonksbear 47 [M4F] East Coast/online. I love having someone to get to know and love the idea of a long friendship. Is that you?

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2023.06.06 05:33 CSDragon Does Sarina become more relevant to Ruby's story?

I'm only a few episodes in right now, but so far it feels like the only reason for Ruby to have been Sarina before, is so that Aqua would have someone to talk to over the course of the first episode.
Gorou is extremely important to Aqua's story, because he really never stopped being Gorou, a doctor and more importantly, an adult. Aqua couldn't have done the things he did without being Gorou, nor would he have nearly the same motivation since he wouldn't have been his father's first victim. It also affects his relationships with others since he isn't quite comfortable being an adult making friends with children his physical age.
But Sarina was 12 when she died. By the end of the prologue Ruby has spent more time as Ruby than she ever did as Sarina. And despite having lived 26 years her mental age is pretty much the same as her physical age. Sarina's backstory doesn't really add a whole lot to her character either. Does she want to be a dancer and idol because she was denied a functioning body as Sarina? No, there was one scene about Ai helping her get over her muscle memory, and her actual motivation is to Ai proud. Heck, she mostly wants to forget her past as Sarina since it was a tragic life.
And to top it all off, nobody knows or cares that she even had a past life. In 14 years Aqua never pressed further than "oh you're reincarnated too". The biggest justification for Ruby being Serina would be being able to reconnect her friendship with Gorou
Don't get me wrong, I like both Ruby and Serina, and I wouldn't want to see either of them removed. But I also wonder how different the story would be if they were completely separate characters, and Ruby was a normal child, not a reincarnation.
I have been told that Serina will be getting some attention soon in the manga, but does it actually take 119 chapters for Serina to matter to Ruby's story?
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