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2023.06.04 15:02 callicocallie 6/4/23 - ISO, Selling, and Trading Megathread

***The two separate weekly threads that were going on in this subreddit have been merged for now. Feel free to comment any separate or combined ISOs, items for sale, and items for trade on this weekly post.**\*

All ISO related posts should be commented in this megathread from now on. Individual ISO posts will be removed.

Please review the selling & trading rules before commenting. As a reminder, your Reddit account should be at least one month old if you want to sell or trade.
The basic rules are (but PLEASE review the full rules):
There are a lot of scammers out there or bad sellers so these rules are in place to help protect the members of this subreddit. There are new members joining every day and some people are completely new to Reddit. No worries if you make some mistakes. PLEASE be wary about selling or trading to ANYONE who does not want to follow these rules (i.e. not uploading a photo and listing a clear price).
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2023.06.04 14:47 LChris24 Major Duels/Fights That Could Happen (Spoilers Extended)

Major Duels/Fights That Could Happen

I thought it would be fun to come up with a list of some of the major duels/fights that have a good chance of happening (or at least some potential foreshadowing). Obviously not all of these will end up taking place, but I've posted about most of these individually at some point, so I thought it would be fun to group them together.
If interested: Named Characters Killed by Individuals in Combat
Ser Gregor Clegane & Ser Loras Tyrell
Gregor Clegane and Loras Tyrell have already:
If interested: Gregor Clegane v. Loras Tyrell
Ser Rolly Duckfield & Lord Lorent Caswell
Rolly Duckfield (who we meet as one of Tyrion's companions aboard the Shy Maid) grew up in service to Lorent's father and was forced to flee and join the Golden Company.
If interested: Rolly Duckfield/Lorent Caswell
House Swann's sigil is two swans combantant and while Ser Balon is a member of Tommen's kingsguard, his brother Ser Donnel has changed allegiances a few times. And while they aren't twins, we could see them battle to the death.
If interested: Swann vs. Swann: Ser Donnel the Constant
unAlliser Thorne vs. unJon
Before the mutiny at Castle Black, Jon had sent Ser Alliser beyond the Wall, and Ser Alliser legit responds with this:
Then you could hack off my head, same as you did for Slynt. I'll not give you that pleasure, bastard. You'd best pray that it's a wildling blade that kills me, though. The ones the Others kill don't stay dead … and they remember. I'm coming back, Lord Snow."
"I pray you do." Jon would never count Ser Alliser Thorne amongst his friends, but he was still a brother. No one ever said you had to like your brothers. -ADWD, Jon VI
If interested: Alliser Thorne's Destiny: Become a Wight/Try to Kill Jon Snow
Ramsay's Hounds vs. the Stark Direwolves
Not a duel/fight per se, but according to GRRM's thoughts on the show, we could potentially see a showdown between them in the books:
Speaking of which: Martin leaves a little note for the producers when writing about Ramsay’s flesh-eating hounds, whom we see hunting down a girl for sport.
[N.B. A note for future reference. A season or two down the line Ramsay’s pack of wolfhounds are going to be sent against the Stark direwolves, so we should build up the dogs as much as possible in this and subsequent episodes. SSM, Vanity Fair Article: 7 December 2018
If interested: The Stark Direwolves vs. Ramsay's Hounds
Ramsay Bolton vs. Jon Snow
We have the show to thank for this one as well (Battle of the Bastards), but it is worth noting that book Jon is a much better fighter than Ramsay:
"He fights for you," Reek blurted out. "He's strong." "Bulls are strong. Bears. I have seen my bastard fight. He is not entirely to blame. Reek was his tutor, the first Reek, and Reek was never trained at arms. Ramsay is ferocious, I will grant you, but he swings that sword like a butcher hacking meat." -ADWD, Reek III
If interested: Fighting Skill: Jon Snow vs. Ramsay Bolton & Other Perspectives of Ramsay Bolton
Ser Jaime Lannister (in general)
With the abandonment of the 5 year gap and the progression Jaime shows in the post I linked below, I think its quite feasible that Jaime has to use his left hand at some point (duel with Brienne, Lancel, Boros, etc.), my favorite potential foreshadowing of this, is this little throwaway line about his squire:
That night he and Ser Ilyn fought for three hours. It was one of his better nights. If they had been in earnest, Payne only would have killed him twice. Half a dozen deaths were more the rule, and some nights were worse than that. "If I keep at this for another year, I may be as good as Peck," Jaime declared -AFFC, Jaime VII
but if we remember Peck:
Next came four of lesser birth who had distinguished themselves in the fighting: the one-eyed knight Ser Philip Foote, who had slain Lord Bryce Caron in single combat; the freerider Lothor Brune, who'd cut his way through half a hundred Fossoway men-at-arms to capture Ser Jon of the green apple and kill Ser Bryan and Ser Edwyd of the red, thereby winning himself the name Lothor Apple-Eater; Willit, a grizzled man-at-arms in the service of Ser Harys Swyft, who'd pulled his master from beneath his dying horse and defended him against a dozen attackers; and a downy-cheeked squire named Josmyn Peckledon, who had killed two knights, wounded a third, and captured two more, though he could not have been more than fourteen. Willit was borne in on a litter, so grievous were his wounds. -ACOK, Sansa VIII
If interested: Hear Me Roar: Jaime Lannister's Left Hand
Areo Hotah v. Darkstar
Areo Hotah has already dispatched a POV character (Arys Oakheart) and the Camera that Rides is now headed to track down Dark Star with Obara Sand.
Only Ser Gerold Dayne had escaped unscathed. Darkstar. If Myrcella's horse had not shied at the last instant, his longsword would have opened her from chest to waist instead just taking off her ear. Dayne was her most grievous sin, the one that Arianne most regretted. With one stroke of his sword, he had changed her botched plot into something foul and bloody. If the gods were good, by now Obara Sand had treed him in his mountain fastness and put an end to him.
She said as much to Daemon Sand that first night, as they made camp. "Be careful what you pray for, princess," he replied."Darkstar could put an end to Lady Obara just as easily."
"She has Areo Hotah with her." Prince Doran's captain of guards had dispatched Ser Arys Oakheart with a single blow, though the Kingsguard were supposed to be the finest knights in all the realm. "No man can stand against Hotah."
"Is that what Darkstar is? A man?" Ser Daemon grimaced. "A man would not have done what he did to Princess Myrcella. Ser Gerold is more a viper than your uncle ever was. Prince Oberyn could see that he was poison, he said so more than once. It's just a pity that he never got around to killing him." -TWOW, Arianne I
If interested: The Showdown at High Hermitage
One of the more divisive theories in the fanbase is that of Sandor Clegane fighting his brother Gregor. While E+L have stated that they don't believe Cleganebowl will happen (although they have also said they won't change their stance on stuff publicly if they get new information):
No, the Cleganebowl theory -- specifically, the version that has the gravedigger formerly known as the Hound fighting a trial by combat against the necromantic experiment formerly known as Ser Gregor Clegane -- is not really going anywhere (though the two may well meet under other circumstances).
I tend to agree as I think that Sandor Clegane's plotline stays in the Riverlands (LSH and the BwB are hot on his trail and know he was the last one to see Arya alive).
That said we get it on the show (take that fwiw, as they were in deep with the fan service at that point) as well as get several quotes that could seemingly foreshadow a fight between them.
If interested: Trial by Combat: The Faith's Champion & Trials/Fights in King's Landing
Bloodraven & Bittersteel
Bloodraven and Bittersteel are known to have fought two duels::
While the details of their first duel are pretty well known, the information about their second duel is very scarce (we will likely get more info in a future D&E or Fire & Blood II). It can also be argued that we could end up with a third "duel" (war by proxy) between the two.
If interested: The Duels Between Bittersteel & Bloodraven
Dark Sister & Blackfyre
While neither Blackfyre/Dark Sister have been mentioned in the main series, they have met in duels on a couple occasions. While it is confirmed that Bloodraven took Dark Sister to the Wall with him, we haven't seen it since. Blackfyre was last seen with Bittersteel.
I think its quite likely that Illyrio acquired Blackfyre at some point and that it was a treasure that House Blackfyre maintained as some semblance of legitimacy.
If interested: Dark Sister & Blackfyre: Could They Meet Again?
Dany/Balerion & ???
Not really sure who (it could be anyone from Euron and whatever he is summoning/dragon to another character on dragonback.
That said we are to expect a Dance of the Dragons II in the series, and imo its not a real "dance" unless both sides have dragons.
If interested: Thoughts, Theories, Parallels on the Dance of the Dragons II
TLDR: Just like the title says, a list of duels/combat that I could happen (and that have some potential foreshadowing, etc. as well.
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2023.06.04 14:46 Kitchen-Feeling4931 Fun to drive, manual Dad car… AWD with a hatch. They don’t make them. HELP

Where can a guy find a family/dog friendly station wagon/hatch/crossovesuv that isn’t severely underpowered AND has a manual transmission? AWD would be ideal, but that is the first thing I would sacrifice. New or used. Your thoughts are appreciated and if you want to vent and complain like me feel free to do so in the comments. Give me a budget friendly option (25k-35k), a dream car, or convince me to get an automatic or sedan… or just tell me your idea of the best car on the market. Seems like a lot of newer cars with manual trans are more of a pain in the ass to drive then their automatic counterparts, just not fun unless they are sporty. I have not driven many new automatics. I hate the CVT in Hondas. Toyota Highlander has a decent automatic transmission.
Newer Subarus are really underpowered. Impreza RS next year would be nice if they didn’t take away the manual trans or if they made a WRX in wagon form again. RIP.
Acura Integra is a more expensive and not as nice (IMO) version of the civic hatch. Civic hatch seems overpriced for what it is. 2.0 is slow, but I would consider getting the 1.5 with a second set of wheels and snow tires.
GTIs are great, might be a little small for kids with rear facing car seats. Golf R is expensive, but has AWD. Would be scared to buy a used one because of how some people might drive them and take care of them. Don’t want a blown motor. Thoughts?
Alltracks are nice, but very hard to find, although it does feel like you’re driving in a bubble.
Audi wagons are beautiful, but impossible to find in manual with lower miles.
I have not driven a Corolla hatch. GR Corolla is just insanely marked up.
Not a fan of Jeeps. Have not driven a Bronco. Don’t really want a pickup truck. Can’t find a 2nd gen 4Runner with manual anywhere.
What am I missing? 0-60 preferably under a max of 7.5 seconds. Let it put you back in your seat at least a little bit.
As far as performance+luxury automatic go, it seems used Porsche Macans are surprisingly priced competitively. The new Prius looks nice, but can’t imagine myself driving it.
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2023.06.04 14:41 attackusfinch Purchases that have my ADHD heart happy

OK, I know buying things is not a great way to get dopamine. But sometimes I find something that just works in my life and I'm like I need to tell everyone how amazing this is and how this makes being a vaguely functional person a scintilla easier! But then I realize no one in my real life cares how I make it so I don't forget my shoes when I go to work in the morning (this really happened). So here are some of mine. I'd love to hear other peoples' best loved products that warm their little ADHD hearts.
Please share your fave products. I' d love to learn more!
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2023.06.04 14:36 Jumpy_Outside_2594 Short Story

The water patters down. I wonder if it's God crying on how much he has broken one of his children. For I am not a creature that was born, but a fire that was set. I stand alone looking up at the skies, feeling each drop like shards of glass cutting into my skin.
I close my eyes softly and spread my arms wide, envisioning that the sting of these cuts are not from daggers of desolation but currents from the caress of love. For who am I to know the difference? My chastity to another's devilish beauty does not permit me to be held by another, whilst my sanity does not let me return to her.
What a tragedy I have become? A mature mind yet a romantic heart. A walking contradiction I stand.
I try to look at the eyes of the others that walk past, if I can see my world in them. I see the ocean in one, foliage in the other and Earth in another. I am yet to see all three together - I saw them once a moon ago, but that was merely the devil's desire within me. No wonder whenever she sang my name, I looked over my left shoulder to hear where her voice came from. The truth be told in her eyes I saw enough Earth to be buried under, her embrace was just the bare grave for me to lay in. Yet I couldn't resist.
My hair drenches in the rain, the water trickles down from the roots to my nose. For a minute, I imagine the tip of her finger nail as sharp as a knife inching closer to wipe the droplet away. As it comes nearer and nearer, the sound of a revolver rolling and the sirens approaching audiates in my head. 'Sanity is overrated' my heart whispers in thirst. 'Hush, Hush, boy - how many more bullets can you call diamonds?' my mind reasons.
I clench my fists and fall to my knees. Oh Jupiter, Oh Odin, Oh Zeus is this why your statues were never erected along with a woman? For I have broken pieces of me to sculpt her and now I exhaust. I tuck my head in my lap and bow in submission.
A hand lays flat against my spine. A head presses on mine. I look up, I don't recognise her. Who is she?
Her hair, majestically sways down each fibre made with fine threads of heaven's silk. As the wind blows, her hair dances as though it had a life of its own, twirling in sync with the wind chimes like a ballerina lost in melody. I couldn't help but be mesmerised by her magnificence. A small streak untidily rests on her forehead, my hand tremors as I resist the urge to correct it for the fear of being scorched.
Her eyes, pearl bronze, I look into them and see stars from a hundred different galaxies twinkle - her magic is beyond my comprehension. Each star sparkling praises of her beauty. They glimmer like pools of liquid gold, with long, dark lashes that frame them perfectly. My mind says Medusa, but my heart says Athena.
Her nose, slender like the stem of a delicate flower. Tilted flawlessly laddered to paradise. It rises from her face with a gentle curve, like a wave breaking on the shore. The delicate bridge that supports it is as elegant as the strings of a harp, and its tip is as pointed and sharp as a sword.
Her lips, built from the softest rose petals, stretching so gracefully to smile. They are a luscious shade of pink, with hints of red from the ruby rocks of hell. Hidden, a power within them, holding the secrets of the universe.
Her cheeks, crafted from beige velvet, wrapped tightly around her jaw. They sit like beautiful canvases waiting to be painted. I must be careful. I must be careful. For my blood supply is now too meagre for me to dip a brush into.
A small beauty mark sits beside her lip, accentuating her features in a way that was august. It adds a touch of glamour and sophistication to her look, like a small but precious gem that had landed on her skin. Her only imperfection too was perfection.
If I had enough ink or life to write about her beauty. It would be a race on which would end first. For there is not enough ink or time to explain and if there was, neither could do justice.
She floats around me, and her warmth evaporates the dampness from my skin. Her halo umbrellas us both, and I gaze at her in awe, my pupils dilating in the presence of her radiance. She looks back at me and giggles like a sparrow on a summer's day, each sound causing my heart to skip a beat and my mind to falter.
"Beauty or Beast, which are you?" I implore her.
She giggles and looks away, gliding ahead just out of reach. She turns her head over her right shoulder and smiles at me with her eyes, simultaneously, she rests her right hand across her left shoulder and tauntingly dances her fingers on her clavicle.
Surrounded by darkness, her aura is the only thing that emits light. I limper to my feet and inch closer to her. She moves ahead with a gentle flight, turning back every so often to catch my eye. The intensity of her gaze fuels my adrenaline, urging me to follow her into the unknown.
I push myself until I can go no further. My muscles tire, and even with adrenaline coursing through my veins, my body can no longer sustain the effort. I collapse onto the unforgiving concrete road and close my eyes, giving in to the exhaustion that has overtaken me.
" I can...I cannot" I plead to her.
Her gentle laughter fills the air as she lays down beside me. With a feather-light touch, she traces her index and middle fingers over my forehead, down over my eyelids, and finally to my chin.
"But, you must." Alluringly she whispers.
As her words leave her lips, my mind is flooded with memories, each one flashing before my eyes like scenes from a movie. I see her nestled in my arms on a Himalayan mountaintop, tucking her head under my chin as we sit at the peak. I see us rowing a boat along the canals of Venice, the wind blowing her hair as she presses her nose against mine. I see us climbing the pyramids of Egypt, her eyes glistening with love as she looks back at me. I see us running hand-in-hand on the beaches of Bazaruto, our footprints marking a path of love in the sand. I see the colour of our hairs erode to the colour of the snow, that we once laid in our youth. I see us sitting on a weathered park bench, sharing a walking stick between us, as we watch others find their world.
As the vivid dreams fade away, I slowly open my eyes to the reality of the dimly lit street lamp shining down on me. I find myself lying all alone, the cold concrete sending shivers up my spine as the stones gently roll against my head. I remain still, feeling the ache of a beard grown out of the patience I have for her return. The leaves rustle around me, their whispers like cruel laughter echoing in the stillness of the night, a mocking chorus to my loneliness.
I look up at the darkened sky and yell "Oh Lord, I do not know if I am destined for Valhalla or Hades, the first one buried me. Let this one return to cremate me."
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2023.06.04 14:31 WisconsinHistoryGuy Entitled Students Thought They Were Playing Me. They Were ... Mistaken

Reposted from r\entitledpeople after someone suggested it would be enjoyed here.
I apologise for any typos - I'm on the phone and my autocorrect is drunk on power.
So, a few years ago I was teaching a private urban religious college. Since I only had my MS, I was thankful for the opportunity to teach and get the experience before I moved on for my PhD.
The school usually had me teach accelerated night courses which were aimed on non-traditional learners (read: adults going back to school after many years off). I loved my students and had a blast teaching them. I had some issues with a few here and there, bit generally my experiences were really positive.
But there WAS this one couple. Let's call them Hanna and Larry.
That semester I had been asked to cover a more traditional course at the last minute. Rather than being accelerated, it met three times a week, for an hour, all semester.
Furthermore, the last was very small - only about four students. Which would have been fine; small classes can be great (and a paycheck was a paycheck!), if it hadn't been for Hanna and Larry.
You see, this couple had attendance issues to put it mildly. They would show up to a class or two and then just vanish for a week or more with no word. Just when I suspected they were gone for good, they'd show up, usually with sole excuse or another (medical issues, car problems, work, etc).
At first I tried to be sympathetic - I always have the attitude that life happens, and when it rains it pours sometimes. But at a certain point, I began to grow a bit suspicious they were selling me a story (okay, I was immediately suspicious, but I'm usually inclined to let things slide to a certain point. Same as MY profs did for me).
This was all the worse because of the small nature of the class. Every time I did prep for a session, assuming all four would be present, they'd skip and throw my plans off. But when I just accepted they would be gone, and prepare activities for two students, they'd show up.
All of this would be frustrating but acceptable if it weren't for two things. 1) whenever they showed up, these two would have an attitude about them and just expect everyone to conform to their presence and bend to their will and 2) they - of course - weren't doing any of the work.
And these two factors came to a head as Hanna (who was the louder and more confident of the two of them) would all but demand extensions, the ability to hand in late work, etc. I'd give them, only for both her and Larry to blow the work off again.
I like to be pretty accommodating to my students, within reason, but it quickly became obvious thst Hanna thought she was playing me and could grt whatever she wanted. And THAT couldn't stand. I have some level of pride and hate being seen as pushover.
Now, I could have crushed them immediately and just said "no more late work." But I was sure Hanna would just throw a fit and go to administration. I knew the admin would back me up, but it was a hassle I really didn't want (I was working on a second MS at this point and working two other jobs. I was frothing-at-the-mouth busy at that point and hadn't even planned on teaching thst semester. I only agreed because they needed me).
And besides, I'm a pretty easy-going guy, but I do have my limits. I was pissed at this point, but I also have a wicked (to me) sense of humor. Hanna wants to think she has me wrapped around her finger? Okay, let her think that. I was gonna hand her enough rope to hang herself with.
So, for the past few weeks, whenever she asked for an extension, I'd smile, and say "sure." And then chuckle when nothing came in. Every time, I wrote her and Larry emails, reminding them of the new date (getting things in writing is key, kids!).
And then we arrived at the final - I hadn't seen the twosome in a few sessions and was actually surprised to see them stumble in to take the test. They failed (of course), but whatcha gonna do. Hanna comes up to me in front of the class and asks for another extension.
I put my best "teacher voice" on and said I was disappointed. But fine. Life happens. However I was posting grades the next weekend, so the absolute last minute I would accept any late was Friday at 11:59 pm. The second it hit midnight, my books were closed. I asked if they both understood, and they summoned up a bit of solomness when they assured me that they did.
Good. I confirmed it in an email, and then sat back to grade the finals over the week (I mean, there were only four. It wasn't THAT much work!). I knew there was a risk they'd follow through and I'd end up with a semester's worth of work to grade - but I was feeling pretty confident that that wasn't going to happen at this point.
Friday night rolls around - I didn't work my other jobs that day, and my own school work was done. So I decided to buy a few beers and kick pack to play some video games and relax!
I look down at a certain point and realize that it's midnight. I open my email, remind everyone thst the books are now closed (If I give an extension, it's open to the whole class - I'm not playing favorites. Not that anyone else needed it). I cracked open another beer, let out my best super-villain laugh and went back to my game.
Sunday comes around and I'm posting the final grades for the semester. I usually hate failing students, but I admit i had a smile on my face as i assigned Hanna and Larry their well-deserved Fs.
TEN MINUTES after I hit 'save' for the grades I hear the familiar ba-ding of my email going off, followed by another. Now, who could this be?! It is, of course, Hanna and Larry.
Larry's email can best be summed up as "Oh my god, didn't you get my email with the work!? I sent it on Friday!"
Hanna's said the exact same thing.
Now, it's OBVIOUS they're thinking they can get another day or two to get the work this way. After all, hadn't I been so pliant and naive all semester? Oh, the fools, the fools, they've played right into my hands and this is the moment I've been waiting weeks for!
I double check to make sure I HADN'T missed emails from them, just to be safe (I hadnt), and then I type my response.
"No I didn't, and I did just double check after your last message. That's okay, emails get lost sometime."
At this point I like to image Larry smiling while reading this. He'd won again! God this Professor is an idiot!
I continued "So, what I'm going to need you to do is go back into the email you sent me with the work. Just take a screenshot which has the timestamp of the email and forward that to me along with the work. That'll prove you sent it on time."
I then responded to Hanna's email saying the same thing.
What was their response? Did their eyes widen as they realised they'd been held accountable for their actions? Did panic set in? Were their tears? Howls of Regret? The gnashing of teeth and rending of hair?
Sadly, I'll never know. I never heard from them again. They didn't even bother making another try.
And me? Well, I decided to buy some more beer that night to celebrate once again.
Occasionally I'll tell my current students the tale - a humorous reminded that 1) yes, I'm accommodating 2) yes, I'm pretty laid back. But 3) I'm not an idiot, and don't try to play me.
It usually gets a good laugh (and if some of those laughs sound a wee bit nervous? All the better).
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2023.06.04 14:29 23chevytruckowner Snow money

Can you make money plowing snow in sim 22 and if so what map?
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2023.06.04 14:27 mi555trZ [Store] 300+ KNIVES AND GLOVES e.g. Slingshot, Omega, Snow Leopard, Tiger Strike, Smoke Out, Butterfly Night FT & Stained BS & Forest Ddpat FT, Karambit Autotronic MW & Black Laminate FT &, M9 Tiger Tooth & Black Laminate MW, Daggers Sapphire FN ST, Talon Black Pearl & Slaughter FN & many more

Taking csgo skins mainly (knives, gloves, aks, m4s, awps and so on). Anything as long as offer is good
I don't update this list everyday, so I have many items which aren't listed here. Check if something interests you! Also, some of the items are on trade hold, for release date you can add me or check by yourself.
Add me to talk here:
Keys from these buy outs aren't TF2 keys. I don't take Hydra keys either.
Buy outs are in keys for the sake of having a buy out, I trade for skins mainly.
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Gloves Mogul BS 0.60 float - B/O 33 keys
Gloves Cool Mint BS 0.63 float - B/O 31 keys
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Bowie Tiger Tooth FN 0.02 float - B/O 67 keys
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Falchion Lore MW 0.09 float - B/O 61 keys
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Bowie Case Hardened FT 0.18 float - B/O 57 keys
Gut Tiger Tooth MW 0.07 float - B/O 56 keys
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Ursus Damascus Steel FN 0.05 float - B/O 54 keys
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Bowie Vanilla - B/O 47 keys
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Navaja Slaughter FN 0.05 float - B/O 43 keys
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Gut Vanilla - B/O 41 keys
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Nomad Safari Mesh MW 0.12 float - B/o 40 keys
Navaja Tiger Tooth FN 0.01 float - B/O 40 keys
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Navaja Vanilla - B/O 32 keys
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2023.06.04 14:26 BiasMushroom Nature of Humanity Ch. 13

Part 6 of “Destination; Wriss”
A Fanfic of u/SpacePaladin15’s work “The nature of Predators” Thank you for the story!
Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
Our armored convoy sped down the road. Its bumps and jostles made sitting comfortably rather difficult. Maya tried not to bounce off of the seat across from me. As her eyes locked onto mine in a competition for dominance. She started to shake her fist at me and I returned the gesture in kind. After the third maybe fourth shake on account of the rough ride we thrust our arms outwards at each other, and she held her fist in the air while I gently covered her paw with my own flat one.
“You are too good at this game Elva! It’s not fair!” My tail started to wag as best it could on the seats-
Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
The growing burning sensation and throbbing in my head and body grew into an unbearable pain. I peeled my face off of the pavement to the sound of gunfire, explosions and low flying ships. My attention was immediately drawn to the inferno that was a burning town around me.
James and Alexander had taken cover behind the bombed out husk of the first armored vehicle in our convoy while the other had been pulled over to the side to give us a makeshift fort. I started to crawl to their position when I noticed Maya laying next to me. I gently laid a paw on her to ask where I was needed and she didn’t move.
A large piece of metal had penetrated her helmet and was jutting out of the side. I started to examine her wounds only to look into her eyes and see that her soul had already flown into the night. My paws found their way to her neck but could not find a pulse. I started to try and do chest compressions.
One.Two.Three. Gunshots whizzed by my head forcing me to duck. As I laid against her I could already feel that her body had begun to cool. I was too late.
I can feel my heart begin to race. My breathing became frantic. I was panicking or going into shock and both of those will kill me right now. I scanned for anyone I could approach and steady myself with. Sergeant Amélia and her squad were pinned down almost [50 yards] away guarding the war reporters and civilians. Thankfully I found Alexander and Jamie were a lot closer and if I crawled I could maybe get there safely. I held my breath as I started towards them under incoming fire. The sounds of screaming civilians sent pangs of fear through my body begging me to stand up and run. A Gojid did just that and fell to the ground headless, and set an example of what panicking would bring to me.
The only thought I could find was to observe my surroundings and react accordingly. Looking around as I crawled painfully slowly, I saw the Venlil reporter from Dad’s news crew had set up a camera and was desperately trying to record what was happening. Bjorn took a shot to the arm and fell to the ground. Their medic pulled him to the side and started to treat him. I could hear the unmistakable scream of an Arxur bomber followed by another vehicle exploding.
I pulled myself up next to Jamie who genuinely smiled at me. “OH THANK GOD! I THOUGHT YOU DIED TOO!” Several shots punctured through the old vehicle that was our cover. I looked to my alien friend to displace my fear only to see the same fear looking back at me.
Before I could respond Alexander screamed “GET DOWN THEY’RE MAKING ANOTHER PASS!” followed by the screaming Arxur death machine swooping down at us again. Another explosion that thankfully didn’t take anyone's lives, but still seemed to put us all closer to death by obliterating our cover.
I raspily tried to ask “What's going on?!? Last I remember I was in the back of the transport!” The three of us tried to hug the ground as best we could as our cover was further reduced to molten slag.
Our Sergeant slapped Jamie on the back and pointed to a nearby building. “CRAWL NOW OR WE DIE HERE!” I started to envy Humans and their clothes as we crawled through flaming debris and scattered glass into the bombed out ruins of an old arcade.
Power had yet to die in the city so the cold blast of air ran across my body in stark contrast to the fires outside. The sounds of arcade jingles trying to tempt the passersby to play them failed to drown out the screaming, explosions and gunfire in the chaos that is now a second full blown invasion.
Alexander took a raspy breath. “Where is Luca? I never found him!”
Memories of Luca sitting towards the cab of our transport teasing Maya flooded back into the forefront of my mind. “He was sitting near the cab of my transport… Did anyone else make it out?”
Alexander shook his head. “No… We need to keep moving and fall back to base. Jamie, take point and lets try and leave through a back exit and circle around to Amélia’s squad. Elva stay behind me.”
The three of us made our way to the back of the store. A mild whimpering came from a nearby door and distracted us for a brief moment. Alexander waved for Jamie to head to the sound, who followed it to a small broom closet. Slowly Jamie opened the door to a small trio of children. One Gojid, one Mazic, and one Nevok screamed as they beheld the heavily armed Marines.
Both of the marines stepped aside and looked to me for help. By the time my first paw stepped forward the three children rushed me and quickly herded behind me. I turned to them and did my best to sound confident “Ok you three. Things are really dangerous right now but we can’t stay here. We have to go around and regroup with the other marines and retreat to safety ok? Stay behind me and do as I tell you ok?”
I could not make out the words the children said, but I could only hope they would listen as we marched forward. The door at the back of the building led to a small alley that was thankfully clear of hostiles. Jamie led the way and Alexander guarded our flank while I herded the children and tried to keep them quiet. One blind turn and all that separated us from reuniting with the rest of our escort was one empty street.
I felt the M̴a̸z̸i̵c̸ ̶c̶h̶i̴l̵d̵ ̴p̶r̵e̵s̴s̵ ̵i̵n̷t̸o̴ ̴m̴y̸ ̴b̵a̵c̴k̸ ̴a̶s̷ ̵t̵h̵e̶y̴ ̵s̸a̶w̵ ̶t̶h̶e̴i̸r̷ ̸m̵o̴t̸h̵e̶r̵ ̴b̸e̵i̴n̶g̶ ̸p̸r̶o̴t̷e̶c̴t̸e̴d̷ ̴b̴y̴ ̸A̸m̴é̶l̶i̸a̷’̸s̸ ̵s̸q̵u̴a̵d̵.̴ ̴W̷i̷t̶h̸ ̷a̶ ̶m̶i̶x̸t̶u̵r̶e̸ ̴o̸f̸ ̶p̶a̶n̶i̴c̶ ̷a̸n̸d̸ ̷h̸o̶p̵e̷ ̴t̴h̴e̸y̴ ̸s̷h̵o̴u̵t̶e̴d̸ ̴“̸M̶O̷M̴M̶Y̶!̴”̶ ̶a̶n̷d̴ ̷s̵p̷r̶i̷n̷t̶e̴d̶ ̶o̴u̴t̷ ̷o̴f̴ ̶m̸y̴ ̴r̷e̴a̸c̶h̶ ̴a̵n̸d̶ ̸s̷a̴f̵e̸t̵y̶ ̷i̷n̶t̴o̸-
Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
M̵y̵ ̶h̵e̷a̸r̷t̵ ̵w̸a̸s̸ beating far faster than what was healthy for a Venlil. I handed the b̶l̸o̵o̷d̷ covered Nevok to their mother and tried to shake myself out of shock. I watched through hazy eyes as B̶j̸o̴r̸n̶,̷ ̵F̷r̴a̶n̵c̵i̴s̷c̶o̴ ̶a̷n̷d̷ ̶M̷a̸r̴i̵a̵,̵̧͇̀̑ were dragged back into cover. My paws made their way to Bjorn's body and began to work to stitch up his wounds. I felt a firm hand grab my shoulder and pull me off.
Alexander stared into my eyes and shook his head. His glass blue eyes spoke of the pain he was feeling while his brow tried to hide his rage. Alexander looked up to the rest of our group and shouted “FALL BACK!” and the marines started to cover our retreat. One group would stay behind and suppress the Arxur that are stalking us with drooling maws while the other group fled to set up a new fall back point and defend their retreat.
A large explosion sounded in the distance and the radios we were all carrying came to life with the sounds of hundreds of UN troops desperately trying to communicate. By some method unknown to me Pullay managed to discern information about another group retreating not far outside of town as well as a rendezvous point for larger scale transport back to the base. Slowly we moved block by block and made our way to what we hoped to be our salvation.
Despite our group's best efforts and cohesion, the Greys are relentless. Hundreds of cattle ships descend from the sky every hour. Every quarter claw we spent fighting, the Greys were destroying the Cradle and whittling us down to nothing.
We fought our way down the street. No bodies littered the town yet, like in the aftermath videos the Greys would taunt us with. We drew closer to the corner of the block. Yet in an instant several gray reptilians appeared from around the corner and opened fire without any hesitation. I watched another medic take several shots to their torso before the Grey’s suffered a similar fate. I rushed to their side only to find again that I was too late.
Amélia ordered us to advance. We could not stop here. Jamie jogged beside me as we all scanned for any sign of hostiles “We are coming back for them. We just have to regroup first.”
We only got halfway between blocks when more shots rained down upon us from the rooftops. Before I could even see where they came from the Humans made a small dinging sound and hurled rocks onto the roofs. No one but the humans would have predicted the roofs exploding sending red slabs of cannibals sliding down the walls.
I took stock of our situation again. This time a young Gojid couple were covered in the blood of another civilian. I sprinted to them “Look at me! Don’t think about it! Just focus on me!” I managed to stop them and a few others from fleeing, but watched in horror as half of our civilians started to stampede the very way we came. I tried to shove the few we had left after the marines and finally got our group making progress again.
The sounds of gunfire and screams came from behind us and we all started to move a bit faster. Several marines noticed movement in the windows only to lower their weapons when Gojid’s appeared. I and Pullay approached them. “Come with us now! We are evacuating and can’t hold this position!” Yet they didn’t move, their eyes locked onto the marines. Pullay spoke calmly to them “You can come with the Humans who won’t harm you OR you can stay with the Arxur who WILL make sure your deaths are as PAINFUL as possible. Make a choice now, WE are LEAVING.”
Another group of Arxur rounded the corner, but this time had no clue we were here and were cut down with them only returning a few shots. We led our new civilians to the herd. They had little difficulty with the decision after that. A mysterious fate is better than the one we all know.
An errant Arxur round had found its way into our group and embedded itself into Jamie’s rifle, throwing it out of his hand. He picked it up only to let out a curse and threw his destroyed rifle to the ground before pulling a folding shovel out of his pack. With a few practiced motions he unfolded it and gripped it with both hands. I begged the stars and sun to keep him safe. “You can’t be considering using THAT as your weapon?!?”
A devilish grin spread across his face. “Don’t worry! I’m just using this until I can scavenge one off of a dead Croc!” Alexander ordered us to shut up and move out. We continued to slowly retreat from this damned town. The next ambush came sooner than we expected. We didn’t have enough time to even clear the block before the fighting started again. If it weren’t for Jamie pulling me into cover I don’t know if I would be amongst the dead now.
While the Arxur were relentless, they were also apparently stupid. Every ambush they had pulled off was thwarted when they began to sprint towards our civilians. The trained marines had almost no trouble landing their shots. I half expected to see more civilians stampede again, but it appeared they had learned what happens to a stampeding herd.
Finally we could see the edge of the farming town. The hope of reinforcements as well as a way to safety reinvigorated us for the final push. Yet that hope was quickly dashed when the Greys sprang their final ambush. Three vehicles in front of us exploded blocking the street. The route’s right and left had been blocked with destroyed vehicles and Arxur were pouring out of the buildings behind us with happy looks on their faces.
Jamie had half a second to scream “FUCK!” as rounds started to sail at us. This time the Arxur did not blindly charge us. They stayed behind cover. Any explosives lobbed at them were fled from and into cover that protected them from human fire. Instead of Arxur on both sides of us, they made sure not to risk shooting their own soldiers… OH BY THE STARS! Those weren’t ambushes. Those were just raiders running into us. THIS is them actually planning!
We scrambled for any cover we could. Jamie crouched near me while we both could only uselessly watch our friends and charges die. The Nevok mother sobbed whilst holding her only child, Papa’s reporter friend desperately started to broadcast to whoever could hear us, Amélia pulled Pullay’s orange-soaked body into cover and I finally found Alexander laying in a slowly expanding crimson pool out of anyone’s reach.
This time I watched as our marines fell one after another. I watched shots land near civilians forcing them out of cover only to die in an instant. We were actually trapped this time, without so much as a chance to fight back.
An explosion landed nearby raining dirt down upon us. For some stars forsaken reason the reporter decided now was a good time to start a news broadcast so the entire galaxy could see every human die and fail to stop the Greys!!! He started to shout into his camera “I AM CURRENTLY WITH A GROUP OF MARINES NEAR THE CITY OF WIEREWOOD-”
My pulse began to race as I watched a red puff come from Jamie’s arm and leg before he collapsed onto the ground. Fuck the consequences I can’t lose him too! I sprinted to his side as the heat from several plasma rounds threatened to end my life. His leg was the first thing I saw. A round had gone straight through his femur, searing it in half. I ripped the Saline/anesthetic container out of my aid kit and flushed the wound of debris. As quickly as I could I packed the wound with gauze and started to bind it. His blood started to stain my paws red, as I realized I was out of sterile gloves. I begged for whatever was listening to not let it get infected but with it as fixed as I could m̸a̸n̶a̴g̴e̷ ̸a̶t̸ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̷m̴o̷m̴e̵n̸t̷.̶ ̶I̷ ̴w̶e̷n̷t̵ ̵f̶o̴r̴ ̵h̷i̶s̸ ̶a̶r̵m̵,̵ ̵w̶h̷i̴c̷h̸ ̷p̵u̵l̴l̸e̷d̸ ̶s̵t̴r̸a̸i̶g̵h̶t̸ ̶o̸u̸t̴ ̸o̷f̴ ̷h̶i̸s̷ ̴s̷l̸e̴e̵v̵e̸-̴
Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
T̸h̸e̴ ̸A̷r̴x̶u̷r̶ ̷t̵h̴a̴t̴ ̵h̴a̶d̸ ̴s̵t̸e̸pped out from hiding spoke to me. “Well, well well! What do we have here! Little pet taking care of master? Don’t let me stop you prey! Patch him up and the Chief Hunter wants to see what all the noise… is… about… they’re predators… OH SHIT.” was the last words that would ever come from that abomination onto sapience. I could feel my teeth break as I snarled with every bit of anger I could muster. My pistol left its holster and aligned with that fucker’s head in a heart beat. I pulled the trigger as it started to charge me. I watched a hole rip through its neck then I watched the rest of my shots miss.
With a wide sweep of its arm I felt its claws dig into my flesh. I felt my body lift off of the ground. I watched the world move slowly underneath me. I watched it slowly come up to meet me.
Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
I screamed as I took in a long deep breath and pain jolted through my body. I forced myself to look at my abdomen and orange flesh- my intestines were hanging out. A familiar scarred face of the man I forced into a medical examination came to my side holding my medkit. “The- the TOradOL/SAliNE! The TorADol/SaLINe! Gotta clean- clean guts first! Flush it over!”
The rebuilt human started to douse my guts in the pain relieving saline yet despite its name only pain rang through before the drugs kicked in. “Next- slOWLy- put them back instartingatone- end and working them in-” I controlled my breathing as he had to slowly pull my body apart to reinsert my guts. Thank you stars the pain meds are kicking in. I don’t want to feel this.
“Flush again… and get the medi-foam can.” It took a painfully long time for him to realize what I needed him to do. He turned the can upside down and inserted it into my wound. I suppressed a scream but still bucked as the fluid filled my abdominal cavity hopefully flushing out any debris.
The bionic man held me down as I started to reflexively kick. He picked the lid off of the bio-foam can and activated a small amount to come out. He took a moment to read the directions and looked to me “sorry” before he jammed it down as well. I knew he had to but I still cursed him out of pure reflex. The foam expanded and filled the gaps in. If I had a perforated intestine it would spill its contents into the foam pouch instead of my body.
“Now- the- stitches- SEw- me- together- tightly!-” He took the pre-threaded needle and started to dig it into my flesh. The simple guide on the lid of my kit helped to guide his hand. One painful pull after another, I felt myself come back together. I focused on anything else. I turned my head to see the Nevok mother stepping onto a transport still holding her child as safely as she could. Jamie was being loaded onto a stretcher with a few bandages I know I didn’t do. I let out a small sigh of relief at the small sign he still lived but lost it a moment later.. Amélia leaned against a car as crimson fluid flowed from her mouth.
I tracked my friends in my mind. All that was left of our little group was Jamie and myself now. The memories of our squad started to flood back in as I felt my pulse drop. I’m blacking out. I’ve lost a lot of blood. Need to spike the blood pressure. Need to find the blood loss and stop it. My mouth opened to speak-
Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
I DESPERATELY kicked as a wave of panic flowed through me. I could feel something holding me down stopping me from moving. A scared human face filled my vision and the mouth moved and words came out. The overwhelming urge to run coursed through my body. I desperately searched for anything that would help. The human held a small bag of synth blood in the air. I was partially strapped to a gurney. I turned my head and saw an empty vial of adrenaline.
That’s what happened. Pulse dropped. Blood transfusion. Adrenaline shot to keep the heart pumping. Panic is normal. That’s what adrenaline does. Breath ELVA. Breath. I could feel the panic start to subside. Two medics came over and started to lift me up. Once again Kaeden spoke but I couldn’t quite make it out.
My hearing began to return and I could hear someone shout. “We are out of room! Can’t take anyone else with us!” another voice began to shout “We can’t leave anyone here! They won’t make it back in time! We all have to leave now!”
“We don’t have a choice! Either some of us get out or none of us get out! And these people won’t survive!”
“I-I’ll stay!” The small Venlil reporter for Prime news hopped off of the transport. “I-I need to cover this.” Another marine jumped off. “I volunteer.” I watched as a few more followed him. Their faces were a mixture of pride, terror and confidence that left me feeling like they might just survive this suicide mission. The scarred, gravitationally challenged man’s words finally reached my ears. “It looks like you have enough room for the civilians now. Good luck and stay safe.”
I felt fear coursing through my veins as I shakily searched my UN provided poncho and grabbed two things; My spare small medkit and a few magazines for my pistol. “Take these! My pistol must have landed somewhere near where I did. Stay safe.”
It might have been the multiple concussions I received but the once-mutilated human looked to soften up for a moment as he took my small offer of help. He and the other volunteers disappeared out of sight as I was dragged onto the transport. The roar of the engine drowned out all chatter that might have given me some small comfort about abandoning the volunteers to their suicide mission.
All that kept me company was the bouncing of the transport, the sounds of explosions, Jamie’s unconscious body, as well as the realization that I was a medic that failed to save anyone.
I’d like to take a moment to thank u/CrusingNW for all the help proofreading several of these chapters. Every time I think I’ve managed to write something without 10 errors in it and they just go through and make it red. It’s really been a big help! I’d also like to thank u/RebelHero for letting me use Kaeden! It’s one of a few crossovers I hope I get to do! (also Elva does know his name from adding the examination to his medical records) And I can’t forget u/Thirsha_42 for working with me on an upcoming crossover!
As with all of my fanfics this is considered creative commons by myself so feel free to grab anything from my stories to use in your own works! I would appreciate a shout out for this but that isn’t required.
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2023.06.04 14:14 YRMOAGTIOK AMA with Dr. Psych Mom this Monday

The main sub is going to be welcoming Dr. Samantha Rodman Whiten aka Dr. Psych Mom for an AMA on Monday June 5th from 12:30-1:30 ET!
If you can’t make it you can post your questions here and I’ll add them to the AMA for you!
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2023.06.04 14:09 YRMOAGTIOK AMA with Dr. Psych Mom, this Monday!

We are going to be welcoming Dr. Samantha Rodman Whiten aka Dr. Psych Mom for an AMA on Monday June 5th from 12:30-1:30 ET!
Looking forward to it!
Thank you so much Dr. Whiten!
To our community members: if you can’t make it for the time, you can post your questions here and we will send them to her for you!
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2023.06.04 14:02 JoshAsdvgi The Magic Horse of Ku-Suk-Seia

The Magic Horse of Ku-Suk-Seia

The Magic Horse of Ku-Suk-Seia
Once upon a time, before the white men drove them away to Oklahoma, the Pawnee Indians lived in Nebraska, where their sworn enemies were the Sioux.
There they lived all the time in villages, where they were skilled farmers and potters.
In one of the Pawnee villages lived a poor woman with her grandson Ku-suk-seia, which means 'left-hand'.
She was a helpful old soul, and the boy was pleasant and friendly.
Yet the two of them were not well thought of in the village, for while there was no shame in being poor, there was no glory either.
And they had practically nothing: no horses, no cattle, nothing worth mentioning at all.
Their clothes were clean enough, but much patched. When Ku-suk-seia's father had died in a hunting accident, he had no fine head-dresses to leave to his son.
Even their tipi was small and badly placed, and when Hotoru the storm god swept over the prairie the modest shelter shivered on it's poles as if it might collapse at any moment.
As soon as the bison began to move in the autumn, the Pawnees went hunting.
For the northern winter would be long and bitter, and before it came they must have enough dried fish, pemmican and bison skins to see them safely through till spring.
So when the chief gave the order to set off, the Pawnees gathered together their tents and everything they needed for the journey.
Even the old woman and her grandson tied up their few belongings.
They had neither a mount or beast of burden, so they loaded their baggage on their own shoulders and trotted after the caravan of people.
They were so poor that their people would not let them join the caravan.
Instead they trudge miserably along a little way away.
Humans can be very cruel, and the contempt of their people weighed heavier on the coupld than the burdens on their shoulders.
The Great Spirit couldn't be very kindly disposed to them if he let them suffer so.
One fine morning the rest of the group left the campsite before the poor couple had gathered their belongings together.
The old woman and her grandson were nearly dying of hunger, so they searched through the site looking for cast-off food.
At that moment a broken-down old bay horse slipped into the stockade on the same errand. Catching sight of them, the old nag breathed in sharply, and snorted.
But then he walked up to them and made friends, for the poor soon recognize the poor.
"Poor animal, said Ku-suk-seia. "
I expect his owner got rid of him once he wasn't fit for work."
The poor creature was half-blind, deaf and lame.
His ribs stuck out under his dull stained coat, which was covered with sores.
"What a pitiful sight," thought the grandmother to herself.
"The poor creature is as useless as I am!"
But the animal would not stray more than an inch from her side.
"Son of my son," she confided at last to her grandson.
"We are going to keep this old nag and feed it.
With the two of us already starving, a third poor wretch won't make much difference."
Ku-suk-seia and his grandmother began to load their baggage onto their shoulders.
But the horse knelt down and began to whinny.
"Just look at that! laughed the boy.
"I think he wants to make himself useful, the brave animal."
So he put the baggage on the horse's back, and the beast followed them at a gentle trot. limping all the time.
The rest of the tribe had disappeared long ago, but the grandmother knew the way of the old.
That evening they reached the bend of the North plate, where the water Spirit Chahuru had hurled an enormous boulder into the river.
Every year the Pawnees set up their main camp there before scattering across the prairie.
The bison rarely strayed from their ancient trail, and so the migrating herds almost always passed through North Plate.
The rest of the Pawnees had set up camp on the river bank earlier.
Souts had been sent ahead, and in the evening they returned.
"There is a big herd of bison moving westwards," they reported, "and a white female is close behind the leader of the herd."
This was exciting news.
The skin of a white bison was the most precious thing an Indian of the prairies could imagine.
White bisons were very rare, and no Pawnee had ever been known to fell one.
The cheif of the Pawnees prayed a long prayer, calling on the helpful spirit Awahokshu and begging all the other good spirits to come to his aid.
"He who brings me the white skin hsall have the hand of my daughter,"he promised his people.
Now the chief's daughter was the prettiest girl in the tribe and all the braves wanted to win her.
Next morning, when the sun rose behind the boulders of hotoru, the hunters scattered far and wide over the prairie to hunt the white female.
Ku-suk-seia too mounted his skinny horse, but the warriors mocked him.
"Just look at the hot-headed steed, everyone!" they jeered.
"Which is carrying which, the horse or the rider?" and they elbowed each other in the ribes, laughing fit to burst.
Their jeers cut Ku-suk-seia to the quick, but he did not show it.
He lagged behind, partly to escape the other's taunts and partly because the old mount could go no faster.
All alone they sauntered along through the high grasses of the prairie.
Suddlenly, the horse began to talk.
"Take me to that little valley," he said.
Ku-suk-seia was startled, but he obeyed.
A talking horse was certainly out of the ordinary, but who knew what the Great Spirit might have in store?
Soon they came to a stream.
"Cover me with mud!" the horse ordered his rider.
"Not a tuft of hair must show, or the spell won't work."
Puzzled, Ku-suk-seia did as he was told.
"Now climb on my back," said the old nag.
"But don't move yet.
Let the hunters go on ahead."
The Pawnee warriors galloped after the bison in a cloud of dust.
Then they split into two groups and rode off in different directions, to surround the bison and cut out some of the herd.
At that moment the old horse began to move.
Hurling himself onwards like a tornado, he charged the herd from the side.
The warriors watched open-mouthed.
Wasn't that Ku-suk-seia on his blind old nag?
What magic made it gallop fast as a prairie fire?
The horse forced its way straight to the white female.
Ku-suk-seia/s spear shone in the morning light.
He took aim calmly and hurled it with all his strength.
The white bison sank to the ground as if struck by lightning, and the horse gave a whinny of victory.
Ku-suk-seia jumped down and dismembered the dead animal, while the rest of the herd fled in all directions.
He loaded the meat to his mount, wraped himself in the white skin and rode back to the camp.
The news of his triumph had reached it ahead of him, and the chief was waiting in front of the main tepee.
"Awahokshu" was with you," said the chief kindly.
"The spirit brought you luck, or you could never have felled the white bison.
Give me the skin."
"All in good time," replied Ku-suk-seia.
"First I must go to my grandmother, for she is hungry."
It was not a wise thing to say to a chief, and an angry gaze followed him as he rode over to his tepee.
He unloaded the meat himself, though that was usually squaw's work.
"A miracle, a miracle!" cried his grandmother, clasping her hands.
"H'uararu the earth spirit must have been with you, my brave boy.
Now we shan't be hungry any more."
"Cook us some meat, grandmother," said Ku-suk-seia, "while I give this horse some water and something to eat.
For a rider must see to his mount before he thinks of himself."
The horse gave a whinny of contentment.
When it had eaten it's fill, it watched Ku-suk-seia and his grandmother feasting on bison meat.
Before he went to bed, Ku-suk-seia walked over to stroke his mount.
"Tomorrow, at sunrise, the Sioux will attack the camp," said the horse.
"Ride me right into the enemy.
Have no fear, but kill the Sioux chief, and hurl yourself at the enemy three times.
Nothing can hurt you.
But after that turn back, or one of us will die."
Everything happened just as tht horse had said.
At the first glimpse of dawn, the Sioux war cry rang out.
An army of braves had surrounded the Pawnee camp.
The boy mounted his horse and rode fearlessly into the enemy ranks.
Arrows and spears hailed down on him, but some unseen shield seemed to be protecting him.
He rode up to the Sioux chief, brandished his tomahawk and killed the chief with a single blow.
Twice more he hurled himself on the enemy, killing many of the Sioux warriors.
But he became over-confident, and forgot the horse's advice.
A third time he spurred the horse on, and now the Sioux weapons met their mark.
Riddled with arrows, the horse sank to the ground.
Ku-suk-seia escaped, but his brave mount was dead.
When he reached his tent he threw himself down, beating the ground with his fists.
Why, oh why hadn't he taken that advice?
Now he had lost his companion forever.
The Sioux cut the magic horse into countless pieces, scattered them to the four winds, and fled.
Weeping, Ku-suk-seia searched the battlefield from top to bottom.
He gathered up all the pieces and collected them in a heap on a hill.
Then he sat down beside them and wrapped himself in the white bison skin.
His heart breaking, he prayed to the Chikoos, the forces of nature.
He called to Tirawa the Great Spirit and to the helpful Awahokshu.
He cried to Shakuru the sun god, H'uararu the earth spirit and to Uti Hiata the harvest goddess, on who fruits his horse had fed.
He prayed to the went god Hotoru and the water spirit Chahuru.
Suddenly the sky darkened.
Lightning flashed across the clouds, and thunder rumbled.
Huge water spouts gushed out across the prairie.
The river rose, and a great storm raged.
Volley of hailstones come crashing down.
It even snowed; something unheard of at that time of the year.
For three days and three nights Ku-suk-seia sat there under the skin of the white bison.
Then at last the veil of blackness was torn apart, and darkness gave way to broad daylight.
The sun shone in all it's brightness, and there in place of the scattered bones stood the bay horse, strong and healthy.
"Tirawa, the Great Spirit, has brought me back to life," he said to his master.
"Why did you disobey me?"
"I forgot, and I am truly sorry," replied the boy.
"Tell me what I must do."
"Promise to follow my counsel at all times, for it comes from the Great Spirit himself," said the horse.
The boy promised gladly.
He handed the white skin over to his chief, and received the hand of his daughter.
When the chief died, he himself became a famous chief.
He followed the advice of the bay horse at all times, and ruled the Pawnees with great wisdom and skill.
At last Ku-suk-seia died.
The Pawnees intoned their death chants, wrapped their chief in the white bison skins and laid him on the litter of the dead.
But when the warriors went to find his mount, to kill him on the alter of the dead so that he could go to the Happy Hunting Grounds with his master, the bay horse had disappeared.
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2023.06.04 13:55 Death_Birb Heroes Relics made out of the remaining Nabateans

This is based on the post made by u/Opposite_Room! In it, they wonder what Rhea, Seteth, and Flayn would look like as Heroes Relics. I got really interested and started writing a response, but then it got too long, so I decided to make it into a post. I'll also be looking at Macuil and Indech because why not?
Lets unpack!

Heroes Relics

Before we start, we need to make clear what Heroes Relics are. Rhea says it quite clearly in her exposition dump at the end of Verdant Wind.
"I was never able to forgive those who proudly wielded weapons crafted from the corpses of my brethren."
Corpses! They're all corpses.
"From the blood of the progenitor god, Sothis, he acquired the Crest of Flames. From her bones and heart, he crafted the Sword of the Creator."
More specificially, the Crest comes from the blood of the slaughtered Nabatean, the relics are made out of their bones, and the Crest Stone is their heart.
That begs the question, though. Are the bones taken from the human form or the dragon form? Well, judging by this book in the Shadow Library, probably the dragon form.
"...Based on the composition of___it can be surmised that______likely a massive creature akin to a wyvern. However___strength is beyond compare to that of wyvern bones." - The Truth of the Heroes' Relics
Alright, we got the information on the required ingredients:
Oh, and people often say that the Sword of the Creator is made out of Sothis's spine, which is a completely valid take, but it's just as likely that it's made out of her tail!
The SOTC also gives us one more bit of interesting information about the Heroes Relics.

Sword of the Creator Concept Art
The sword is pretty big, but it doesn't look like it would be a very long whip. There are only a finite amount of vertebrae on that blade, after all-

Okay, so the orange line is the sword extending. How does that work? Well, we know that the Relics are made out of dragon bones. Their bones would be too big to turn into a weapon made for a human. It looks like the bones get compressed into a smaller size, and because of this, the SOTC is able to extend.
Or maybe Sothis is an eastern-type dragon. I didn't mention that possibility in my last post, but someone did comment on it. Noodle dragon Sothis, anyone?
Oh, and this could also be applied to the other Heroes Relics.
Areadbhar is a hand, but it's far too small for a giant dragon.
It's also entirely possible that it's a stylistic choice or just magic. Moving on.

Weapon type

We still have one more question we need to answer: Are the Heroes Relics based on the type of weapon the Nabatean wields? Fortunately, we have a bunch of Sacred Weapons that belong to dead dragons.
The answer is no, the Heroes Relics can be anything you want them to be.
NOW we can start cooking up some relics!

Rhea/Seiros - The Immaculate One

Since the relics are made out of dragon bones, we'll need to take a look at Rhea's dragon form.
II - The High Priestess
Perfect. Let's start brainstorming.
A sword seems like the obvious pick. Rhea already wields the Sword of Seiros, and it would mimic the Sword of The Creator. Its design depends entirely on what body part we use, and I think that the best option here is the spine.
More specifically, the part that acts as a sail.
Take a good look at it. It would work quite well as a serrated blade, wouldn't it? The large sail at the end could work as the crossguard, and it already has a hole for the Crest Stone. The rest of the hilt could be made with the last few pieces of the spine. It's possible that it could also function as a whip. You could make it look nearly identical to the SOTC if you want.
Like mother, like daughter.
Don't worry, we're not making another Aymr. Labraunda is a Sacred Weapon attuned to the Crest of Seiros. It seems fitting to make a mockery out of it. Plus, Rhea hates thieves, and we know that brigands love using axes. Another humiliation to add to, well, being dead.
Consider using the lower jawbone.
It's already quite sharp, what with all those spikes protruding out of it. It could work as the blade, with the shoulderblades securing it to the axe base, which could be made out of a strong bone like the femur. Tendons could be used to further secure it. It's also possible to split the lower jawbone in two and use it as two seperate blades for each side of the axe. The Crest Stone could be in the pommel, or in the center of the axe head. Whatever suits you best.
Some people suggested gauntlets because of Rhea's proficiency in brawling. A very fun idea! Let's look at the body. What body part could be used as a gauntlet? Well, we could choose between the talons or the upper part of the skull.
The bones of the hand would be the base of the gauntlet, with the three claws serving as the deadly blades. The bones could also be bended in a way that puts the claw on the back more where the thumb would be. Or maybe the bones can be hollowed out in a way that would let you slide your hand right in without issue.
Then there is the upper part of the skull.
The eye sockets can work as holes for the wearer's hand to fit through if necessary, but I believe it could work without that. You just need to hollow out the skull. The snout could be sharpened, with the fangs being kept in their current position. The wearer could bring their hand down to slap an opponent and the fangs woud sink right in. I believe that the Crest Stone could work right in the middle, where the horns meet the head. It could also be placed more towards the back.
Of course, the horns. You could leave them out, if you so wish, but there is potential there.
The horns that go back could go up the wearers arm and act as a bit of extra protection. And the curved horns could be angled in a way so that if you miss a hit, you'll likely still catch them with the horn.
And yes, I know that some people would say to use the vagina bones pelvis. I suppose you could turn it into knuckle dusters. Drill a few holes for the fingers, polish it, and you'll have yourself a fine weapon.

Seteth/Cichol - The Hammer of Judgement

Unfortunately, we don't have a dragon design sheet for Seteth, nor Flayn. That's why we'll be using theories.
At first glance, it looks like the 5 Nabatean's dragon forms are based on the Five Guardians in Chinese mythology. Black Tortoise for Indech, Vermillion Bird for Macuil, and the Yellow Dragon for Rhea. That leaves us with the Azure Dragon and White Tiger.
Seteth is an Earth Dragon, so one could say that a tiger fits him best, as it feels more 'earthly' than a dragon. The Ochain Shield, which was made specifically for Seteth, has a feline design.
The other theory is that his dragon form is the dragon of the Church's coat of arms. It does not resemble the Immaculate One at all, and considering that there are accurate depictions of the Immaculate One around, it's unlikely that the Church would get it wrong.

The mural also gives us some insight
The two dragons on the left could be Flayn and Seteth. The one all the way in the back would be Seteth, while the muppet is Flayn.
I'm going to make Seteth a mix of all of these to make things easier for myself.

XI - Justice
Well, we can't pass up the opportunity to turn him into a literal hammer! There are many parts of the body that could work as a hammer. I would personally go for the heel bone.
A tiger's bones
The tibia and fibula could be melted together to form the shaft, and the last part of the tailbone could be used as a small spike on the top or even a chain. The Crest Stone could rest in its pommel or right in the center of the hammer.
He likes to use spears? Then he can become one. The femur is quite strong. You can sharpen one point of it and place the Crest Stone on the other side.
Járngreipr is a Sacred Weapon attuned with the crest of Cichol. Why not show him what real gauntlets look like? Use the shoulderblades as the base, claws/teeth/horns/spikes as the blades, and the clavicula/rib as the handle.
Think of the Ochain shield, but with an actual dragon head in the middle. The Earth Dragon's skull is surely strong enough to act as a shield, no? It could be even be holding the Crest Stone in its jaws.

Flayn/Cethleann - The Benevolent One

Flayn is left with the Azure Dragon. She is a light dragon, so a more traditional dragon look would fit her. The other theory says that the banner with a dragon in Seteth's office is Flayn's dragon form. Seteth could have a picture of his daughter in his office as a "do it for her!" motivational poster. The picture below is the most likely her, so I'll be using that.

VI - The Lovers
She can continue healing people long after she's dead. Let's see.. The radius and ulna can be used as the top shaft. You could curl them around each other like two tight strands of DNA. Yes, I know that will be difficult, but we have nukes, so what's bending a few bones? The Crest Stone can be placed at the top, with the hands cradling it. The humerus can be the lower shaft. There can be soft padding in the middle to act as the grip.
She's a healer, but... See those two tiny little horns on the side of her head? They can act as a sort of lock for the tome. The upper part of her body seems to be covered in scales of some sort. Use that as the book covering, with the wing's membranes acting as the pages. The Crest Stone can be where you want it to be.

Indech - The Immovable

XIV: Temperance
We can crack this turtle open and create some weapons out of it.
That shell on it's back is practically begging to be used as a shield. Those sharp spikes would also make it effective for bashing it against people. The straps could be made out of the tendons, and the Crest Stone could be placed in the top part where there are no spikes.
It loves to use a bow, so why not turn it into one? Take a look at the horns on the side of its head. They could be fused together to create the bow, with the Crest Stone right in the middle of it. Tendons and muscle fibers could act as the bowstring, and the spikes on the back of its shell would make for perfect arrows.

Macuil - The Wind Caller

I - The Magician
Huh, surprisingly fluffy. What kind of weapons can we make out of it?
Turning the magician into a tome, eh? The scales on its belly would work as the covering, with a small hole in the side for the Crest Stone. The pages.. Hm. There should be more than enough soft cartilage to use for that.
Hey, if it likes to use a sword, why not turn it into one? Flatten the skull, split it vertically, and you'll have yourself a lovely blade to use! The crest stone? Eh, place it in the crossguard. A horn could work as the hilt. Why, you could make daggers out of it.
Using a flying beast to take down other flying beasts. It's poetry.
\"With wings that control the very wind, the Wind Caller possesses vast intelligence and exalted strength.\"
The "wings that control the very wind" would be perfect for this. Pluck the feathers and cut away all the meat, and you'll have two bow limbs. The shoulderblades would work as the grip, though they would need to be edited a bit to make them easier to grasp. We'll use tendons and muscle fibers to act as the bowstring, and the arrows could be made out of the ribs.

Closing thoughts

These are the Heroes Relics designs I have come up with for the remaining Nabateans. Which one do you like best? Will you pick the one you think works best as a functional weapon, or will you pick the one that looks the coolest? It's good that the Heroes Relics never decay, so they'll always work well, and look awesome.
You know, the Heroes Relics don't decay because Nabateans just.. don't do that. They go into a deep slumber to recover from near-death experiences. It's even questionable whether or not they die from old age.
I wonder if they're still aware. The relics twitch. Why? Will the ones that join them do the same?
If their current state is like a deep slumber, are they experiencing everything as a nightmare? A nightmare that doesn't seem to end? Or do they know what has happened? Are they furious? Was Miklan turning into a demonic beast an act of revenge?
Or was it an act of desperation? A way to return to what they once were?
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2023.06.04 13:50 Ok-Software-6321 This game and Reddit

I just wanted to say thank you to the devs and people of this Reddit I’ve been a lurker for a bit but every time I had a hang up on in this game come on this Reddit and I can promise you there is a post or video that will help you out of point you in the general direction you need to go.
I fell into a super bad depression the past couple months and some how this game found it’s way onto my PC I played and was addicted my wife bought a ps5 for us and the first game I bought was Days Gone and every night for our “down” time I play while my wife watches. It’s become a tradition we do at night, go out horde hunting. She keeps an eye out for items or if someone or something is coming up on me(yeah I look at you Reachers god they may be piss myself)The thrill of not preparing for a horde riding up on one check your ammo and just take it on. We’ve had many nights laughing so hard our sides hurt because we have had no clue how I escaped and killed that horde by the skin of my teeth.
Thank you to anyone that reads that mambo jumbo I just needed to get it out.
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2023.06.04 13:34 RivalestNet RivalestNet [SMP][Anarchy][Industrial] Java 1.19.4 Ultra Freedom No Territory

RivalestNet [SMP][Anarchy][Industrial] Java 1.19.4 Ultra Freedom No Territory
RivalestNet (RN for short) offers a highly immersive gaming environment that combines survival and industrial elements in an anarchy server. We do not penalize players unless they cheat or exploit glitches.
※ Please note that this rule applies only within the game. ※ In our Reddit community, you must adhere to Reddit's own rules and etiquette. ※ If you encounter spamming in the game, please block the player yourself to maintain a harmonious gaming experience.
In RN, there are abundant industrial machines that cater to 85% of your needs. Additionally, we have no restrictions on the use of redstone, and each chunk can accommodate up to 500 entities and 300 item drops, surpassing the limits of other servers.
To help you integrate into the game, we will briefly introduce a few items:
  • Need "TNT"?
You can directly craft it using \"gravel\"!
  • "TNT Bundle"
Flint and steel, redstone signal, explosion can ignite this block. It behaves similarly to \"TNT\" and explodes, throwing \"TNT\" into 8 surrounding corners.
  • "Breaker"
Can be placed in any direction. When triggered by a redstone signal, it automatically seeks the tool behind it (can also be manually inserted or removed) and consumes durability to break the block in front. Enchantments on the tool have an effect. The tool can be a pickaxe, axe, shovel, or hoe.
  • "Assaulter"
Can be placed in any direction. When triggered by a redstone signal, it automatically seeks the weapon behind it (can also be manually inserted or removed) and consumes durability to attack the entity in front. Enchantments on the weapon have an effect. The weapon can be a sword or axe.
  • "Placer"
Can be placed in any direction. When triggered by a redstone signal, it automatically seeks the block behind it (can also be manually inserted or removed) and consumes 1 item from the inventory to place it in front.
  • "Explosiver"
Can be placed in any direction. When triggered by a redstone signal, it automatically seeks the bomb behind it (can also be manually inserted or removed) and consumes 1 item from the inventory to explode the blocks in the front area. The bomb can be \"TNT\" or \"TNT Bundle\".
  • "Heat Source"
Melts surrounding blocks (also affects \"cauldrons\"). For example, \"ice\" turns into \"water,\" \"wet sponge\" turns into \"sponge,\" and \"blackstone\" turns into \"magma.\"
  • "Cold Source"
Freezes surrounding blocks (also affects \"cauldrons\"). For example, \"water\" turns into \"ice\" or \"snow,\" and \"magma\" turns into \"blackstone\" or \"basalt.\"
  • "Compressor" and "Space"
Feeding \"copper ingots\" increases the range, compressing all blocks and entities within the range into \"space\" or rotating them to the east/west/south/north.
  • "Assembler"
Arranges materials in a 3x3 grid recipe shape. When triggered by a redstone signal, it automatically seeks the materials below and throws the crafting result or remaining materials above.
  • "Shatterer"
When triggered by a redstone signal, it consumes \"gunpowder\" below to shatter the block above. For example, \"stone\" turns into \"cobblestone,\" and \"cobblestone\" turns into \"gravel.\"
  • "Feeder"
When triggered by a redstone signal, it consumes food below to feed the animal above. Baby animals grow up faster, and older animals enter \"love mode.\"
  • "Territory"
Feeding \"diamonds\" increases the range, allowing all players within the range to fly freely.
Furthermore, all the above blocks can be pushed by "pistons."
Our team focuses on developing and designing game items and never interferes with in-game politics. Don't wait any longer, join RivalestNet and create your epic legend!
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2023.06.04 13:23 UnhappyPizza514 High pain in neck daily, never stops

5 08
Duration of complaint
3+ years
Any existing relevant medical issues
Current medications
Tramadol, Amitriptyline daily
How it began
My entire life growing up I've had frequent headaches, maybe a few times a week. I dealt with this, though it was not pleasant. However, things changed after I finished university.
I finished university and got my master's degree in computer science. I got an entry level software developer job using my degree and things were going great. I was still dealing with headaches as always, but I was used to that. However, things started to change.
Three years into work, I started getting headaches every single day instead of once in a while. They were also getting more severe. I work as a software developer so I spend a lot of time on the computer, and I also play a lot of video games. Eventually, I quit my job and ended up moving across country with my family. The headaches were beginning to greatly interfere with my ability to concentrate at work and my mood. I decided I would take a short break, resolve the medical issues, and get a new job right after in a new place. I also decided to take some time off the computer and games.
Eventually, the headaches started to wind down. They slowly stopped, but I had a new problem emerging instead. The pain seemingly moved to my neck.
Explanation of problem
Every day there is severe pain in my neck. It is mainly located here, but when it gets bad, it feels like it spreads all around my neck, sometimes feeling like the pain is in my throat:
The pain is nonstop. Every day. It never, ever stops. It is extremely painful, with some days being much worse, for no explainable reason. It lasts from the moment I wake up until the time I fall asleep. It feels like a sort of dull pain, but can feel sharp when it gets very bad. When the pain gets bad, it spreads around my neck, and will go up the back of my neck into my head a bit. Any decent exercise will amplify the pain greatly, even something like a 20 minute walk. The amplified pain can last the rest of the entire day, and I've also had it seep into the next day as well. I never get any pain in my arms, shoulders, or back; just my neck and partially my head. The only other action that seems to affect it is looking down for a long period of time. Laying down seems to reduce the pain after I lay down for a while, but the moment I sit up or stand up, the pain immediately starts to escalate and get worse.
Beyond the pain, I have tinnitus. I've always had the ringing, but don't know if it's related. When I turn my head all the way left or right, the ringing immediately gets louder. Moving my head back to normal makes it stop. Moving my jaw a lot or yawning also adjusts the volume. The ringing is very often in rhythm with my heartbeat, going louder and quieter (wee woo wee woo). It can get very loud at times.
I began to seek medical help.
History of doctors
First, I saw a chiropractor. He did various movements on my back and neck after heating sessions. After many visits, the pain did not change at all and it was not helping. He advised that I should see a neurologist. In the meantime, I also tried a dentist to see if my teeth could be causing the problems, but there was nothing there causing issues.
The neurologist wanted to do an MRI of my head and neck. We did the MRI, and there were no problems found. He said the only thing he could see was "benign cysts", and he said that they would not be the cause of any problems. He additionally did a CT scan, which also showed nothing. He then referred me for some xrays which, again, showed absolutely nothing in my back or neck. He decided to refer me to pain management, saying there is nothing he can do.
I went to see pain management and they immediately decided I should do an Epidural Steroid Injection into the back of my neck. They said that this would likely remove the pain for some months, and if it worked, I could get it again. I decided to do the procedure. It was very painful. For the next week, I suffered extreme side effects; I was unable to sit up or stand at all. I had no idea what was wrong. It got so bad I went to the emergency room, and they said there was an air bubble stuck in my neck. They said it would clear up in a few days, and I should get some caffeine to help speed it up. They gave me some morphine which basically deleted the pain, and sent me home. That visit sent me a bill of $10,000 since I had no insurance. A few days later, the side effects ended.
After the air bubble was gone, it seemed like my pain was reduced and the injection helped. After a month or two, the pain began to get worse again, so, I begrudgingly decided to do the injection again. The doctor said I agreed there would be risks, so it wasn't his responsibility in any way. He said it happens to less than 1% of patients and he does the injections all the time. I did the injection again, and this time, there was no air bubble problems. However, it also did not help in any way. There was no pain reduction at all.
The pain continued to get worse. I told him it did not help, and he said "it has to be an neurology problem at this point, I will refer you to a neurologist." He also prescribed me Tramadol for the pain. The Tramadol significantly helped reduce the pain, as ibuprofen seemingly had no effect anymore. I was being very careful on taking ibuprofen because I did not want to get rebound headaches, so I was not upping my dosage, nor taking it every day. I was also trying acetaminophen, but it did not help either. The Tramadol helped a lot for my sanity dealing with the pain every day.
I started seeing a general practice doc at the same time as the new neurologist. The general practice doc checked multiple things, and asked a lot of questions. He had me try muscle relaxers and also continued to prescribe me tramadol since it was helping, and I was keeping dosage under control just fine. The muscle relaxers did not help at all, so he had me try a med called Amitriptyline. He told me while it is an anti-depression drug, it will help with the pain. I did not want to take meds that mess with how I feel a lot, but I decided to try it. In general, I don't like taking meds, and I don't like how they make me feel at all (including the tramadol) but I was willing to try if they would help. The amitriptyline did help with the day to day pain overall but not enough to make it bearable. It also helped with the side effects of the tramadol.
The new neurologist looked over my MRI and other scans. He said that he believes it may be something called a "chiari malformation." He also said the tramadol is probably causing the pain and told me to ease myself off of it and stop taking it entirely. He ordered more scans and decided that it does not seem to be the malformation. Getting off the tramadol did not help with the pain at all after 1-2 months of not taking it, and life was hell with the extreme pain. He had me do "trigger point injections" and these did nothing to help either. He said he could potentially do botox injections and they may help, but advised against it regardless because "I was young" and "they could cause bone problems later on in life." In general, I did not like this doctor at all; he was very rude. Eventually, I was told he was leaving the practice and he was replaced with a new neurologist.
The new neurologist looked over everything again. He said the other doc was insane to think it is a chiari malformation, and took it off my chart entirely to "not mislead people." He was very kind and tried his best to assist me, but really did not know what could be causing the pain. He also said the pain management place was insane to immediately try an epidural injection. Ultimately, he had me try muscle relaxers again and also try another med called Benztropine. He said it may help with the pain as well. After taking the Benztropine for some time, it did not help with the pain at all. He referred me to a physical therapist.
I saw the physical therapist and explained my issues. He had me do sessions twice a week for a few months. We did various stretching exercises in the meetings and he had me do more at home. The stretching exercises amplified the pain whenever I did them due to the physical exercise. Despite that, I did them as instructed every day. After seeing him for a few months, he told me that there is nothing more he can do, as everything he is doing does not seem to be helping. He told me that something is causing the pain, and his stretches and exercises will not help until whatever is causing the pain is gone.
I returned to the neurologist and explained. He advised I should try taking some vitamin B12, so I began taking supplements for that and other vitamins. He also referred me to a rheumatologist for them to check for any diseases or blood problems, but they found nothing after multiple blood tests. He tried doing some sort of special MRI that scans for blood issues... I don't remember what it was called, but he saw nothing wrong after doing the test. He advised I should take the Tramadol again as it was helping with the pain, but he really did not know what to do. He advised I go see pain management again because he was out of ideas. Beyond that, he told me I should make sure my glasses prescription was up to date with blue light blocking (which I did) and I should do everything I can to make sure I have good posture and everything when I do use the computer.
I told my general practice doc what happened and he still didn't know what to do. I tried researching online what the pain could possibly be from, but still had no idea. He decided to refer me to a university nearby to see a neurologist there, saying that they may have the knowledge and expertise to pinpoint the problem. I was really not happy with seeing another neurologist given what has transpired so far, but I decided to try. He also gave me a referral to an ENT to check my throat.
At this point, I got a new job working remote because it was clear this problem was not going to resolve itself any time soon. The new job is very easy to do but does not make full use of my degree. It at least gives me insurance, as I have spent thousands of dollars now with no aid. One day I had particularly bad pain and decided to just go to the ER and hope they could find something wrong... but this did not help at all. They just gave me some morphine and tell me to follow-up with my general practice doc. This completely removed the pain and I felt what it was like to be pain free for once in a long time, but didn't actually help to bring me to a solution.
The new neurologist at the university said I should have another MRI done. She said that their process is very detailed and they will look over things with scrutiny and have a good chance of finding the problem. So, I did another MRI scan. She looked things over and found nothing. She had no useful advice to give. She said "you have tried everything we can give in terms of meds" and she did not believe it to be a neurological problem. She said I should see an orthopedic doc to see if they find anything. She also advised a nearby headache institute might be able to find something, but she also said it is extremely unlikely they will see me if I'm taking tramadol.
I saw the orthopedic doc and he had me do new x-rays. He looked over those and my other scans. He found nothing wrong and he said that he has no reason to perform any surgery because he sees nothing wrong. He had no advice to give and said there was nothing he could do.
I saw the ENT doc I was referred to, and he stuck a tube up my nose to look at my throat, and he immediately just said he saw nothing wrong. He had no advice to give.
At this point, I'm pretty much losing hope. My general practice doc was out of ideas at this point since I've tried many meds and seen many doctors. He referred me to a new pain specialist to look things over. The new pain specialist really did not know what to do, but insisted I should try trigger point injections again. I did them, and nothing changed, once again. Because they did not help, he said I should try botox. My insurance denied the procedure, twice. He said he would do it for free with samples he has, and gave me the botox injections. A month passed and the pain did not change at all. He is out of ideas and does not know what to do. He told me to keep taking tramadol since it seems to help.
That's the end of my story up until present day. This is where I stand now. The pain has gotten worse over time. It still hurts, every day, never stopping. The pain is so severe some days that if I did not have the tramadol to reduce it, I would want to go to the ER. Many days I just want to lay down and sleep as much as possible so I am not awake, dealing with the pain. I have to push myself to do my job and often just want to sleep once it's over. No doctor has been able to figure anything out, and none of my doctors have any idea of what to do next. At this point my general practice doctor says that I should expect to live with the pain, and advise reading books about "living with pain." The pain is way too high to just tolerate. I can't stand it. I can't do any exercise because it will make the pain even worse. I spent months forcing myself to do exercise routines, walks, stretches, but it just makes it hurt more and doesn't do anything to help.
I might be forgetting some things, but it's been a painful few years. I really don't know what to do. If anyone has any ideas of what I can try or do, please tell me. Nobody seems to know anything about it. Nothing I do helps. I am getting very depressed.
Sorry for the long story. Thanks for reading.
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2023.06.04 13:23 aogiri214 30 [M4M] dates/ hangout

Hi! I’m a decent looking, discreet, looking for coffee/food buddies.Yung sana maraming ambag na kwento and meaningful conversations. We could start chatting first to get to know each other. If we connect or vibe then maybe we can proceed to the next step?
About me:
✓eyes, teeth and smile are my asset
✓needy, attention seeker
✓ bottom /side if that matters
My interests:
✓ Gamer, Coffee, Ramen, Anime, manga reader, Cat person.
✓discreet masculine looking(non nego),
✓average to good looks
✓extrovert talkative guy, with sense of humor and intelligence.
✓ replies fast
✓ top (non nego)
If any guys out there are likewise looking, hmu! Introduce me to your interests and I will gladly do the same. NSFW talks is fine.
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2023.06.04 13:16 anella-pro Looking for outdoorsy romance (hiking, cowboys, shifters, etc. - as long as they're outside)

Hi all, I'm looking for some outdoorsy recommendations. I'd love to read some more about hiking, just being outside, a cabin in the woods (not necessarily snowed in as that is too much indoors, but I'll take it, too), just romance in the outdoors. In this context I prefer contemporary, not too dark, apart from that I am open to all tropes and constellations. I read a lot of small town, which I enjoy, and I love if the characters leave the town for a hike every once in a while. Cowboys are fine, small town sheriffs are fine, archeologists are fine, environmentalists are fine, shifters, highlanders are fine - you see what I am getting at. I'm also happy with historical (tried Western frontier for that purpose and liked it). Explicit open door preferred (kink is welcome, but am okay with slow burn. The only thing that is really important is that the FMC is not a damsel in distress, but self-sufficient and tough enough (so please not city girls who get their high heels stuck on the mud, but rather heroines who prefer boots).
Books I read and liked {High Moon by Kati Wilde} {Eyes of Silver, Eyes of Gold by Ellen O'Connell} {Finn Rhodes Forever by Stephanie Archer} {Bears in Mind by Sam Hall} {Gilded Mess by Colette Rhodes} {Against a Wall by Cate C. Wells} {What Lies Beyond the Veil by Harper L. Woods} {Blackwood by Celia Aaron}
These are just some examples, to give you an idea (and I read several other books in the series/by these authors) what I am looking for.
{California Sunshine by Chris Mor} {Sierra High by Chris Mor}
My absolute favorite in this context, of course are Chris Mor's two books about hiking on the PCT (including RH, unfortunately this is an unfinished series). I'd love to find more books like this!
Thanks in advance, if you can think of anything!
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2023.06.04 13:07 bumblebubee The sound of songs

Hello friends!
I think we can all agree that we all have some kind of intense love with music! Well.. I’ve recently come to realize (and it really could just be a me thing) that I love so many types of songs but I don’t necessarily get emotionally hit by the lyrics per say but the by the sound of the songs. The lyrics are important! But my husbands pointed out the meaning or lyrics behind songs that I’ve sang to word for word but never actually truly listened to the story behind the song, which is really a shame! At the same time though, I really love my diverse taste in music. I have songs on my playlists (also, shout out to all my ADHD’ers with about 100 different playlists and constantly switching them up!.. ok, it’s kind of an addiction though..) that aren’t even in my native language purely for the sound of the song and how beautifully the artist sings it.
One of my absolute favorite things to do on a Saturday morning (typically I’m the first one up in the house) is put my Bluetooth headset on and go through the “release radar” playlist on my Spotify and just go through over 100 different songs since I’ve followed SO many artists.
My toxic trait is being a music snob and loving all different types of music but then singing along to the most basic B songs in the supermarket or on the radio.
Anyone else understand where I’m coming from? Like you absolutely fell in love with a song not really realizing you didn’t listen to the lyrics? I feel like it’s a disrespect to the artist but god damn do they know how to incorporate sounds together. I’ll fall in love or get incredibly emotional with the simplest little fragment of a song sound. The best way I can describe this is listening to “grazed knees” by Snow Patrol and just that little bell sound along with the high pitch tone is just UGH so beautifully haunting and sets the tone for the entire song.
If you can relate, let’s here some weird song obsessions from the “noise” alone!
Side note: Everyone is great here! Thank you for being you. ☺️
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2023.06.04 12:47 Total-Drama--- Me and my sister don't mind each other's presence in the bathroom when we have to pee - is it really that weird?

Idk if age is relevant, it was like that also when we were much younger. For the last few years I was living alone but recently I moved back for a while cause I'm in the middle of selling my apartments and moving out of the country. I'm 25, she's 16.
It's not like we're constantly together in a bathroom, to give you an example: She's brushing her teeth and I want to pee so I go in and do just that.
Recently I've learned it's EXTREMELY weird when I was talking with my friends and they were complaining how often they're late cause they can't get to the bathroom. And I was like "Well, I can, I we're both just minding our own business".
When I was living with my ex we were closing the door only when we wanted some privacy - like when I wanted to shave my bikini parts or when we felt really sick. Apart from that we were using bathroom at the same time as well.
Don't people do this? I kinda thought it was normal. Once I was showering after a one night stand with a guy I just met and he just casually went into the bathroom to take a piss, I didn't even think about it twice, just made a joke about marriage or some shit
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2023.06.04 12:47 that-gemini-bitch I became intimate with someone I met online after trauma-bonding. He ghosted me and I’m broke.

I don’t even know what to say or feel.
I really, really liked this guy, but we both had a lot of baggage. Mainly, we were both very traumatized by our ex-partners. We both agreed to open communication and honesty. He checked in with me multiple times, asking if he was “enough” for me and if I wanted to leave... I reassured him multiple times that I was not going anywhere. I meant it.
We both felt an instant connection. He was kinky, but also incredibly thoughtful and kind. It felt like our souls aligned. I hadn’t felt like this in a while.
He’s going through a lot of personal family struggles at the moment. I told him I was here to support him, or here to give him space, but I just wanted him to communicate which one he needed. I told him the only unacceptable thing was to ghost me entirely. I told him I was worried and confused. He blew me off for two days. (Before this we had talked all day, every day)
At the end of the second day, when I reached out again to ask what was going on with him and if he was ok, he finally, strangely, responded in the middle of the night. He told me I didn’t understand, had no idea what he was going through, and I was making everything about myself.
And then he blocked me.
It’s been a couple days now. I’m ashamed to admit that I try contacting him multiple times a day through our app, but I just keep getting the “blocked” message. It’s humiliating every time I try, and then doubly humiliating every time it doesn’t go through. And yet, I miss him. I keep trying. I’m ashamed to say I think about making alt accounts just to message him and ask… what the hell, man?
I was very insecure and had to learn to build back a lot of trust for this person. He would repeatedly tell me, “I’m not your ex. Don’t punish me for his sins.” And I had to swallow the trauma I’m working through so I could “let him in.” And then… he does this to me.
It’s my 30th birthday this week and I just feel like such shit. I just don’t understand how you can switch up on someone so easily. Or at the very least, I think you should let someone know, “hey, this is too much for me right now. Wish you the best.” I just got “you have no idea what I’m going through” after being blown off for 2 days, and then the block.
Is that normal? To treat people like this?
The most embarrassing was the first moment I realized I was blocked, mid-conversation. I wrote a long message about how I didn’t want him to misinterpret me, I didn’t want to make him feel bad, I was just worried and confused and wanted to help and I would do anything for him, whether it was support or space… hit send and got the “blocked” message. It never went through. I’ve just been kinda numb ever since.
I have plenty of faults. But I don’t think I’m horribly rotted enough to be treated like this.
Why do men insist that you lower your guard, when they have no intention of protecting your peace?
We are all so selfish. And I am so broken.
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2023.06.04 12:46 Koda_tj Feeling like I will not make it

Hello everyone. This will be a long post and my first one here but I am not doing well and I would appreciate any imput and support from anyone willing to read.
I am 28yo female and I was diagnosed with h pylori about a week ago. My lifestyle was not great through the last couple of years mostly because of drinking too often. I quit around two months ago in hope of reducing my symptoms (before diagnosis). I didn't have any problems with quitting and no desire to go back but my symptoms didn't get better. I had mild, occasional problems for about a year or two but during last 4 months it has become almost unberable and occured every day. GERD, silent reflux, tight throat, burning everywhere, feeling of food coming up, gums bleeding, heart palpitations and even painful bowel movements. My anxiety and stress started to get worse as well, I had two panic attacks with trip to ER, I was afraid to sleep because I thought I will die and I was convinced I have a heart disease or cancer. I got ecg and echo done in the hospital and they said it is fine. It helped a bit but I still am afraid of dying in my sleep since I've read somewhere about cardiac arrest.
I also have kind of a nerve-like pain in my lower back. Sometimes it makes my legs feel tingly. Doesn't happen daily but gets much worse when I sit or lie down so I started to think it is caused by a tumor. I was unable to get any exam done for that yet because I can't afford to do it private and I have to get a referral form GP but where I live it is hard to get to the doctor. They have rule of 15 minutes visits and you can only discuss one issue at a time so I focused on digestive issues.
I had a stool test done and it came h pylori positive. Doctor prescribed claritromycin, metronizadole and esomeprazol for 7 days twice a day via patient portal. 3 weeks of only esomeprazol after that. He didn't make appontment for me to see him as he didn't think it is necessary so I couldn't ask about anything. I send him a question about diet and supplements/probiotics but he only wrote that I could drink some yoghurt/kefir, no other informations. I have decided to switch my diet to light diet anyways thanks to this subreddit. I am also taking pre&probiotic and I don't have much problem with diarrhea. He said to come back a month after treatment for a second test. At first I felt better because I thought I just can take this antibiotics and get rid of it but then I started reading about it and I saw how hard it is to kill it permanently so I got worried again.
At this moment I am 3 days in and I feel terrible. The only thing that is better is no burning thanks to PPI but I still can feel everything coming up after I swallow. My throat is clenched and a lot of the times swallowing is painful and difficult. It makes me paraniod that I won't be able to breathe. I am very weak. My nose is dry as a desert. Heart palpitations got worse and my resting pulse is between 85-100 almost all the time during those 3 days, compared to around 65-75 before that. Sometimes I am able to relax for a bit, trying breathing techniques but my heart rate is not coming down. Evenings are the worst since I have brain fog, shortness of breath, headache and increase in swollen throat. Pain in my lower back got worse too. It's very intense and it occurs every other day.
I am so scared and I cry almost every day. I sleep maybe 4-5 hours a day and even then I wake up due to nightmares. Falling asleep is almost impossible to me because of my elevated heart rate. Also when I try, I have this jolt that wakes me up because I feel like I can't breathe. The back pain is not helping either sice lying makes it worse.
Reading about it on medical sites didn't help too as it got me scared to get fungal infection. Especially after I was throwing my bio trash yesterday and there was mold inside that got moved and emitted a bit of dust so of course I am convinced I inhaled it and will die of pneumonia or brain infection. At one hand I know it is my anxiety speaking but on the other everything is possible. I have read that with health anxiety I should not try to find reasurrance and let the anxiety happen so I tried many times but it just makes me more miserable, terrified and unable to sleep even more so either it is not working for me or I am not ready because of my physical state. Only reassurance can help a bit. I am also scared to take any medication for it because of even more side effects especially on my heart.
I started to read this subreddit since diagnosis and on one hand I found good informations about the side effect of this bacteria and diet change. On the other side I have read that a lot of people fought years and years with it, how this destroyed their lives and how many diseases it could cause. I saw most of you had 14 days of antibiotics and implemented so many other supplements and sometimes still didn't get rid of it. I think my treatment will not be enough and I will have to go through this nightmare for years. I barely made it through this last months and only 3 damn days of treatment and I lost all hope. You guys are superheroes for handling this for so long. I feel like I could only go through two weeks of even more antibiotics if they put me in the hospital. My heart goes to all of you. Even though we are suffernig from the same illness I see that most of us are going through our own, private hell.
If anyone was willing to read this and leave some feedback, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your time. Right now I just feel like I will never get better. Or it will take years of suffering. I wish you all the best.
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