Hello everyone,
Here's a review of my new 4.6 kg hall.
First, here are my stats: - 202cm - 110 kg - 47 eu : 13 us
Let's move on to the review:
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1. Chrome hearts T shirt long sleeve: 8/10. Size a bit small tbh but excellent quality. It's pretty light, so perfect for summer. Size XL, Size Up for this one.
2. Bape T shirt: 9/10. Impressive for bape: excellent quality and perfect fit, I recommend. Size XXL, TTS.
3. Chrome Hearts Chain: 6/10. Not much to say, average quality.
4. Donda T shirt: 8/10. Good quality but 2 sizes down for this one. Size : L.
5. Foam Runnr: 9/10. Very good quality, but not much to say since I took it without the box. Size 48,5 eu.
6. Denis Rodman T shirt : 10/10. Very good quality. Oversized, very nice color. Size XL, size down.
7. Chrome hearts Silicone chain : 5/10. Very average quality, looks a bit cheap.
8. Stussy AF1: 6/10. The little disappointment, they fit a little small but are still pretty good quality overall. Size 47.5, size up for this one.
9. Finally the last item, Late Registration T shirt Kanye West: 8/10. Good quality, a bit oversized, faded black color, perfect for summer. Size XL, TTS/ oversize.

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Leave a comment if you need more information, I'll be happy to answer. Enjoy !!

Our dog of ten years old has begun to show her age. This sweet overly energetic pup has had the years piled on top of each other, and now her nature now exudes grumpy, entitled, and demanding. With this in mind, I agreed to write her karen complaints for you in the June issue, her story:
Confusion has taken over the old man called Dad. This past week he asked me, “Who put the bee in your bonnet?”
First of all, I don’t wear a bonnet. I sport a fashionable bandana to bring out the natural beauty of my red coat of royalty and superiority. He is so dumb; he can’t tell the difference between a bonnet and a bandana. Then he totally forgot in his ancient age that I eat bees for a snack. Where flies make good raisins, bees make an excellent spicy snack with a sting to it.
His biggest omission in common sense occurred last week when Mom was out weeding. Naturally, I helped her by offering a helping paw and chasing the bees away. Mom said there were no bees but that only shows how good of a dog I am.
My biggest reason for insisting upon helping wasn’t my glorious supervision ability, but my eye for danger in the neighborhood. Being the ultimate watchdog, I kept a vigil for any dangers entering our surroundings. All was quiet until the most malicious of evils beeped into the neighbor's drive in the form of a large brown truck.
Any guard dog worth their salt knows these trucks are the worse bringing unknown boxes of revolting disgust known to the dog world. I give a warning bark to scare the intruder away and the truck stopped backing up. Another howl of my fierce aggression to protect my mother, and dad exits the house to force me against my will back into the house. This pitiful, unassuming, and ignorant excuse for a man has the nerve to yell at me for doing his job of protecting my family from the unspecified horrors of the brown truck.

I´ve already made an excel sheet before for calculating the value of Extraction Pulls vs MD Farm, now it´s upgraded to be able to calculate with the new MD2 reward system as well. Here is a link to it in case you want to min-max with accurate values for yourself: Resource Comparisons There is a short description added on how to use the sheet, if that isn´t enough I´ll gladly answer any questions.
If we compare this seasons MD1 rewards with the upcoming MD2 rewards the difference is crazy. The old MD would give you 7 battlepass xp, which if you have battlepass bought is 4,2 egoshards on average. That would mean 96 MD1 runs roughly for unlocking an 000 identity or EGO. The new MD2 will give 30 batlepass xp, which means 18 egoshards on average completion. That means 23 MD2 runs will be enough to spark a 000 ID or EGO of your choosing. This is all without taking the weekly bonus into consideration.
Now we do have to keep in mind that MD2 will cost more enkephalin modules, but even considering that MD2 will be 2.5 times more cost effective than MD1 is right now. The time effectiveness is likely not gonna be as good as that, but even in predicting a bleak scenario where clearing MD2 will take 3 times as much time as MD1, MD 2 would still be 1.4 times as time effective as MD1.
This means that for anyone over 110 max enkephalin daily 3 refills will be absolutely worth it compared to pulling for identities/EGOs. This would mean around 3 times MD2 runs daily, so it´s your call to make whether it is worth the time investment. Even for anyone under that 2 daily refills are a must if you want to unlock as much as you can.
For those that have over 120 max enkephalin and have high lunacy reserves even daily 4 refills are worth it mathematically, it´s only the question if you will be willing to farm as much or not. These are the generalized results I got, for specifics you should use the sheet I´ve linked.

Thanks to "Sithking Zero" on the NoP Discord for editing help.
Memory transcription subject: Tellek , Farmer
Date [standardized human time]: January 19th, 2137
Has it really come to this, am I really this desperate?
I was, for all intents and purposes, broke. The last harvest had been terrible, in addition to the one before that, which was practically a deathblow for my new farmstead. The debts and missed payments had started to pile up, and I was one more bad harvest away from going completely bankrupt.
Like so many farmers before me, I was becoming another victim of the 5 harvest curse.
I told you that starting a new farm was a bad idea.
What was I supposed to do, brain, keep working in the office until I died?
I sat on my chair, surrounded by other farmers who were presumably in similar states of desperation, the room we were in akin to the schoolrooms I had been in as a pup; a desk and whiteboard up front sitting in front of the rows of chairs. Most of the twenty or so figures around me were fellow Venlil, except for a handful of Gojid and even a single Yotul who was sitting in the back, all of us awaiting the start of the ‘lesson’.
They claimed they had a solution to our problem, that they knew how to increase our yields. How could a predator know how to fix our farming issues?.
Human. Human Human Human Human. Not a predator.
Yes yes I know, I’m trying to be better about that.
I stopped my train of thought and corrected myself. Ever since the revelations about many of our allies being former predators, I had been making an effort to stop thinking of the world in terms of predator and prey. It was difficult at times, but given that I was working against a lifetimes worth of lies, I thought I was making good progress..
But even if “Predator” wasn’t the curse it used to be, how could a human claim to know how to fix our farming issues? Even if we ignored the differences between our diets, for all their advantages, humans were still far below our technological advancements.
Almost on cue, the door to the room opened up, and the figure of the human who had invited us here entered with an enthusiastic bounce, caring two large cases covered with black cloth
Unlike most, this human was unmasked, its piercing eyes and beaming teeth filled smile visible for all to see. I could feel the room start to fill with panic. Sure, logically I knew I was probably safe, but seeing the unmasked features of an apex predator caused fear to grip the edge of my heart.
I could proudly say I can walk past and interact with masked humans without wanting to flee anymore, but seeing those forward-facing eyes boring a hole into my soul was another task altogether.
Come on, you should be better than this.
I’m trying, ok!
"Hello everyone. My name is Joseph. I'm an ecology student, and I'm here to provide a solution to your farming yields." The human spoke with an unbridled joy, seeming to wait a moment while our translators attempted to explain what Ecology was, stopping half way through and seemingly giving up.
“You might be wondering why I’m unmasked, well we’re going to be covering a lot of ‘predatory’ concepts today, so if you can’t handle this? We’re gonna have bigger problems.” Joseph took a moment to broadly gesture to himself, leaving a feeling of dread to start in the pit of my stomach.
If this was just the start, what exactly was going to happen here?
Silence! Wait and see, knowing humans it’s probably interesting at the very least.
“I’ve finally been given authorization to start a trial of this program. Both the UN and Venlil governments are very interested in increasing food supply for both our people. As you might know we’re kinda at war, and logistics wins wars.”
The human paused for a moment, a shiver running around most of the room as he gave a large beaming smile.
“So to start: paws, claws, or tails up if you know about the ‘5 harvest curse.’”
The room immediately was filled with Federation species all raising their prospective limbs in affirmation. Of course we all knew what it was, that was why most of us were here.
How would the human know about that?
Basic research, simple reading, asking literally any farmer?
“Fantastic! I’m still going to explain it so we’re all on the same page. The ‘5 harvest curse’ is a phenomenon where new farms on Venlil prime often fail within the first five harvests. On a side note, the coincidental fact that five has a religious contention in Venlil culture is neat.”
I could feel an annoyance start to course through me, that the affliction currently driving me to destitution was being described as ‘neat’ by the callous predator. I mean human.
Stupid human.
Joseph either didn’t pick up or ignored my annoyance as he pressed a button, a graph appearing on the whiteboard showing expected yields over time, continuing on in his seemingly endless enthusiasm.
“So in general the five harvest curse follows a standard pattern of yields, with the first two harvests being up to 52% larger than even more established farms, plummeting after that until the business is non-viable and collapses. Officially the reason for this is unknown, with some vague religious stupidity about new farms being too far away from the center of the habitable strip.”
This was nothing new to me, I remembered feeling the joy of the sheer output from my first harvest, of wondering if I could finally make something of myself, a joy that had been whittled down as my last two harvests had been pitiful.
“However there’s an interesting thing, if you also plot the number of predator sightings during this time against the yields, you can see a direct correlation between number of predators and the success of each harvest.”
Wait, what? Is this human trying to say that predators… increase harvest? That can’t be right, that can’t be right at all. That would be insanity.
The data is literally there in front of you.
Yet it was there on the screen, a second graph had appeared on the whiteboard, tracking predator sightings over time in each of the farms afflicted by the curse.
“This tracks with most farms' general lifecycle. You buy a plot of untamed land on the edge of the habitable zone but you don’t have enough money to go full anti-predator. As the harvests come in you end up spending more and inadvertently messing it up.”
This caused a small amount of murmuring and energetic rejection by myself and the other members of the room, wiping away the previous undercurrent of fear. It was insanity, it went against everything I had ever known or been taught about farming and how the world worked. How could a predator of all things be beneficial?
Didn’t the introduction of humans also go against everything I had ever known or been taught about?
“If this effect is so obvious, how has nobody found this before?”
The sound of a Venlil challenging Joseph was greeted by murmurs of agreement from the group, causing the human to give a different kind of smile. Not a smile of joy or excitement as had been seen before, but the smile of someone who had something for this.
“Because you have. 150 years ago, a Venlil named Slavek wrote a paper regarding this. 119 years ago, Vicktal did the same. As well as Traval, Stralan, and Vilkin in between then and now. Those are just the ones I’ve found. Who can guess what happened to them?”
There was a pause, before the uplift in the back spoke up for the first time, a surety in the Yotul’s voice.
“They were diagnosed with predator disease.”
Joseph pointed at the Yotul in the back with both hands, the joy radiating from him.
“Based Space Kangaroo gets 10 points for being correct! Yep the federation has been actively suppressing anything that suggests that predators are more than some kind of eldritch evil, that and your surprising lack of hydroponics causes most planets to be dependent on the core worlds for food imports. Probably by design for control.”
Wait… that’s a good point, why aren’t we using hydroponics?
The human took a moment to switch to the next slide, showing a simple three part cycle.
“Most healthy ecological systems are made up of three parts: Plants, which are eaten by herbivores, which are in turn eaten by carnivores. In reality actual systems are far more complex than these, but as a basic understanding this will suffice. These three parts keep each other in check, each part dependent on the other, which-”
“Are you trying to say that predator attacks are a good thing? Are you suffering from predator disease?! ”
The Venlil interrupted once again to more murmured agreement, causing Joseph to give a sigh of clear annoyance in response. I wished the Venlil would shut up and just let the human talk.
“No, I’m not suggesting we airdrop a bunch of Nissa into the Capital, I'm explaining how natural systems work. Sapience obviously breaks this cycle, which if you deviate too far, you end up with something called trophic cascade."
The human seemed to wait a moment for the translator to once again fail to explain the meaning of the phrase.
I wonder how many basic concepts the federation lacks words for…
"Rather simply, the removal of one of these pieces has wider effects, reducing biodiversity and in many cases causing a complete ecological collapse. An example of this is the dust bowl effect, something the federation is well acquainted with."
There was a moment before the whiteboard changed before showing pictures of desolate barren worlds. Without any explanation I knew exactly what I was looking at. It was one of the… lesser talked about aspects of the federation.
"The Skivit grand herd are a species who go from planet to planet stripping ecosystems bare, devouring everything down to the smallest sapling. This removes important root systems that act as drainage, causing flooding and deserts to form as new plantlife lacks the structure to grow. In many cases these ecosystems are permanently destroyed, turning once lush planets into lifeless husks”.
I couldn’t help but feel sorrow for those planets. It was well known the impact the Skivit had on planets, once thriving planets of beauty. Although if I was following this human’s logic correctly did that mean…
“Now I’m not suggesting that the Skivit need a predator, that would be immoral.” Joseph cut off the thought I was about to have, seemingly understanding the logical thought many of us had picked up on. “But instead this is a real life example of damage an unchecked herbivore can have on ecosystems. If the Skivit didn’t have FTL travel they would have long ago driven themselves to starvation under their current society. It’s also not the only form of this trophic cascade.”
“Surely this doesn’t just apply to prey? Or are you saying prey are somehow inferior?”
The sound of the Gojid cutting in was filled with an unspoken challenge against the idea, inciting general sounds of agreement from those around him. Surprisingly however, Joseph seemed to respond positively.
“That is entirely correct, an overabundance of carnivorous species can also cause their own issues. Keep in mind what I’m describing here is an extremely simplified version, just the addition or removal of a single species can cause untold damage and harm to the diversity of ecological systems as the impacts are felt in the most seemingly unlikely cases.”
With that the human reached under the desk, taking one of the two covered containers he had brought with him and placing it into view.
“In Venlil Prime’s case, while the impact of Federation thinking has been reduced due to the day and night sides being mostly untouched, you still have the problem of overpopulation of certain species, and a lack of reasonable fear response from certain prey species. This has accumulated into the problem you all face.”
With that he removed the cover, causing a surge of fear to ripple through the participants around me until we all calmed down at what was underneath: A small cage, containing a single red bird busily eating seeds.
All farmer’s arch nemesis.
“This is a Flowerbird, a seed eating avian often coming in solid red, blue, or green. They are adorable, dumb as a sack of bricks and food motivated to a fault. They are also one of the biggest causes of farm yield destruction, with these birds alone being responsible for around about 41% of all losses. If we include Voidpins and other similar wildlife, farms can have up to 94% of their yield destroyed before they even get to harvest.”
Everyone in this room was familiar with the cursed avians. While your average city dweller would enjoy the sight of a flock of Flowerbirds, the farming community knew of them as a blight that devastated crops.
Joseph took a moment to open the cage, reaching inside and grabbing the bird. A small part of me wondered if he was about to devour it in front of us, before I tamped down on such an illogical idea. Of course the humans wouldn’t, we knew they didn’t do that. The Flowerbird also seemed completely unfazed about being in the meaty grasp of a predator, simply continuing to eat.
“Even worse, these things have basically zero fear response to noises and large beasts, probably due to all major predators having been removed. As you can see this specimen doesn’t mind a ‘scary predator’ grabbing it. As long as it has food, it couldn’t care less. This makes pest control tricky, as scaring them away is no longer an option. Poisons would be used in such a case, but they can have wider ranging effects, and poisoning prey is considered ‘Predatory’, not that many of you haven’t tried ‘accidentally’ leaving potential pesticides out.”
This caused a sway of discomfort to sweep through the room, tails switching in guilty movements as everyone tried to hide the truth of this human’s words. I knew I personally had considered such actions in desperation.
I mean, would ‘accidently’ leaving out a known poisonous chemical really be a sign of predator disease?
“Ha! I know enough tail language to know I’m right, that’s guilt isn’t it? I’ve read your internet, I know your discussions on loopholes about what is and isn’t predatory!” Joseph cried out in triumph as many of the Venlil of the room reached out to grab their traitorous appendages. “Now normally I would just tell people to stop being idiots, but in this case we can’t do that. Ironically because predators are actually dangerous. Because of your slaughter the only species left are ones aggressive and smart enough to survive. Shadestalkers are legitimately dangerous and can’t be left to interact with the farming community because people will die.”
The words from Joseph all sounded so… reasonable at this point. However, I, along with the rest of the room, were all desperately waiting for the other paw to drop. Because there would be, humans always had something they were about to do.
Almost in response to our thoughts the human placed the second container on the desk, covering up the first in response.
“Humans have dealt with this problem in a simple way, a way that our Yotul friend over there will know of. I need all of you to please remain calm and orderly, and to remember that you’re perfectly safe and there’s no need to overreact or panic. Humans dealt with this pest problem, through the use of safe predators.”
Before anyone could properly react to those words, the cover of the second container was removed, showing… a predator. An actual one, not a human but an actual real threat. Small piercing front facing yellow eyes attached to a brown feline form, sulking from the cage it was being held in.
Speh speh speh speh that’s a PREDATOR, A FERAL PREDATOR
If it was a danger the human wouldn't have-
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO DO NOT LIKE NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.
The panic in the room was immediate. Sapient human predators we had gotten used to, but none sapient ones were another deal entirely. Chaos started to spread as the 7 in the front row got up, pushing themselves up against the back wall as everyone else in the room did the same. Three Venlil made the choice to bolt out of the room, rushing past the human and his tiny devourer, while another clean fainted, hitting the floor with a thud. One even decided to take things further, jumping out of the singular window attached to the far wall in a frantic motion.
I could feel fear overwhelm me, desperately staring at the feline and waiting for it to make its move. What was the human thinking, it was going to attack at any moment, it was going to-
“STOP, Stop this stupidity. Right. NOW!”
The stern commanding voice of Joseph caused everyone in the room to freeze. The calm enthusiastic demeanor of the predator was gone, replaced with an emotion I’d never actually seen a human show before: anger.
“It has been six months! Do you really still believe that the UN or the Venlil government would put you in actual danger? You’re still thinking based on your stupid fascist Federation propaganda. Thinking that tells you that the Yotul are primitive, or the Venlil are weak. Propaganda that says genetically modifying people against their will is morally OK”
I knew that humans normally bared their teeth in joy, as a sign of happiness and friendship. This wasn’t the case right now, as everything in Joseph’s body language screamed of rage, of pain, of words spoken through gritted teeth. Nobody in the room was focused on the predator in the cage at this point, instead all eyes staring at the human. Suddenly the feline mattered a lot less than the anger of the human.
“That sort of thinking leads to the belief that killing over a billion innocent people is somehow the right thing to do. You are all presumably intelligent sapient adults able to think things through logically. Could you all please act that way?”
I could see the swishes of shame from the other Venlil’s tails, everyone in the room avoiding eye contact guiltily. Well, apart from the Yotul, who had remained seated and calm this entire time, staring almost joyfully at the feline predator. The human, of course, was completely right. Taking a moment to force myself to think, the predator was safely behind metal bars and was making no move to attack, seemingly content to stare lazily at us.
You finished overreacting?
Shut up, brain.
“Also, at the risk of ruining the angry vibe I’m giving off, is the guy who jumped out the window OK? Jesus Christ, we are two stories up, do we have to call someone or….”
Joseph had relaxed a little in response to the group calming down, allowing the normal empathetic nature of humans to come through once more. Slowly I made my way to the window, looking down to see a singular Venlil running off into the distance.
“I-I think he’s fine.” I responded, causing the human to give a sigh of relief in response.
“Good. Note to self, do this in a room without windows next time… or maybe just the ground floor. So, to continue where I left off, humans have used tame predators as a natural non-invasive form of pest control since we started farming. This is a cat, completely harmless unless you’re a small rodent or bird. They also have this effect.”
With a flourish Joseph removed the covering for the cage containing the Flowerbird once more, the red little avian had been busily eating during the entire presentation so far. However upon spotting the Feline predator did something none of us had ever seen before.
It stopped eating. Wait, the human managed to get a Flowerbird to stop eating! I didn’t even know that was possible…
Giving repeated alarmed chirps it moved as far away as it could from the predator, still trapped inside the small cage, a frantic fear obvious on the poor little thing. Joseph let this go on for a few moments more, before dropping the cover back on and silencing the Flowerbird once more.
Everyone in the room was shocked. You could literally scream and shout all you wanted at the dumb little birds and they would ignore you and continue to devour crops. The fact that the feral predator had managed to stop the bird from doing that simply with its presence… was huge. Was more than huge.
“As you can see, the instincts of the ‘prey’ animal still remain. Presumably, whatever predator used to hunt these Flowerbirds has a resemblance to our cats. Normally it would be sacrilege to suggest introducing cats to an ecosystem, but in this case your ecosystems are so messed up that’s exactly what we want to do: Provide any farmer who wants one with a kitten, in order to quickly reduce yield lost to pests.”
I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t interested. On the one hand having a vicious predator in my house, where my pups would visit seemed like something a predator diseased individual would only consider. On the other hand, nothing else I had ever tried had even come close to the simple effectiveness shown here.
Would I be this desperate and in debt if I had one of these “cats” already?
“So I can see you’re all still a little worried, so we’re going to have a little discussion, for which I need a volunteer-'' The Yotul in the back practically fell over with excitement, with his arm raised immediately as he interrupted, causing Joseph to give a small smile. “One who isn’t a Yotul. I know your history with similar pets, and we are totally going to hook you up with a cat, but for this I could do with a Venlil please.”
The Yotul sat back down, a look of disappointment plastered over his face as the rest of the room shifted uncomfortably. Nobody wanted to be the person to step up and presumably get closer to the predator. Until I found myself raising my hand.
Brain, what the hell are you doing?
You said you wanted to be better, and we’re desperate.
NOT LIKE THIS BRAIN!
In a blur I found myself being introduced to the room and being told to sit at a chair next to the desk in front of the rest of the members here. Then, to my horror, Joseph opened the cage and took the feline predator out of its holding cell. The human took a few moments to fuss over the beast before turning to the rest of us.
“So now that we have our volunteer, let's logically look at our ‘dangerous predator’. The first thing to notice is simply the size. Regardless of anything else, size matters, size matters a lot. It’s hard to feel threatened by something that you can literally throw across the room.”
Joseph took a moment to hold the small creature next to me for context, highlighting just how small the predator actually was: barely the size of a Skivit, like a furry little pup. Logically if it wasn't for the forward facing eyes, I might consider it… cute?
“But what about its teeth and claws? It’s a predator that will tear people apart!”
The voice of the Gojid sounded out, a shrill fearful voice filled with barely contained panic and fear, the source of the sound looking ready to flee even though they weren’t the one sitting next to the predator
“Let's compare these. Tellek can you please extend your paws and show your claws to the group.”
I did as asked, my four black claws visible for all to see as Joseph moved the predator close. He stretched out one of its paws and pressed on a knuckle, a singular sharp claw protruding as he did so, causing a fresh burst of fear to erupt in my heart from being so close to such a thing.
Although if I was to be fully honest, if I was comparing the two, the predator’s claw were…
“As you can see, the cat’s claw, while sharper, is far smaller and more brittle. A Venlil can do some serious damage with their claws, while the worst this cat’s claw could do is break the skin. The teeth are similar, if you could show the group your pearly whites please.”
I again did as asked, feeling embarrassed and weird just having my mouth wide open in front of everyone. I hoped that there was nothing stuck in my teeth. While I did Joseph manhandled the cat again, taking a moment to move the lips and display the sharp needle point teeth, doing so for a moment before the small predator gave a small lazy growl of annoyance, clearly reaching the end of its acceptability.
“Once again we have similar results: Notice the small size of the cat's teeth compared with the Venlil’s. These would pierce skin, the Venlil’s would pulverize bone. Gojid aren’t much better with your literal claws and a back full of knives. Ironically enough the two ‘predators’ in the room are probably the least physically imposing.”
There was a moment as the room seemed to ponder this statement, allowing Joseph enough time to place the cat on the desk next to me, the predator promptly giving a stretch then curling up into a ball. The human was right, even humans themselves were physically… underwhelming, apart from their endurance. No claws, small teeth, no defensive armor or spines.
It’s kinda sad to think the only reason we’re all so scared of humans is their eye placement.
“Now the UN and Venlil government are looking for people to use cats as pest control to increase farming yield, with an initial trial size of about 100 participants. We’re offering a stipend for food, instructional care of your kitten, and as much support as needed. There are risks, for instance you’re going to need warning signs near your property and a containment system, as cats are actually dangerous to the Dossur.”
I could hardly hear Joseph speak, my entire concentration focused on the predator right next to me. I knew logically that the human wouldn’t do something to bring me to harm, but it was difficult to think that with a potentially feral predator right next to me. I saw its eyes fixate onto mine and I quickly looked away.
Maybe if I don’t look at it, it won’t take it as a challenge.
However much to both mine and the rest of the room's shock, slowly and carefully the cat stood up, stretched once before walking purposefully towards me, the room erupting into cries of worry as it leapt off the desk and onto my lap, curling into a ball with me trapped underneath.
“H-h-help…. Help…..!”
The human turned to look at me, breaking into a smile seemingly at my misfortune and giving a small chuckle.
“Awwww, she likes you. As you all can see cats share a lot of characteristics with ‘prey’. They will often seek companionship from others, and have a lot of prey characteristics, being at times skittish due to having many natural predators.”
That was good and all, but didn’t stop me from being trapped under the beast.
I don’t want to think about what could cause a predator to become prey.
“W-What d-do I do?”
Joseph gave a small shrug in response, clearly amused by my reaction.
“You could try petting her. Her name is Sprinkles and I can confirm she likes pets.”
You see brain, this is what happens when I let you do things! Now I'm trapped by a predator and I'm gonna die!
Stop being such a pup, the thing is tiny. Besides, don't humans claim petting stuff is nice?
Slowly I reached out a paw, gingerly approaching the predator, those yellow slitted eyes regarding my exposed arm as I gently placed it on the "cat", running my paw across its back.
I felt my held breath release as the predator did nothing, some of the tension of the room releasing in the instant.
"So interesting thing about cats: they 'chose' to be domesticated."
Joseph had gone back to talking, seemingly happy that I wasn't about to be torn apart. I had stopped listening, entirely focused on keeping the predator satisfied by running my paws across its fur.
Isn't this nice? I gotta admit I understand why humans like doing this.
Fine. I'll admit that this isn't unpleasant, the cat is rather soft.
"When humans originally started farming, that also attracted pests. Cats just turned up, following their food source. They stuck around because humans would feed them and provide companionship."
I was entirely focused on the cat at this point, running my claws through the fur, feeling the predator press itself against my paw, seeming to be enjoying itself. Gently I moved my claw to the back of one of its tiny little ears, scratching behind it like you might do to comfort a young pup. It started to emanate a low vibrating noise in response, causing another wave of tension to emit from the rest of the room.
For some reason, even though this feral predator was sitting on my lap, the sound seemed to vibrate through my heart in a calming motion.
Maybe this is some kind of predatory hypnosis?
Really? Just shush and enjoy this. Being scared of everything all the time is so tiring.
"Nobody needs to worry. That is just the sound a happy cat makes, it's called purring. Although I do need to take Sprinkles back now."
Joseph motioned towards the cat on my lap, a motion I decided to ignore, enjoying petting the purring cat for a few moments more. Eventually the human reached down and removed Sprinkles from my grasp as I momentarily resisted before letting the feline go.
See, that wasn't so bad.
Brain, I will admit- reluctantly- that I would have preferred to keep doing that.
With a small amount of resentment I watched as Joseph placed the cat back inside the cage, before turning back to the rest of the room.
"So anyone who is interested, stick around and we can get the paperwork completed."
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In the end eight of us remained, 5 Venlil, 2 Gojid, and obviously the Yotul. We had spent the last half a claw having instructions and paper work thrust upon us. Many of the group had immediately left, with others dropping out as various facts of cat ownership became apparent.
Still, those of us who were left behind were now heading to our respective farms, each with a single carry case. Mine was currently containing a gray and black “kitten,” which had been “meowing” loudly during the entire journey.
I looked simply at the little bundle of fur and eyes that peered out from inside the cage I had been given. Part of my mind still screamed danger, but it was a part that was getting quieter and quieter as I continued to look at what was a small fragile bundle of fur that I was now ultimately in charge of.
How could you look at something that’s hardly bigger than your paw, and think it’s a danger?
As I reached my farm, I finally opened up the container and pulled out the tiny predator. My tiny predator. There would be work to do, fences to erect and warning signs to place, but for now I just held the tiny thing in my paws, supporting it in the way I’d been told to. I now knew why humans spent all their time trying to pet things: with the troubles on the farm I hadn’t felt this calm in several cycles.
He was more energetic then Sprinkles had been, but in a way the more skittish nature pulled at my heartstrings, as if it was a small innocent Venlil pup. I sat there stroking it, realizing I still needed to give him a name. He was fluffy, Tiny, innocent, fragile. Yet with an underlying spice as it continued to meow loudly as I held in my paws
“I will call you Fireberry. My little predator.”

TDLR: Sandbox + kingdom management + exploration + camping + 6 player group
Do you want to run a kingdom with 6 other players and explore a large continent?
Join my thrilling tabletop RPG game in Pathfinder 2e, set in a captivating world heavily inspired by Pathfinder Kingmaker, but with its own unique twists. This is not your average campaign - it's a homebrew world where player agency and creativity take center stage.
Are you ready to embark on a sandbox adventure, driven by your own choices and actions? I'm seeking players who are actively engaged and willing to take the wheel. I need a couple of courageous PCs who aren't afraid to seize opportunities and tackle challenges head-on.
In this campaign, you'll shape your own destiny, establish meaningful relationships with NPCs, and carefully weigh the consequences of your decisions. This is not a campaign for passive players; if you prefer a more linear story, this may not be the right fit. Our sandbox-style gameplay requires active participation and a desire to drive the narrative.
I encourage players to create characters with clear goals and aspirations. The sandbox experience flourishes when players take the initiative, pursuing their own objectives and finding their own sources of enjoyment. While each character's goals should harmonize with the overall group dynamic, diversity is encouraged.
It's important to understand that the responsibility for having fun lies directly with the players. Your character's motivations are crucial, and simply having an orphan background and a few abilities won't cut it. Dive deep into your character's psyche, explore their wishes and goals, and make bold choices to ensure an immersive and enjoyable experience for everyone.
If you're ready for an exciting, player-driven campaign with limitless possibilities, join my table. Together, let's forge an unforgettable adventure in a world waiting to be shaped by your decisions.
Featuring:

• Running a kingdom!
• Kingmaker camping activities (roleplay around a bonfire opportunities)
• Cooking meals!
• Eating kingmaker special meals instead of rations!
• Picking a direction and just walk for miles!
• Low level to level 20!
• Theater of the mind!
• Weather encounters and weather changes!

Info:

I'm a mid 30s man and a beginner GM for pf2e. But I've been a DM for many months and a player for many months in other TTRPGs.
We play on Foundry VTT with Discord voice-chat.
Only players who are +18 years old.
6 players.
5 minute interview.
When do we start?:
When we have 6 players.
About the setting:
No lore document exists.
Not a serious setting
PG13
The homebrew world is very similar to Golarion, here is the similarities and differences.
Similarities: Same religions, gods, races, magic, monsters, creatures
Differences: Different states, countries, politics, NPCs, settlements, geography
Variant rules:
Free archetype
Restrictions:
Feats and spells that creates a token that has their own initiative number in combat. If we have 6 player characters then having more tokens takes up more time.
No long distance teleportation covering miles.
No Eberron, warforged, steampunk, inventor classes, ancestries, feats, and similar elements, sci-fi concepts like androids, robots, automatons, and firearms (crossbow as a replacement is OK)
Rules:
No evil characters.
No Player vs Player
No pick pocketing another player
No loot stealing
You are not allowed to keep secrets that can hurt the player character's group. (If the other players will know about that secret then it is OK so they will then roleplay that their player character is ignorant about what they know).
If you are absent then we will still play but your character does not gain XP. However, if more than 2 are missing then we cancel the session.
Sounds good to you? Then apply here

I reached evp 400 in the new map and man does it suck to see your teammates suck ass.
Before you say skill issue, I am a solo evp 999 player. And I am just venting my frustrations also trying to give my insights on why they were so fucking atrociously bad.
This new map is like a combination off marooners bay and spawning grounds. You need to move a lot like marooners to kill stingers/fly fish/big shot. But also keep the basket very clean like spawning otherwise you will be overwhelmed in an instant. The good part about this map is, unlike the mentioned other 2, you get a clear view of everywhere most of the time.
Here is the problem with 80 to 90% of players of evp. They have 0 and I mean literally ZERO fucking awareness around. The only thing they are capable off are kill the first boss they see and tunnel vision on those eggs. Ignoring everything else. Sploosh sees a stinger further away shooting at other team? Nah those 3 eggs are more important than the survivability of my team. Sees 2 big shots spawning on the shore? I need to kill the steelhead first that's on the opposite site that just spawned.
It's shit like that that makes me rage. If I have anything but the charger. I will have to do all the stingers and bigshot solo. Teamwork? That word doesn't exist in their dictionary if they even know what a dictionary mean.
This map is not hard. But damn is it hard to find a team with some braincells and actually care about winning the 3 waves instead of "hur dur" I need the most eggs delivered/ most boss splatted. No fucktard you did not kill more than 10 bosses and only delivered an average amount of eggs while killing below average lessers. Learn the fucking game if you want that badge so much.

Hi! I (16F) am wondering if I was overreacting when my parents showed me our future house. For context, I'm the youngest in a family of 5 with an older sister (18F) and brother (20M). Recently, my parents announced to me and my siblings that we would soon be moving to a new house this December. I was really excited by this as our current house that we lived in for 13 years is falling apart. They decided that we should visit the new house even though it was still under construction so we can get an idea of how our future home and bedrooms would look like. When we got there, my dad told me that my room was the one in the middle.
The room was decent and although the closet area that connects the bedroom and washroom was a bit small (I don't really know the measurements but the width is as wide as two average people (?) if that makes sense). The view of the window was a bit disappointing as trees were blocking it and there wasn't really much to look at.
When I checked my brother's and sister's room, since theirs were both on the corners facing each other. I noted that it was significantly larger than mine. Their washrooms were much bigger and their closet area was just as big, which is basically twice the size of mine. My sister's room was the biggest as my parents were considerate enough to have a little room for her to put her 4 guitars in, which in my opinion wasn't needed as her room was already so large. The views from their windows were also much better as it captured the neighborhood and sky, along with the pool.
I was really hurt to know this and when I tried to tell my siblings about it, my sister told me its too bad as my father was the one who assigned the rooms, and to not change it. When I asked my mom she told me that the rooms were all the same size. I tried to show her the difference in size but she told me that I was wrong and asked the engineer present to prove it to me that they were all the same size. However the engineer ended up telling her that the corner rooms (my siblings') was actually designed to be bigger and better. When my mom found out she simply told me it was too bad and that its too late since the structure of the house was decided already. I was really upset by this and I told her that I know I was her and my dad's least favourite child, but I was at least hoping that they wouldn't be so obvious with it. I ignored everyone on the way home.
I always got the feeling that my parents preferred my siblings more than me, especially my brother because he's a boy and the first child, while my sister is the older girl (I am Chinese), but I always thought I was just overreacting and I just brushed the feeling off, cause I know that since I'm a teenager now, I'm gonna be a lot more moody and emotional and I don't wanna do or say things that I'll regret once I calm down, but this time I feel like they really favour my siblings over me and it sucks. I know people might call me spoiled as some people don't even have their own closet area or pool, but I think I'm still allowed to feel this way and my point still stands that this is favouritism. What do you think ? Am I overreacting ?

Some TIL that has some relevancy with wedding gown:
"For most of history, even Western brides did not wear white. In ancient Rome, where marriages were celebrated with parties and banquets—an important social event, if not a sacrament—brides wore long veils of deep yellow over a complicated six-part braided hairstyle. The yellow veil was described as being “the color of flame,” and thus the brides themselves were like torches, bringing light and warmth to their new husbands’ homes. "
" The rise of photography, and of wedding portraits in particular, also went a long way in popularizing the white-wedding-dress trend. More than simply being the choice of a popular queen, white dresses looked good and stood out in the sometimes muddy-looking new black-and-white or sepia-toned photographic portraits. They looked distinct and provided a good background against which to showcase the beauty of the bride. "
-- A Natural History of the Wedding Dress
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This is a Showcase Video(EN) / Showcase Video(JP) that demonstrate the dress. enjoy!
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Wedding Lingerie Iroha (UDARK/HP):
Skill 1: Attack 1 enemy. 75% chance to give 2 turns DEF DWN.
Skill 2: Attack 1 enemy 2 times. Each hit has 75% chance to give 2 turn SEAL and NO HEAL.
Skill 3: Heal 20% HP to all allies and give 2 turns ATK UP and FCS UP.
Skill 4 (passive): Increase ATK & CRIT % for ALL allies (Limit Break >1, set as spot 1)
Appmedia Evaluation:

• Rating: Magideath, S5: 3/5
• In addition to attack buffs and hit buffs, Skill 3, which can also recover all, is excellent.
• recasting takes 4 turns, but it's a dress that can be used enough for new users and those who don't have much on hand.
• can be used as an attack buffer in BF and endless subjugation content, and as a healer in story capture and Babel.

My Opinion:
Free dress that helps in buffing and debuffing for new players who don't have better choice.
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Wedding Lingerie Gluttony (UTHUNDEATK):
Skill 1: Attack ALL enemies. 75% chance to give 2 turns ATK DWN.
Skill 2: Attack ALL enemies 2 times. Each hit has 75% chance to give 2 turn MISS, SPD DWN, RES DWN, and reduce 15% MOV.
Skill 3 (passive): Increase 10% DMG for each debuff on enemy.
Skill 4 (passive): Increase ATK for all THUNDER allies (Limit Break >1, set as spot 1)
Appmedia Evaluation:

• Rating: Magideath: 4.5/5
• All skills from skill 1 to 3 are full attack dresses. It also has a passive effect that increases the damage dealt according to the number of debuffs on all enemies.
• Since all skills are full-range attacks, the number of debuffs counts all enemies , so it shows its true value in damage run content where the target is 4 or more.
• Even in Magides, it has the potential to become the strongest in an anti-water boss that faces multiple enemies,

My Opinion:
Useful in Magideath multiple target stages for her damage, which translate to better ranking reward. But is this dress good for new/intermediate players who just want to clear the stages? I would say no. SPD DWN and ATK DWN are useful, but 30% MOV reduction is not something that worth fawning over. An above average dress for magideath, imo.
Pull advice:
New player: Worth rerolling for as you need good Aoe dress to clear most of the contents.
F2P players: If you dont have any aoe MOV manipulation dress, she is a good dress to get. So you should check your line up and future pull plan and see if it's worth spending gem on this dress.
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Here is an index for future dresses that I have evaluated.
Extra: Banner schedule, Mgmc dress skill DB, Sanahtlig's future dress schedule, Speed table, magiwikia, Official Magicami YT Channel, Appmedia Event page, Sinister 5 page, Banner releasing schedule
extra info for myself:

• For attacks proportional to XX, not only XX but also attack power is related to power.
• Attacks that depend on XX are not related to stats other than XX.
• brand = seal
• guts = will

Hi there!
First-time poster here and very new to DSP and the like, so please excuse any ignorance and falsities.
Pilots use a sequence of radio key-on's within a time period to enable runway lighting from the air at untowered airfields. I'm working on building something similar, however, to open my garage door from a UHF CB radio using a HackRF One SDR. It's a toe-in-the-water for SDR and the associated signal processing for me.
I've written a small program using the libhackrf library and fttw to isolate the signal however I'm having trouble isolating the signal to within the channel bandwidth. At its simplest, I've taken my RF samples on my centre frequency and have performed a DFT with FFTW_FORWARD and FFTW_ESTIMATE. I determine my bin size as Sample Rate / Number of Samples and the frequency of the first bin as Center Frequency - (Sample Rate / 2).
I've then used this to attempt to create a bandpass filter of sorts by determining the starting and ending bin as a function of (Center Frequency - (Bandwidth /2)) - First Bin) / Bin Size) the resultant indices of which make sense given the centre frequency.
I then attempt to determine the amplitude of the signal by the cumulative sum of (Real^2 + Imaginary^2) of the FFT output within the bounds of the First and Last Bin, then average over the range.
My challenge lies in that, whilst the output of the amplitude changes with broadcast on these frequencies, they don't change discernably over the entire CB radio range, which is only space 1MHz, and there is no discernable difference observable between neighbouring channels which is the spacing I'm trying to filter.
I'm running the device at a sample rate of 20MHz and believe 12.5KHz steps should be easily filterable on the device. I'd really appreciate some advice and direction here (or even just another pair of eyes) to help point me in the right direction. I've published my code here: https://gist.github.com/alexanderturne4db1ab26450ae84493e041d8a093c9ff

Hello! I am a 30y old, married, no kids, but planning for 1 in next 2-3 years. We operate on combined finance (separate bank accounts, but merged monthly excel tracking). Both of us are salaried, and income increases at an average rate of 8%-10%.
Total Monthly Income (Including deductions, excluding tax): 3.3L (330k)
This excludes annual bonus of 2.5-3L, and RSU stocks of 7L
Planned Expenses:

Rent	25,000
Groceries	10,000
Cook+House help	7,000
Dining out	5,000
Phone/Internet/TV	2,000
Electricity	1,500
Subscriptions	1,000
Fuel	1,000
Travel/taxi	5,000
Misc.	5,000

This turns out to about 62,500 → rounding up to 65,000.
Add to this vacation, home visits and gifts → another 4l a year
We are currently in a decent 2BHK (rented), and purchasing a 3BHK at 1.3 cr (initial 20% down paid, EMI yet to start, under construction, 1cr loan).
We currently do not own a car, but plan to have one (Tata Nexon or equivalent ~ 15L) maybe in 2-3 years.
Because of the home EMI, and saving up for closing cost and interior (required in 1.5 - 2 years, stashing in RD), current savings/investment are on the lower side: 80k-1L spanned across EFP, NPS, MF, FD/RD. We have mostly depleted our emergency fund for the downpayment, and our parents are currently serving that role. They are (reasonably) financially independent (pension).
We currently have about 1.1cr across all our investment & savings, excluding house and other depreciating assets. We have been working for about 8 years.
FIRE expectations:
We would love to get into FATFIRE. We want to inflate our living a bit, go on more vacation and hopefully own a luxury car (Audi/BMW, but this one is more of a good to have). I did some basic calculations for normal FIRE and found in 15y, about 10cr should be fine. How much do we actually need for FAT FIRE and is it achievable in 15 years? If not, Is it achievable in 15 years if we start freelancing at that point and expect to earn 50k (50k at 15 years from now, not inflation adjusted 50k of now) per month?
Please let know if I missed any important information.

Hello everyone here, I'm very new to this sub. I didn't even know that there exists this word "antinatalism". Just a few days ago I discovered Wikipedia article on this. I was very glad such a thing exists. Then I searched on Reddit and landed here. I have been an antinatalist all my life. And I have some reasons why an average normal human want children no matter what. This is just my opinion:

1. Humans miss innocence, naivety, ignorance. They want to enjoy and live these things. So infants.
   
2. Humans enjoy controlling others. The best slaves are our own children. We have absolute control over children right from their birth. They just can't exist without support of adults. So babies.
   
3. Humans want to teach their own philosophies, knowledge, way of living life to others. Children are their best possible permanent students right from birth. So kids.
   
4. Humans don't want to give away their wealth. But they are gonna die someday for sure. The best option is to pass their wealth to someone who is part, chunk of themselves. They need heirs. So offsprings.
   
5. Humans want caretakers when they grow old, fell sick or in general, while facing everyday life troubles. Their subconscious presumption is that since they have cared for child, child will take care of them. So children.
   
6. Humans just can't withstand their demise. That there will come a time when they are not gonna exist here. So best possible option is to leave their own part, chunk, someone who is procreated through their own being. So reproduce.
   

These are basics of being natalists in my opinion. And humans are not normally aware of these reasons on their conscious level. All this process goes in background on subconscious level.

Chapter 4: The Dew
We have a new cast member for this chapter! Her name is Molly, and let’s just say she’s the MVP.
It was almost noon when I woke up. Faaaaack! I scrambled to get dressed, slap on a little makeup, put my hair in purple pigtails, ask myself whether I was dolling myself up for FPB or for Axton... Yeah, that was a no-brainer. I engaged in basic some humaning (brushing teeth, applying deodorant, etc.), spritzed on some men’s cologne called Spicebomb (FPB really was kind of right about that), put on my new shoes, and dashed out the door. I looked at my phone to see if I had a missed call or an angry text from FPB. Nope. Good! He must have still been passed out.
I Ubered to FPB’s place to get my car, then I drove back to Sage’s house and parked on the side of the street. There were four Molly Maid vehicles in the driveway. I checked the door. It was unlocked. Was it possible that my absence might have gone unnoticed? As I entered the house, I could hear one of the professional cleaners yelling at Sage. I’ll call her Molly.
Molly: I’m charging you TRIPLE! I had to call in SIX extra girls. We clean up vomit, pee pee, poo poo, and your house smells like a distillery! You are nasty, nasty people!
I was damn near pissing myself laughing. One of the professional cleaners swooped past me, and I felt embarrassed to even be associated with these nasty, nasty people (even though all of them except for FPB had been super nice to me).
I found my way into the kitchen and accidentally interrupted Sage and Athena arguing over who was going to pay the cleaning bill. Sage was in favor of splitting it between the chummers, and Athena was in favor of sticking Mori with the bill since his nasty, nasty rules caused the nasty, nasty mess.
I cleared my throat so it didn’t seem like I was eavesdropping.
Athena: OP! Hey! Where have you been all morning?
Me: I ran home to get some sleep. The snoring was pretty loud...
Athena: I hear ya. We sleep in Sage’s bedroom, but Mori makes all the others sleep in the War Room or on the porch. You might be able to convince him to let you sleep in the guest room tonight?
Me: Isn’t it your house, Sage? I’ll play by your rules.
Sage: Yeah, but Mori’s in charge during Shadowrun weekends.
Damn, this really was starting to feel like a fucking cult. But I still found Mori hella amusing despite all his absurdities.
Me: Hey, guys? How much hell am I about to catch from FPB?
Sage: That would be... none. He’s still passed out in the backyard.
I made my way to the porch. I guess the cleaning crew hadn’t gotten there yet. There were toppled cups, empty liquor bottles, and several piles of puke on the porch; and the distinct scent of boozy pee clashed in an act of olfactory violence with the scent of stale vomit. I didn’t even want to take a single step outside. I was wearing my brand new shoes, after all! But the rest of my outfit was blissfully casual.
FPB’s absurdly formal clothes were draped over the hammock, and he was sprawled across a lawn chair in nothing but his black boxer briefs, snoring like a freight train.
Axton was sitting on a dry patch of the steps that led down to the yard, smoking a cigarette, and drinking what I hoped was coffee. Snorlax was passed out in the inflatable kiddie pool. And Mori was nowhere to be seen. Axton turned around and noticed me. Surely he didn’t remember trying to kiss me the night before. I mean, I kind of hoped that he did... but it would make my life a whole lot easier if he didn’t.
Axton: OP! Where did you run off to after you put us to bed?
Me: I went to sleep.
Axton: Where?
Me: Ummmm...
Axton: I won’t say anything to FPB, don’t worry.
I wanted to believe him. “I went home. I wanted to sleep in my own bed, and I wanted to have my car in case I get tired again. I seriously can’t keep up with you guys.”
Axton: That’s probably not anything to be ashamed of. Wanna come sit? Have a smoke?
I scanned the porch. “I’m not sure where it’s safe to step.”
Axton put his cig in the ashtray and stood up. “Combat boots to the rescue.”
He crossed the porch, picked me up, and carried me to the puke/pee/booze-free step. As he was putting me down his hand very deliberately grazed the length of my spine. Guess he remembered... I couldn’t seem to pull my hand off his shoulder, nor could I seem to take my eyes off his lips. But just then, FPB stirred. And he roared, “UNHAND MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
He tried to stand, but his tall, hungover ass just withered to the ground.
Me: Good morning! Don’t worry. He was just helping me protect my new shoes.
FPB: So help me, Pretty Boy. If you touch my girlfriend again, I WILL END YOU.
Axton: Just trying to be gentlemanly, buddy. You want some coffee?
FPB grunted.
Axton turned to me. “You want some, too?”
FPB: DO NOT SPEAK TO HER, YOU FUCKING SKIDMARK.
Me: I’m good. I’ll hit Mori up for some coke later on.
Axton laughed and headed to the kitchen.
FPB: YOU WILL NOT GET COKE FROM MORI. I WILL LITERALLY KILL HIS (expletive slur deleted) ASS IF HE GIVES YOU COKE.
Snorlax was stirring in the kiddie pool.
Snorlax: FPB... Chill, bro. Seriously. God damn. You’re gonna pop a vein in your forehead.
Okay, it’s finally time to pause and give you guys some background on my relationship with FPB. It might be mildly triggering for some, so apologies in advance.
He repulsed me at first. I thought he was a snob, I hated his beard, and his circus freak height intimidated me a little. But he managed to humanize himself. He feigned vulnerability. He was attentive and affectionate (at first). And when we finally went on a proper date, it was actually pretty romantic. Plus, he had cool Bioshock tattoos! I wouldn’t find out about his Shadowrun tramp stamp until a bit later.
And I felt like I was gaining some maturity by looking past the unsightly beard, the constantly furrowed brow, and the shocking amount of time he spent standing on the most random soapboxes one could possibly imagine. I’ll also shoehorn in the fact that he had been “dating” a possessive, obsessive legbeard and I found myself feeling like a white knight for helping him out of that annoying situationship.
FPB’s triumphant, and probably fabricated, stories of his past facilitated empathy. He had dropped out of college to join the Peace Corps. He once pulled over to save a child from a burning vehicle. He had been bullied in middle school for being the only boy in the Color Guard. Blah, blah, blah. It was mostly a load of bollocks, and I’ll save the ridiculous details for another story. But his displays of affection in the early stages of our cursed courtship seemed sincere, and I believed him when he said that my “being there for him” was helping him grow as a person. What a rube I was.
The emotional connection gradually ran deeper as a result of FPB’s exceptionally well-rehearsed vulnerability act, but it was hardly a romance novel. After several relatively normal “getting to know each other” months, I discovered that FPB had been notoriously promiscuous in the past. A lothario, through and through. Many women apparently knew all about the “ladies’ man maître D” in midtown Wellsprings who would go home with absolutely ANYONE.
And I soon figured out that he had not left his promiscuous past behind him... at all. But even if I hadn’t become aware of his reputation, I could often smell his sexual escapades once he felt confident enough to interact with me immediately after he’d gone muff diving. His beard stank like a turtle tank, with heavy top notes of body odor and microwaved fish, and undertones of stale urine, dingleberries, and sometimes a gentle waft of rotting tampon.
He’d also had to treat his foul flavor-saver for pubic lice on a few occasions. I know I mentioned his beard crabs earlier, but it bears repeating (if only for the cringe). I can’t even begin to explain how humiliating the state of his beard was for me. I take care of all manner of personal hygiene, and I’ve certainly never had CRABS. To be known as the girlfriend of such a nasty beardo must have caused at least a few people to reasonably assume that I had a crab-infested crotch and a serious case of junk funk. #notmyjunk
Hindsight tells me that I didn’t care about his philandering because I wasn’t in love with him. His company wasn’t particularly enjoyable since he spent most of our time together complaining about “losers” on the internet and lambasting the insufferable management at the restaurant where he worked. But he could carry on lengthy conversations about luxury fragrance, which was... harmless. Plus, I enjoyed the idea of having a “boyfriend” since I was approaching 30.
And FPB could convincing behave like the *perfect gentleman* on the rare occasions when we attended respectable social events together. So all of my friends thought I’d won the dating lottery by landing myself a quirky, intelligent, polite, and visually striking boyfriend. This dreadful dating experience tempts me to spout some unsolicited advice along the lines of, “Wait for the right *connection* with a person who makes your life more enjoyable, and don’t get hung up on your relationship status... YOU are enough.” But perhaps that’s something we all have to realize for ourselves.
Aside from the philandering, things ran pretty smoothly back when FPB was still keeping “the crazy” under wraps. His goblinization unfolded in tiny, almost imperceptible increments. And by the time he had become a full-blown possessive lunatic, every attempt to end things with him resulted in death threats, slander, vandalism, bomb threats, or false police reports. I could easily write an entire lengthy story about every disastrous breakup attempt. But they wouldn’t be amusing stories. At least this current story has moments that I can try to frame as humorous, largely thanks to the Shadowrun crew.
I suppose the most honest answer as to why I had given FPB chance after chance is that I had absolutely NO prior experience being emotionally close to severely mentally unstable people. I’m one of the lucky ones who has never suffered from mental illness aside from occasional situational depression and some mild body images issues when I was a teenage girl on the high school drill team. I grew up in a loving family. And the only other serious romantic relationship I’d had prior to FPB fell apart because we were just in different stages of life (he was quite a bit older), and we eventually found ourselves unable to relate to one another. Nothing horrifying.
FPB was much closer to my age, we had common interests, and he was a (seemingly) genuine gentleman at first. Our relationship was like Beauty and the Beast... in reverse. I’m not so much comparing myself to Belle as I’m comparing FPB to a kind-hearted prince who gradually transformed into a stomping, snarling, tantrum-throwing BEAST.
Any desire that I’d ever felt for him died from poon fume inhalation. And FPB was pitifully butt-hurt when I closed the cookie to him. And despite displaying no interest in showing affection towards me, despite having countless randos at whom he could wiggle his whisky wang, despite griping incessantly about my terrible personality, my wretched taste in music, and my annoying sense of humor, he refused to end the relationship.
But if I so much as spoke to another man, FPB would call the police and report him as a TCAP Story, vandalize his property (usually with poop and/or semen), stalk him relentlessly, or make a slanderous website, crudely photoshopping the poor guy’s face onto obscene images that he got off the deepest, dingiest, most dumpster-fiery recesses of the dark web. This “retaliation technique” would eventually get his ass incarcerated, but not until many, many unfortunate girlfriends later.
Everyone had always told me that, “Relationships are HARD.” Guys, gals, non-binary pals... if you ever feel the need to cough out this fetid tonsil stone of “wisdom,” please operationally define the word “HARD.” If a relationship feels like a prison sentence and you find yourself fearing for your safety or for the safety of your loved ones, that isn’t “hard.” That is coercive control. RUN. But never forget that running is often much, mucheasier said than done. There’s no shame in getting help from friends, family, and law enforcement.
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So, where were we? Snorlax was telling FPB to chill out, Axton was going to get some coffee for the lanky, bearded ball of rage, and I was standing on the one clean step, hoping the cleaning crew would come outside and save us all.
FPB was flailing about, trying to achieve a sitting position. Snorlax seemed to have gone back to sleep. And Axton returned to the porch with a cup of coffee and a bottle of water. He made his way down to FPB.
FPB: You’d better stay far, FAR away from her for the remainder of the weekend.
Me: Funky, he’s helping your hungover ass. And he hasn’t been inappropriate towards me in any way.
(That was kind of a lie. But I suppose it all depends on what you consider “inappropriate.”)
FPB harumphed.
Me: I promise you that I’ll punch him in the face if he makes me uncomfortable. Otherwise, please let me get to know your friends. You said that was an important part of the weekend.
Axton sat down the hangover remedies next to FPB’s lawn chair.
Axton: You want some Advil?
FPB nodded, and Axton took the pills out of his pocket and handed them over. FPB washed the pills down, took a few sips of lukewarm coffee, and leaned back in the chair, groaning miserably.
I sat down on the clean step and lit up a cigarette. Axton left FPB to his own devices and approached me cautiously. I gestured for him to come sit next to me. Axton grinned sheepishly, took his cig out of the ashtray, and sat down on the step. I wanted to keep FPB under control, so I said under my breath, “We’d better sit about two feet apart.”
Axton and I both scooched away from one another, the ashtray serving as a buffer, and we continued to speak quietly so that FPB’s hungover groans would drown out our conversation.
Axton: Are you really gonna punch me?
Me: Are you gonna make me uncomfortable?
His grin faded a bit, “Have I made you uncomfortable? If I did, I’m so sorr...”
I made eye contact with him and held it for about 3 seconds longer than I would have held friendly eye contact and replied with my own sheepish grin, “Not at all.”
​
Snorlax was sitting up by that time and he seemed to be in a world of hurt as well.
Axton: Yo, Snor! You need some hangover helper, too?
Snorlax (groaning): Pleeeeeeease.
Axton got up to fetch Snorlax some coffee, water, and pills. Those combat boots were going to need to get hosed down before he went back inside. Especially with Molly and her pissed off crew still at the house.
In fact, I could hear Molly screeching at Sage again.
Molly: There’s more mess on the porch? What sort of mess? More poo poo? A lake of liquor? You people are ANIMALS. I’m never cleaning your house again!!!
Sage: Ummm... I think it’s just booze and pee. You should be able to just power wash it.
Axton: There’s a ton of puke out there, too.
Molly: Jesus, save us all.
Axton ran to Snorlax and delivered the hangover helper.
Axton: Dude! The maids are on their way, and they’re pissed off. We gotta disappear.
I put my cigarette out, stood up, and dashed over to FPB, who was still reclining in the lawn chair with a pained expression on his face.
Me: Funky? The maids are coming. We need to get out of here.
FPB: And go where?
Me: I don’t know! I’ve never done this before. I think Axton knows, but I’m afraid to talk to him.
FPB: HEY, FUCK-FACE. Where are we running off to?
Axton: Garage! Go around the side of the house.
Axton helped Snorlax stagger around to the garage, and FPB managed to wobble to his feet. As he was standing up, I noticed a whisky wee aroma and an extra dark patch of fabric near the crotch of his black underpants. While I guided him to the garage, I tried my darndest to keep his wet boxer briefs away from my clean shirt. His crotch was level with my mid-section, so I curved my body away from him and let him basically use my shoulders and arms as a walker. In the end, we all managed to enter the garage though the side door. It was dusty, musty and stuffy, but it was blissfully devoid of puke and pee. Well, aside from FPB’s underpants.
Sage must have anticipated that we’d take shelter from the angry maids in the garage because he came out from the house and opened the garage doors for us, letting in a nice breeze.
Sage: You guys good?
We all indicated the affirmative.
Sage: Excellent. Mori should be back from the liquor store pretty soon. And he’s picking up hangover food, too.
Snorlax: What’s he getting?
Sage: Taco Bell.
Seriously? Not only were they having to restock the booze, but they were also planning to chow down on Taco Bell to help with the hangovers? There was no way in hell that was going to help.
At any rate, FPB and Snorlax were chugging the remainder of their hangover helper and seemed to be gradually getting their sea legs back. Axton had apparently been awake a little longer than they had, so his hangover seemed to have passed. I’m just assuming this since I was forbidden to speak to him. And with the only two non-hungover people there forbidden to speak to one another, the garage was eerily silent.
We were all sitting on the dusty floor and FPB, still wearing nothing but wet boxer briefs, tried to pull me into his lap.
Me (getting up and crossing the room): HELL NO. You peed yourself. I’m not sitting in your lap until you go wash up and put on some clean underpants.
FPB: It’s not pee. It’s dew.
Axton: It’s piss, bro. I can smell it.
FPB (snarling): You shut your fuck-nugget mouth, Asshat.
Wow, Axton’s ability to exhibit no reaction at all to FPB’s venom was impressive. I might have to try that and see if it would work for me.
Snorlax: He’s right. It’s definitely pee. No shame, though. I wet my pants, too. I had to get up and change at like... 6 in the morning. It sucked.
FPB: OP, please get over yourself and come sit by me.
Me: No lap sitting.
FPB: Fine.
Me: Do you want me to go get your backpack so you can change?
“Chill out, Miss Uptight! We all wet our pants every weekend. It’s tradition,” he said as he wound his long arms around me from the side.
I felt like I was in a cage. I rolled my eyes, and I think Axton noticed my exasperated expression because I could see him snickering.
FPB: What’s funny, you DICK?
Axton composed himself, and Snorlax gallantly stepped up to save us.
Snorlax: He’s laughing cause I farted. Sorry.
Always a sucker for bathroom humor, I burst out laughing. Axton started laughing again, Snorlax started laughing, lifted a cheek and really did rip one this time. The butt wind even kicked up a little dust from the garage floor. That made all the reasonable people in the garage laugh even harder. But not FPB. No, he was fuming.
FPB: What the hell is really so fucking FUNNY? Someone fess up to me or I’m gonna start flaying you bitches.
Axton: Dude. For real. We’re laughing at a fart. (more laughter)
Snorlax (also laughing): Yeah, just the thought of Taco Bell gave me gas.
FPB’s fury just made it even funnier, and all of us were in stitches.
FPB: I know you’re all laughing at ME.
Yeah, I guess it did kind of start off that way. But by the time his rage was hitting the boiling point, we really were just behaving like overgrown children and laughing hysterically at a fart. And everything was ten times funnier because we had this “stick in the mud” sitting there getting outrageously offended by the laughter. You know the feeling, right? When you’re not supposed to laugh at something, it becomes even harder not to laugh? Or is that just me?
FPB: I’m getting dressed now. OP, come help me. You two jabronis can stay in here and laugh at each other’s farts.
Instead of heading to the hammock in the back yard where FPB’s clothes presumably remained, he entered the house through the garage door and headed straight for the guest room to retrieve his backpack. Good. Maybe he was at least going to put on some clean underpants.
But, no. He wasn’t. That would have taken away from the repulsive debauchery that his whizzy boxer briefs allowed him to revel in. He really needed to settle on a story. Was he such a wild, crazy party boy that he was too cool to care that he’d wet his pants? Or was he a pathetic drunk who’d passed out and managed to collect afternoon dew in the crotch of his boxer briefs (and nowhere else on his body)? We’ll never know. His Shadowrun tramp stamp was in full view as he bent down and grabbed his wallet from his black leather backpack. He then marched into the kitchen and told Sage, “Bring me a maid.”
Sage: Ummm... they’ve got their hands pretty full at the moment.
FPB produced a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet. “I want my clothes steam cleaned. And I’ll need them spritzed with perfume. Athena’s got some here, doesn’t she?”
Sage: Yeah... But you’re gonna have to ask HER if you want to use her perfume. And you’re gonna have to ask the cleaning crew to steam your clothes. They’re all pretty annoyed with me over the condition of the house. There’s a new head maid. I’m having to pay TRIPLE the normal cleaning fee, dude.
In my mind, the considerate action would have been to forego the steaming and offer the cash to Sage, since FPB’s sparkle vomit and spilled liquor definitely contributed to the mess. Instead, FPB exited through the front door, made his way around to the backyard, and began removing his clothes from the hammock. The maids shrieked. FPB ignored the shrieks, gathered his clothes, and sauntered back into the house. Once we were back indoors, we could hear Molly going over the bill with Sage.
FPB: AHEM. Madam, I need these clothes steam cleaned.
He thrust his suit and the hundred-dollar bill in her direction.
Molly: Excuse me??? We were hired to clean this disgusting house. You want your clothes steamed, go to the drycleaners.
She sniffed the air.
Molly: And go take a shower. You smell like a diaper.
I stepped in. “Hey. Sage? Do you mind if I steam FPB’s clothes in the guest bathroom?”
Sage: Fine by me.
I pulled FPB aside. “Give me your clothes. You peed in your sleep after you took you suit off right?”
FPB: IT’S DEW.
Me: It doesn’t matter. Your underwear’s wet and you need to put on a dry pair. In the meantime, I’ll go in the bathroom, hang your clothes up, get the room steamy from the shower, and then they’ll at least be a little less wrinkled. We used to do it all the time in college.
FPB: But those bitches have professional equipment. If they can steam carpet, they can steam a suit.
Me: I think it’s a different type of steamer.
FPB: Oh, you’re an expert on steamers?
Me: Not the Cleveland kind.
Damn it, Mori would have appreciated my attempt at an obvious dirty joke.
FPB harumphed, and I put the plan into action. I turned the shower on as hot as it would go, sifted through FPB’s suit components carefully to make sure his pants were dry. Fortunately, they were. I hung the clothes as close to the shower curtain as I could without getting them wet and sat down to try and enjoy the steam room and the solitude. Maybe it would make me feel refreshed? But the sweetness of the solitude wouldn’t last, as I could hear a conversation taking place just outside the door.
Sage: What the hell, man? Why are you guarding the bathroom door?
FPB: I don’t want any of you pervs trying to walk in on my girlfriend while she showers.
Sage: Okay... I think she’s just in there steaming your fancy clothes.
FPB: She might be taking a shower, too. NAKED. I have to protect her from the male gaze.
Sage: Well... I’ve got a girlfriend. Mori’s not here, and Snorlax and Axton are both stand-up dudes.
FPB: I don’t trust Axton. I caught him picking her up on the porch, and then he tried to TALK TO HER.
Sage: “Picking her up” as in the crap you pull at work all the time? Or literally “picking her up” so she didn’t step in puke?
FPB: Uh... he made some lame excuse.
Sage: So... Picking her up so she didn’t step in puke. What a jerk.
FPB: Right?!
Sage: Listen, man. The door locks. And she’s a grown woman. Leave her alone for five minutes, for fuck’s sake. And put on some clean underwear.
FPB: IT’S DEW.
When I couldn’t take the steam anymore, I turned off the shower, retrieved FPB clothes, which did look spiffier, and opened the door to inhale the fresh, cool air. Ahhh! And the lovely cleaning crew had managed to get rid of the “poopy-pee-puke-pizza” pungency.
Apparently, being lightly mocked by the “vice principal” had embarrassed FPB enough to make him go find something better to do. No one was outside the door at that moment. I gathered FPB’s clothes, carried them to the guest room, and laid them out on the bed.
Now to find my seething anger ball of a boyfriend. Best guess? He was back in the garage, yelling at Axton and Snorlax. So that’s where I checked first.
I entered the garage from the house, and found Sage, Athena, Axton, Snorlax, and Mori all sitting around enjoying some Taco Bell and drinking beer. No FPB.
Me: Hey, guys! Have any of you seen a tall, angry guy in wet boxer briefs?
Mori: He’s on the back porch. Said he had to call his work.
Ah, yes. “Work.” That meant he was texting one of his randos. Probably the one who showed up at Sage’s house late last night.
Me: Beer me?
They all answered with a validating chorus of “Hell yeah,” and, “Go girl!”
I grabbed a beer from the cooler and scanned the room for a place to sit. Axton stood up and led me over to his spot.
Axton: Hey, guys! Who am I?
And then he pulled me onto his lap, wrapped his arms around me and started shouting in a caveman voice, “MY GIRLFRIEND. MINE. NO TALKING TO HER. DON’T EVEN LOOK OR I’LL STAB YOU IN THE EYEBALL.”
Everyone, including me, found this incredibly funny. And I was pleased to see that the whole team was acknowledging FPB’s absurdly possessive behavior. Maybe if the people he respected most in this world called him out on his insane possessiveness, he would reflect? Yeah, let’s see how that goes...
I stayed in this far too comfortable position for a minute or so. Axton was more muscular than FPB and he wasn’t “circus-freak tall,” so his lap was a much better fit. But I knew that if FPB rounded the corner and caught me sitting in another guy’s lap, he’d flip. Especially since my position in Axton’s lap had happened purely to make a mockery out of FPB. I leaned into him for a few more seconds, then slid over into my own cold, hard, lonely space.
Guess I needed to do some reflecting, too... Not because I was finding myself attracted to a guy who wasn’t my boyfriend. My boyfriend was a psycho and I needed to reflect on why I hadn’t been able to find an exit strategy that didn’t lead to terroristic threats or stalking.
Mori: I think I’ll add a new punishment tonight. But only for FPB. If he glitches, he has to sit in my lap and let me paw all over him. See how he likes it.
Me: Be sure to get a raging boner and jab him in the hip with it.
I couldn’t tell if the laughing that ensued was because I’d made a crude joke to the perfect audience or because I had unintentionally “called” the inevitable.
Mori (in a deliberately creepy tone): Oh, that won’t be a problem.
We laughed again.
And then, all the fun was sucked from the garage. FPB entered from the driveway and demanded to know what was funny.
Sage: Mori’s cooking up new punishments.
FPB: That’s... terrifying.
Me: Hey, I put your clothes in the guest room if you want to get dressed.
FPB: M’kay. I’m getting a beer first.
He cracked open a beer and headed inside. As he towered in the doorway, he turned to me.
FPB: You coming?
Mori: You need your girlfriend to help you put your clothes on? Are you in kindergarten?
FPB: Eat a dick, Mori.
Mori: Sounds delicious.
FPB shuddered and trudged inside. He hadn’t made any more demands that I accompany him, so I let him go put on his big boy pants all by himself.
*end of Chapter 4
As always, thank you so, so much for reading!
Hope to see you back for The Lap of Luxury!

I've done a decent amount of data analysis in Excel and Python over the years, but I'm looking for some help understanding how to describe a dataset that is changing over time, rather than just time as one of the variables. For example, if I google search for "time series dataset", I get a lot of 2-dimensional datasets (e.g., the price of something over time). The dataset I have is rental prices for a set of cities over time. Each table (currently a CSV), has a set of columns such as:

• House ID
• Ranking
• Location Name
• Price
• Type

Each CSV represents a different point-in-time, with the same 10 cities, and each city having 50 rentals, for a total of 500 rows per CSV. While the 10 cities are the same, the 50 rentals may vary among each time snapshot. Interested in calculating/visualizing things like:

• Chart of price over time by city
• Average ranking over time of a particular type, by city I was wondering if anyone had suggestions / extensive experience with:

1. Python libraries built to handle data analysis and visualizations for datasets like these.
2. Commercial platforms for the above. Appreciate the insights, thank you!

Hi there!
First-time poster here and very new to DSP and the like, so please excuse any ignorance and falsities.
Pilots use a sequence of radio key-on's within a time period to enable runway lighting from the air at untowered airfields. I'm working on building something similar, however, to open my garage door from a UHF CB radio using a HackRF One SDR. It's a toe-in-the-water for SDR and the associated signal processing for me.
I've written a small program using the libhackrf library and fttw to isolate the signal however I'm having trouble isolating the signal to within the channel bandwidth. At its simplest, I've taken my RF samples on my centre frequency and have performed a DFT with FFTW_FORWARD and FFTW_ESTIMATE. I determine my bin size as Sample Rate / Number of Samples and the frequency of the first bin as Center Frequency - (Sample Rate / 2).
I've then used this to attempt to create a bandpass filter of sorts by determining the starting and ending bin as a function of (Center Frequency - (Bandwidth /2)) - First Bin) / Bin Size) the resultant indices of which make sense given the centre frequency.
I then attempt to determine the amplitude of the signal by the cumulative sum of (Real^2 + Imaginary^2) of the FFT output within the bounds of the First and Last Bin, then average over the range.
My challenge lies in that, whilst the output of the amplitude changes with broadcast on these frequencies, they don't change discernably over the entire CB radio range, which is only space 1MHz, and there is no discernable difference observable between neighbouring channels which is the spacing I'm trying to filter.
I'm running the device at a sample rate of 20MHz and believe 12.5KHz steps should be easily filterable on the device. I'd really appreciate some advice and direction here (or even just another pair of eyes) to help point me in the right direction. I've published my code here: https://gist.github.com/alexanderturne4db1ab26450ae84493e041d8a093c9ff

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This is a throwaway because my partner knows my real reddit, and I don't want them seeing this.... as I am falling to reddit right now because we are fighting. Also.... sorry it's so long.
For context: I am 27 F, and my partner is 33 M. We have been together for almost 7 years total, of which almost all of it was NOT long distance - 3ish years together and we actually got engaged (2018), but then we ended up breaking up in 2019. We were both mentally unwell and our relationship had gotten very toxic. I broke up with him. Fast forward, during peak covid we started chatting and hanging out again, and eventually got back together, though we aren't engaged again. Despite being broken up for about 10 months, during all of our relationship it was not LD, and we actually lived together for basically all of it.
Now, we are new to having a LDR. I moved away for work in April of this year. It has been just barely over 6 weeks since I have moved. I am pretty far away from him, in that it's not very easy or cheap to jump a plane and see each other whenever we want. However, I thought that we were doing good with out communication/staying in contact, but he has been fighting with me the past few days and saying otherwise. I have so many texts that I want to show someone because I am honestly unsure if this is very healthy the way he is speaking to me, but idk. I won't show them now, and just want to get some general advice: what do you guys expect to be a normal and fair amount of communication?
For us, we text all day every day. Without fail, that is something we are always doing. We keep each other updated, send photos from our day (food, selfies, etc.) and just make sure to check in and keep in touch. Aside from that, we talk on the phone just whenever it strikes throughout the week (I'd say in the 6 weeks I've been here, probably averaging on 2 times a week), we have played games online together maybe like 3 or 4 times and we have had sexy times I think 2 or 3 times. And for the last 2-3 weeks we have been watching at least one episode (if not two or three) of a show almost every night (save a night here or there when one of us has plans), while on the phone together at the same time.
I personally do not think that we aren't in enough contact with each other. I feel that we are having a good amount, if not even a lot, of contact and communication with each other. We never go a day without at least texting, and are often doing more than that anyway. And.... it has only been 6 weeks. However, he is angry with me and is saying that I am not giving him enough of my time, and that I am constantly putting him on the back burner or making him feel like a third wheel.
To just give more context - I just moved. 6 weeks ago. After living in my hometown and no where else, I have just moved to a new and very, very different area, with literally no one that I know. I was working remotely from summer 2022 until I moved this spring, so I have also been transitioning from working a fully at-home job (of which he was also WFH 60% of the time) to now being in a new city, needing to commute to and from work, and now working fully in office every day. It has been a HUGE adjustment for me, not only just the move (which is a big fucking thing) but also the transition to working fully in office is a big one. My days are automatically shorter, my energy is more spent. And the amount of time we used to spend together is not realistic now because before, that time was us both working from home.
So, aside from that, I am also in a new city and I am trying to make friends and get to know people, which obviously is going to take up some of my free time. Usually I only end up making plans on the weekends (and my bf and talk throughout the week too). However, he has expressed to me that he feels like I am not putting in enough effort for our relationship, and that I am essentially choosing other people over him. When I first moved, I accidentally double-booked myself a couple times, and it resulted in our plans either getting pushed back or moved to the next day. I totally understand that and take full responsibility for messing up my schedule that way. However, lately he has been getting upset if my plans run late and then cut into our potential time together. For example, this weekend we didn't make any actual plans for anything specific. We both had parties to go to on Saturday night, but that was it. On Friday I was not in a great mood (had a really long and emotionally exhausting week at work) and he was gaming with his brother online, so I had some me time. Saturday we had our respective parties, and then Sunday I had plans in the evening with some friends, but was free otherwise. We agreed to watch some of out show after my plans. My plans ran about 1.5 hours later than I thought they would (it was a pre-planned event, I had no control over the timing) and when I got home he really ripped into me and said that I was basically putting my friends above him because I was running late. Even though we still had time to watch 2 or 3 episodes before bed, he fought with me about basically tossing him aside and just texted me angrily about it until bed time.
I really didn't think I did anything wrong - we made our plans knowing that I already had previously ones. I kept him updated about the timing throughout the evening and let him know that I was running late. But when I got home he just totally slammed me with these texts about how I constantly push him aside and pick my "new life" over him all the time and that he feels like I don't care or love him or want him because of this. I'm just so at a loss for what to think and feel about this. Because I honestly really thought that we were doing well - like, we are in pretty near constant communication. But any time I have plans that aren't with him, suddenly I hate him and am ignoring him for my new life.... Like, it's only been 6 weeks and I feel like the way he's acting just isn't fair. But maybe I'm wrong. Any thoughts?
TLDR: My LDR boyfriends is upset when I have plans that don't involved him/if my other plans affect ours. We are in near constant communication with each other, and it has been 6 weeks since we went LDR.

This is a throwaway because my partner knows my real reddit, and I don't want them seeing this.... as I am falling to reddit right now because we are fighting. Also.... sorry it's so long.
For context: I am 27 F, and my partner is 33 M. We have been together for almost 7 years total, of which almost all of it was NOT long distance - 3ish years together and we actually got engaged (2018), but then we ended up breaking up in 2019. We were both mentally unwell and our relationship had gotten very toxic. I broke up with him. Fast forward, during peak covid we started chatting and hanging out again, and eventually got back together, though we aren't engaged again. Despite being broken up for about 10 months, during all of our relationship it was not LD, and we actually lived together for basically all of it.
Now, we are new to having a LDR. I moved away for work in April of this year. It has been just barely over 6 weeks since I have moved. I am pretty far away from him, in that it's not very easy or cheap to jump a plane and see each other whenever we want. However, I thought that we were doing good with out communication/staying in contact, but he has been fighting with me the past few days and saying otherwise. I have so many texts that I want to show someone because I am honestly unsure if this is very healthy the way he is speaking to me, but idk. I won't show them now, and just want to get some general advice: what do you guys expect to be a normal and fair amount of communication?
For us, we text all day every day. Without fail, that is something we are always doing. We keep each other updated, send photos from our day (food, selfies, etc.) and just make sure to check in and keep in touch. Aside from that, we talk on the phone just whenever it strikes throughout the week (I'd say in the 6 weeks I've been here, probably averaging on 2 times a week), we have played games online together maybe like 3 or 4 times and we have had sexy times I think 2 or 3 times. And for the last 2-3 weeks we have been watching at least one episode (if not two or three) of a show almost every night (save a night here or there when one of us has plans), while on the phone together at the same time.
I personally do not think that we aren't in enough contact with each other. I feel that we are having a good amount, if not even a lot, of contact and communication with each other. We never go a day without at least texting, and are often doing more than that anyway. And.... it has only been 6 weeks. However, he is angry with me and is saying that I am not giving him enough of my time, and that I am constantly putting him on the back burner or making him feel like a third wheel.
To just give more context - I just moved. 6 weeks ago. After living in my hometown and no where else, I have just moved to a new and very, very different area, with literally no one that I know. I was working remotely from summer 2022 until I moved this spring, so I have also been transitioning from working a fully at-home job (of which he was also WFH 60% of the time) to now being in a new city, needing to commute to and from work, and now working fully in office every day. It has been a HUGE adjustment for me, not only just the move (which is a big fucking thing) but also the transition to working fully in office is a big one. My days are automatically shorter, my energy is more spent. And the amount of time we used to spend together is not realistic now because before, that time was us both working from home.
So, aside from that, I am also in a new city and I am trying to make friends and get to know people, which obviously is going to take up some of my free time. Usually I only end up making plans on the weekends (and my bf and talk throughout the week too). However, he has expressed to me that he feels like I am not putting in enough effort for our relationship, and that I am essentially choosing other people over him. When I first moved, I accidentally double-booked myself a couple times, and it resulted in our plans either getting pushed back or moved to the next day. I totally understand that and take full responsibility for messing up my schedule that way. However, lately he has been getting upset if my plans run late and then cut into our potential time together. For example, this weekend we didn't make any actual plans for anything specific. We both had parties to go to on Saturday night, but that was it. On Friday I was not in a great mood (had a really long and emotionally exhausting week at work) and he was gaming with his brother online, so I had some me time. Saturday we had our respective parties, and then Sunday I had plans in the evening with some friends, but was free otherwise. We agreed to watch some of out show after my plans. My plans ran about 1.5 hours later than I thought they would (it was a pre-planned event, I had no control over the timing) and when I got home he really ripped into me and said that I was basically putting my friends above him because I was running late. Even though we still had time to watch 2 or 3 episodes before bed, he fought with me about basically tossing him aside and just texted me angrily about it until bed time.
I really didn't think I did anything wrong - we made our plans knowing that I already had previously ones. I kept him updated about the timing throughout the evening and let him know that I was running late. But when I got home he just totally slammed me with these texts about how I constantly push him aside and pick my "new life" over him all the time and that he feels like I don't care or love him or want him because of this. I'm just so at a loss for what to think and feel about this. Because I honestly really thought that we were doing well - like, we are in pretty near constant communication. But any time I have plans that aren't with him, suddenly I hate him and am ignoring him for my new life.... Like, it's only been 6 weeks and I feel like the way he's acting just isn't fair. But maybe I'm wrong. Any thoughts?
TLDR: My LDR boyfriends is upset when I have plans that don't involved him/if my other plans affect ours. We are in near constant communication with each other, and it has been 6 weeks since we went LDR.

Desolation of Mordor gold rank is actually pretty simple to get. Do a run to get all the Torvin upgrades and the story over with, start a new one on gravewalker and brutal, then only do the outposts. Ignore all the other captains, just focus on outposts then start the seige.
Of course not dying is a prominent issue, in which you can just close the game if you ever get knocked down by an assassin or out of last chances. But time? Just complete it within an hour and you should be fine, but it should on average take 45-50 minutes especially since you can just cheese stealth spam with the grapple