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2023.05.30 22:37 chuckhustmyre [TH] MIRROR IMAGE by Chuck Hustmyre

Sometimes when you look into the mirror, the mirror looks back.
William Bailey's forehead shattered the mirror like a sledgehammer. The last thing he remembered before he blacked out was the feeling that he was falling through the mirror. Sub-cranial hematoma, a concussion, maybe even a cracked skull--that had to be the reason for the strange feeling. The mirror was mounted on the wall just to the right of the bar, four feet tall by about three feet wide. As consciousness slipped away, common sense and his strong belief in the rational world told him that he couldn't fall through the mirror. He must have bounced his head off the wall and be falling toward the floor.
It seemed like just a second or two before William's eyes popped open. He lay on his back, on the hard wood floor of Fausto's, with Johnny Davis towering over him. Big Johnny probably wanted to finish him off, maybe kill him, and finally end their twenty-year-old feud. Either Big Johnny Davis and the ceiling lights above him were spinning, or William's head was spinning, but either way something wasn't right.
He raised his head and looked to his left, toward the bar. Except the bar wasn't there. Instead, he was staring at the bathrooms. That didn't make sense. It must be his brain that had gotten spun around. William turned his head and peered over his size-ten wingtips at the busted mirror. The wooden frame and most of the glass still clung to the wall, the rest sat broken on the ground. The bar had to be on his left. He looked again, and still saw the bathrooms. A brain bruise, maybe some fluid pressure building up might be the cause of it.
"Get up!" Big Johnny Davis said.
William looked up at him. Johnny stood behind him, just beyond his shoulders. Perfect place for him to stomp my head into the plank floor. Except Johnny Davis was holding out his hand.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here."
Davis looked scared. It was the first time William Bailey could ever remember Johnny Davis looking scared. William had always been scared of Big Johnny, but Big Johnny wasn't scared of anything or anyone.
Police sirens wailed in the distance.
Johnny glanced over his shoulder. William craned his neck to look where Johnny was looking, saw he was staring at the front door like a man terrified something bad was going to come through it. Big Johnny looked down at him again and pumped his hand. "Come on, get up. They'll be here any second."
"Who?" William asked. "Who'll be--" But before he finished, Big Johnny Davis reached down, grabbed him by both arms, and jerked him to his feet.
As he was dragged toward the door by the only man in town who truly hated him, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door. He had to have a concussion, probably severe; that had to be it, because the letters on the sign were backward. It said TUO.
As Johnny Davis pulled him out the door, William heard tires skid on the pavement.
"Where's your car?" Johnny asked.
William twisted away from the big man's grip, then turned to his left. "In the alley." He started to run, still not sure exactly what he was running from.
Behind him, Big John shouted, "The alley's over here."
William kept running but turned his head back toward Johnny. "I know where the alley--"
Something hit him across the midsection and toppled him to the ground. He got his hands up just in time to break his fall and managed to keep his head from slamming into the sidewalk. When he looked up he saw a shopping cart tumbled onto its side.
Once again, William found himself lying flat on his back, this time amid the spilled contents of the cart. It had been filled with junk: paper bags full of dirty clothes, canned food, bags of potato chips, a diamond shaped, orange road sign, and other trash that looked like it had been collected from back alley garbage bins.
The homeless man who'd been pushing the cart was scrawny, and wafer thin. His skin was the color of old shoe leather, and he wore a long gray beard, tangled and matted with food and bits of filth. He was sprawled on the ground next to his cart, half sitting up, staring at William with his bright blue eyes.
Car doors slammed, men shouted.
"You better get going," the homeless man said, as he cocked his head. "The police after you?"
Police!
Before William could assure the old man that the police weren't after him--he was a respected businessman and family man--someone behind him grabbed him under both arms and pulled him to his feet. William turned and found himself staring into the face of Johnny Davis. "The alley's that way," Johnny said, pointing to the other side of Fausto's. With one hand gripping William's jacket, Johnny dashed across the front of the bar toward the alley. The alley--right there, plain as day--on the other side of Fausto's, right where it shouldn't be, where it couldn't be. William had been here a thousand times. As you stepped out of the bar, the alley was on the left, Brockton's Ace Hardware on the right. Now everything was mixed up and in the wrong place.
Johnny Davis turned down the alley, dragging William behind him. After just a few steps, a spotlight flashed in front of them.
"Stop!" a voice commanded. "Get on the ground."
William couldn't see because Johnny was in his way. "Who's that yelling?" he asked.
Big Johnny stopped and William plowed into his back.
"Get on the ground," the voice boomed again.
William poked his head out from behind Johnny Davis's back. The blinding white light was in his face. He couldn't see a thing.
POP! POP! POP!
Gunshots.
Big Johnny sagged, then crashed to his knees. Instinctively, William bent forward and grabbed hold of Johnny. "What's the matter?"
More pops.
Johnny's big hand reached out and shoved William back toward the street. "Back door," he wheezed, then plunged forward onto his face.
William stood alone. Behind the white spotlight he saw blue police lights flashing. He was totally exposed.
POP! POP!
He saw flashes--little yellow spurts of flame--as something tugged at his jacket.
William had said "back door." What back door? Fausto's had a back door, but it didn't lead anywhere except to the open space behind the building used for trash and deliveries. Twenty feet of asphalt between the bar and the back of the building on the next block. William had parked his car at the end of the alley, but the police cars--or whatever they were--had the alley blocked off. The building behind Fausto's also had an alley that ran alongside it, but the owner had closed it off to keep the bums out. He'd put up a gate, padlocked it, and topped it with razor wire. It was a dead end.
Two more pops. Dead end or not it was better than standing here and getting shot. William turned and ran. He burst through the front door of Fausto's, dashed through the bar, past the shattered mirror, hit the back door at a dead run, and was outside behind the bar within seconds.
He could see the tail end of his car sticking out from the corner of the building, but with the cops blocking the alley, his car was useless to him. William glanced across the open space to the alley that ran next to the other building. The gate, the padlock, the razor wire--all still in place. To his right an overflowing garbage dumpster sat beside the back of Fausto's, jammed against the fire ladder.
The fire ladder.
An iron ladder bolted to the cinderblock wall.
William looked up. The top of the ladder was lost in shadow, but he knew it went up two stories to the roof. Last summer, when the toilet had stopped up, he'd come out back to take a leak and had stood behind the dumpster, peeing against the wall like a kid, one hand draped over the bottom rung of the ladder.
He slipped behind the dumpster. The smell made him gag. The bottom of the ladder was four feet from the ground. William reached up as high as he could, grabbed hold of the third rung, then hauled himself up.
Through the partially open back door came the sounds of heavy feet pounding on the hard wood floor of the bar.
Halfway up the ladder, he was exhausted--and scared. Shaking, he white-knuckled the ladder. Being more than ten feet off the ground terrified him. He needed a break, just a second or two to catch his breath. There was enough moonlight so he could see into one of the second story windows. Inside, junk was piled everywhere. Old barstools, a busted jukebox, furniture stacked almost to the ceiling. Years ago, old man Fausto lived on the second floor, but Jake, who'd bought the place from the old man and had decided to keep the name, used it for storage.
Below him, William heard the back door thrown open so hard it banged against the wall. He scrambled up until he reached the top of the ladder, then hoisted himself over the edge of the roof. Down on the ground a voice shouted, "There he is, up there."
Another gunshot. What the hell was going on?
The unmistakable sound of feet--fast feet, in shape feet, boot shod feet--scurrying up the ladder. Standing on the tar and pebble roof, William glanced around for something he could use as a weapon, shocked he was even thinking of such a thing. A five gallon plastic bucket was all there was. It stood upright, filled with rainwater. He picked it up and peered over the edge. A uniformed policeman was three quarters of the way up the ladder. Two more cops were right behind him.
William looked at the heavy bucket in his hands, thought about just dumping the water onto them but knew it wouldn't stop them. There was only one way to stop them, and that was to knock them off the ladder. He thought about warning them, maybe trying to scare them away. But they were cops. You couldn't scare them away.
So why had they shot Johnny Davis, and why were they shooting at him?
The first officer looked up and saw William staring down at him with the bucket in his hands. Their eyes locked for just a second and the cop stopped. In those eyes that stared back at him, William saw an almost maniacal determination that sent a shiver down his spine. The officer held his grip on the ladder with his right hand while his left dropped to the pistol resting in his gleaming leather holster. In one smooth motion he drew his gun and raised it toward William.
William Bailey tossed the bucket down the ladder. A shot rang out an instant before the heavy bucket thudded into the cop's head. Like a gruesome traffic accident happening before his eyes, William couldn't help but watch as the policeman fell, taking his two partners down with him. The last thing William saw before he turned away was a jumbled heap of black uniforms resting on the concrete below the ladder.
* * *
Hiding in the shadow of a telephone booth, thinking. Home. He had to get home. Had to get back to Marge and the kids. Maybe somehow he could explain what had happened. Vincent, his attorney, he would know what to do--maybe--but he was a civil lawyer not a criminal attorney. He wrote contracts and did personal injury on the side; he didn't get people out of jail who'd killed a cop by dropping a bucket of water on his head and knocking him and his buddies off the side of a building.
As the cab he'd been waiting for pulled up, William stepped out from the dark and climbed into the back seat.
The driver turned around. "Where to?"
William pulled the door shut. "Uptown. 1721 Audubon Court."
"Fare's gonna be about fifteen dollars. After dark, I gotta have the money up front."
"What?"
"Company policy." The cabbie shrugged. "A lot of drivers been getting stiffed."
William opened his wallet, pulled out a twenty and handed it across the seat. The driver took it and almost slipped it into his cash box, then took a second look at the bill. His face tightened. "What the hell is this?"
"Huh?"
With the bill stretched between his hands, the cabbie stared at it for a second then looked up at William. "You're either the dumbest counterfeiter who ever lived or you've been had."
"What you are talking about?"
The driver faced the bill toward William but didn't hand it back to him. "It's printed backwards."
William looked at the twenty-dollar bill in the man's hand. It looked like--it was--an almost brand new bill, nothing wrong with it as far as he could tell.
"Get out of my cab," the driver said.
William didn't know what the man was talking about but knew he didn't want to get out. This cab was his only way home. He reached for the twenty. "If you don't like that one I've got another--"
The driver pulled his hands away. "I ain't giving this back. I got to turn it in to the police." He dropped one hand behind his seat back, then came up clutching a pistol, an old German Luger by the looks of it, the muzzle aimed straight at William's face. "In fact, I bet they give me a reward if I bring you in with it."
William jerked the door handle and rolled out into the street. He sprang to his feet and ran, the driver's yells just background noise. Has everyone gone crazy or is it just me?
Home. He had to get home.
* * *
Rain. Driving, relentless rain. William was just two blocks from Fausto's. In two hours, that's as far as he'd gotten--one block an hour. Police cars prowled the neighborhood, shinning spotlights into every nook and cranny, lighting up every shadow. Everyone in Fausto's knew his name. He'd been going there three or four nights a week after work for years. The cabbie had his address. William had given it to him when he told the hack driver where to drop him.
Ten o'clock at night, with nowhere to go and no way to get there, William sat behind the closed Goodwill store, under an overhang that barely kept the rain off of him.
Huddled in the dark, head sunk between his knees, he hadn't heard anyone approach.
"You don't look so good."
Startled, William looked up, prepared to run again. It was the homeless man he'd knocked over outside the bar. The one with the shopping cart and the leathery skin. William relaxed a little. "Excuse me?"
The man pushed his cart closer. "You're not supposed to be here."
William looked around. "Why not?"
The old man grinned, half his teeth gone.
William found it nearly impossible to tell his age. The guy could be forty and maybe had lived a hard life, or perhaps he was a well-preserved seventy, pickled by a lifetime of booze. William waved him off, expecting a plea for money. "I can't help you."
The old man stopped just a few feet away. "Everything's out of place isn't it?" He had a strange lilting voice. Almost like an accent.
And he was right. Everything was out of place--from Johnny Davis to the cab driver--everything was wrong.
Strapped to the back of the old man's shopping cart was a plastic sign about the size of a loaf of bread. William recognized the sign, the words, the colors, the logo of a local supermarket chain, all were familiar to him, but the letters were backward, unreadable.
Rainwater ran down William's face. He pointed to the sign. "Why's it written like that?"
The old man looked at the sign then back at William. "Like what?" he said, then shuffled away behind his basket.
* * *
The rain came down even harder. William slouched in a darkened doorway across the street from Fausto's. Nothing made sense. Everything was messed up, backward, out of whack. Almost like this wasn't his home, like he was a stranger seeing it for the first time.
But that was crazy. He'd grown up here, gone to Brother Martin High School, dated Jenny Underhill who went to Cabrini, lost her to Johnny Davis, then got her back only to lose her again the first year of college to some kid who drove a Mustang. Two years later William married Marge at Saint Luke's. They had two kids.
This town was his home. He recognized it. He knew the people here, Big Johnny and Zeke, the bartender at Fausto's. But things were different, little things. John Davis for one. In trying to help him, the big man had gotten himself killed. That wasn't John Davis--at least not the one William Bailey had known since seventh grade. Everything looked the same but wasn't. Nothing was quite right.
But they knew him--or someone like him.
A strange sensation crept over him that made the hair on the back of his neck rise. Maybe he didn't belong here. Maybe everything wasn't as it appeared. Maybe this wasn't his home. But if that were true, then whose home was it? Another thought, even scarier seeped through his brain. If he was here, who was there--at his home?
Crazy.
William dropped his head into his hands. Just considering such nonsense was a waste of time. Yet, here he was scanning the street, thinking of going back inside Fausto's, back to that mirror.
Not much time to think about it. The bar closed at three AM and it was already two-thirty. When he'd left--run for his life with Big Johnny--most of the mirror was still in the frame hanging on the wall.
Something about that damned mirror.
But Fausto's was dangerous, so a couple of hours ago William had found another mirror. In the men's room of a twenty-four hour gas station. The Chevron on North Rampart.
He had approached it cautiously, afraid he was going mad. As he peered over the sink into the mirror, he saw what he always saw, his own reflection. Holding up his left hand, he looked at the image in the mirror, at the watch strapped to his wrist. He noticed that the man in the mirror wore his watch on his right hand. Just the opposite.
William stood in the gas station bathroom for twenty minutes before he worked up his nerve. Finally, he took a deep breath, leaned back, then slammed his forehead into the dirt-streaked mirror. The glass shattered and cut his head. Blood dribbled off the tip of his nose into the sink. His reflection stared out at him from the other side of the mirror, blood running down his face, too.
I have gone crazy!
So the gas station hadn't worked out. Ducking police cruisers, William had wandered the streets, his head reeling. What was he doing?
On the sidewalk, he found a sopping wet magazine that the wind had blown up against the side of a newspaper machine. The cover caught his eye. He picked it up. It was printed backwards, the letters reversed, words running right to left. The spine was on the right. As he flipped through the pages, he couldn't read a thing. Then William had an idea.
In the bathroom of an all night restaurant he held the wet magazine up to the mirror. Perfect. The reflected image was normal, spine on the left, words running left to right, all the letters printed correctly. He could read it clearly. But what did it mean?
Then he drove his head into that mirror. The glass cracked. Someone walked in, a skinny waiter wearing an apron. He stood gawking as William leaned over the sink with tears of pain filling his eyes.
The waiter looked at the broken mirror, then jabbed a finger at William's bloody forehead. "What the hell are you doing?"
"An accident," he mumbled, pressing his fingers against the fresh cut.
The waiter turned. "I'm calling the cops."
William Bailey ran.
Now he was huddled in the rain staring at Fausto's across the street. Because he had nowhere else to go.
He stood and walked toward Fausto's. When he was halfway across the street, a police car glided around the corner, headlights reflecting off the wet pavement. The cops in no hurry, just cruising. William forced himself to keep walking, not to run. One foot in front of the other. In the downpour, odds were that the cops wouldn't even recognize him.
But they did recognize him.
The police car slid to a stop as its high beams clicked on and its blue strobe lights started popping. Both front doors flew open.
Like a sinner seeking the sanctuary of a church, William ran straight for Fausto's door. As he burst inside, Zeke looked up from behind the bar. "William! What the hell are you doing here?"
He ignored the bartender, running right past him, eyes focused on the broken mirror and its busted frame hanging on the wall.
Zeke again, "The cops been looking all over for you. Say you killed two officers and--"
Behind him the front door banged against the wall. "Police!" a voice behind him commanded. "Stop."
But William didn't stop. He kept running--running straight for the mirror. Reflected in its fragmented pieces he saw two uniformed police officers behind him, heard their boots pounding on the wooden floor. Just ten feet separated him from the mirror. At full speed he took two strides then dove. He stretched his arms out overhead and tucked his chin into his chest as his feet left the floor.
He felt one hand hit wall and the other strike broken glass. Then his head hit. More glass cracked, more skin split.
Darkness.
* * *
William's eyes popped open. He was staring at the ceiling. Rough voices, even rougher hands. They rolled him over onto his stomach and jerked his arms behind his back. He felt cold steel on his wrists and heard the metallic ratcheting as the handcuffs tightened and bit into his skin.
He tilted his head up and rested his chin against the floor. Blood poured down the side of his face; he watched it pool on the floor then seep between the wooden planks. By rolling his eyes up he could just see the empty spot on the wall where the mirror had hung. Lying on the floor, three feet from his head, was the broken frame and the rest of the glass.
The two cops grabbed his arms and yanked him to his feet, sending waves of pain through his shoulders and wrists. As they spun him toward the door, one of the officers said, "You're under arrest."
"Why?" William asked.
The officer pressed his face into William's. "Murdering your family for starters."
"My...my family." William felt his stomach cinch and his bowels turn to ice. A thought he'd had earlier in the night echoed inside his head. If he was here, who was there--at his home.
As the cops dragged him across the floor, William glanced up and saw the rusted metal sign nailed above the door.
OUT.
He was home.
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2023.05.30 22:24 vvomit Need insurance on a commercial unit I’m splitting with two coworkers.

This situation is confusing the hell out of me so I’d love your help. I’m in Ontario Canada if it makes a difference.
Myself and two colleagues are starting a new private tattoo studio. We’d all be tattooing out of the same space and are all signed onto the same lease, splitting the rent. We’re all independent contractors so nobody is the boss, it’s moreso a shared working space. FWIW I’m not asking about professional liability insurance, just comprehensive general liability insurance.
Our lease states “The tenant, at its cost, shall maintain Comprehensive General Liability insurance in an amount of no less than $5,000,000 for each individual occurrence. Tenants legal liability insurance, plate glass insurance (if applicable), and insurance on its inventory, furniture, fixtures, improvements, and it’s goods and chattels. Proof of such insurance shall be provided to the Landlord by the Tenant annually and prior to occupancy”
I went to zensurance for a quote and they’ve told us that all three people would need to separately obtain and pay for a 5mil quote. It’s seriously not clicking with me why we would need 3x5mil quotes on a space that only requires one - we’d be sharing everything that a single quote covers, as it’s a single shared location. Could someone explain this to me in a way that makes sense? Or are they wrong?
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2023.05.30 22:19 TheWrongDimension Starry-Eyed (Fan Fiction)

Statemeant of, Estella Freeman, regarding her experiences during an audition for a film rendition of Macbeth. Original Statement given on November 21, 2008. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.
Statement begins
I appreciate your discretion. I could tell you recognized me the moment I sat down. I'm sure you can appreciate what an actress of my caliber has to deal with whenever I interact with the public. It can be nauseating, people swooning over you asking for an autograph or a picture or what have you. I’ve been an actress for almost 30 years and I can tell you it's really refreshing whenever I can find a moment to just be with other people and not have to talk about what your next big role is going to be, or how I was able to give such a performance in Destiny Walked North.
You're no doubt acquainted with many of my films, A Passage to Burma,, In Search of Sunrise, and of course everyone's favorite, Destiny Walked North. Oh but you don't want to hear me talk about all that. Sigh,but then I suppose I do have to tell you about the little misunderstanding concerning one of my recent auditions. Look, I'm only agreeing to give this statement because my younger sister, Cathrine, insisted I talk to you and threatened to go to the tabloids if I didn't. It really is all just a bit of unpleasant nonsense I can assure you.
The audition in question was an upcoming film version of Shakespeare's Macbeth, directed by Dexter Banks. Dexter had decided he wanted to do a modern rendition of the play and had asked me to audition for the part of Lady Macbeth. Now I don't normally do Shakespeare. I find it the droll labor of lesser theater actors but Dexters a friend and I always try to help whenever I can so I agreed to the audition.
The scene in question is the well known sleepwalking scene that opens act 5 of the play. In it, Lady Macbeth is seen sleepwalking and delivers a powerful monologue wherein her guilt is laid to bare. The audition itself was done as a series of three takes which were all performed and recorded on a small set built to look like the interior of a modern day estate.
Everything started off fine. I had already delivered two flawless takes but Dexter had been unsatisfied. He said that my guilt did not appear genuine and suggested I try and find a memory to draw from for the final take. Now as I mentioned, I’ve been acting for 30 years and I dont need some director, friend or not, telling me how to get into character. Still, I didn't want to make a big deal about it and acquiesced to trying Dexter's way.
So that's what I did. It took a few moments but I suddenly remembered an incident from my childhood. I was about 10 or 11 at the time. One day while mum was out, I had taken some of her makeup to try on. You have to understand at that age I had started becoming interested in looking and dressing like a real woman and not some little girl. Anyway I knew it would make mum furious were she to catch me. I must have spent an hour meticulously applying the primer then foundation, followed by blush, eyeliner, and of course la touche finale: mums ruby red lipstick. Now at some point during all this I must have lost track of time for no sooner had I finished applying the lipstick when I heard the sound of mum’s fumbling with the front latch. I knew there would be no time to properly put back all the cosmetics and clean my face. I was certain I would be caught when I had the sudden idea. I quickly gathered up all the cosmetics and dumped them into my younger sister Cathrine’s room then locked myself in the privy just as mum entered the house.
Needless to say my little scheme had worked perfectly for it was not but a few minutes more when I could hear mum angrily shouting at Catherine. By the time I had cleaned my face and emerged I found my little sister sobbing in the corner.
Sigh, but of course I could barely go a whole day with all that guilt and I eventually confessed. Mum was…well she was pretty tough and lets just say I got what was coming to me.
And so I concentrated on that moment and when Dexter yelled action I began that final take. I put everything I had into that take. The moment when Lady Macbeth looks at her hands for fear of stained blood, I imagined the red stain of my mother's lipstick and thought about the cries my sister had made when mum had throttled her.
At the scene's culmination I made a spontaneous decision to improvise. The scene normally requires Lady Macbeth to exit the stage but I choose instead to throw myself on the floor in dramatic fashion. And so I screamed “What's done cannot be undone.--To bed, to bed, to bed!” and fell to the floor, eyes closed. I lay there for a few moments waiting for Dexter to yell cut but… there was nothing. At first I thought that perhaps my performance had just stunned him and so I waited for a few more moments but still… nothing. Then I opened my eyes to the horror of an empty room. Dexter, the entire crew, they all were…gone. I was alone. I thought at first perhaps it was a joke, that the crew had somehow snuck away in those moments where I had closed my eyes but then I realized something else: There was no equipment, no cameras, no light fixtures, no director's chair. It was an empty set. Now it's possible that maybe Dexter and the crew could have slipped away while I was preoccupied with my audition, a practical joke while I was lost in the performance as it may. But there's no way they could have just moved all that equipment in the span of a one minute scene. I began to panic, calling out for Dexter, for anyone to answer, hoping that at any moment someone would pop out and I would realize it was all imagined, a hallucination perhaps. But no one popped out. There were no responses. No surprises or jokes. Just the sound of my own voice echoing off the walls.
And then I realized something else, something that truly terrified me: I was no longer standing on a small set but in the actual room itself. What I mean is that, as I said before, the set had been constructed to look like part of a room in a modern day estate, it even had a small fireplace for Lady Macbeth to warm her hands by during the scene. The set had been no more than 8 or 9 meters long at most but this…this was an entire room, not a set at all. What I might have called panic moments before had now coalesced into utter terror. I ran to one of the doors and found it opened into a hallway, one typical of any other house of this type, and like most hallways, I could see it led to other rooms. I moved forward down the corridor carefully. A bathroom on the right, a bedroom on the left, another bedroom, and further down, the hallway led into a formal sitting room. This was a house, just like the setting of Dexter's film. I cried out again, begging for someone, anyone to answer, but still nothing.
Then I heard something: A distinct whistle coming from somewhere not far away. I rushed back down the way I came, this time turning down an adjacent hallway toward the sound and emerged into what was clearly the kitchen. And sure enough there, on the stove, sat a steaming tea kettle over the soft glow of the stove's flame. “I know you're there!”, I called out. Clearly the kettle had been set by someone and whomever they were they were nearby. I could feel it. Like someone nearby was watching. Then suddenly I heard a loud thump, back toward the sitting room I had just left. I ran back and found that a fire now burned in the fireplace: The thump I heard was the sound of a smoldering log that had crumbled.
Now I will admit I am not a brave person, and in this particular set of circumstances to say I was terrified would have been an understatement. All the same, I do not enjoy being played with. Whatever this was, whatever was happening, it was clearly someone's idea of a joke. It must have been right? Bolstered by my anger I set out frantically searching the house, flinging open closet doors, searching under beds, all the while screaming, daring my tormentor to reveal themselves. But it was always the same, I would enter rooms that had clear signs of a recent presence: A lit cigarette in an ashtray, a running faucet. I would return to rooms I had left moments before and find objects had moved. A book lay open on a night stand where it had not been 5 minutes before. I started to think I was losing my sanity.
This went on for what seemed like 30 minutes when suddenly I had an impulse. A horrible dread filled me and I rushed over to a window and drew open the curtains. I don't know exactly how to describe what I saw. It looked like the English countryside, but a countryside that had been burned and ravaged beyond comprehension. What might have once been the rolling green hills of Cornwall or Wiltshire were now blackened monoliths of ashen waste. All across were ember colored cracks scared into the earth, littering the landscape like open sores. And when I looked up into that blood red sky where the sun should have been, I saw instead, a viscous orb of the deepest jet. I stared at it, unable to remove my gaze, watching as it would occasionally writhe and pulsate ever so slightly. And when it did, just for a moment, it looked almost like an eye that had blinked, a wretched sentry keeping watch over its wretched wasteland. I screamed. I mean at that point any shred of hope I had that this might be some elaborate hoax or prank was gone. This was a nightmare. A pure terrible nightmare.
It's hard to remember everything that happened next but I recall running through the house in a panic and somehow ending up back in the original room I had found myself in when all this began, the one that matched the set of the film. And when I looked up I saw that there now stood in the center of the room a loan movie camera, mounted on a tripod. It looked just like the ones the crew had used on the set; only this one was unmanned. It was, however , pointed right at me, and I could tell from the faint hum that it was running. We stared at each other for several moments in silence. I say we because I want to make it very clear that this wasn't just a camera, it was….I dunno, the…thing that had been watching me. I was certain. I can't tell you how I knew it but I just did.
Sigh, and then I did the only thing left I could think to do. I slowly, deliberately, got down on my knees, looked right into that camera, and I begged. I begged it to spare me, to show me mercy. To please take pity and absolve my wretched soul of whatever sins I had committed. To witness all the guilt I could lay to bare. But the camera said nothing. It just sat there silently filming, silently watching. I guess I must have collapsed at that point, probably from exhaustion.
When I regained consciousness I was back on the set of the audition, surrounded by Dexter and the rest of the crew. To my surprise everyone was clapping and Dexter was beaming. I thought perhaps it all had been some strange hallucination or day dream and I vaguely remember trying to compose myself before the sudden feeling of everything slipping away.
I assume I had passed out. At least that's what the nurses told me when I woke up in St. Thomas. Something about stress induced psychosis and how I needed to take it easier from now on, and how i wasnt 25 anymore and blah blah blah. I was there for 2 days I think. It doesn't really matter. And I never did get the part. It went to some up and coming twit, you know the one in all the vampire movies. Dexter didn't even bother to call to tell me. The nerve. You know after 5 films, all I've done for him the least that bastard could do was call to tell me he had decided to give the part to some younger harlot he was probably sleeping with.
I haven't done any more auditions. Haven't really got the stomach for it lately. I mean I know I could still get the parts, it's just ...well…I don’t think I could bear to be in front of the cameras. The way they just stare at you, watching, silently taking it all in. I mean I know it was probably all some sorta of stressed induced hallucination or whatever but deep down I don't think it was. You know lately when I am out walking, I stop and look up at the sky, just to check and make sure the sun is still there where it's supposed to be. Anyway I think that's everything
Statement Ends.
Sigh. There's so many things wrong with this statement. Where do I begin? I think the key words here are hallucinations and psychosis. Neither of which forms the foundation for verifiable fact. Then there is the issue of Ms. Freeman’s reliability. A quick IMDB search indicates that Estella Freeman was indeed an actress who appeared in several films including several by renowned director Dexter Banks. However, she was not, as her statement claims, cast in a lead role in any of them. Almost all of her credits are for minor roles, certainly none that would be considered star billing. According to public records that Sasha dug up, Estella Freeman was the oldest of two children born to Robert and Sally Freeman. She did have a younger sister named Catherine but she apparently passed away in an unspecified domestic accident at the age of 7, roughly the time Estella would have been 10 years old. She is listed as having attended the Croydon School of Acting before appearing in several minor film roles over an approximately 25 year period. On October the 13th, 2008 she was admitted to St. Thomas hospital where she was diagnosed and treated for stress induced fatigue and released on her own recognizance after 48 hours. Clearly Ms. Freeman is either suffering from delusions of grandeur or is a pathological liar, but in either case I think this is another dead end. I seem to recall that Dexter Banks appeared in another statement, but given my predecessor's penchant for disorganization, it may be years before I can track down that statement. Still, I’ve asked Martin to keep an eye out for it.
There is one other additional interesting fact. Tim really came through on this one and managed to obtain a copy of Ms. Freeman’s audition tape from that day. I don't know what guy or girl he had to sleep with to get it and I wont bother to ask. I reviewed the tape and it does indeed show Ms. Freeman performing 3 takes of the scene as she described in her statement. The first 2 are uneventful. However during the 3rd take, just as Ms. Freeman goes down on the floor, the tape cuts out to static. When it continues, it appears to show her acting rather hysterically before being assisted off the set by several crew members. Now what's interesting is that the video time stamps indicate only a few seconds elapsed during the time just before and after the cut out but the static itself plays for over 90 minutes. Still, it's not definitive proof of anything “supernatural”. End Recording.
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2023.05.30 22:16 thatoneone Question on Non-Resident Permit from the MVA

Hi there Fellow Fredneckians! I have a question if anyone knows about the Non-Resident Permit process from the MVA. On looking at the website, it looks like most of the reasons would have to be valid such as temporary employment, military, or studies in MD. My BF has everything registered in DC at his family's address, that's where he was living when we met. He now technically lives with me, but all of his bills ,car reg, taxes, etc are all done with his DC address. He just did a 3 year renewal for DC on his car. He used to live in MD and transferring back in is just a PITA.
The local popo have been harrassing him a bit about his DC plates here in MD (especially worse because he uses foreign car plates because he thinks they're cool) but he finally did slap on his back DC issued plate to stop the harassments. He is thinking of doing the Non-Resident Permit, but I don't think they would approve his situation. In fact, I'm thinking it may then flag him and they might make him change over to MD registration.
I own the home and while he pays for the internet bill, he doesn't have a lease or anything else associated with my address.
Just looking for advice from anyone who has filled out the Non-Resident Permit for a similar situation and guidance on whether or not it would be a good idea, or should he just bite the bullet and legally move everything over to MD?
TIA for anyone who can help!
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2023.05.30 22:06 BlindGuyPlaying Canon rebel 2000 crooked screen

So I have a Canon rebel 2000 film camera that I love to death, but I have no when it happened. The viewfinder or the screen that you look through is crooked and seems to have been popped off. It looks like the clasp that you see on the back off a remote you Cann see on the bottom and if I could just pop it back in it'll be right as rain again, but it's glass and I'd tlrather get some advice first before I start touching everything
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2023.05.30 22:03 TheButterMouse Aisle Come Back For You

My friend Maya loved trying different foods. She never understood why so many people plod through the same meals every week, when such a vast range of exotic ingredients line the shelves of your local supermarket.
We shopped together about once a month. Maya always went straight to the international or health food aisles, and searched for jars of pickled baby squid, or cans of Polish energy drink. Nothing made her face break into a grin like a pack of lamb’s hearts.
Her birthday was a few weeks away, so I ran some searches online to find a top end weird supermarket item. All the suggestions were too milquetoast for such a special day. But several forum users insisted that to find something truly odd, you need to head down the snack aisle. By venturing all the way to the farthest end, you can find all kinds of weird stuff.
On our next trip I took Maya to the point where instant coffee met the tortilla chips, handed her a birthday card, and said to pick out whatever she wanted.
We went past the usual collections of salt and vinegar crisps. Through the popcorn, towards more bespoke choices. Pretzels. Pork scratchings. Breadsticks dipped in sesame seeds. Then onto the wasabi peas and canachur.
Most people have found their required item by this stage, and do not bother travelling further. But I trusted the forums, and led Maya to a point past where the corner of the supermarket should have been. A place where the packaging is muddy olive, and everything smelt of suede, and oily marks stained the floor.
Maya picked up something with a wasp on the logo. I understood the individual words on the packet, but they made no sense as a sentence. She confirmed her selection, and we moved faster than a walking pace to get back to the condiments.
The packet took three attempts to scan through the checkout, and cost less than a pint of milk. Soon we sat in my car, enjoying the heat of the sun, and opened our prize.
The smell that wafted out was lime soaked in cheddar. Dozens of puffed corn pyramids crammed together inside, each scarred with ridges and canyons. Maya offered me one, but I shook my head.
‘Not my birthday.'
She reached in. Then wrinkled her brow when her fingertips met resistance.
It took less than a second for the yellow and black banded hand to grab her wrist, and start pulling her in. Maya's arm vanished up to the shoulder with ease, and that is when the real trouble started. The packet was too small to allow anything past the collarbone in. Something creaked like ice against timber.
The smell of lime and cheese mixed with a new scent of rusted pennies. I squeezed the packet between my fingers in a desperate attempt to break Maya free. But where her elbow joint should have been was nothing but crunchy pyramids turning to powder.
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2023.05.30 21:47 Roldylane Wiring question for a tattoo machine foot switch

My wife is starting a tattoo apprenticeship soon. I bought her some equipment, including an unwired footswitch. I assumed it just meant I needed to buy a plug-and-play cable or something, but I was wrong, it actually needs to be wired.
The footswitch needs to connect to a power supply with a 1/4" phono input. Inside the footswitch is a micro switch. Links to the items in question are at the end of this post.
I spent some time reading and think I know what to do, but I wanted to ask some strangers on the internet first.
The footswitch serves the same purpose as a sewing machine pedal, you step on the switch and the tattoo machine starts and runs as long as you maintain pressure on the switch, then shuts off when you lift your foot. It is not a toggle.
I will strip the cables to get rid of the clip connectors, then I want to attach the cables to the NO and C spot, leaving NC empty, right?
My two big questions are: 1. I put the red cable on the NO spot, right? Or does it matter? 2. The footswitch has a ground screw, do I need to ground it? The power supply is grounded, but I don’t need to do anything with the ground screw in the footswitch itself, right? I figure the grounding screw is there for if you were running machine power in/out of the footswitch itself. I don’t think there is much power going through the footswitch cable, actually, with that power supply you don’t even need a footswitch, but she wants to use one so she doesn’t accidentally tattoo herself or something.
I know it will need to be soldered, I think we can handle that part, she has a lot of non-electrical soldering experience from back when she had a job restoring old stained glass. I also found videos of kids soldering microswitches, so I think we can handle it.
Lastly, tell me if this is something you feel I shouldn’t do personally. The wired ones were out of stock, otherwise I’d have just bought one. It is a bigger project than I was expecting, but this isn’t exactly wiring up a house or anything. If there’s something I don’t know about you think might cause a giant problem let me know and I’ll either take it to a professional or just buy a new one with the wire already installed. This was just sort of a fun challenge/project to try out.
This is the foot switch: https://linemaster.com/product/161/Gem-V/GEM-V2/
Inside the foot switch is this microswitch: https://www.ebay.com/itm/262965726246?chn=ps&norover=1&mkevt=1&mkrid=711-117182-37290-0&mkcid=2&mkscid=101&itemid=262965726246&targetid=1493511194825&device=m&mktype=pla&googleloc=1014485&poi=&campaignid=19851828444&mkgroupid=145880009174&rlsatarget=pla-1493511194825&abcId=9307249&merchantid=114729749&gbraid=0AAAAAD_QDh-zhNKorGmj638bUgtNv1vK5&gclid=Cj0KCQjwmtGjBhDhARIsAEqfDEcpn1hoRTN3yB9st8mu7TdeAXndvNk6OEsthVkJnSsXFGojBKbXRfYaAq12EALw_wcB
The foot switch connects to this power supply: https://www.painfulpleasures.com/products/musotoku-tattoo-power-supply-black
I believe I can use this cable: https://www.painfulpleasures.com/products/hm-6-6-clip-cord?_pos=25&_fid=32655ae4a&_ss=c
Thank you all so much!
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2023.05.30 21:46 FreedomFighterssss Weirdest problem that I have encountered (and told to)

So I have an iPhone 13 with an amazing mous case en screen protector. I dropped my phone and nothing really happend until…
I opened my facetime and my camera doesn’t work. Flashlight also not active and nothing that responded. Its both the back en front camera but the thing is that Face ID still works.
Any other apps also don’t work like snapchat or camera app and sometimes apps just crash when trying to open the camera function.
Have an appointment on Friday with apple but curious to know who encountered this problem.
Is there any fix.
For the people who want to know, if I remove the case and screen protector it would look like a brand new iphone but only some little scrathes around the camera (not glass but the ring around the glass).
UPDATE: The title is wrong btw I know
Forgot to mention that I tried everything from restarting to factory reset.
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2023.05.30 21:44 constantrem Could anyone tell me how to use the digital controller on an AIM P-9 glass kiln? I can't find a manual/info anywhere.

I can't find info anywhere. I can set the temp etc but forgot how to run the auto step down, so I can anneal without running in the garage to keep reducing temp every so often, lol. Had to pack up my glass stuff a while back, but just brought my kiln out again after a few years and cannot remember how to use it.
If it helps, the digital controll is fairly small. 3 pushable buttons- "SEL" in green, and one up arrow, one down arrow. To the left of the red numbers on the actual digital temp display, stacked on top of each other, are "SV","C1","C2","AL1","AL2" from top to bottom. When the kiln elements kick on to maintain the temp I set, C1 lights up green, and turns off when the elements are off. If I hold down the green "SEL" button, various options emerge. 1st is "LoC" and second is "STAT", the STAT option I can cycle thru a ton of different things with the arrows but cant list them at the moment.
If anyone can answer I will be super happy. If not, I will just reach out to technical support from Aim. I tried everything to find a manual, even the way back machine on their manuals webpage, which is currently "coming soon". Thanks!
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2023.05.30 21:34 Neopanforbreakfast [advice] help choosing best way to approach restoring

[advice] help choosing best way to approach restoring
So I purchased a wood bedroom set and upon inspection, I noticed that someone put a darker stain on everything at some point. I used a safety razor blade and it easily came off. (Picture showing dark stain and what’s underneath) My question is, should I use a thinner and sand down, or just scrape everything off and a light sand and then just wax. I’m new to this but not afraid of work just want to do it the right way. Also what products would you recommend to use. Thank you
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2023.05.30 21:28 SillyWalkEnthusiast [Chat] & [Friendship] Let's become friends

Hello, all! I am here because I feel quite alone. The truth is, even though life has its ups and downs, I have a relatively stable and boring life. What I need is a friend. I just feel the longing to connect with someone.
I'd like to meet someone here who is mature and respectful and who would invest in creating a friendship with me gradually over time, as we get more comfortable with each other. I would like to find an interesting personality to learn more about their world, conflicts, and aspirations, to learn new stuff from them, and ultimately become a better person by being their friend.
I'd like to meet someone who is a thoughtful and easy-going person and who would be willing to commit to this friendship. I'd like to meet someone with whom I would feel trusted enough to hear their life story and be trusted by them as I listen to theirs—with no judgments—and accept our struggles as they are. Someone who has a lot to say but hasn't had the opportunity to do so. I would be there for you.
I'd like to meet someone willing to commit to this friendship with the intention of it lasting more than two days, ideally communicating daily and letting the friendship grow without pressure, at its own pace. A friend is all I need, nothing else.
A few words about myself: I'm a person in my twenties from a small corner of Europe. I am a reserved, introverted, and perhaps unnecessarily serious person. I live in my own world. I'm a hopeless romantic who sees the world through stained glass. I enjoy art, poetry, and movies. I love walking in nature, I love summer storms, sunsets, and the mountains.
I am a nineties person who likes everything created during that decade. I wish I were then right now. Currently, my favorite bands and artists are Electronic, The Cardigans, Talk Talk, etc. I would like to add new artists to the playlist of my favorite songs, so your suggestions would be more than welcome. I haven't seen a movie or a TV show in ages, but my favorite ones are The Young Pope, Breaking Bad, True Detective, Utopia, etc. I also enjoy listening to podcasts, like Radiolab, 99% Invisible, Wiretap, Heavyweight, and others.
If the type of friendship I described resonates with you, feel free to send me a direct message with a brief introduction about yourself. I would be glad to engage in a conversation with you.
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2023.05.30 21:28 LoudMilk1404 Asked Chat GPT to score, rank order countries likely to appear in Civ7, with leaders and buffs:

I've amended the formatting slightly to make it easier to read.
Now, this took a fair amount of grounding and I think they started to throttle me because responses got very slow but I was very impressed. I'd also be curious to know if they got if or where any of the leaders appear in Civ since it can ' hallucinate ', or be 'Confidently Wrong'.
Please note: This is just for fun, and everything from this bold text onwards is written by Chat GPT and does not reflect any of my personal views.

Country, Likelihood Score, Potential Leaders (with previous appearances), Leader Buffs

1. United States, 9.5,
- Franklin D. Roosevelt (appeared in Civ V and Civ VI)
Buff: New Deal - Cities receive bonuses to growth and production during times of crisis.
- George Washington (appeared in multiple Civ games)
Buff: Manifest Destiny - Gains additional territory upon founding a city, and units receive combat bonuses on home continent.
- Theodore Roosevelt (appeared in Civ VI)
Buff: Big Stick Policy - Receives bonuses to influence city-states and can construct unique National Parks for culture and tourism.
2. China, 9.3,
- Mao Zedong (appeared in Civ IV and Civ VI)
Buff: Great Leap Forward - Provides bonuses to production and population growth when constructing districts.
- Qin Shi Huang (appeared in Civ VI)
Buff: The First Emperor - Great Wall improvements grant additional culture, and ancient and classical era wonders are built faster.
- Sun Yat-sen (not appeared before)
Buff: Three Principles of the People - Provides diplomatic bonuses and bonuses to city growth based on diplomatic relationships.
3. Russia, 9.2,
- Catherine the Great (appeared in multiple Civ games)
Buff: Diplomatic Marriage - Can establish additional alliances and receives bonuses for trade routes with allies.
- Peter the Great (appeared in multiple Civ games)
Buff: Westernization - Gains additional science and culture from trade routes and can build unique districts on tundra tiles.
- Vladimir Lenin (not appeared before)
Buff: Soviet Union - Provides bonuses to industrial and military production, and gains additional influence over city-states.
4. Germany, 9.1,
- Otto von Bismarck (appeared in multiple Civ games)
Buff: Realpolitik - Gains bonuses to diplomatic negotiations and receives additional envoys when establishing city-state alliances.
- Frederick Barbarossa (appeared in multiple Civ games)
Buff: Holy Roman Emperor - Units receive bonuses when fighting on the same continent as their home city, and can construct unique Hansas for production.
- Angela Merkel (not appeared before)
Buff: Economic Stability - Receives bonuses to science and gold generation, and gains additional diplomatic favor through trade routes.
5. India, 9.0,
- Mahatma Gandhi (appeared in multiple Civ games)
Buff: Non-Violence - Receives bonuses to faith and population growth, and gains additional diplomatic points from peace deals.
- Ashoka (appeared in Civ V)
Buff: Dharma - Gains bonuses to religious beliefs and religious spread, and can exert loyalty pressure on nearby cities.
- Indira Gandhi (appeared in Civ IV)
Buff: Green Revolution - Farms provide additional food and bonus yields, and gains bonuses to culture and tourism through trade routes.
6. Egypt, 8.8,
- Cleopatra (appeared in Civ VI)
Buff: Mediterranean's Bride - Receives bonuses to trade routes and naval units, and can build unique Sphinx improvements for culture and faith.
- Ramesses II (appeared in Civ IV)
Buff: Monument Builders - Gains bonuses to wonder construction and receives additional diplomatic points from shared religions.
- Hatshepsut (appeared in Civ IV)
Buff: Queen of the Nile - Receives bonuses to trade routes and gold generation, and can construct unique Obelisks for faith and culture.

Please note that these leader buffs are fictional examples based on historical context and do not reflect any official information or confirmed abilities for potential leaders in Civilization 7. They are meant to provide a thematic representation of the leaders' historical significance within the game's mechanics.
(Note: Continued in the next message due to character limit)
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2023.05.30 21:28 chaoticangel100 My account was deactivated because I wear glasses

I was already a delivery driver in 2020 in my home state prior to me moving away to college in a different state, making my previous license invalid. I moved back home this year and got my license reinstated so I decided to become a driver again. After multiple conversations with support and checkr, my background check came back this morning with everything 100% fine. I go to the driver app to find my account deactivated. I call support and she tells me it’s because I have a restriction on my license and that restriction is because I have prescription glasses that I use in my everyday life not specifically for driving. I find this absolutely CRAZY. Has anyone else experienced this?
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2023.05.30 21:26 The-One-Nut-Wonder 20 [M4F] [Relationship] New York, Any weirdo’s out there

I would like to start this off by saying I’m currently in a long distance open relationship.
Since my ass jiggles when I brush my teeth does that mean I’m Thic? Im super weird if you cant tell. I say and think weird things. so be ready. I’ve been told I can be quiet but thats only around people I don’t know...which is everyone... I have no friends. Well I do but they’re all online. I fumble in social situations and I love it.
Aspiring veterinarian. When I have to euthanize my first cat I was planning on saying “I always wanted to slay pussy, but not like this”
I will jump out of a plane and use my juicy ass to cushion the fall. No but seriously I want to skydive and ride every roller coaster in existence. I love amusement parks and all things nerdy. Harry potter, video games, super hero’s, casual anime watcher. I love horror and R Rated movies. But can also watch something more loving like the Vampire Diaries (team Damon BTW) I watch almost everything in the CW. I also love stand up comedy and podcast. Maybe you could suggest some? Learning to play guitar to distract me from the loneliness
Description of me- 5’7 African American, glasses, brown eyes, short hair. Average build (Cant wait to go back to the gym) I will send a pic if you ask.
I am willing to have a friendly chat with anyone. don’t feel discouraged if you’re much older than me. It wont stop me from getting to know your amazing personality😊Willing to travel to meet up.
Hope to hear from you soon.
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2023.05.30 21:21 HooptyDooDooMeister Well wishes from Mike for writer/editor of Smiling Friends/Ollie & Scoops, Nico Colaleo

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2023.05.30 21:12 MjolnirPants Jerry and the Goddesses: Part 33

Part 32 on HFY
"I think I found it," I said, knowing that Inanna and Sarisa could hear me. A second later, Sarisa popped into existence next to me. "Huh," she said.
The map she'd shared with the rest of us showed a single row of houses fronting the natural area, but I could clearly see the roof of a building, set far back from the homes amid the trees. A wide driveway with the single white line they used here to differentiate traffic lanes emerged from between two properties with a gate closed over it.
A sign hung from the gate, unreadable with all the bullet holes in it, but the operating hours at the bottom were unmistakable. This wasn't another home, but some sort of public-fronting establishment. "I definitely have no knowledge of this building. I think you've got it."
"Will you get the others?" I asked. Sarisa smiled and vanished again. A few minutes later, Gary and Kathy emerged from around a corner with Sarisa.
"Where's Ana?" Gary asked as they approached.
"She peed herself," I said.
"What?" Gary face scrunched up and I laughed. "You heard me."
"Well, how the hell did that happen?"
I shrugged. "The usual way, I guess. She's been telling me about getting tired and feeling confused on a repeating schedule and having to make an effort to return to her usual health. I suggested she try staying hydrated, because it sounded like dehydration that she was describing. So she started hydrating and..."
"And she forgot to go tinkle," Gary grinned. I winked at him, and then noticed Sarisa giving me a look. I responded with a "what do you expect?" gesture, and she sighed and shook her head. Sarisa never liked it when I told little white lies, even though it turns out she's told a few, herself.
Inanna emerged from the closest home, then. She was still in the same khakis and unbuttoned-most-of-the-way outfit she'd worn in, but she was dry now. "It wasn't pee," she announced.
Gary looked back and forth between us, eyebrows raised. "Okay...."
Kathy suddenly smirked and turned away. Well, damn, that was quick. I had to remember not to underestimate her.
"It doesn't matter," I said, "Look." I pointed to the gate. "That has to be the museum."
"Well, whatta we waitin fer?" Gary asked and walked over to check the padlock on the gate. He gave it a quick look, then took off his pack and dug around for a second, producing a pair of smallish bolt-cutters. He lined them up on the lock's hook and, with a quick jerk, brought the jaws down on it. The padlock fell to the ground with a clatter and Gary opened the gate wide enough to walk in.
We all followed him in through the gate and he pulled it shut and used a rock to wedge it in place. Up the long drive, we found a small parking lot and another shot-up sign. But this one had the words "museum" and "north" still readable in Armenian printed on it, so if we'd had any doubts during the walk up, they were gone.
Inanna simply magicked open the locked front door and we walked in. We split up, wandering the halls and searching the various rooms an exhibits. I moved down a hall with prints of medieval paintings of vikings and little placards describing the circumstances of the original painting as well as the events portrayed. The first three doors I found were bathrooms and a closet. The last entrance had no door in the frame, and it led to a room full of weapons.
A few actual viking-age and earlier weapons sat in glass cases in the middle, with reproductions bolted to the walls. Apparently, the museum was family-friendly, because foam versions of the weapons were stacked in an umbrella stand in one corner.
As I was returning to check another hall, I heard Kathy's voice "I think I got it!"
I followed the sound through a few rooms and found her and the others gathered around a small glass display case on a pedestal in the middle of a room whose walls were bedecked with paintings, both ancient and modern, of Norse Pagan religious subjects. Squeezing between Inanna and Gary, I saw it.
It was just like the last one, except the teeth were arranged slightly differently.
"So can we just, like, take it?" Kathy asked Sarisa. Sarisa shook her head, "Not without interfering with the magic. We have to share secrets again."
We all looked around at each other. This was actually getting more difficult, as we were a pretty tight group. We simply didn't have a lot of secrets. I broke the ice.
"When I was in my junior year, I stole three books from the college library, because they wouldn't let me check them out."
Kathy snickered. "I bet that's the worst thing you've ever done, too."
I turned towards her. "They were three volumes of a history of video games. The nineteen eighties through the two-thousands. I still have them in my closet." Kathy laughed and held out a hand for a fist bump. I gave it to her, unsure of why that would be fist-bump-worthy until she said "I figured they'd be dense academic works on some obscure aspect of history. Or maybe porn."
"The second volume covered erotic games," I admitted, "but there weren't a lot of titillating images, unless a screenshot from Custer's Last Stand is the sort of thing you find sexy."
I felt an easing in the tension of the room which I hadn't recognized until that moment. It had worked. Inanna spoke up next. "I'm keeping the baby," she said.
Everyone looked at her. Sarisa spoke first, "Sister, that is possibly the least-secret secret I've ever heard of. I don't think any of have had any doubt that you would keep the child you made with the man you love."
Inanna turned to me, "Did you know?" I shrugged. "I never really considered that you'd end the pregnancy. It would be very out of character for you."
"And you're okay with that?" she asked me? "Of course," I replied immediately. "Why wouldn't I be?"
She wrapped her arms around me and leaned her head against my chest. I smiled. This was nice, Inanna showing affection without being all grabby.
"I'm going to have to think about it for a minute, then."
Gary took a deep breath. His face clouded for a moment, and then he cleared his throat.
"I killed two civilian boys in Rukha, in Afghanistan back in 2001 to stop them from alerting Taliban in the region. We were moving through some fields, coming down into the valley from the north. We needed to get to a high point that sort of split the valley, to call in some JDAMs on a couple Taliban positions down in the valley. We didn't see the boys at first, they were hiding in some bushes or something. But as we got close, they broke cover and ran. I didn't even hesitate. I knew if they made it into town or to someone with a phone, the locals would fill the streets to gawk and the Taliban would abandon their positions.
"I saw them running, had just enough time to recognize the threat, and then I shot them both in the back. Neither one was armed. Neither one was older than about twelve." His voice was rough and raw. It was obvious he was digging deep for this.
"I still sometimes have nightmares about it," he added, and then he closed his mouth and stared at the ground. I felt the tension ease a bit more.
Kathy put her hand on his shoulder and he reached up to pat it. "I abandoned my best friend throughout middle school, Maryann, because she wasn't popular enough to suit me when we got to high school," she said.
"When we started as freshmen, we both made a bunch of new friends. She had a harder time of it, just because she wasn't as sociable as I was, but she was my friend, so she kinda tagged along as we became the 'in-group'. But some of the other girls didn't like her. Maryann listened to different music than most of us, and liked different actors and dressed different. It was super petty, I know, but at the time, those things seemed important." She laughed ruefully, "Like listening to Shinedown somehow made her a bad person. Anyways, it got worse over our freshman year. When we started sophomore year, I decided to cut her loose. So I told my mom a boy was harassing me, and she changed my number. A couple of the other girls did the same. We gave each other our new numbers, but not Maryann."
Kathy sniffed and I could see moisture in her eyes.
"She just seemed so confused at first. None of us were willing to just tell her that we didn't want to be friends, so we made excuses. I told her my phone was turned off, and said that I had plans every time she wanted to hang out. When she finally figured it out, she didn't even get angry. She just, like, vanished. She stopped coming to school, and stopped eating at the diner where we always used to get burgers after school.
"After a couple of months, I started to get worried about her. So I went to her house and knocked on the door. Her mom answered and told me that Maryann didn't want to talk to me and that I should go. And that was the last I ever heard from her."
Sarisa put her arm around Kathy's shoulder and squeezed her. "It's not too late," she said, then Kathy turned into the hug and they embraced. I heard Kathy take a few shuddering breaths, and then she pulled back. "I know. And I plan to go to her, as soon as this is done. I won't take no for an answer, this time."
The tension eased further. Only the goddesses remained. Inanna had, predictably enough, managed to sneak a hand down my pants while Gary was talking, but her fondling was subdued, more of an idle fidgeting than her usual concerted attempts to arouse me. The thrill of being touched by a goddess remained, however, which is why I was keeping my mouth shut.
Sarisa broke the silence. "I slept with Astoram, once."
"What?" I choked out in unison with Inanna. Inanna jerked her hand free and spun to face Sarisa.
"I thought you said that night with Jerry was your first time."
"It was... Listen, it wasn't actually me who slept with him, but an avatar of mine who lived in my temple in Mohenjo-daro. I was experiencing everything she did, but I wasn't in control of her actions. The truth is, I wasn't even paying her much attention, and she had long since grown into her own being, making choices that sometimes surprised me. Astoram came to her in a manifestation. He pretended to be distraught after Loki had foiled one of his schemes, and he seemed to think the avatar was me in a manifestation. He played at humility, confessed that he was always jealous of how smart I am and just generally seemed remorseful, and possibly not such a bad god, once you got past his public facade.
"The avatar had been quite lonely, and had grown quite human, having lived among them for so long. So she was moved by his words and..."
"And threw him a pity fuck," Inanna said.
Sarissa nodded, "And she threw him a pity fuck, yes. Of course, that was his plan, all along. He impregnated her. He was so livid when he found out she wasn't me that I had to have Krast pin him down until he swore not to hurt the avatar. Even then, I was still so concerned for her safety that I sent her to Scandinavia to bear her son in peace."
"The avatar, that was Aelfrida?" Inanna asked. Sarisa nodded, and Inanna turned to me. "Jerry, now you three are the only people alive who knows the name of Grendel's mother."
"The baby was Grendel?" I asked, surprised. Sarisa nodded again. "Yes, and he was a lovely creature for a very long time, until that drunkard, Hrothgar built his little party shack and drove the poor thing insane with all the noise." She shook her head sadly.
The tension eased more. It was barely there. All eyes were on Inanna now. She gave us all an askance look, as if she didn't like being the center of attention.
Yeah, right.
After a moment's silence, she turned back to me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She leaned her head against my chest again and spoke, not looking at anyone.
"I've thought a lot about what we're doing and what it might entail, from a practical perspective. I've communed with Ixy on it, as well, as he's the oldest of all of us. As best I can guess, the actual method which we're trying to learn is not to kill Astoram, or even to put him back to sleep. It's to cut off his manifestation from his divinity. It would open his domain for grabs by the rest of us. I'm sure Ixy plans to seize as much of it as he can, the moment we succeed.
"I can't think of any other method of defeating him that's even remotely possible. Sarisa, you know we've discussed this." Sarisa nodded. I knew, too. I'd heard them talking about it a few times, and had a general idea of their logic. It was complex and sometimes irrational, but if you squinted just right, it sort of made sense.
The gods' divinity wasn't who they were, but a natural product of living beings interacting with the universe and each other, that occasionally grew into something so coherent and powerful that it took on a life of its own. As best I understood, Ixy was the first god. He came into being when human ancestors began really differentiating themselves from the other animals with their cleverness, a sort of reflexive kickback against said cleverness. Every time an animal did anything, a trickle of energy was added to Ixy's domain, but every time an especially smart animal followed its instincts, he got a huge jolt of power.
Eventually, all that energy coalesced into the nightmarish entity that Ixy can be if you don't know him. Because those ancestors were smart and they contributed so much, Ixy developed a literal mind of his own. A simple mind, about as intelligent as your typical chimpanzee, but with the social bonds of a dog.
As time passed and humanity evolved into its modern state, that growing intelligence that it brought flowed towards Ixy. But Ixy didn't want it. Ixy liked being Ixy. So he sequestered these little disembodied minds off from the rest of himself. And things continued like that for a very long time.
But humanity was only just beginning to get clever. As tribes and clans took hold, complex social behaviors developed, and those behaviors differentiated themselves from the primal energy that defined Ixy. One by one, these energies, these divinities, grew dense enough to power a god on their own. The minds that Ixy had sequestered were not comatose or unaware, and they saw this happening. Eventually, one of them escaped and tied itself to a divinity. They became the first generation of the gods. Hunting, bloodlust, simple lust, hunger, loneliness. Base concepts that all of humanity knew.
This first generation eventually experienced the same fate as Ixy, only without the entirety of the animal kingdom feeding them a steady drip of power, they grew weak as the energies split apart. To offset this, they emanated; breaking off parts of their own minds to take command over the diverging and clumping divinities that had once been entirely theirs. As these emanations seized their own divinities, they became the second generation of gods. Sarisa and Inanna were both second generation gods. The second generation was supposed to serve the first, but after some time, they rebelled.
The first generation was gone; slain somehow in a great war that had been wiped from the minds of all survivors, even the gods themselves. Only Astoram remained of their number. Sarisa and Inanna had discussed how that might have happened, even before Astoram's awakening, and the consensus they had established was that one or more of their 'sibling' gods had learned how to separate a god from their divinity.
Once that was done, then there would be little left but the mind, unless said god had been manifesting. In that case, they would survive not as a disembodied mind, but in whatever form they had taken. And that was what we planned to do to Astoram. What it wasn't, however, was a secret. I looked down at Inanna, who glanced up and caught my eye. When she spoke, I knew she was speaking to me.
"If we succeed. If we find a way to strip Astoram from his divinity, then after we've defeated him, I want to be stripped from my own. I want to live whatever remaining life I have in this body with you, Jerry."
Holy fucking shit.
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As a reminder, this whole story is available at JerryandtheGoddesses.
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2023.05.30 21:09 GasolineDrinker89 The would you rather game

It was just another regular night for me. I had finished up my work and was winding down before heading to bed when my phone pinged with a notification. I picked it up to see that it was a message from an unknown number. The message read:
"Would you rather game. Answer within 24 hours or face the consequences."
I stared at the message, confused. What kind of game was this? And what were the consequences? Before I could even think about it, the phone vibrated again with another message.
"First question: Would you rather break your arm or your leg?"
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I read the question. This was definitely not a normal game. But I shrugged it off and decided to ignore it, thinking it was just a prank or some kind of spam message.
But as the night wore on, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over me. Every time I looked at my phone, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. And when I finally did fall asleep, I had a terrible nightmare where I was trapped in a room and forced to choose between two terrible options.
The next morning, I woke up feeling exhausted and shaken. I tried to put the strange messages out of my mind and went about my day as usual. But as the night approached, I found myself checking my phone constantly, waiting for the next message to arrive.
And sure enough, at exactly 1 am, my phone pinged with another message.
"Second question: Would you rather be buried alive or burned at the stake?"
I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I read the question. This was not a game. And yet, I couldn't help but feel a strange compulsion to answer the question. It was like something was forcing me to play along.
But I refused to give in. I put my phone away and tried to go back to sleep. But as the hours ticked by, I found it impossible to relax. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw images of gruesome deaths and terrible punishments.
And then, at exactly 3 am, something happened that made my blood run cold. I felt a sharp pain in my leg, like something had bitten me. I jolted awake, only to see a dark figure looming over me.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The figure leaned in close, its breath hot and fetid against my face. And then it spoke, in a voice that was both hollow and echoing.
"You have failed to answer the question," it said. "Now you will face the consequences."
And then everything went black.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital room, my leg and arm in casts. The doctors told me that I had been found lying on the street, my bones shattered. They had no idea how it had happened.
But I knew. It was the consequences of not answering the question. And I knew that I couldn't ignore the game any longer.
For the next few nights, the questions kept coming. They were always gruesome and horrifying, forcing me to make impossible choices. But I had no choice but to answer them, to play along with the twisted game.
And then, on the seventh night, the final question appeared.
"Would you rather kill your mother or your father?"
I felt my heart sink as I read the question. This was beyond twisted. And yet, something inside me knew that I had to answer it.
But how could I choose between my parents? How could I live with the guilt of taking one of their lives?
I tried to ignore the question, to pretend that it didn't exist. But as the hours ticked by, I felt a growing sense of desperation. I knew that if I didn't answer the question, something terrible would happen.
And so, with a heavy heart, I made my choice.
I won't say which one I chose. I couldn't bear to put it down on paper. But as soon as I clicked the button, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The game was over. The entity would leave me alone.
But then, as I put my phone down, I heard a strange noise coming from the hallway. It sounded like footsteps, slow and shuffling.
I got up to investigate, my heart pounding in my chest. And then I saw it.
Standing in the doorway was a figure, its body twisted and deformed. It had the face of my parent, the one I had chosen to kill. And it was staring at me with eyes that glowed with a sickly green light.
"You made your choice," it said, in a voice that was both my parent's and yet not.
And then everything went black.
I woke up to a desperate text message from my father. My mother was killed last night and my father wants to speak with me and my siblings.
Now, as I sit here, writing this story, I can feel something inside me growing. It's like a dark stain that spreads across my soul. I know that I will never be the same again.
And I know that I will never be free from the would you rather game. It will haunt me for the rest of my days, forcing me to make impossible choices and face terrible consequences.
And I know that I will never forget the final question. The one that asked me to choose between my parents. The one that broke me, body and soul.
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2023.05.30 20:57 throwawake12345 Need Advice Potentially Ending A Long Time Friendship

Hi, 26M and I need advice. I’ve been friends with this person for the better part of a decade, now. I’ve known them since high school and we were really close for a long time. I even consider(ed) them my best friend, but it’s gotten to the point where I can’t really even tolerate them anymore. I try to care, really I do. I’d rather not lose somebody in my life but I’m not getting even a fraction of the effort back that I put in.
I constantly hear about how I’m their best and “only” friend (they have other friends, I’ve met them), and how much they care about me. I hear this especially often when they’re drunk. For the longest time I bought that line but after a bit of introspection and recent events I refuse to believe it. They’re just trying to target my perceived insecurities, knowing I have really bad abandonment issues.
I reach out and get short responses or left on read, and really only hear from them nowadays when they need something. If I’m busy or don’t want to, I stand up for myself and say no. Then they proceed to ignore me entirely for the rest of the day. Sometimes it’s even worse: straight up anger, demeaning (telling me they’ll just get somebody actually reliable to help, things like that), or passive aggressiveness. I got told off for wanting to spend time with my 77 year old grandfather on his birthday back in April. It’s times like that I’d rather be ignored.
Miraculously and without fail, they always seem to need favors when they know I’m trying to hang out with other friends. Almost as if that’s the point: to try and make me leave, which then makes me look like a jerk to the people I had plans with. It’s gotten to the point where they’ll fake a mental breakdown or anxiety attack to try and garner sympathy and make me feel guilty. If I do leave and help, it immediately ends because I “helped with their stress”. And they’ll always “feel so bad” for ruining my night or plans but the behavior never changes at all, so how bad can they really feel?
When I do try to help, the supposedly simple or short task somehow winds up becoming complicated or lasting hours longer than I was told. The catalyst for this post was one of these favors: they asked if I could “babysit for an hour or two”, and it’s turned into 6+ hours with no word whatsoever as to when I can go do what I had planned for the day. (I’m actually sitting here with the (iPad) kid right now, waiting to leave) (edit: “soon”, still sitting here, 8 hours in)
The thought of them calling or texting me fills me with anxiety.
A few weeks back they got irrationally angry at me when I confessed I smoked weed a couple times after quitting last year. Let me preface this by saying they have nothing against weed: they have smoked, have other friends that smoke regularly, and have personally given me weed within the last 2 months. But apparently I “lied to them” (they gave me weed they KNEW I smoked, but ok) and couldn’t be trusted. I didn’t hear from them for about a week. At first I was pretty upset, but honestly it was one of the most peaceful weeks I’ve had in a while.
Honestly, the rose tinted glasses shattered a while ago, but everything has come to a head recently. Obviously I know I’m being used, they’re toxic, and bad for me, but I have no idea how to go about this. I truly don’t want to be friends with them anymore but for whatever reason I can’t grow enough of a backbone to just end it already. It’s a combination of Stockholm syndrome and sunk cost fallacy (I’m joking, but honestly I doesn’t feel like it).
What should I do? If I’m going to end this, what’s the smart way to go about it? Ignoring them isn’t an option, they’ll just find a way to reach me. Besides, I prefer definitive closure, ya know? If I thought sitting down and talking about it would fix anything I’d try, but somehow I always end up the bad guy when I try that.
tl;dr: I’ve realized my long time friend is no longer really a friend, I’m being used and manipulated, and I need advice on how to deal with the situation
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2023.05.30 20:52 EsperantaDragon Polyamory flag finally looks nice! So I finally made one as a stained glass suncatcher.

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2023.05.30 20:47 Dreamslayerr 25[M4F] Uk / Anywhere :- If you want to talk to someone, look no further.

For me the glass is always half full. I'm good at observing people. The last few years have been lonely (I know this is the case with almost everyone- courtesy COVID)
For starters, I am looking for friends to talk about stuff with, I would like to find someone more than a friend but it's fine if I don't. I am into tv shows/ movies, sports. I have an opinion about everything. I like getting to know people from around the world and learning about their culture and basically anything.
So IDK what else to say I know the probability of anyone reading this much and then texting me is extremely low but I am a born optimist :p
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2023.05.30 20:46 plutolover1 Need help with Kitchen counter

Need help with Kitchen counter
Hi. So I put a pan on my wooden kitchen countertop and it left a burn mark. In my stupidity, I scrubbed it with Cif and now that area is white. What do I do? I have tried wood stain, stain remover everything.
How much would it cost to sand it down and paint it again? I just need to cover it!
In London btw. Please help.
I’m a student and I know I won’t be getting my deposit back but I can’t afford to offer to replace the whole thing. 😭
Attaching pictures for reference
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