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2023.05.29 16:45 RealAd1811 How do I (30F) support my boyfriend 33M) in his career?

My boyfriend and I have been dating a little over a year. For the past almost two years he has been working at an Amazon warehouse, he started packing the trucks, then got a supervisor role where he tracks down missing packages and supervises, and then he began teaching classes of new hires on how to do their job. They really love him there and he gets along well with all his coworkers. Problem is that he doesn’t like the pay. They encouraged him to apply to be a training ambassador as platt of the HR department, and he did, but hasn’t heard back yet.
In the meantime, he has a few friends that are in ironworking. His one friend encouraged him to join. He apparently signed up for last years group (they bring in journeymen once a year) before we met, but didn’t get called since they do it alphabetical. He did get called this year, and out of about 70 people was one of the 15 who made it into the program. He is the oldest of the bunch. He did amazing though, he got a 100% on his entrance exam, which is unheard of. He is really smart, his friend said probably too smart for ironworking. He did complete 3/4 of a college education in engineering, but ended up dropping out, he wasn’t really sure of a major, he was young and said he partied too much, his family has a farm and they needed his help after his brother got badly injured while he was away at college so he left to help his dad out.
Anyways, so he has been really on the fence with ironworking. It was complete news to me when he mentioned ironworking to me while hanging out with his friend on new years. But since then he got in.
A couple weeks ago he was talking, I know he and I are both really indecisive people, and I’m struggling with career decisions too. He was talking about how it’s hard to choose whether to continue with Amazon or start ironworking. He already started the weekly class for ironworking and is just waiting for a call to start a job and start his apprentice hours, which will take 3 years to complete. He already has a lot of knowledge and experience welding, etc., and has a big leg up, and should start at a higher pay grade. But he was saying how this work is going to be really tough on his body, but he would get good pay (about 70k after a few years I think?). He said he has student loans from college which he left in 2011, I’m not sure how much, but that is why he’s still living with his dad and brother, to pay them off, he said interest is brutal.
I do really believe in him, he is very smart and likable and handy and a good person. I told him just think about what you think is best for your future, I guess. He told me this weekend he did decide on pursuing ironworking because it will be better for his future money wise, with the better pay and pension and benefits. He said before that it will take him a few years into ironworking until his loans are paid off. He also wants to buy a new (to him) truck and a house.
I feel that my clock is ticking and I’m glad that he will have a good paying career but I don’t want him to do something he doesn’t want to do that he might not like, and that is hard in his body. I want to be the best supporter of him that I can be, and even though he’s made his decision I sense that he’s really not sure of it, and I don’t know what to do.
I currently live alone in an apartment and just got a slightly better paying job, just in customer service making 52k, and I also have 22k in student loans. I want to save on expenses and a roommate makes sense, but then my boyfriend and I won’t have privacy. I don’t think he is ready to move in yet since he is paying off his loans, and won’t be for a few years it sounds like.
How can I be a good girlfriend? Taking a higher payer job will be good for our future, he said he wants to start a family, and I’m already 30 and really wanted to have kids by 35 or so. But I don’t want him to hate his job or hurt his body doing backbreaking work, I want him to be happy and I’m sad that he is sad to leave a great group of people at his current job that all love him and don’t want him to go.
TLDR: my boyfriend currently works at amazon where he is well loved and has been promoted fast, but isn’t making too much, and has a lot of student debt loan, probably 100k or something. He recently decided after much, much indecision to start a career in ironworking, where the pay and benefits will be much(?) better, but physically taxing. This will be better for our future so he can pay off his debt quicker and we can start a life together, but at the expense of maybe his health and happiness. How can I best support him?
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2023.05.29 16:35 mert1380 I think my boss is makeing this up just to mess with me. I need advice

I work at dollar general. Ive been here for about a month. The job is very easy and i work 6 days a week and i allways try to learn and do as much as possible. But the boss allways likes to act like im messing up especially for things that werent explained to me. I could give you many examples but theres one particular thing id like to talk about. Yesterday i finished scanning a customers items and she tries using her card. A message pops up on my screen that says credit authorisation failed then it states the reson. Just a small message. I see it pop up all the time i just hit clear and try again. Im with the customer and were talking it pops up it probably wasnt on the screen long we were talking a bit. He says "rember what we talked about the other day?" "Im like about what i dont know" he says "you were to distracted talking to the customer when that message pops up you have to clear it right away. If she tries putting her card in again the bank will temporarily lock the card and she wont be able to use it and we would have lost another customer. You are to busy talking and not paying attention" me and the customers are both lookin at him like wtf theres no way thats not true. The lady i dont even rember what she said but shes just like what are you even saying. Literly its just a message saying the card didnt go through you just clear it and press the button again that allows customer to scan her card. Hes saying if the message us on the screen and you dont hit clear to get rid of it the bank will freeze the card. This is bullshit and he never said this. And i dont talk to much to the customers im an introvert i talk as nececary and after that even less so. Customers like to talk its a slowpaced store i cash out quick if theres no one behind them i talk a little bit and they go customers would think im antisocial if i just talked as little as possible. And he keeps acting like im doing big fuck ups and on thin ice like there are strikes against me. Heres a liat of his complaints since i started. Took to long with the training videos cuz he asked me to take notes so i never even finished my training videos. I was stressed tired poor mental health at the time so it was hard focusing on boring vid with important info i did my best wrote things down and even tried speeding up and writing l3ss notes. Nother complaint im mainly cashier he said hit the button when i need a coworker to help me its at my register and i press it and makes a little song of piano dunnananana sort of dramitic the sound of youvjust fucked up. Well i thought the button was optional and i say wait right here and its a small store, i go a couple aisles over get assistant and he makes a big deal about this saying i dont wanna tell you twice. Then gets mad cuz the moneybin the drawer not all bills are facing up. I think someone told me once but at my other job it didnt matter and it was habit so after he yelled at me for that i flupped em upright. And geuss what whenever a coworker uses my drawer even the experience the money is facing whatever way they dont do it perfect like i now do. He flipped out because i was working with him in the back stocking and i was multi tasking i brought out a big ladder to grab a box that 2as on top shelf for customer and i left the ladder leaned on the shelf. Im helping them ai get stuff and then i keep doing what he says trying to be fast show him im good fast worker. Well forgot the ladder and he says that if i leave it out and it falls and kills a baby im liable i get sued i go to jail im a criminal he called me criminal if that happens. I told him that i forgot a bout it and will put it back no one told me how important im new. Also were not aloud to talk back even if its constructive trying to understand or communicate he says i dont want to here a word and then just basicly threatens your job over nothing. And one last thing. Im quick with customers and clear them out do there stuff quick. I had no clue my transactions were being timed there recordi g when the order starts till i cash out the customer. He told me to be faster i thought i was but no one told me about my times being recorded, when im new of course its going to be slower then the others. Sometimes i wont cash out super quick cuz im trying to help a customer out they have questions they wand to put things back or im learning something or theres an error. He didnt let me explain myself and said i have the lowest times. I didnt no after that i probably cashiut faster then everyone else. I can have customers saying really good things about me right in front of him and how im really good cashier and then hell find some bullshit to tell me im doing a bad job and on thin ice. Its not justbme a lot of people quit because of him. You here alot that joone wants to stay. I care about my job and allways try 100% and since im cashier theres rarely anything for me to do besides customers organise things put things away. Theres no reason for him to threaten me . Nut ya the main thing is have anyof you heard about cards put on freeze because of a message saying it disnt go through? Such a horseshit lie. People leave the small ladder and step ladder out all the time and dont get yelled at.
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2023.05.29 16:30 Amerial22 What would you do advice.

I just finished a 55 hour work week. Everyday I go into work the first thing that happens is I get yelled at about some very minor thing that was forgotten about. Examples, leaving a SINGLE item of product on the shelf out back that "should've" gone out, order one extra box of something so we have more for the holiday, ' it all gone btw' or not doing this or that. Looking for genuine as advice. I make 20 an hour and every other job I see in my area non retail zero experience will pay that plus. I'm thinking about just not showing up tomorrow. I also have a dieing family member at home do work is making my life hell.
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2023.05.29 16:27 Sad-Fun-2272 A Complete Guide To NBN HFC / FTTC / FTTP / FTTB Installation

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Final Words
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2023.05.29 16:02 Spaceman-65 30 in 5 drawer mechanic cart box size

Probably going to buy the titled storage during the sale this week. Is the box basically the same size as the cart itself (I'm sure it'd be a little bigger for packing) or is it significantly different?
Trying to figure out if I can fit it in my normal vehicle or need to borrow a truck or something.
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2023.05.29 16:00 Ireyon EDC recommandations (Europe)

I'm starting a new job soon with a 1.5h commute by train and foot and I'm considering switching to a backpack from a shoulder back for back-pain reasons.
My requirements are:
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2023.05.29 15:54 RBrim08 Update to my first major attempt to completed a Nuzlocke of FireRed.

Here is the previous update I posted, for those that didn't see it or wanted more context to go along with this post.
After obtaining Zheos the Growlithe and leveling him up to a comparable level to the rest of my team, I headed west and took the underground path to get to Celadon City. The Rocket Hideout was uneventful and the battle of Giovanni was handled very well thanks to Hans, my Machoke.
I then went further west to hit up the grass on route 16 and, thank to duplicates clause, my only viable capture (aside from the snoozing Snorlax) was a female Doduo, which I captured and named Cerberus, who takes Ophelia the Butterfree's place on my team. I then took a short break to train up my team to level 30 and 31 in preparation for Erika. I had a huge surplus of money which I used to purchase coins to buy the Flamethrower TM, which I taught to Zheos the Growlithe and evolved him into an Arcanine. Cerberus the Doduo also evolved into a Dodrio at this time. Naturally, the two of them helped me sweep the entirety of Erika's gym, earning me the Rainbow Badge.
With the Silph Scope in hand and a decently leveled team, I made my way back to Lavender Town to tackle the Pokemon Tower and easily handled my Rival's team without any major damage sustained. Within the tower, my first encounter was a male Ghastly, which I captured and named Myon, after the admin on the Etrian Odyssey discord server I'm a part of. Myon takes the place of Skarner, my Beedrill, on my team for the time being.
After completing the Tower and getting the Pokeflute, I made my way down to Route 12 to face the Snorlax blocking the road (since the other Snorlax is on Route 16 and I couldn't capture that one). Attempting to capture this one proved very difficult, as it would rest spam when I brought it low. Eventually, I managed to bring its health down low enough when it was out of Rest PP and put it to sleep... but then it began to struggle when it ran out of ALL PP. Thankfully, my last Great Ball while it was asleep and in the red managed to capture it. I named him Hortence, but choose not to use him unless absolutely necessary due to Snorlax's innate tankiness.
Now having access to Route 12, I make my way to the Fisher's house to pick up the Super Rod, before making my way back to Vermillion City. Since I never encountered a wild Pokemon within the city itself, I attempt to fish up a 'mon and find a Horsea... which I underestimated the frailty of and one-shot with a non-crit move. I move up to Route 6, which I was unable to catch anything due to the duplicates clause and fish up a Gyarados, which I already had.
Routes 17 and 18 also have no Pokemon for me to capture, due to the duplicates clause, so after making my way down Cycling Road, I reach Fuschia City. I head East to Route 15 and, thanks to duplicates clause, my only viable captures on this route are either Venonat or a Ditto. The former is the first one to pop up, which I capture and name Madame. Within the Safari zone, I attempt to make my way deep enough in for the hope of capturing a Rhyhorn, but sadly come across a Nidoran♀ before that... which instantly flees.
Being rather underleveled for Koga's gym due to the large level gap between Erika's ace and Koga's, I take the time to level up my team to his level. Without any way to exploit Koga's weaknesses with my current team, I decide to swap Myon for Ophelia, the only Pokemon in my box that knows any psychic moves. I level my entire team up to level 43, the level of Koga's Koffin, which allows Hans the Machoke to evolve into Machamp at level 37, thanks to the Ultimate Randomizer making such evolutions possible.
Koga's gym is mostly uneventful, though I forgot how few of his trainers actually USE Poison-types--I fought more Drowzees and Hypnos than anything--before facing the gym leader himself. Koga's Pokemon are swept most handily with Ophelia's Psybeam... before a hard-hitting Sludge from his level 43 Weezing takes Ophelia down from more than half of her health. Thankfully, she had weakened the thing enough for Zheos to come in and finish the job with a Flamethrower, securing me the Soul Badge.
With Ophelia gone, I bring Myon back into the team and take some time to train him up to level 43 with the rest of my team. He evolves into Gengar at level 37 and, now sufficiently prepared, I head into Saffron City to challenge the Team Rocket-controlled Silph Co. building. None of the Rocket members or Silph Co. employees prove to be too challenging and even my Rival battle and Giovanni prove to be uneventful battles, which I easily handle thanks to my team being strong.
Sabrina's gym proves to be not much of a challenge, either, using Madonna the Gyarados to easily handle all of the trainers and all of Sabrina's team with Rain Dance + Surf and the occasional Bite... until her Alakazam comes out. It keeps itself healthy by spamming Calm Mind and Recover, and when she finally attacks with Psychic, I see that Madonna takes 5/8ths of her health in one attack... unfortunately, Madonna is the one Pokemon on my team with the highest Special Defense, so I have no choice but to keep trying to take out the Alakazam with Surf.
Unfortunately, a combination of another Calm Mind + Future Sight and Psychic ends up taking out Madonna, my most powerful Pokemon. Thankfully, her death wasn't in vain, as she had weakened Sabrina's Alakazam enough where I could send in Myon and, despite the risk of her exploiting his weakness, finish it off with a Shadow Punch. The loss of Madonna is painful, but I will persevere, as I set my eyes across the ocean, to the Seafoam Caves and Cinnabar Island, where my next Pokemon and gym battles await.
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2023.05.29 15:53 CalicoIda Highschool of the Dead... with guns.

Seeing how I was downvoted in the last post with the characters getting perks, now I will make quotes of the characters getting guns. There are two types of guns that I think would do well, wall guns and box guns. There will be seperate quotes for each weapon or type of weapon depending on the character and we will do this in character order. Depending on the size of the map, the box will move every few guns made when someone gets a teddy bear. Now remember, this is the Jingle to the Mystery Box.
Takashi Komura
"Well an over under Shotgun, don't see if this can be much help?" Purchasing the Olympia
"At least I can try to figure out what to do with this, I think Rei has a better idea than me." Pruchasing the M14
"Something to keep me light on my feet, might be running back and forth to get more ammo for this." Purchasing the MPL or PM63
"Well a Pump action, wait wasn't this supposed to have a scope?" Pruchasing the Stakeout
"Well if my legs want to, I guess I can keep running or ditch one of these." Pruchasing the Mp5k, MP40 or AK74U
"A little boy with his favorite toy!" Purchasing the M16
"Explosive barricades, might come handy in a pinch." Purchasing Claymores
"Restocked and ready for more!" Purchasing grenades
"Wait why is there a knife digging into my inventory space?" Purchasing the Bowie Knife
"Well sensing something happy that this box will give me. I would take my chances." Getting an Assault Rifle or Spectre from the box
"AUG more like AUG-SOME!" Getting the AUG from the box
"Wow this must be heavy, I don't think I want to develop problems from carrying this thing for too long." Getting a light machine gun from the box
"Time to blow some heads off!" Getting a Shotgun from the box
"Fighting me up close isn't fair, and now I get a SNIPER RIFLE?!?" Getting a Sniper from the box
"Now the entire crowd will have to see what someone like me has in store!" Getting an explosive weapon from the box
"Don't know if this would be much use?" Getting the Ballistic Knife from the box
"God why are you so cruel some times?!" Getting a Pistol from the box
"Don't know if its one or two?" Getting dual wield pistols from the box
"Wait what is this supposed to do again?" Getting a Ray Gun from the box
"Wow this should be interesting." Getting the wonder weapon of the map
"Just you and me my fuzzy pal, now lets go kill some zombies." Getting monkey bombs from the box
"Hey box! FUCK YOU!" Getting a teddy bear from the box
Kohta Hirano
"A shotgun with the highway in its barrels, I can't see if this would cause an accident." Purchasing the Olympia
"Hey this used to be my favorite gun to get from the wall." Pruchasing the M14 or MP40
"Ammo count is low and the rate of fire isn't going to help." Purchasing the MPL or PM63
"Well if they want to get up close and personal, I'm ready for them." Pruchasing the Stakeout
"Hey looks like I got something light and portable. Time to watch this kid run." Purchasing the Mp5K or AK74U
"This is a little off balance... wait doesn't this thing come with an underbarrel grenade launcher?" Purchasing the M16
"Now I want to be careful as this might trip someone up." Purchasing Claymores
"Well now I don't need to wait between rounds to get more grenades." Purchasing grenades
"I think this thing was useful for the first ten rounds, why did it have to become obsolete?" Purchasing the Bowie Knife
"Well me and my friends would always bet 950 on the Mystery Box." Getting an Assault Rifle or Spectre from the box
"Well someone could say I am happy." Getting the Commando from the box
"Time to go full Rambo on the zombies." *Laughs* Getting a light machine gun from the box
"I bet there is one where you can dual weld a Shotgun." Getting a Shotgun from the box
"Do you really think I need to be across the map for the perfect shot?" Getting a Sniper from the box
"No refunds from this party cannon zombies." Getting an explosive weapon from the box
"What am I supposed to do with this? Go down?" Getting the Ballistic Knife from the box
"I try my best to accept everything I can get in life but this something I don't want to take." Getting a Pistol from the box
"Akimbo with these things? This could be interesting." Getting dual wield pistols from the box
"This brings back fun memories!" Getting a Ray Gun from the box
"This looks... odd... I bet it can be useful." Getting the wonder weapon of the map
"I remember I wasn't fond of that mister monkey." Getting monkey bombs from the box
"Why did someone like me have to roll that dreaded teddy bear?" Getting a teddy bear from the box
Rei Miyamoto
"I am happy and ready to fight!" Purchasing the Olympia
"Wee! This is my favorite rifle!" Pruchasing the M14
"I wish I could hold another one of these with my other hand." Purchasing the MPL or PM63
*Laughs* "Look at this pitful thing, it was very expensive if we aren't to pay for its upkeep!" Pruchasing the Stakeout
"One two three four, these guns are in my... how does it go again?" Purchasing the Mp5k, MP40 or AK74U
"I don't like the mechanics of this gun." Purchasing the M16
"I completely forgot what these did again." Purchasing Claymores
"Strapping extra explosives to my body is a good idea? Right?" Purchasing Grenades
"Well time to stab and slice them to ribbons! Ribbons for Takashi." Purchasing the Bowie Knife
"Well if someone says fortune could make a lady like me smile, this could mean first love." Getting an Assault Rifle or Spectre from the box
"A nice cushion for my chest." Getting the FN FAL from the box
"I would definitely lay down and mount this thing to my body." Getting a light machine gun from the box
"Birds, seeds, slugs, deer. This has it all." Getting a Shotgun from the box
"Definitely reminds me of the scope of my rifle. I want to mount it to the M14." Getting a Sniper from the box
"Definitely want to take down the horde with this." Getting an explosive weapon from the box
"Gah I don't like using knives up close." Getting the Ballistic Knife from the box
"Why do you hate me box?" Getting a Pistol from the box
"Hooray! This makes me very happy!" Getting dual wield pistols from the box
"This is... MINE!" Getting a Ray Gun from the box
"Wee! This weapon would look to be a lot of fun." Getting the wonder weapon of the map
"A fuzzy little friend for someone like me." Getting monkey bombs from the box
"Where are you going box, did you dump me or something? Do you not like me?" Getting a teddy bear from the box
Saya Takagi
"Argh, I'm not a fan of double barrels." Purchasing the Olympia
"Who wants to reform the M14 Gang?" Purchasing the M14
"A little gun but it should have a deadly output of lead!" Purchasing the MPL or PM63
"Time to make their little heads go... boom!" Purchasing the Stakeout
"Something to keep my time occupied with their moans as they collapse to my feet." Purchasing the Mp5K or AK74U
"The MP40! WUNDERBAR!!" Purchasing the MP40
"A three round burst of... DEATH!" *Laughs maniacally.* Purchasing the M16
"Time to see their legs shatter into a hundred pieces!" Purchasing Claymores
"This makes a girl like me very happy." Purchasing grenades
"I don't know who Jim Bowie was but he must have been BIG and LONG and SHARP!" Purchasing the Bowie Knife
"Something like this would make someone as crazy as me but I want to hear them scream while they fall to my knees!" Getting an Assault Rifle or Spectre from the box
"Seeing something as strange as Kraut magic that makes the zombies go pop will make me smile with glee!" Gertting the G11 from the box
"So much lead, so much death!" Getting a light machine gun from the box
"So much fun in these tiny little shells." Getting a Shotgun from the box
"An excellent engineering piece... for zombie on the stage with me at the balcony seat." Getting a Sniper from the box
"I will be drowning in all of their body parts!" Getting an explosive weapon from the box
"The surgeon's favorite tool. Ze Doktor is in!" Getting the Ballistic Knife from the box
"A doctor's tools are numerous but this is one I wouldn't use." Getting a Pistol from the box
"Oh wow! Time to use these to harvest their organs!" Getting dual wield pistols from the box
"Glowing green balls are my favorite tools to perform an amputation. TO THE LEGS!" Getting a Ray Gun from the box
"Blowing them away with infinite damage isn't as fun as painstakingly taking them apart with finite damage." Getting the wonder weapon of the map
"My little monkey friend. Shall we go kill the hordes of the undead. YES VE SHALL!" Getting monkey bombs from the box
"All right fine! If you don't want to keep my medicine in check then you are fired!" Getting a teddy bear from the box
Saeko Busujima
"A good gun to start us off. Wait why does it have to be a shotgun?" Purchasing the Olympia
"Now this is something a warrior's desires should be taken into consideration." Purchasing the M14
"Nice and feather light. Divine wind would sweep over me." Purchasing the MPL or PM63
"Why would I need a shotgun? Shouldn't I be slicing and dicing instead of blasting holes into them?" Purchasing the Stakeout
"They say a true honorable warrior's kit is full of useful tools. This should satisfy my needs." Purchasing the Mp5k, MP40 or AK74U
"This thing should be full auto right? I am not one of a controlled bursts." Purchasing the M16
"Land mines for the honorable warrior to protect herself. This should be interesting." Purchasing Claymores
"I am glad to be restocked. I wouldn't have many ways to keep myself in fighting condition." Purchasing Grenades
"Now this is an honorable weapon to killing the zombies with." Purchasing the Bowie Knife
"A warrior's basic tool to fighting the undead, I lust for the blood to be spilled!" Getting an Assault Rifle or Spectre from the box
"This is considered the best of the best. I would certainly have to make do and keep fighting." Getting a Galil from the box
"A warrior has to be nimble to fight. This is too heavy for my tastes." Getting a light machine gun from the box
"Eh... not my favorite." Getting a Shotgun from the box
"I can't do much with this, I am no coward." Getting a Sniper from the box
"Can be exciting, can be not. To be fierce or not to be is my question." Getting an explosive weapon from the box
"Oh look two knives. I am pretty excited to see this." Getting the Ballistic Knife from the box
"It turns out the wretched box doesn't recognize my honor." Getting a Pistol from the box
"It's not like having two guns pleases me. I can barely control even one." Getting dual wield pistols from the box
"Can this... device... be of any use for a warrior like me?" Getting a Ray Gun from the box
"The warrior is now invincible!" Getting the wonder weapon of the map
*Chuckling* "The Emperor would be amused!" Getting monkey bombs from the box
"You wretched teddy bear. You bring all misfortunes to the entire group!" Getting a teddy bear from the box
Shizuka Marikawa
"Why do I always have to make the wrong choice and get the shotgun early?" Purchasing the Olympia
"A brutal way of dismembering them piece by piece. Wait it's my job to help patch them together?" Purcashing the M14
"Definitely a side arm I want to keep as a back up. I wish there were more automatics like this." Purchasing the MPL or PM63
"Takashi would like this to be used as a medicine dispenser." Purchasing the Stakeout
"Something that requires two hands to hold. It's like taking Zeke for his walks." Purchasing the Mp5k, MP40 or AK74U
"I wish I had one of these in Rika's weapon locker." Purchasing the M16
"Be careful and don't drop them." Purchasing Claymores
"Well I needed more of these like a shopping list." Purchasing Grenades.
"A cooking utensil for using it on them." Purchasing the Bowie Knife.
"Standard with every shipment." Getting an Assault Rifle or Spectre from the box
"This weapon wants to make me G16GL3." Getting the Famas from the box
"Concealing something as big as this makes it hard to carry at least I'm big enough to carry it without problems." Getting a light machine gun from the box
"They often say fun things come in small packages those packages are the ammo." Getting a Shotgun from the box
"I wouldn't be so useful if I was so far away." Getting a Sniper from the box
"Boom boom time!" Getting an explosive weapon from the box
"I heard this thing is excellent to bring downed team mates back from the grave. Now time to wait for someone to need my help." Getting the Ballistic Knife from the box
"This gun doesn't bring much joy to me." Getting a Pistol from the box
"Two pistols? I don't know what to say." Getting dual wield pistols from the box
"Wait what does a nurse with a strange weapon like this is supposed to do again?" Getting a Ray Gun from the box
"I guess we seemed to have luck on our side no?" Getting the wonder weapon of the map
"Aww he's so cute. I want one of these in my office." Getting monkey bombs from the box
"Wait you're leaving? Okay have a nice day box." Getting a teddy bear from the box
Alice Maresato
"Why would there be a gang with this gun, it's not good for anything." Purchasing the Olympia
"A beautiful piece of machinery, maybe good for points." Purcashing the M14
"This will get expensive in the long run, I do not suggest purchasing." Purchasing the MPL or PM63
"I can see this being helpful getting rid of that one zombie in front of me." Purachasing the Stakeout.
"Come baby we do the 59, eh?" Purchasing the Mp5k or MP40
"I can declare that this is my favorite gun from the wall." Purachasing the AK74U
"Second best to put them down in a controlled manner." Purchasing the M16
"I will surround myself in these to form a barricade, they won't be able to reach me!" Purchasing Claymores
"Well I would always fall in love with Semtex grenades as they just stick to them like glue." Purchasing Grenades.
"EEEK! I knife almost the size of me!" Purchasing the Bowie Knife.
"Well there isn't a rifle that I don't like. I would like them all." Getting an Assault Rifle from the box
"Okay guys I'm all set up until round 35." Getting a Galil from the box.
"Hey the box really loves me!" Getting the Spectre from the box
"I... can't... carry... this!" Getting a light machine gun from the box
"Time to blast some holes in those stiffs. I definitely want to see them fall." Getting a shotgun from the box.
"I can't tell if the AK74U, Galil, Spectre is now my favorie because this has outranked them all... probably not. I still love the Spectre." Getting a SPAS-12 from the box
"Hello beautiful I will cock you gently." Getting a Sniper from the box
"Is it really safe for me to use this? I definitely want them to explode." Getting an explosive weapon from the box
"I feel I want to immediately trade this for another gun." Getting the Ballistic Knife from the box
"Well gun you did it, you made Alice cry!" Getting a Pistol from the box
"Two guns is better than one and one is better than... what?" Getting dual wield pistols from the box
"My old friend, shall we kill some zombies? Yes Alice yes we shall!" Getting a Ray Gun from the box
"They will see what they will fear from a little girl such as myself!" Getting the wonder weapon of the map
"I would prefer Gersch Device or Matryoshka Dolls over this monkey!" Getting monkey bombs from the box
"Hey guys, the box disappeared, what... what are we going to do?" Getting a teddy bear from the box
What more quotes should I make? I definitely have had some fun making this as this would explain more about the characters in how I wrote them. I would like to hear your suggestions.
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2023.05.29 15:45 AFatCracker AITA for "just doing it myself"

A person in my life is pissed at me rn because after hitting 20 ive stopped waiting around for people. Im tired of it. The person in question im related to and she has a serial history of this kind of bs. Waiting until last minute, putting things off, like shit that NEEDS to get done off. Important shit.
So sometime pretty early last week if not late the week prior (like 6-8 days ago)i let her know that hey, im getting rid of that really nice handme down memory foam mattress i got a couple years ago in favor of an alternative sleeping setup. Im off monday and Tuesday, if you can find someone to lend you a truck you can take it and do whatever you want with it free of charge.
She said she wanted it, and that shed ask this guy named John if she could borrow his truck and grab the bed. Alright cool. Next time i saw her a couple days later i asked her what john said. She hadnt asked him yet. I asked her like 3x and up to yesterday. She still hadnt asked him. And no- it wasnt that she asked and he hadnt gotten back. I wouldve understood and made something happen with the limited space i have and held it inside for another day or two for her had that been the case. She hadnt even called/texted him!
I said okay but the bed WILL be curbside/ on my front deck monday morning and if it gets rained on it gets rained on. (I doubt anyone else would take it it doesnt look pretty. Its an old mattress for hells sake) I have plans, and i dont have space for a 8ft mattress. My place is 2 rooms and a bathroom its just not possible without looking like a hoarding situation.
She pitched a fit and got pissed saying she really, really wanted it. I said bro you already have 2 beds in your 3 bedroom house and you only have 3 people living there 2 of whom share a cali king. Its NOT that serious! If you wanted it sooo bad you wouldve made arrangements to get the damn thing. Ive got shit to do- PLUS two 40hr jobs to work- my time is L I M I T E D. The whole argument pretty much ended up with her calling me wasteful and me rolling my eyes.
Could someone else have used the mattress? Yes.
Is it supposed to rain this afternoon and tuesday? Yes.
Do i feel bad about the bed going to waste? Honestly yes. And if i had the capacity to do so i would have kept it. I love that stupid bed but i just dont have the space for it at ALL. I have a bedroom. A bathroom. And A living room- thats it. No guestbeds no kitchen nadda. Things bloody huge.
Could i post it for curbside and let someone else take it? Yes, will i? No. Because i dont like people/strangers especially digging thru my trash. My mom and sister used to do it and use my waste bin as their own personal walmart i dont like it. So its just an irk of mine.
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2023.05.29 15:42 Kronos_T I don't matter

I'm fucking tired of all the bullshit that people say that "oh, you shouldn't compare yourself to others, boo hoo". Like, yeah cool. If only that's how the life worked. You aren't gonna get a job for having pretty eyes. You'll only get a job if you're better than other applicants. Never in my life I have achieved something, mastered something. And even worse, half the time I haven't even achieved average, half the time I haven't moved past beginner. The only thing I've managed to stick to for a very long time was my hobby as pixel artist. But what's the point? This winter it hit me like a truck, when I've realised that I've first opened MS Paint SEVEN FUCKING YEARS AGO. And seven fucking years later I'm at best an average. In seven years people can achieve so much. I've seen people progress past my level of skill in measly a year. Why should I even bother. If I try to start learning something, there are already people better than me. And even if I waste time achieving some level of skill, those people will in the same time achieve something too, so in any way they'll still be better than me. No one will look up to me. No one will pick me. Because there'll always be people better than me.
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2023.05.29 15:41 Electronic-Aerie-375 Is this company pay legit ?

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2023.05.29 15:31 Gumbybum Lore Discovery Part 3/3: Fishbones, Flatwoods, and Colonel's Burning Secret

Disclaimer: This post is long, so you may want to save it and read it later. Also, I put a lot of time into both researching this and writing it up. So if all you have is negative feedback, kindly keep it to yourself. Finally, there’s a lot more that I’ve been looking into beyond the scope of this write-up. If you’d like to join my exp-LORE-ation efforts, please let me know.
Recap: Part 1 establishes that Colonel is the same kid who was playing with his “baer frends” at the Palace of the Winding Path. Part 2 establishes that Darius Angler was the author of the 4 Untitled Poems.
Edit: Hyperlinks don't seem to be working so I'm manually pasting my references to parts 1 and 2.
TLDR (mad spoilers up in here): Fishbones led the raid that killed Colonel and all the Responders in Flatwoods, and he could very well be Darius Angler’s brother. Colonel may have been up to something nefarious with the children of Flatwoods (but not in that way). Ra Ra might be Ward’s granddaughter. And it looks like mole rat teeth are used to craft Day Tripper.

We Begin at the End: November 2096. 13 Bridge Street, Flatwoods, WV. Responder Colonel died in the raider attack on Flatwoods, along with just about every other Responder that resided there. The raiders attacked because a Chem Addict stole all their food and chems and fled to Flatwoods. You can find her body and holotape just West of the river. But before we get to that, we need to look at what Colonel was up to before he died. Most people probably overlooked this detail because they haven’t explored Flatwoods since they were level 3, and at that point they didn’t have a jetpack or the Marsupial mutation. But Colonel’s front AND back porches are completely railed off. If you make it over the front railing, you’ll find the corpses of Colonel and (likely) the raider that killed him, Colonel’s second “Survivor Story,” and a stroller with an intact doll in it. Colonel was the “caregiver for children” in Flatwoods, so the stroller may have once been for an actual baby.
But on the back porch, Colonel was burning books, files, documents, and the contents of a mysterious duffel back on his grill. Colonel definitely had a secret and he was literally trying to burn the evidence. And that secret was his past with the Diehards and Darius Angler. If you follow the road West out of Flatwoods, you’ll eventually arrive at Hillfolk Hotdogs, which is the site of Untitled Poem #3 and the former home of Colonel when he lived with Angler as a child (you can find one of his “baer frends” on the kid-sized bunk bed). But inside the bus(?) at Hillfolk’s, you’ll also find similar documents and a duffel bag, just like the kind Colonel was burning in Flatwoods when he died. As a matter of fact, there are other similarly suspicious duffel bags and file caches along the Ohio River. And this takes us to Ohio River Adventures.
Fishbones is a Dirty Rat Bastard: In the exact same way that the Diehards returned to Crater, a former territory of theirs (and site of Untitled Poem #2), the Diehards also returned to Ohio River Adventures. Now, O.R.A. gets overlooked because there is no main quest line that keeps you returning to this area (maybe the grind for Raider Rep), but this place is former Diehard territory too. Now, it is critically important to know that both Fishbones (Bones) and Blackeye are O.G. Diehards. Blackeye was almost certainly Colonel’s 1st grade teacher back at the Palace of the Winding Path. But what about Bones? Well, my friends, I bet I’m about to tell you something you didn’t already know:
When Margie McClintock died in 2096 (as inferred what Rose tells us during the main quest), Meg Groberg took over and soon thereafter led the Diehards out of Appalachia before returning years later (that, you already knew). You probably also already knew that before Margie died, Meg and the other Diehards went against protocol and “shot first” when robbing people. Meg was a true raider in all the ways that Margie was not. But what you probably didn’t put together is that Margie died around the time that Flatwoods was attacked. According to the Chem Addict from Flatwoods:
“Chems Addict: Well, this is it I guess. Rock bottom I think they call it. I still miss him. Billy. I knew he was too young for me, but he made me feel good. Though it's the old Billy I really miss. The one who used to do nothing all day with me but listen to the radio and drink. I shoulda got out sooner when Billy and his buddies started torturing little cats and dogs. His friends... were no good. But that didn't stop me anyway. I can't believe my wake up call was watching people's heads... get stuck on spikes. So... what is an old gal like me to do? Steal all the food. Steal all the chems. And get the hell out of there. *laughs* I'd trade my last bite of food just to see the look on their faces. Oh, I know it's going to piss off Billy's friends, but I don't give a damn. I tell myself I should feel sorry for the little town across the river. But if I'm being honest, and that's what this tape is for, I don't really care. I call myself an addict, but it ain't the chems that finally got me. It was always Billy.”
I want to emphasize the “heads on spikes” part, because that’s something Margie would never tolerate. But Meg on the other hand let raiders be raiders. The other thing that I want to point out is “Billy.” I’m not saying for certain that this Billy is the same as Darius Angler’s brother, but I am saying that technically no body was ever recovered from the molten steel, and Angler didn’t see the accident happen because he didn’t work at Grafton Steel anymore. It’s possible that “Billy Angler,” who didn’t quit because “he needs the money,” could have taken out some kind of insurance policy, named his chem addict girlfriend as the beneficiary, faked his own death, and skipped town. Do I know for certain that this happened? Of course not. But what I do know is this: FISHBONES’S REAL NAME IS BILLY!!! The reason he’s obsessed with the letter B is because that’s his first initial. You see, at first I thought the raiders that wrecked Flatwoods were Cutthroats because of their whole feud with the Responders. But then I learned that the Flatwoods attack was caused by a bunch of chems that the Addict stole, and the Diehards were Appalachia’s great chems supplier (thanks to Angler). Furthermore, Fishbones’s current operation is spiking Mirelurk meat with an addictive substance (chems). And since Bones is an OG Diehard, it means he was the piece-of-shit raider that attacked Flatwoods and killed Colonel.
A Bit About Bruiser: I found a few interesting details about Bruiser at Ohio River Adventures, but nothing too profound. We know that he used to play football, his mascot was a “battle bear,” and that he spent some time in a vault. The likeliest conclusion from this information is that he’s from Grafton, given that’s the only high school in the region with a football field and it’s next to the makeshift vault that formerly housed a few raiders before the BOS took over. If you look up the IRL Grafton High School, you’ll find that it’s on Yates Ave (likely the namesake of Sofie Yates, a Responder turned Raider in Flatwoods) and their mascot is the “Bearcat.” Also, all the varsity jackets in FO76 have the letter B on them, but that’s more Fishbones’s thing. But none of this has anything to do with Colonel or Angler, so let’s move on.
The Charleston Cartel (2079-2082): From the Charleston Capitol Building terminal entries, we know there was a massive chem trade happening in Charleston at this time:
“Name: Matoukas, George
Date of Crime: 10.09.81
300 Block of Oak. Based on anonymous tip, Responder Atkins found subject peddling vast amounts of illegal chems out of his home. Over 300lbs of illegal chems found in the subject's basement.
Matoukas sentenced to 5 years hard labor under close supervision, with possibility of parole for good behavior. Chems were seized and destroyed.”
Since the Diehards’ operation at the Palace of the Winding Path effectively ended with the great rapture of ‘79, it only makes sense that the Diehards would have to adapt their drug trade elsewhere. If you actually look for raider activity in Charleston (outside of the courthouse), you won’t find a lot, but what you will find is very telling of their operations. You’ll find a dead raider at the chemistry workbench inside Hornwright Industrial Headquarters. You’ll find a few dead raiders in/above the pharmacy on the south side of town. And you’ll find a dead raider lurking outside the doctors’ offices (which is NOT the hospital) to the north. And this takes us to Dr. Joseph.
Dr. Joseph was a psychiatrist in Charleston who practiced both before AND after the Great War. He had the authority to refer patients to Allegheny Asylum and write prescriptions; Prescriptions that would be filled at the pharmacy on the south side of Charleston. To one patient, P. Davis, he prescribed Day Tripper. This insightful detail is why the Diehards were operating in Charleston in the first place. As many seasoned players have observed, Day Tripper is not craftable in this game; You can only find it out in the wild. Consider the following terminal entry from the Palace of the Winding Path:
“Log: 12.29.77 Since the war, incense ingredients have been hard to come by. We started rationing weeks ago, in anticipation of this, and doses are much lower. The sedative effects of the incense are a priority, to keep people from freaking out.
I've begun to improvise with some other ingredients and found some creative ways of stretching the supply, at least until things return to relative normal. Other chem supplies are plentiful.”
So here’s what I think happened. If the Diehards were in dire need of Day Tripper to make their custom chems (see: Making Incense), and the Responders had a healthy supply of Day Tripper locked inside a pharmacy in Charleston, and there was also a doctor who wrote prescriptions for Day Tripper, then all the Diehards needed to do was register a new patient with Dr. Joseph. Enter: Darius Angler.
Darius Angler was batshit crazy (if in doubt, refer to his manifesto). Angler, who now resided at Hillfolk Hotdogs, was also just a short trip up the New River from Charleston. He would periodically visit Dr. Joseph, get his prescription filled like a meth-head scoring Sudafed, and used the trip as a cover to smuggle the refined chems into the city. Essentially, I think he just made a loop around the southwest “island” of the Forest (area surrounded on all sides by 3 rivers, referred to as “Zone D”). The loop around Zone D functioned as a supply chain/assembly line for producing the chems that were being smuggled into Charleston. There’s a lot of suspicious stuff happening around here: Raider activity, duffel bags/files, bridge control, coffin conspiracies, etc. that I had to edit out for length, but I’ll try to summarize it here.
Hillfolk Hotdogs is where Angler and Colonel raised mole rats for reasons I’ll explain later. Follow the Ohio River south and you’ll soon come to a boat that’s not far away from a crashed truck loaded up with industrial chemical barrels (useful for producing industrial quantities of chems). South of that is a tent with a duffel bag. Further south you’ll find a 3-story house with suspicious files and a duffle bag hidden in the attic (just like at Hillfolk’s). South of that are some dry-docked boats with a chem box and a duffel bag. Even further south is Ohio River Adventure (a current Raider base of operation that served a similar purpose back then). Southeast of there, by Lewis & Sons, is a little “boat” with 2 stuffed bears, which I think was left behind by Colonel as he reenacted his river adventures with Angler using his bears. Southeast of there is a floating Nuka-Cola structure with a submerged safe guarded by 2 more bears, one of which has a liquor bottle. I think this is a dead drop and the bears are another work of Colonel’s. Heading East up the River you’ll find a raider-operated “store” at the end of a questionable bridge. Further east is Charleston, where George Matoukas was distributing the chems. And on the return trip down the New River is another dead drop directly beneath the Bridge on the west side. It’s a safe by a couch with a bear and Jangles (I think Jangles is supposed to represent George). Again, I think that this big loop is a supply chain/assembly line for moving chems and the components needed to make chems.
The smuggling operation also deviously involved Colonel and his “Baer Frends.” If you jetpack up to the very top of AVR Medical Center, you’ll find two people who OD’ed on chems, each with a stuffed bear next to them. So I think that either the Diehards were sewing chems inside Colonel’s stuffed bears and using them as drug mules to smuggle chems into Charleston, or that Colonel just climbed to the highest point on the hospital (as he did at the Palace and later in Flatwoods) and left two bears as a memorial. But I’m leaning toward the former because of an unmarked location in the Savage Divide that I found. It’s southeast of Bastion Park right at the bend of the monorail line. It’s essentially a fire pit with a bunch of stuffed bears thrown in it with a few dead party-goers around the area. I think this is the location where the Responders destroyed all of the Chems, bears and all, that they confiscated from George Matoukas. Speaking of George Matoukas….
Curious George and the Rocket: According to the above-mentioned terminal entry, George Matoukas was apparently the only criminal who the Responders sentenced to hard labor rather than exile. If you go to Rollins Labor Camp (formerly Rollins Work Camp), you won’t find a whole lot there other than Blood Eagles. But what you WILL find at the very top of the crane structure are two stuffed bears and a Jangles. Colonel, as a child, had a thing for playing with “baer frends in high places.” I can’t say with any certainty what happened here, but maybe Angler was the one who gave the responders that “anonymous tip” because Matoukas was starting to rub off on Colonel, and Angler didn’t want him growing up to be a Raider. Matoukas gets sentenced to hard labor rather than exile, with a change of parole pending “good behavior,” which means “snitching.” So maybe Angler took Colonel to visit his “friend” at the labor camp (visiting hours are a thing), Angler introduced George to a “rocket,” and Colonel used his toys to recreate the scene. Or not. Who knows? But what I do know is that the shitty poet (Angler) moved on from Hillfolk Hotdogs to go to the Cranberry Bog, and I think the Christmas Flood gave him the perfect reason to leave.
Untitled Poem #3: I’m intentionally skipping Untitled Poem #2, partly because I haven’t found much deeper meaning to it, but mostly because what I think it means is little more than conjecture. #3, on the other hand, I feel like I can make sense of it:
“white cedar leaning against the shadow of our river
peeling like asylum walls
hobbled together around dignity that died long ago
simple things to jumpstart fogged memories
holed as teeth hidden in tin
we leave our things pinned
winning only the stuck wings”
I think the phrase “white cedar leaning against the shadow of our river” is the title of the painting in Dr. Joseph’s office. Or at least that’s how Darius Angler would describe it as if it was some kind of Rorschach test. “Peeling like asylum walls, hobbled together around dignity that died long ago” is a reference to the office wallpaper, and perhaps another one of Dr. Joseph’s clients, Daniel Boone.
“Patient: "Boone, D"
Interesting case.
Patient responds only to "Daniel Boone" and indeed seems to believe himself to be the historical figure by the same name. I'd heard that some of the hillfolk can end up a bit off after lack of socialization, but I'd not expected to see such a case.
Advised that he be sent to Allegheny rather than the Penitentiary for further observation.”
There’s only a VERY narrow window of plausibility to suggest that Angler is Daniel Boone, so I won’t. But this entry seems to refer back to Untitled Poem #3, with worlds like “hillfolk” (as in Hillfolk Hotdogs), “Allegheny” (as in asylum), and “the historical figure” (as in dignity that died long ago). I think the line “simple things to jumpstart fogged memories'' refers to the Souvenir Magnet on the fridge at Hillfolk Hotdogs, and I think it came from Lady Janet’s Soft Serve (not Cow Spot Creamery). “Holed as teeth hidden in tin” refers to the mole rats that he was raising with Colonel at Hillfolk’s (the cat bowl on the floor is for the mole rat that walks around the trailer like Fry’s dog from Futurama, just waiting for Colonel to come home). And “we leave our things pinned, winning only the stuck wings,” refers to Angler’s (and Colonel’s) escape from the Diehards. I’m assuming this event took place just after the Christmas flood, once the chem operation in Charleston was destroyed with the rest of the city. But if you remember those dead raiders I mentioned earlier, there are a few more. Outside of Dr. Joseph’s office is a dead raider next to an ammo box. Well, next to him is a makeshift bridge that goes over the highway. And if you keep going in the same direction once you step off the bridge you’ll hit the southwest corner of Wade Airport. Immediately in that corner past the fence is a locked truck-trailer (watch out for the mine) with 2 more dead raiders and a power armor chassis (sometimes). I think the last line of the poem refers to this exact event, leaving his power armor (and compatriots) pinned in the back of the trailer so he can steal yet another Vertibird. Angler flew the automated aircraft to Watoga. Why? I don’t know. But it explains how he got to the Cranberry Bog and why his body can be found just a short distance south of the city.
Untitled Poem #4: Just like #2, I don’t have any deep insight into the specifics so all I can do is speculate. I’ll spare you the details. But what I think it’s about is the very end of his relationship with Colonel. I think the time Angler and Colonel spent together in the unmarked cabin southeast of Sunrise Field was just Angler teaching Colonel to be self-sufficient (hunting, trapping, maintaining weapons and whatnot). I think that when the scorched attacked Harper’s Ferry in 2086 that there was also generally increased scorched activity in the eastern half of Appalachia. The poem describes Angler providing cover fire to, or perhaps just drawing fire away from Colonel as escaped through Big Bend Tunnel, later to be found by the Responders. But again, like with #2, all I can do with this poem is speculate.
The Mysterious Mole Rats: This is a question I’ve had for almost 2 years now, and I think I finally figured it out. Back at the Palace of the Winding Path, there’s a lonely mole rat that lives in the computer room by the garden. There’s also a dead mole rat next to a dead raider pilot by a downed plane that was headed to the Palace from the north. I didn’t know what the Diehards needed mole rats for because I was only looking at the Palace itself. But the answer to this question is found at Lady Janet’s. Everyone thinks that the two bears in gas masks by the chemistry is just a Breaking Bad easter egg. But I think it’s yet another “baer frend” reenactment left behind by Colonel. Do you remember how the cultists at the Palace ran out of ingredients to make the “spiritual incense” and had to improvise? Well, one of the substitute ingredients they used, and the reason they were importing mole rats, and the reason the Diehards took care of the children like they did, is found in the baby carriage at Lady Janet’s.
A basket full of human jaw bones? Yeah…. Teeth. Or more precisely, “baby teeth.” I suppose mole rat teeth would do in a pinch, but as messed up as it sounds human baby teeth were preferred. This is why the Diehards at the Palace were taking care of those first-graders; because six-year-olds shed baby teeth like it’s raining molars! This also answers a question you didn’t even know you had, and it takes us back to Flatwoods. Here’s a note written by Jeremiah Ward who lived in trailer in the town (and the Ransacked Bunker before that):
“I, Jeremiah Ward, resident in the town of Flatwoods, county of... not sure.
Being of sound mind, and not acting under... duress. Mostly.
Hereby declare this letter to be my last will and testament.
Mia gets the house, and everything in it.
It ain't much but that's all I got to give and... she's all I got.
I know she's still alive.
The Responders say the dogs got her, but I know it ain't true.
They been real good to us. Teaching an old geezer like me how to really cook is something. I'll give em that.
But I know they lyin about those dogs. I seen em in the hills. There's some bad folks scoping us out. They took my granddaughter, I just know it.
I'll get you back, Mia. I promise.”
Mia, a baby who slept in the crib in that trailer, was abducted by raiders. And the only raider gang that ever had any interest in kids was the Diehards. And when you remember that the Responders had a foster care program that would later be run by Colonel once he was older, you’ll remember that a shit load of children went “missing” when Billy (Fishbones) attacked Flatwoods. And if teeth (baby, mole rat, or otherwise) was the secret ingredient in Angler’s chem recipe… and Colonel was Angler’s apprentice for a number of years before he joined the Responders… and Colonel was the caretaker of all of the children of Flatwoods… then exactly what was in those documents that Colonel was burning on his back porch?
Full Circle: So after everything, the Diehards lost their crop of children at the Palace of the Winding Path in 2079, but took the children of Flatwoods and left Appalachia. When they came back, they put Fishbones (Billy) in charge of the Ohio River Adventures operation, who is now spiking the mirelurk meat with a potent chem. It’s totally possible that Ra Ra is actually Mia Ward (Jeremiah Ward’s granddaughter). Hell, it’s even possible that Jeremiah Ward is somehow Ward from Foundation. Since Colonel was obviously keeping, and subsequently burning, secrets, I’d say he was also inclined to keep his raider past a secret as well as the truth about his adoptive father. Like he said in his Survivor’s Story, “he was bad.” Perhaps the reason he kept his Diehard history a secret from the Dassa and the other Responders was because he knew that the Responders were the ones punishing and exiling people back in Charleston. But this whole story began the day Darius Angler decided to get revenge on Grafton Steel. And if his brother hadn’t actually died after all, then it would explain why Angler stayed with the Diehards for as long as he did rather than returning to the Free states. Regardless, this entire story began and ended with Billy. “It was always Billy.”
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2023.05.29 15:18 Acceptable_Egg5560 The Nature of a Giant [48]

Many praises to u/SpacePaladin15 for this universe.
Credit again to u/TheManwithaNoPlan for helping edit!
News transcript: VRPBN Urgent Broadcast. Date: [Standardized human time] September 27th, 2136
We interrupt this program to bring you breaking news from The Cradle! It has been revealed that a large-scale evacuation of human forces from the Cradle has been underway for the better part of a Paw following an attack from the Arxur. Losses are yet to be tallied, but allied forces are thought to have taken extreme casualties over the course of the campaign. More information regarding the planet and the state of the remaining Gojid populace is still coming out as we speak, and we will keep you informed of all updates. Wait, hold on, something new just came in…
Memory transcript: Sol-Vah, Gojid Exterminator. Date: [Standardized human time] September 28th, 2136
We are extinct. The Cradle… so many people killed. The Arxur attack has completely destroyed the Gojid. The survivors were taken by the humans. The culture… the people…
I stared at the screen in horror, my quills raised stiff in anguish. It had been two paws since the humans and Arxur worked together to destroy The Cradle. The news kept saying things like ambush and human casualties, but it had to be wrong. The humans did this! They… they had to!
“The millions of rescued Gojid are currently on their way towards Earth as the UN retreats,” the news anchor continued, “Officials assure us that they are being treated well and safely during the transit. They will be moved to refugee camps on earth until more permanent arrangements can be made.”
Refugee camps! Ha! What a way to try and spin their version of cattle farms!
My people have been wiped out, none to see anything beyond a life as cattle for the humans or for the Arxur. All those people! All those lives! All reduced to nothing!
And there was nothing I could do.
I sobbed, burying my face in my paws. Why? Why?? Why did this have to happen??
There was a pressure on my arm. A hand. A paw. Meant for comfort.
I looked up, eying Mute to my side with one eye. He was always a stoic person. He had to be for his job. But here, he signaled his sympathy. He lowered his head and pressed it against mine.
A moment of stability.
“I-I never even went there,” I sobbed, “I-I was born off-world. I never- I never got to see my home planet.” I leaned into him. “It’s gone. It’s… it’s all gone…”
He held himself against me. I heard his heart beating. His steady breaths. It felt like a constant.
Mute patted me on the side of my snout, and began pushing me back. Part of me wants to protest, but he began signaling. “You. Safe. Good.”
He always tried to help us through tough times. “Th-thank you.” I wiped my snout to try and clean the runny mucus dripping from it. “I just… I wish I could do something.”
Mute lowered his head. “Sorry. You. Pain. Me. Pain.”
Empathy. The thing that sets us apart from the predators. Our ability to feel what another feels is always astounding.
Sharing my pain made it easier to bear, even if just a little. “Th-thank you,” I nuzzled under his chin. “Thank you.”
We sat in silence on the couch, just finding what comfort there was in each other’s touch. The television has faded into the background in our moment.
“… still unclear what shall happen with the refugees in the long term,” a Paltan labeled as a refugee coordinator said, “even in the last claw, humans have petitioned the government of Venlil Prime to house a large portion of the Gojid rescued.”
“And where would we keep them?” The Venlil talking to the Paltan asked, “They would need housing if they were to come here! You can’t expect us to just toss them into fields of tents!”
Come here? What are- what?
“Some humans have already been giving suggestions on where we could house them!” The Paltan rebutted. Wait, are the humans trying to make us complicit in farming the Gojid? I can’t believe they- “There are tons of apartments and complexes just sitting empty or with less occupants than they can hold! There are thousands, if not millions of homes just waiting for the refugees to fill them!”
Apartments? Homes? What? But- what??
The Paltan and Venlil kept debating back and forth on how Venlil Prime would be able to accommodate Gojid refugees. Mute and I just sat frozen, desperately trying to comprehend what was being said. They acted like it was a sure thing. That the Gojid people would be coming to Venlil Prime. That the Humans were accommodating everyone so they would be able to transfer to Venlil Prime’s protection as soon as possible.
But that… that was impossible! “That… that can’t be true! P-Predators don’t do that!”
But the pair continued on. Kept talking about how the humans were letting go of their prey. That they were giving them to the Venlil to not be eaten. It doesn’t make sense. The humans were predators! They invaded the Cradle and must have called in the Arxur! They- they must have! The Arxur just betrayed these humans since being traitors is in a predator’s nature!
But why did the humans rescue those Gojid?
The logic didn’t make sense. It didn’t flow. If the humans were capturing cattle, why would they give them to the Venlil? Where… where was the cruelty? The needless bloodshed? The abject terror of the Arxur? What are they playing at? Why aren’t they acting like…like predators??
Mute had their tail tapping on the ground as their mind raced. They kept an eye stared at the screen with a steady gaze. His attention was now fully upon the words the presenters were saying.
“They could…” I swallowed, mentally grasping at straws, “they could be lying. The- the humans have taken control of our media! They…”
Mute signaled a negative. “Calm. No threats.”
Mute was good at analyzing people’s behavior. As good as I have been. So if he said that the presenters were honest, then they were. And I had to admit that he was correct. I had seen no signs of distress beyond hoping to help the refugees. “Y-you’re right,” I groaned, “I don’t understand how it could be, but you’re right. They… how could the predators just give up their prey? It doesn’t make sense!”
Mute reached into his belt and pulled out his voice box. Whatever he was about to say, he felt it was important. “It Is A Show. Humans Must Act Good Around Us.”
“A show?” I ask, “you think it is an act? Just waiting until they can eat us?”
“Not Eat,” he said before coughing and reaching for his glass of water.
“But what else could they want us for?” I asked, “Eating people is what predators do!”
“There Are Worse Things,” he replied, “Slaves. Torture.” He coughed, “They Would Have Approved of The Facility.”
By the Protector. They would have. The logic fell into place before my eyes. “They… they’re biding their time. They must be. But… what can we do?”
Mute let out a deep breath. A breath of determination. He pressed his voice box against his throat. “We Protect Them Until The Taint Is Shown.”
He was right. That was all we could do. All I can do.
Mute reached over and grabbed the remote, shutting off the holovision. With a sigh, he stood from the couch and signaled to me. “Come. Follow.”
I reluctantly followed him from the couch, smoothing down my quills so that I at least looked somewhat presentable. I saw Mute grab a small bag of…something from a cubby before beckoning to me. I quickened my pace to match his as we exited his house. When Malcos had disappeared, all rights to property transferred to Mute as his adoptive son. It was a good sized property, allowing me to sleep in one of the guest rooms with a nearby restroom that, combined, was slightly bigger than my entire apartment. And the yard itself was a good size, with a small area that someone could grow a personal garden. But because of the demands of our jobs, the spot was covered by trimmed grass.
He walked over to a small garden shed. It looked to be in good condition, presumably kept up by Mute himself. I never saw anyone else on the property, so I was left to assume as much. He signaled for me to follow him as he opened the door, disappearing inside. Confused, I followed him in. What I saw was most certainly not what I was expecting. Within the small shed was an ornate Shrine of the Herd. While I wasn’t a follower, I knew from my time on Venlil Prime what one looked like, as it was one of the dominant religions.
In the center of the mostly wooden shrine was a metal cast of what looked to be a strangely-proportioned Venlil with four arms, each pointed in one of the cardinal directions. At the base were 8 bowls set along a shelf. Each held a single claw within. “What…” I pointed at the… offerings, “what are those?”
Mute pulled out his voice box. “A Predator That Shall Harm The Herd No Longer.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a common act for exterminators to take reminders of their tougher jobs. Keepsakes to let them remember what they fight for. I nodded and closed the door behind me, letting only the light from the windows illuminate the scene. Mute was knelt in front of the shrine, his head bowed and his eyes closed. I knelt next to him, doing my best to mirror his pose. It was then that I heard something I hadn’t ever heard before: Mute’s real voice.
It was raspy and thin, unaided by his electrolarynx that he keeps on his person. Barely even a whisper. Barely even words. “i will protect the herd from the taint. none shall bring harm while I stand vigilant. may my offerings show my devotion to the herd.”
A moment passed in silence as he simply prayed. I took a moment to stare at the claws in the offerings. They were mostly gray with age, some more than others. For the majority of the claws, I could pinpoint local wildlife that they came from, but the others were unfamiliar. One in particular stood out to me. It was smaller than the rest, with a distinct shape that tickled something in the back of my mind. Where have I seen a claw like that before…
I felt Mute’s hand upon my shoulder, breaking my train of thought. He had his voice box pressed to his throat again. “When They Come Here, I Shall Protect Your People. The Herd Protects Its Own. This I Swear.”
It took me a moment to fully realize what he had done. He had brought me to this so I could witness this. Witness his vow of protection, and see that he meant the words. This was a private moment for him, and he felt safe enough to have me around in it. Willing to be vulnerable in my presence.
I reached out and took his paw in mine. “You have always shown you were willing to do whatever it takes to protect others,” I said, “I have always had faith in you. Thank you for everything.”
Mute gave an appreciative bow, lightly nuzzling my snout. He had done so much for me. Offered friendship when I first came to the planet. Supported me through the incident with the Giant. Gave a recommendation to that security office during my suspension. And now, offering room when I had none, and an oath when my people are alone.
My tongue met his snout, giving it a careful lick.
He froze. I froze. His snout began to bloom orange, all the more apparent due to his exterminator cut. It was almost comical how it contrasted his normally stoic behavior and presence. His ears flicked with deliberate action. “You. Care?”
I did care. I hadn’t realized how much I had cared before. It had just been an unspoken fact. But now… “Yes.”
Now it was spoken.

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2023.05.29 15:12 Kinkstarz Am I Screwed ?

Hi everyone, I've currently been in "recovery" from all illicit substances except alcohol, prescribed benzos, prescribed suboxone and shrooms. I want to make it clear also that I have hepatitis c(the alcohol is my main concern now in my life). I was prescribed klonopin 9 years ago when I was shot and witnessed the murder of my best friend. I haven't got off them sense. I also experienced sexual abuse by my aunt and physical abuse/emotional abuse from nearly my entire family. So, to get to the point, I'm finally where I want to be in life. I've been to over 30 in patient rehabs (not exaggeration), and I'm to exhausted to run back to one when I know I should be. I drink sometimes half a bottle a whiskey a night... I drink every night. This combined with the benzos makes me forget everything all the time. When I said I was finally where I wanted to be in life I meant it. I rode a bike for 2 years living in a half way house sometimes up to 50 miles a day until I was able to get a car, then I moved out. I've got the best job I've ever had. They are paying for college for me. I just have a decent life. A some what normal one. Here's the thing, I'm becoming literally brain dead from the alcohol and klonopin. I can't remember anything and I'm pretty sure my liver is on its way to destruction. I am just to tired to run to a rehab again. I just can't give everything up again and start over again. Is there anyway to fix my problems without leaving a life my family and myself can finally be proud of (material). Am I doomed ? I really want to at least just a start, stop the alcohol. I drink to numb the pain of work and all the physical conditions I have (only 26 and have serious pain issues from the shooting and being run over by a truck while I was riding my bike) and also all the emotional damage.
Is there a way to at least nip the alcohol in the but without throwing everything to the gutter ? I really don't want to die. I feel myself dieing from this. I feel it. Help is well appreciated. Thanks
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2023.05.29 15:11 dclive1 Client Questions for a (long, 2 different cities) move task

Hi! New (potential) TaskRabbit customer here - and I'm aware this isn't a TR owned forum, but I thought I'd bounce a few questions over those who are most interested & aware of how things work:
I need to move an office area (medium sized wood desk that's all one part, plus an old wood chair that can't be disassembled, plus maybe 10 small moving boxes of office stuff) from one city (Dallas) to another (Houston). It's 250 or so miles from one to the other, per Google Maps, and about 3.5 hours drive, traffic cooperating. My hope would be on the TaskRabbit person having the truck or trailer or Nissan SV2500 fullsize van that could then move this stuff.
What should my expectations be on a (very) small move like this? Is this something TR can help with, or should I go with a more traditional move service? How would hours be charged, and is the 33% TaskRabbit fee (I see a common rate of around $60 an hour, and a common TaskRabbit add on of around $20 an hour) typical and expected?
When I read about most folks who list themselves as helping with moves, most of them feel like they handle sofa deliveries or in-town moves, which is a bit faster and simpler than what I am asking for.
What if when I select a TR person, they see the job and decide they can't do it (perhaps due to the dates, or the distance, or just not wanting to do a city to city, all-day move) ? I feel like I'm paying my money before even realizing if they can and will do the job...
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2023.05.29 15:10 PostalClerkGuy Rant about a dipshit clerk I had to work with this holiday morning

So, I volunteered for the 5am Amazon throw this morning, not at my main PO, but an adjoining PO I usually work at on Sunday mornings. I'm a PSE going into my 4th week, and let me make this clear, I hate to be the "noob who thinks he knows everything", but I can tell you, this one lady on shift with me this morning, I can confidently say that as a 4th-week PSE, I already know more than she does, and she pissed me off royally.
First of all: She complained about the work all fucking morning. Now, when I say this, I am a person with NO shortage of complaints and rants about the world, society, politics, and places of employment, so coming from ME, this means something. Yet in spite of this, and in spite of the PO horror stories I've read on this sub, I've come into this job with nothing but a positive, can-do attitude. I hustle, I don't screw around, I ask good questions (my trainer has commented on this), I've been following the directives of my highers-up even if they seem a little ding-dongy. The supe said something about "We're not touching the packages for [neighboring town] yet because we're short-staffed" and she got indignant and said "We're doing [neighboring town] now???" (this PO is a HUB, we do ALL the neighboring towns - again, I'm a new PSE and know this, she apparently doesn't). The supe just kind of rolled his eyes at her, acted like he was talking to a very slow child, and said "Yeeeeessss..." And she just generally, didn't know what she was doing a lot of the time. Getting confused about the supe's directions, asking him to explain himself a few times over, asking questions that I should be asking as a noob, except she's supposedly a regular, and I actually knew what the fuck I was doing, and she didn't.
But anyway, here's the kicker: We were dealing with some HEAVY Amazon packages today, though not a very large quantity, the hampers were getting full pretty quickly, and I was swapping out the hampers when they got full. At one point, she told me, "Let's just keep jamming the packages in there, we don't have that many hampers" (she actually used that word, jamming). Now, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm a guy who likes to consider the person who's going to receive the package. I guess I'm just a nice guy like that. We're dealing with heavy stuff, TVs, printers, huge bags of kitty litter. I don't want to stack shit high on a hamper, and have some heavy appliance that someone paid good money for, go tumbling off and break, and I told her this.
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "If it breaks, we just blame Amazon."
Excuse me????
As a customer, I once received a package from Curious Elixirs, where 2 of the 4 bottles were broken, and I was PISSED. And those are just drinks! (I actually don't remember if it was USPS, UPS, or FedEx that delivered it, but it doesn't matter, shit's basically the same everywhere). Imagine ordering a TV and having it come fucking cracked in half because some disgruntled DB postal employee doesn't give a fuck?
I told her no, I'm not doing it that way. She said, "They won't break". Side note: I hate when people do this, when they can't decide which argument they want to make. Will they NOT break, or do we blame Amazon WHEN they break? Make up your mind! It's like being on trial for murder, and telling the judge, "I didn't shoot the guy, and besides, it was in self-defense!" Which is it? You can't have it both ways.
(Also, we had enough hampers. There wasn't THAT much shit).
I complained to the supe and asked who was right. He said basically, "It's a compromise, you do what you feel is right". OK, so that's what I did.
She kept piling shit up in a hamper, at a certain point I made a show of taking some packages OUT of the hamper (angrily enough to make a point, not angrily enough to break them) and swapping out the hamper. The hamper I replaced it with was a little damp on the bottom. She whined to the supe that "This hamper is wet!" I don't know about anyone else, I'd rather receive a damp package than a broken one (also, it's 70 fucking degrees and sunny today).
Later she laid a HUGE, FLAT BOX (I'm guessing probably a TV) that was almost the full size of the opening of a hamper, across the whole top of the hamper, so that I had to stuff spurs around it. I took that shit off and placed it next to the hamper too.
Fuck me for wanting to be conscientious, follow the Golden Rule, and exercise care with other people's shit, right?
People like this bitch are the REASON people (not employees, the general public) have a negative opinion of the Postal Service. I'm not going to play Jenga with people's packages that they paid good money for and then blame Amazon when shit breaks, that's just not how I was brought up. I had a mind to go off on her for being a fucking idiot, but I'm still in my first 90 so they'd probably shitcan me if I did. Also felt like asking to never be put on a shift with her again, but a) I'm broke and need all the fucking hours I can get, b) again, I'm new and would be seen as a bitcher, and c) it's not my main PO, I don't even see her on the usual Sunday crew at this PO, this holiday is the first time I've seen her, so hopefully I'll hardly be working with her.
I would like to end this post though by saying, again, despite some of the horror stories I've read in this sub, my experience at the USPS so far has been mostly OK. Yeah, the pay sucks, and it's a grind, but pretty much all the folks at my main PO, including my postmaster, are pretty cool. Maybe I just lucked out. So far it really is just this C-U-Next-Tuesday I met today.
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2023.05.29 15:04 r_golan_trevize Bed Rails vs Stake Pocket Bull Rings

For my old beater 3-door Sierra, I found some bed rails at the junkyard years ago that had d-rings attached at several spots along the lengths of them and they were incredibly handy for attaching tie downs at the middle of the bed. Best $10 I spent on that truck.
For better or worse, they won’t fit my newer Silverado because of the length, and the chrome is flaking off so I wouldn’t really want to put them on the nicer truck anyway and I can’t find anything like them. The only thing I’m finding is anchor points at the stake pocket attachments.
I’ve already installed bed side caps to cover up some ugliness where a tool box was previously installed and protect the rails from further damage and I’m really happy with how it looks but am looking to increase the practical usefulness now.
I’ve picked up some rails I can put on there but now I’m thinking bull rings in the stake pockets and/or the accessory holes inside the bed just under the rails might be just as useful and won’t add to the reach over height, which is already noticeably higher on the newer, taller generation 4x4 Silverado than the older previous gen 2WD Sierra.
Or maybe just hooking straps through the stake pocket hole is fine but I find that awkward sometimes and not as reassuringly secure as an actual ring.
Also, bed rails on bed caps might be a belt & suspenders kind of situation?
On the other hand, I did like the symmetry and balance bed rails paired with sidesteps brought to the old truck. From 1000 yards away and if it was raining, she looked really good
Any insight here?
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2023.05.29 15:02 MVP9182 26 [M4F] Nebraska Looking for a serious relationship

I'm a 26 year old guy and I just moved to NW Nebraska for work. Haven't had much luck dating the last few years but it did give me time to work on myself so I think it worked out for the best.
A little bit about myself, I'm 6'2" with a few extra pounds (trying to work on that). My job is essentially being a farmer and I really enjoy it. I also enjoy playing video games, watching movies, playing guitar, working outside, and working on my trucks and tractor. I'm more of a homebody but trying to get out more also.
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2023.05.29 15:00 humanarystew83 Cloud City Realistic RP QBCore Davidscloud RolePlay Non-Whitelisted Active Staff FREQUENT UPDATES

About Davidscloud: Davidscloud is a long-standing gaming community that believes in creating a place for all gamers to get together and enjoy playing various games together without worry of pay-to-win spoiling the enjoyment. Our community is friendly and works together to achieve a place everyone can find something to enjoy. Cloud City is a community of mature roleplayers who are looking to recruit other like-minded adults for some drama-free, action/comedy-rich roleplay. We have a special place in our hearts for people that are brand new to GTA RP. We’ve all been there ourselves, and know it can be hard to take that leap. We could be your first home, or your new one! Here, you’ll find a fully developed city with all the bells and whistles, with more on the way. Come join us, and see what all the fun is about!
Features: Something for everyone! -Fleshed out discord for members to hang out and communicate outside of roleplay. -QBCore framework -Actual custom content/scripts (written and actively worked on by our team). -Active Development with daily updates and planned DLCs -18+ populated city with men and women, at all hours of the day and night. Members from multiple continents. Drama and Greifer free, no shit lording tolerated. -200+ Imported Cars, 1500+ imported clothing items (Non-Esl) -Buy and customize your own house -Own/Stock/Price items at your own store -Available activities include restaurants, paintball, hunting, gambling, fishing, trucking, and more for civilian RP. Many more activities are coming in planned DLC's! -Hiring citizens for Local PD, State PD, Judges, Lawyers, Car Dealer, the highest paying jobs in the city -Unlimited business potentials! -Criminals can rob convenience stores, NPC's, Jewelry Stores and Banks. They can also start their own Gangs/Criminal Organizations -You can find and craft items and weapons at locations all across the State -You can find, cultivate, process and sell Weed, Coke, Meth, Heroin, Vicodin, LSD! -You can chop cars for useful and valuable parts! -A 30-day daily rewards system that rewards money, weapons, and vehicles -Free Casino spins every 24 hours for a chance to win casino chips, money, and vehicles, if you're lucky
How to get started: Join the fun! 1.) FiveM Server Address: Search “Cloud City RP” in FiveM and connect. No whitelist application needed. 2.) Join us on Discord at:​
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2023.05.29 15:00 humanarystew83 Cloud City Realistic RP QBCore Davidscloud RolePlay Non-Whitelisted Active Staff FREQUENT UPDATES

About Davidscloud: Davidscloud is a long-standing gaming community that believes in creating a place for all gamers to get together and enjoy playing various games together without worry of pay-to-win spoiling the enjoyment. Our community is friendly and works together to achieve a place everyone can find something to enjoy. Cloud City is a community of mature roleplayers who are looking to recruit other like-minded adults for some drama-free, action/comedy-rich roleplay. We have a special place in our hearts for people that are brand new to GTA RP. We’ve all been there ourselves, and know it can be hard to take that leap. We could be your first home, or your new one! Here, you’ll find a fully developed city with all the bells and whistles, with more on the way. Come join us, and see what all the fun is about!
Features: Something for everyone! -Fleshed out discord for members to hang out and communicate outside of roleplay. -QBCore framework -Actual custom content/scripts (written and actively worked on by our team). -Active Development with daily updates and planned DLCs -18+ populated city with men and women, at all hours of the day and night. Members from multiple continents. Drama and Greifer free, no shit lording tolerated. -200+ Imported Cars, 1500+ imported clothing items (Non-Esl) -Buy and customize your own house -Own/Stock/Price items at your own store -Available activities include restaurants, paintball, hunting, gambling, fishing, trucking, and more for civilian RP. Many more activities are coming in planned DLC's! -Hiring citizens for Local PD, State PD, Judges, Lawyers, Car Dealer, the highest paying jobs in the city -Unlimited business potentials! -Criminals can rob convenience stores, NPC's, Jewelry Stores and Banks. They can also start their own Gangs/Criminal Organizations -You can find and craft items and weapons at locations all across the State -You can find, cultivate, process and sell Weed, Coke, Meth, Heroin, Vicodin, LSD! -You can chop cars for useful and valuable parts! -A 30-day daily rewards system that rewards money, weapons, and vehicles -Free Casino spins every 24 hours for a chance to win casino chips, money, and vehicles, if you're lucky
How to get started: Join the fun! 1.) FiveM Server Address: Search “Cloud City RP” in FiveM and connect. No whitelist application needed. 2.) Join us on Discord at:​
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2023.05.29 15:00 humanarystew83 Cloud City Realistic RP QBCore Davidscloud RolePlay Non-Whitelisted Active Staff FREQUENT UPDATES

About Davidscloud: Davidscloud is a long-standing gaming community that believes in creating a place for all gamers to get together and enjoy playing various games together without worry of pay-to-win spoiling the enjoyment. Our community is friendly and works together to achieve a place everyone can find something to enjoy. Cloud City is a community of mature roleplayers who are looking to recruit other like-minded adults for some drama-free, action/comedy-rich roleplay. We have a special place in our hearts for people that are brand new to GTA RP. We’ve all been there ourselves, and know it can be hard to take that leap. We could be your first home, or your new one! Here, you’ll find a fully developed city with all the bells and whistles, with more on the way. Come join us, and see what all the fun is about!
Features: Something for everyone! -Fleshed out discord for members to hang out and communicate outside of roleplay. -QBCore framework -Actual custom content/scripts (written and actively worked on by our team). -Active Development with daily updates and planned DLCs -18+ populated city with men and women, at all hours of the day and night. Members from multiple continents. Drama and Greifer free, no shit lording tolerated. -200+ Imported Cars, 1500+ imported clothing items (Non-Esl) -Buy and customize your own house -Own/Stock/Price items at your own store -Available activities include restaurants, paintball, hunting, gambling, fishing, trucking, and more for civilian RP. Many more activities are coming in planned DLC's! -Hiring citizens for Local PD, State PD, Judges, Lawyers, Car Dealer, the highest paying jobs in the city -Unlimited business potentials! -Criminals can rob convenience stores, NPC's, Jewelry Stores and Banks. They can also start their own Gangs/Criminal Organizations -You can find and craft items and weapons at locations all across the State -You can find, cultivate, process and sell Weed, Coke, Meth, Heroin, Vicodin, LSD! -You can chop cars for useful and valuable parts! -A 30-day daily rewards system that rewards money, weapons, and vehicles -Free Casino spins every 24 hours for a chance to win casino chips, money, and vehicles, if you're lucky
How to get started: Join the fun! 1.) FiveM Server Address: Search “Cloud City RP” in FiveM and connect. No whitelist application needed. 2.) Join us on Discord at:​
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2023.05.29 14:57 noiseartwork Something was watching me on the road.

Let's see? It all started when I was working for something like 7 months in the city of Coquimbo in Chile. Specifically, I was working as a journalist for a local newspaper and a small news channel, it was not the best job in the world but it was not so terrible if we consider that my dream was to be a writer. One day I was being required travel outside the city, particularly to Salamanca and do a report of those that you find at the very end of the newspaper or when you can't sleep and you're lying down watching TV in the middle of the night just to give visibility to small towns and communities, filled with some random ads and stuff, again, it was not the best job in the world, but I guess everyone else started with something like this.
I needed to be there in the morning so I mentally prepared myself with a good cup of coffee and some cigarettes, threw only what was necessary for the luggage rack and managed to say goodbye to my relatives, may sound like a dumb tradition but you never know ... on the road shit happens and for me, that isn't something new, I lived day by day in the office writing columns and sending reports where the number of deaths, the causes of the crashes and the photos, makes you wonder it could have been you or someone you know. But, despite that I preferred to go in my own car, I have never been able to fall asleep inside a bus on the road and moreover, it seems that almost all accidents occurred on these buses, in a certain way, my job was making me go all paranoid.
the car's engine started at 9:00 p.m. and there was a little drizzle but nothing serious, folk music on the radio was a good accompaniment while the city nightlife looked at me with his blinding lights in my attempt to escape the "fish smell" of Coquimbo. I drove for a while until I was entering the sister city of La Serena, and I stopped to eat some fast food, I tried to get in fast to avoid getting wet, I ordered another coffee and french fries to eat.
-Hey young man, where are you going at this hour with this rain, everyone else is at their homes sleeping and resting, do you want to catch a cold? I haven't noticed that an elderly woman was attending me. -I'm going to Salamanca. -And what do you intend to do in Salamanca? that's no place for nosy people or city dwellers The lady left me intrigued and I didn't even have to ask her to answer me. -some people there don't like to be disturbed you know, you can get an evil glance there, some "evil eye" stuff you know. - No, ma'am, I'm going to report a news story, I'm a journalist and besides that, I'm a little skeptical about that kind of thing.
The old-lady ended the conversation with a crooked smile and continued with his own things but deep down myself, the answer he gave me left me with chills, I was not a superstitious person but the seriousness of his face unsettled me. I took the last sips of coffee to wake up and said goodbye to my french fries trying to awkwardly get into the car. The conversation haunted me for a couple more miles, for some reason I was left with a feeling of latent nervousness and with the last lights of the city fading in the rear-view mirror, I began to remember the stories that my grandparents told me as a child... The witches of Salamanca, the cave of Manquehua, and other stories that were part of the folklore began to settle in my head. It was interesting to me to imagine these characters, covered in their black cloaks, walking hidden paths through the forests to celebrate within their covens in Manquehua in the middle of the night. Occasionally I was assaulted by the idea of ​​running into a "Tue Tue *" bird of bad omen on the way to Salamanca, or that a "chupacabra" jumped from the bushes onto the road, it is curious how "ghastly" this can be yet so interesting at the same time despite causing us fear.
The electrifying sound of white noise coming from the radio interrupted my thoughts, I was reaching the famous dead zones of the road. From time to time I noticed that there were abandoned houses, fenced lands, among other things but nothing out of the ordinary; It is very common for people to live in these rural areas for a while and then leave to look for jobs in the big cities, especially considering that the urbanization and modernization of our country had only happened a couple of decades ago, more precisely in the year 1970.
I look at the time and it is already 11:30 p.m. This trip is getting too slow for me, to make things worse the rain got stronger, the hours go by and I pass through a couple of towns, so I decided to park my car to smoke a cigarette before reporting to my family by phone, it's funny how people automatically have an infinite amount of topics for conversation when you're away, but they hardly even speak when you are close, later than ever I cut the call and the lights where extinguishing behind the vehicle again and disappeared in the middle of the dark, again it's just me and the road. The headlights of my car were fighting to illuminate against the darkness. The clock arrives at 02:42 A.M and The yawns start to escape from my mouth, there is no radio or telephone signal anymore, at this time you only occasionally see buses passing by on the road, a couple of cars if you are lucky enough but most of the time the road is abandoned. The rain gives me an unpleasant sensation now that there is so little light. Again I picked up the wrongest moment to remember the conversation I had with that old lady...
-you can get an evil glance there, some "evil eye" stuff you know.
A shriek on the side of the road scared the shit out of me, I saw a shadow rushing against my car and I stepped on the brake with all my strength next thing I know was the sound of the car window crashing and everything went black... pitch black.
It felt like time has stopped and I could only hear the rain, I don't know how much time passed by but it felt like a dream or perhaps, maybe a nightmare? I woke up with a terrible headache but apparently my body was intact, the glass was shattered all around the car and the clock said that it was 03:00 A.M. drops are falling inside the car, I try to sit up still scared to look outside but I notice that the lights were destroyed, I see nothing but shadows. I feel a stabbing pain in my face and it seems that I cut part of my face in the accident. I get out of the car nervous and listen as the glass chips on the pavement creak, maybe I could have driven over a horse or maybe some farmer. I try to illuminate a little with the cell phone flashlight and I notice part of the front glass scattered on the asphalt, a slight dent but there are no traces of blood, I try to calm down and take a couple of steps through the rain to see further and between the rain and the nothingness I could see with my eyes a body in the middle of the road.
I thought I must help, maybe I broke one of his legs or worse. walking a little bit faster I managed to get close enough, I was shouting at the body expecting some reply or at least some whining but no one answered and I feared the worst. My heart stopped for a second, I took a step forward to see the face of this body and everything seemed so surreal, it was a mannequin with hollow eyes.
I didn't know what where happening, a mannequin dressed in an old poncho in the middle of the road away from everything, a fucking mannequin. Fear seized me, I looked in all directions searching and searching but I couldn't see anything, what the hell was a mannequin doing in the middle of the nowhere? My head was spinning, and the sound of the rain wasn't helping. until I realized something. The question was not, what was the mannequin doing on the road? But who brought it? For a moment I gazed at the mannequin's empty sockets and then I heard a breath close to me, I wasn't alone.
My heart was racing, maybe they wanted to rob me or some crazy shit, I tried to take a glass from the floor and use the phone light to see around me to get back into the car, the seconds seemed like hours as I slowly walked, I thought about running but I felt that it could be worse, I felt stalked and when my legs began to tremble It was not very helpful either. A little before I got to the car I noticed several footsteps moving around me, they were watching me closely. I heard a sound behind me and the mannequin had disappeared, I was definitely not understanding a shit and I couldn't overcome the anguish anymore so I ran desperately towards the car but someone pushed me. I hit my face with the cold ground and tried to get up as I could throwing punches into the air trying to hit whoever was there, but it was in vain. The radio of the car started emitting white noise again with some random mumbling, I was not seeing damn shit and while I was trying to place the cell phone shining directly in front of me something had gripped me by my hand. I felt another blow and this time my cell phone hit the wet asphalt, lighting someone's shoes, with one stomp they broke the phone. I could only notice my car thanks to the taillights and I was completely blind now.
The rain seemed to be falling in slow motion and every second seemed eternal to me. My hands trembled trying to prepare a decent punch, a decent cut, or anything to whatever it was out here to defend myself. My head was spinning and my heart was racing and then someone took me by the shoulder, I could not see anything but I threw punches and kicks that got everywhere, they tried to grab my feet and I tried to get free the fastest I could until I finally managed to nail that fucking piece of glass and I was released, I fell my back to the floor. A murmur began to sound louder and I could feel someone breathing and gasping around me; I ran as I could towards the car again with my heart beating a thousand times per hour. I almost plunged into the vehicle and without thinking I start the car. A groan of pain was heard along with a loud buzzing and I closed all the doors and I shit you not the damned car didn't want to start, the rain only became even worse and my nerves were about to explode when a hand smashed against the car windows, then two hands and seconds later all the windows were covered, they were trying to break into the vehicle, I could no longer bear the fear, I started screaming like a crazy, I jumped on the seat and I screamed until my mouth hurts; With a kind of tantrum I started to force the car to start with kicks and blows, the vehicle roared and I hit the accelerator. When I looked straight ahead I saw a figure that shouldn't have been there and my throat felt tight; wrapped in a black cloak, just where the damn mannequin was, someone was holding his shoulder where perhaps I had nailed the piece of broken glass. The lack of front light and the rain did not allow me to distinguish his face.
I accelerated as fast as I could, flailing inside the car from side to side, I didn't care about anything anymore, I rolled everything that was ahead. I heard a couple of crunches, a gasp, and the car started to jump until a dead silence was present, I turned to look back and all sense of logic disappeared while a death-cold chill was traveling my spine. The yellowish taillights dimly illuminated a highway full of motionless bodies that shouldn't be there, couldn't be there; They were a bunch of mannequins totally still, lined up in my direction. I put my head down and hid it between my shoulders so I couldn't look anywhere, I felt like a little boy, I felt tiny inside the car in the middle of the blackness of the road knowing that the mannequins were behind me, I kept like this several minutes trying to focus on anything else while the car kept accelerating, my back felt cold, the truth is that I was sweating cold, I did not understand anything and the stabbing pain in my forehead returned to me; It was a superficial but fairly long cut, it was a miracle I didn't pass out and was able to drive straight with all this shit happening.
The rain insisted on reminding me of the conversation with the old woman at the fast food place, maybe she was right. -Why the hell did I have to come to Salamanca, maybe the witches had something to do with it !? Lots of ideas pounded my head as the car lost into the blackness, now I was alone again. I thought about reviewing what had happened and recovering my composure, I tried to play dumb and ignore everything until I noticed little orange lights on the black horizon; I had arrived into Salamanca and I went straight to the 1st town police station to report what had happened. I Poorly parked the car and launched myself into the station to seek some help.
It was already 07:00 A.M and the sun was about to rise, I lost track of time completely, I don't know how long I was on the road or how much time I spent at the police station. I nervously told the officers everything that had happened, they looked at each other and took me to the local hospital to verify injuries; Throughout the process, I noticed that they were looking at me strangely but there was a certain secret look in them, those kinds of looks that as a journalist you can notice. The day was cloudy and the sun did not appear, the rain was losing strength and I tried to assert my right to report until they ended opening an investigation by sending a patrol. With 3 points on my eyebrow and bruised face I tried to find somewhere to rest and eat something to close my trip, there was a middle-aged gentleman who, while eating, took the opportunity to ask me what had happened to me, I told him almost everything, at least I could Let me vent more openly without looking like a drunk or crazy inside a police station.
After a while where the man listened attentively to me, he sighed and took out a pack of cigarettes, finished lighting him and said: -Maybe they wanted to rob you. Maybe he was right, but his face changed completely when I insisted on the mannequin again. He took a glance over my shoulder and then fixed his eyes with mines. -Son, look. These things are not discussed here, do what you have to do and leave later, lest you end up traveling in a box to Manquehua. Again a chill settled on the back of my neck, and I decided not to ask any more questions. I didn't want to make my situation even worse. –Hey, and don't you know where I can rest? He finished smoking my cigar and this time he offered one to me.
Standing still in a town in the middle of nowhere smoking a cigarette a fucked up car? at least things can't get worse, I could watch the smoke and forget everything for a moment.
I arrived at the hostel that the man with the cigarettes recommended to me and slept for a while but I was still nervous so I took advantage and realized that there was a mechanic nearby, got a deal with him and I left my car for a few weeks under repair, took everything I was carrying in the luggage rack and I went straight to the earliest bus back to Coquimbo, I was no longer interested in the news or the job, I just wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible and whatever the fuck the Salamanca people hides, I don't care if they were witches or someone wanting to assault me, I know what I saw.
The local police called me later that day because the investigation did not show anything more than the possibility of an attempted assault on the road, they dismissed everything for lack of imputable candidates, but the truth is that at this point I don't give a damn; I am cornered to the window of this bus trying to forget and the orange light that glimpses within the clouds that remain, reassures me a little and helps me not to think about what my bosses would tell me for not attending the report and arriving empty-handed. I lost myself looking at the landscape while it stops raining and I found a moment of peace but, for some reason, among all the things that can be seen on the road, my eyes fell directly on a small scruffy cabin in the middle of this vast nothingness and in its windows I got to see a lot of mannequins looking towards the highway, right to where I was now. There were a lot of hollow eyes waiting for me somewhere on the road of Salamanca.
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