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Tried to post on advice but no one answered and I am genuinely so scared) Little back story, (I’ve already contacted the police) I know it’s on me(f21)and it’s just for me to take it. But at the same time I can’t afford the money and can’t reach that person.
Last fall I had a very hard one and lost everything, I lost partner, friends and my job bc of a suicide attempt I committed. I know I’ll get bunch of “oh, suite yourself” “you shouldn’t have tried, no wonder you lost everything” and so on. I know, I don’t like me either. There is a reason why I don’t want myself to be here even and I know I can’t control being very mentally ill. But it’s on me to not take my on life and live for other people who treat me badly but think it’s selfish to do the things they either indicate would solve the problem or say straight out is the reason why they don’t want to live.
During the fall I got mixed in with the wrong crowd and got a partner”M32” that is 10 years older then me. I tried after the first period get out but with promise of economical help and being there I made the biggest mistake I could have done. I keep seeing them and after a while they got a pretty good grip on me. Ik it’s on me, even tho I lost my job and everything else/everyone around me I didn’t have anything, so having a person who help you pay your million dollar loan and wants too see you every week. I was stupid enough to let it happen. During the fall he started to misuse things that makes you extremely aggressive, he even told me about a time his friend got so mad on the drug he beat his friend up and burnt his car on fire. The friend never got charged. During the fall he happened to get investigated for tax fraud and all his accounts got locked. So he took help from the people around him to get by, one of them being me. He for instant loaded 2200$ to get back his car that got pounded so he could get back money when he sells it straight afterwards. He also needed money for furniture and I stupidly agreed to help him, the first order he sent the wrong banking address and I lost 5000$. We cancelled that order cause they were about to send it to my address instead of his, he made another order and got the things. The only thing is that I got the payment even tho I didn’t get that before. I got the payment late last year and contacted him telling him that i didn’t agree on that and he needs to solve it cause I don’t even have that amount of money anymore. He disappeared and now I can’t reach him anywhere, I thought “he has borrowed before and always paid back and bc of the drugs he ended up at the hospital and maybe he is back with a coma??”.
That was January and I’ve been trying to hunt him down ever sins then, called the company who wants the money and tried to explain that even tho it says my name I never ordered them and that even the delivery guy and name and address stands on him. But they said I need a police report and I said I was waiting for them to call. They called back and I told them that yes I agreed the first time but the second Time I never really did. I was begging them just too even see if he is alive and that I just wanted to be able to reach him, but they could only comfire he is and press charges. We can’t do any wellness checks in this country and all I could do was press charges, that I need to stop getting impounded by the company he used.
He is apparently alive and I can’t do anything to reach him and I just wanted help with that. They asked if I was a friend of him harming me and I confessed that I really do think he would harm me. And Ik “why would you care if someone who knows where you live came to you and either beat you up so badly or killed you, when you already tried to kill yourself?”.
Valid point but it might just be me who feel putting that choice in someone’s else hands is worse then doing it yourself. They said that the only thing they can do, and I pleaded if there was another way. I said that he has my address and everything, I can’t go back home then and admitted that I genuinely think I will get harmed if I pressed any charges. I even said I might do it cause then you have a recording if I do get harmed of the person who is likely to do it. When I pleaded if there was another way they said I could call when it happens and I told them that we both know that it won’t do any difference and That he will most likely get away with a slap on his wrist. If it wasn’t clear enough I really tried to ask the attorney for help but nothing have been committed so they can’t do anything. I’ve spend the whole night doing a proper death will not a letter as before, so it will be easier for the people I leave behind. So plz don’t say I deserve it and should die cause I’ve spend every single day sins June trying to convince myself the same bc other wants that and even if I call the police they only say they can’t do anything.
So basically, I’m asking if someone has any advice? I’ve tried to recover so hard the last 6 months. And Ik it’s all my fault but I cannot afford paying all this and even tho I’m crying to the police and just asking them to help me get in contact. They tell me all that they can do is press charges if I don’t want to pay it, and if he actually does show up I can call 911 then and there. Any side husels you know or anything I truly am begging

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I forget things, I can't keep quiet, I feel like a baby being 20 years old and I feel bad when someone is younger than me and has achieved things that I can't imagine achieving, I want to have friends so bad that I let them treat me like dirt, I can't keep friends, I think I've never had a best friend in my life, only my mom but she can't stand me anymore.
Today I forgot my money to pay for the bus, I was late for the university because I had to go home, I got a 5 out of 10 in a literature test, I forgot my lunch bux on the bus there was my library card , I cried 'cause of that and I came home sad, I have to do a lot of homework but I'm distracted all the time, my classmates don't like me because when they present in class I finish their sentences, I'm always distracted and nervous I forget the names of people and things, I feel that my life is deteriorating, I can't concentrate on several things at the same time, I told my mom that I'm not well but she says that I'm exaggerating, I feel lonely, I look horrible and I don't want to continue, I'm very tired, sad and fed up.

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Hey folks,
disclaimer upfront: This is supposed to be a sodium-free post!
I really enjoy the occasional guide on this sub and I'd like to see more discussion regarding these kind of things :) So, I'm posting this because I'd like to improve as Brits and I severely struggle vs the DAK + Italian Combined Arms (Pizza Tanks) 1v1 matchup.
Build order:
I usually open with two sappers into 3-4 sections. Against Bersaglieri I sometimes build another MG instead of an additional section early.
Afterwards I mostly "rush" for 1-2 Stuarts to handle the 8Rad/Armor at 7min on time. However, against the Italian Combined Arms battlegroup I cant seem to keep up with the Pizza tank call ins (especially with pact of steel later on) at this point and I can't keep them from reaching critical mass.
Before I tried to straight up go for T3 and get crusaders out but I have issues holding on until then with just sections vs the italian light tanks, so if I cant win the map before I tend to get crushed by the DAK power spike (probably panic plays a big role here).
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Is it advised to match their tank spam with stuart spam or should I try to tech up for crusader and potentially Royal Guards? Also, where/when would you go for the training center building in your game?
Could you share your advice and experience? Also from DAK players: What is usually working vs you when you go for the ICA BG?
Thanks in advance!

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The Dauntless
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“Oh wonderful. So our predictions were completely accurate?” Admiral Cistern notes.
“More or less sir, granted the worst case scenarios we sent the men into on the simulations did NOT happen, but there was a more or less total outbreak of hostilities between the gangs.” Private Stream answers and Admiral Cistern thinks.
“How responsible is project Phoenix Fire?” He asks.
“If you listen to the man’s own reports he’s responsible for everything from the Hindenburg to last night’s unrest to the sinking of the Titanic. He’d fit original sin in there as well if he thought we were a big enough sucker for it. At worst all our man did was accelerate an incredibly volatile situation. To him the gangs being almost impossible to infiltrate and unwilling to even contemplate bringing someone new in meant they were defensive and stable. What it really meant is that each gang was hyper paranoid and just looking for an excuse. Whatever he did was at most the straw that broke the camel’s back.”
“For someone who claims intelligence it’s rather stupid of him to miss that.”
“He is intelligent, but he has an ego sir. A big one. He’s been at the sidelines of society and judging the movements of peoples for centuries. Growing contemptuous and disdainful over everyone. He has learned a lot and is very capable, but he’s so cynical and dismissive of others he always settles on his first assumption and never leaves it. Sometimes it’s right, other times it’s far from it. It’s how we were able to jump on him so easily. He was so convinced that his safehouse undetectable. But to be honest... he’s not all that good at hiding them. The ones he’s set up on level eight we’ve had to cover up further.”
“I see... what’s your assessment of him?”
“We’ve observed him in action. He’s vicious, opportunistic and patient. Fine traits in a field agent, if we can carve away his arrogance, complete apathy to the death and suffering of others and outright scorn for the mental capacity of other people he might make a decent person. Unfortunately he seems to think we only have control of him because we got lucky and while he knows some ways to get us to do what he wants us to, he can’t seem to understand that we’re perfectly aware of what he’s doing.”
“So you’re saying the man needs to be humbled?” Admiral Cistern asks.
“Yes sir.”
“I’m not comfortable setting people up for humiliations and possible torture.” Admiral Cistern says politically.
“There’s little, if any need for that sir. He’s already had his first taste of humility. He has nearly died in the pursuit of the goals last night and has learned quite clearly that our insistence that all agents on the field wear at least a low profile armoured vest is a very well reasoned and intelligent idea.” Private Stream explains and Admiral Cistern huffs somewhat in amusement.
“How bad was it?”
“Point blank plasma shot. It melted through the first metal layer of the plate, burnt the first ceramic layer, slagged the second metal layer and cooked the second ceramic layer and then heated up the final metal layer red hot. This saved his life as it was right over his heart.”
“So our design works even with point blank plasma shots?” Admiral Cistern asks.
“Yes sir, but it will only take one shot at point blank range, and only from a low yield weapon. If his opponent had a plasma rifle then we would have a very dead Carib to deal with.” Private Stream answers.
“Hmm... it’ll do for now, but we’ll need to keep R&D on it.” Admiral Cistern notes. Then a coffee mug is placed to his left by another Private Stream and a third steps up to put a small tray of donuts next to it. “You’re getting good at this.”
“Sir! Thank you sir!” The Streams reply just before the door opens and Ambassador Nikta Tal walks in and pauses.
She then takes a big meaty pinch out of her thigh and blinks. “No, no this isn’t some strange fetish dream.”
“Fetish dream?” Admiral Cistern asks as she walks in and the Private Streams vanish.
“Oh you know, going airtight and still needing to use my hands for something.” She answers and his eyebrows go up. “Oh like you haven’t had little dreams of a horde of bouncy green sisters doing every nasty little thing with every part of ourselves.” Ambassador Tal says and there’s a faint pink blush across Admiral Cistern’s face. “There’s a blush, I know I got you.”
She saunters fully into the room with the secretary outside looking in with wide eyes. A stern glance from Admiral Cistern has the door close as Ambassador Tal smiles.
“So... new recruits are nearly finished.” She says walking up, a distinctive bounce to her bottom with every step.
“Yes.”
“Soon to take the oath of the Undaunted.” She continues as she hops up onto his desk and he stands so she doesn’t completely tower over him. She still bends over to give him a very good look into her cleavage. “Big cunning man is getting the sons and daughters of Centris loyal to him and his ways.”
“I do what I can.” He says very aware that the glistening black gloss over her lips not only matches her hair but from the way her tongue flicks over it she clearly either likes the taste or is eager to put it to use.
“And I’d like to do something I can. How open is your schedule?” She asks and he pokes a button on his desk.
“Free up my next two hours.” He orders his secretary. Before the confirmation comes he’s already contending with Ambassador Tal’s tongue in his mouth.
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“Uh sir you have a uhm....” Doctor Samuel says as he sees Admiral Cistern enter and notices the black smear on his jaw. Then he spots the Ambassador Tal applying more black lipstick and smacking her lips together.
“I’m aware.” Admiral Cistern states. “You wanted to see me?”
“Yes sir. This way please.” Doctor Samuel states, not mentioning that he had expected to see the Admiral an hour ago. It’s no mystery what’s going on. Not in the slightest.
“We have had several interesting tests and the initial trials with the hologram technology have proven very successful. Coupled with the prediction algorithms and we’re ready much sooner than expected when it comes to releasing fully immersive AI environments.”
“I saw the training programs. It looked fairly well done already.”
“Somewhat, we’re adapting entertainment systems to do this Sir. We didn’t have any real psychological profiles or proper interaction integration beyond injured and needs assistance or up and fighting.”
“Ah, so you’re saying the test lacked the ability to include diplomacy and intimidation as options.” Admiral Cistern notes.
“Just be careful with this tech. The Synthetic Ascendance often protests if you make a character in games like this too realistic.” Nikta says and Admiral Cistern looks at her in confusion. “Well think about it! Who plays those games more or better? They get way too involved in them and there’s more than one case where they’ve accidentally copied bits of themselves into it and had digital kids that way! Lots of fun scandals.”
The particular pronunciation of fun spoke volumes.
“Anything you’d like to get off your chest?” Admiral Cistern asks.
“But I just got the bra back on!” She states and he rolls his eyes. “But no. Just typically whine whine whine, oh your new holo-complex might have the programming required for this or that and it can be abused in this or that way and I’d rather you not have something then there by any risk at all that any citizen of mine get caught doing something they shouldn’t.”
“Sore subject?”
“Annoying subject. Bruel is a Frontier world. We need less regulations to thrive not more. Also, it’s not like we actually listen, but then some paper pusher comes screaming into my office and threatens sanctions they can’t enforce or trade embargos with nations and polities that aren’t trading with Bruel to begin with and it’s just so annoying.”
“Ah, those types.” Admiral Cistern says sympathetically. “Unfortunately necessary. Nitpickers are annoying, but needed, preferably where there’s a lot of nits to pick.”
“Nitpicker? Nit picker? An interesting way to describe the pedantic, detail obsessed and idiotic.”
“That’s basically what it means. Someone who focuses on unimportant details to the detriment of everything else.”
“As fascinating as the linguistic conversation is I do have some more for you than just the holo-training updates.”
“By all means.” Admiral Cistern states and Doctor Samuel looks quickly to Ambassador Tal and then turns to lead them in.
“As you know, we have been studying many, many differing types of weapons. So many in fact that many soldiers have taken to using compressed space techniques to carry their entire armouries in the equivalent of cigarette cases. This has been a very useful stopgap method and one I heartily encourage continued use of. But the issue is that there are numerous Axiom effects which can and will cause such things to effectively detonate. A disruption of the expanded space finds a soldier quickly buried in their concealed armoury.” Doctor Samuel explains.
“Have you found a solution?”
“We are working on a morphic weapon prototype. It is incredibly Null Vulnerable, but unlike many other Null Vulnerable techniques it’s merely disabled rather than destroyed when disrupted.” Doctor Samuel says.
“How did you do that? Is it carved in khutha?” Ambassador Tal asks.
“Lined with khutha Ambassador. We have an aluminum frame that has carved out areas lined with a thin khutha layer. This keeps the device lightweight and effective.” Doctor Samuel states as he leads them into a weapons range. Being operated by a scientist are several weapons in two different clear configurations. A long range laser and a short range plasma spread burst.
“Meet the Mark One Shift Rifle. Currently it has two modes. A short range plasma burst that spreads out in a cone three five meters long and wide. And a medium range burn laser effective out to twenty meters. It can freely shift between the two configurations and the shifting feature even works in Axiom Poor environments.”
“I see.” Admiral Cistern says taking up the weapon. “How does it work. Is it this small lever on the side?”
“Yes, you pull it out to unlock the shifting. Shift it to the desired configuration and then push it in to lock it again. The weapon will not fire while unlocked.”
“Smart safety feature.”
“One we implemented a little too late. I have a scientist in medical for the rest of the day.” Doctor Samuel states.
“I wasn’t informed about any injuries.”
First degree burn and nerves sir. We’ve had worse coffee spills. He’s getting some ointment and a day out of the lab to calm down before he really hurts himself.” Doctor Samuel explains and Admiral Cistern frowns a little as he shifts the weapon into another configuration. There’s a red aura around it now.
“Red is the plasma burst. Yellow is burn laser.” Doctor Samuel states.
“It’s a little clunky. The change was slow and required a bit more force than expected.”
“We’re working on that sir. Right now the best way around that is to give the muzzle a swing while it shifts.” Doctor Samuel advises.
“And light up half the room? No thank you doctor.” Admiral Cistern says pulling the weapon into it’s laser configuration. “Still, this will take a slight bite out of the sheer size of armouries that our boys are lugging around.”
“Our eventual hope is to get all formats of energy weapons stacked onto a single stock. Couple that with a pistol, a knife and their armour and our boys will be ready for just about any minor skirmish the galaxy over without the risk that an Axiom disruption will render someone vulnerable or your munitions easily stolen.” Doctor Samuel says.
“Hmm... still I think we’ll go with a hybrid style. Easily modified weapons in arm’s reach, but still having a moderate to large number of weapons to increase the firepower and versatility.”
“So more Doom Eternal than Jak and Daxter.” Doctor Samuel asks and Admiral Cistern just blinks at him. “Videogame references sir.”
“Doom Eternal? What kind of game is that?” Ambassador Tal asks.
“One unimaginably angry super-soldier against an unending horde of demons. And the demons are rightfully terrified of him.” Doctor Samuel explains.
“... I want to play that.” Ambassador Tal says with a big smile.
“It shouldn’t be too hard to do that.” Admiral Cistern replies.
“Can we?”
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Private Stream pointedly does NOT laugh as he brings in the latest report of what Moriarty is up to. It’s rather difficult as Ambassador Tal has embraced her inner gremlin and is sitting on the floor with a game system set up and giggling like a lunatic while she glorykills a baron of hell.
“Thank you Private Stream.” Admiral Cistern says as he takes the paperwork. The man had clearly just finally had a moment to sip his coffee and here he was with more work.
“You’re welcome sir.”
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I was thinking about some past experiences, and feeling stupid because they seem obvious in hindsight. I'm really curious about others' experiences, but here are some of mine I wanted to vent about:

• When me and my friends were 16, we used to discuss (far-fetched) relationship scenario's. One version was: would you rather have a partner who works in porn or something that was objectively better in their eyes. I said porn, partly to be contrary but also because I genuinely didn't care. I honestly couldn't see the issue. Jealousy, sure, but they're just doing their jobs and the sex doesn't mean anything.
• When I was 11, I went to a fast food restaurant with a friend of mine and her mother. I thought one of the employees there looked like a classmate of ours, and the mother said: "that must be because you like him!" Obviously I disagreed, but I was also quite flustered, so there must have been something there right? I spend the next month looking up tips in girls magazines, like "look his way every 5 minutes", which I tried once, considered too much effort and promptly forgot about.
• Similarly, when I was 20 I had a close friend in university who I talked to loads. Another friend suggested that there must be something there because we talked so much. I spend the next two years thinking I was in love with him and hating myself for not wanting to pursue a relationship despite this.

This is a story for those who are huge fans of the Jurassic Park/Jurassic World saga and have seen ALL of the films(including Dominion).
Cast: Me=Me, OG=Owen Grady, CD=Claire Dearing, ML=Maisie Lockwood, EM=Entitled Mother, CLD=Cool Dad, ND=Nice Daughter
This takes place about 2 weeks after the events of Jurassic World: Dominion.
With Dinosaurs now back in the world once more, we have started attempting to coexist. Owen Grady has decided to turn his ranch into a safe haven for some of the dinosaurs. Mostly herbivores like Parasaurolophus, Triceratops, Stegosaurus and a couple small Carnivores, including Velociraptors Blue and Beta, who are now tamed.
One very early crystal clear morning, when the sky was just starting to turn that lovely shade of orange, after we got up and had breakfast, we heard a noise coming from outside. We got outside and saw Blue growling loudly near the paddock fence.(despite being tamed, Blue can still be aggressive, but only when the situation is justified)
We looked in the direction the raptor was facing and saw 3 people get out of a car. A woman(the entitled mother, complete with Karen haircut, posture and face), a man(the cool Dad, who actually looked quite shocked at seeing real dinosaurs) and a 19 year old girl.(the nice Daughter, who despite having a similar hairstyle to her mom, wasn’t entitled or snotty)
Owen ordered for Blue to stand down and, like a good girl, she did.
Owen: *shouts* “Hey!”
CLD: “Hey! You’re Owen Grady, right?”
Owen: “Yes I am. How’d you know?”
ND: “My dad is a big fan of you. He saw videos of you training actual Velociraptors! It’s sucks that they’re gone though.”
CD: “Theyre not ALL gone. Blue is still alive.”
ND: “Really?!” *her eyes widen*
Me: ”Yes! And she has a baby.”
CLD: “Like, can we see the raptor?”
CD: “Absolutely!”
Owen does his thing with the clicker and calls out Blue’s name and she immediately comes running, followed by Beta.
ND: “Awwww she’s adorable! Can I pet her?”
OG: “You have to be careful though. She can still be very dangerous.”
Thats when the EM started.
EM: “Well if she’s soooo dangerous then why do you even have her? Besides, you’re not fooling me.”
CLD: “EM, what’re you talking about?”
EM: “This isn’t real. These things are all fake. In my church, I was taught that there are no such things as “dinosaurs.” The earth was only born 6000 years ago, not 4.6 billion. These are all, what, stupid people in costumes or some type of animatronic stuff. This is all Stupid Blasphemy.”
Owen, Claire and Maisie all shared a WTF expression. Blue even tilted her head in confusion.
ML: “Um, this IS real. You are looking at a real dinosaur in the flesh!“
ND: “Mom, please don’t start. How could you even THINK these are fake?”
CD: “You seriously can’t be that delusional.”
EM: “First of all, these so called “bones” and “fossils” were not from real animals. Satanists put these on earth to scam true religious people. And I also heard about this THING *she gestures to Maisie* being a “Clone” of a young human who “presumably” died in a car accident. Gimme a break! *mutters the R word under her breath* kid.”
Maisie gasps at this response and she is nearly in tears.
Me: “How could you say something like that?! This little girl lost her grandfather at a young age and she was kidnapped by poachers, along with the baby raptor!”
EM: *now being all smug like she knows everything* ”Well, she probably had it coming for being a disgusting FREAK of nature! Claiming to be a stupid clone and all.”
Claire gasped at this and Maisie was crying.
The baby Velociraptor came up to the ND and started nuzzling her hand, but EM decided to fricking KICK the baby dinosaur like a dog!!!
Beta shrieked and fell into the snow, but she got up. To say that Blue was pissed was an UNDERSTATEMENT! She ran up to the EM and full on TACKLED her to the ground, but due to being tamed, she knew not to actually bite. She was just growling and snarling loudly.
CD: “Call the police!”
OG: “Already on it.”
He whistled for Blue to get off of the EM and she did, but was still growling.
EM: *screaming* “YOU FREAKS WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS! YOU AND YOUR STUPID FAKE LIZARD AND YOUR DUMB KID! I’M CALLING ANIMAL CONTROL AND HAVING THAT STUPID THING FUCKING SHOT!”
About 5 minutes later, the Police arrived and PO1 and PO2 walked up to us.
PO1: “What seems to be the problem here, folks?”
Before any of us could even get a word in, the EM started twisting the story and putting on fake tears.
EM: “I was just coming to tell them how beautiful their animals were, and then that A**HOLE *points at Owen* told his stupid pet Velociraptor to attack me for no reason! I want that THING KILLED RIGHT NOW!
OG: “I did no such thing, you lunatic!”
CD: “This coming from the moron who KICKED a baby dinosaur like a dog because it was playing with your daughter! And called MY Daughter a Freak of nature and a r****d!”
EM: “THAT ABOMINATION WAS GOING TO MAUL MY DAUGHTER TO DEATH YOU FAT COW!”(Claire Dearing is pretty curvy, but is in NO way shape or form, obese.)
PO2: Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to put your hands behind your back right now.”
EM: “WHAT?!”
PO1: “You’re under arrest for lying to a police officer, threatening to kill an animal and promoting kidnapping towards people with special needs *referring to Maisie*. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned, something which you later rely on in court. Anything you say may be given in evidence.”
EM: “HELP! RAPE! RAPE! RAAAAPE!!”
OG: “Oh, cut the crap! You brought this on yourself. Take her away.”
Me: “Hold up there, officers! I’d like to just do one more thing!” *I do a two finger whistle like in cartoons or movies and we hear thudding footsteps.*
EM: ”Oh that was just a stupid earthquake or a tree falling down.”
Trees were indeed falling down, but the thumps were rhythmic, and getting louder.
Me, ND, and CLD all said in unison “Don’t move!”
There was something beyond the leaves.
The EM looked up, higher.
Behind the foliage, beyond the cabin, she saw what looked like a thick body with a pebbled, grainy surface like the bark of a tree. But it wasn't a tree. She continued to look higher, slowly tilting her head upward.
She saw the huge head of Rexy, the elderly Tyrannosaurus just standing there, looking through the trees at us! EM turned her flashlight on, and the big animal rolled its head and BELLOWED in the glaring light! Then darkness, and silence again, and the chittering of night critters.
There was another pause. EM watched the scarred Tyrannosaur. The head was huge! The animal looked around slowly, scanning its surroundings and searching for prey. She seemed to stare right at EM!
In the flashlight, the eyes glowed bright red.
EM: "Jesus Christ!”
The greatest predator the world has ever known. The most fearsome attack in human history. Somewhere in the back of her Karen brain, EM was in disbelief, but she could feel her knees begin to shake uncontrollably, her trousers flapping like flags.
Man, she was frightened. She didn't want to be here. Alone among all the people on the scene, EM was crazy religious. She didn’t believe in dinosaurs. She thought that all the fossils and skeletons were a scam by satanists to thwart religion, or in her words, “Blasphemy.”
She tried to reassure herself that she was hallucinating, but her eyes were not deceiving her at all! She was looking at a giant dinosaur! But it wasn’t just any dinosaur, this was a rex! Much, much bigger! The greatest meat-eater that ever walked the earth!
Jesus!
When the Tyrannosaur roared it was TERRIFYING, a SCREAM from some other world! EM felt the spreading warmth in her trousers. She’d peed in her pants! She was simultaneously embarrassed and terrified. But she knew she had to do something. She couldn't just stay here. She had to do something. Something! Her hands were shaking, trembling in her pant pockets.
EM: “Jesus Christ!”
ML: (While wagging her finger at her) “Bad language!”
EM started whimpering and we swung our heads away from the Tyrannosaur. Our flashlights streaked laterally-in time to see EM tripping over her high heels and struggling to get back up.
The police officers cuffed her and dragged her into their vehicle while she was screaming gibberish about knowing the mayor, having a cop brother, threatening to sue.
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Needless to say, we never saw her again.
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TL;DR Stupid entitled Karen who doesn’t believe in dinosaurs, comes face to face with one.

So hello, I am a 19 year old student getting ready for my Uni Exams, the University I'll be going to only gets top 600 out of 4 million people with-in our exam, you cannot get in it with any kinds of connections or via payment methods. Sorry if my english is bad or I sound weird about it, it's not my native language. So, what is my chance with investment banks with-in the US, do they strictly hire Ivy League graduates or people with good MBAs even though my family is well connected with bankers with-in middle east and my country, I would like to learn about the standarts of the US Investment Bankings! Thanks for reading this up!

Title is absurd, I know, but I am genuinely asking. Recently my coworker was telling me how customers/guests are shushing their server because the customer comes in on the phone.
It actually just happened to me a few times... I greet people how I normally would and I receive a "🤫" because they're on face time or a phone call. They either point to what they'd like on the menu, or they just don't order AT ALL until their call is done but don't want us to leave and come back when they're ready. Regardless, they're 8/10 times not pleasant to serve and treat us like we've ruined their meal already.
What is a proper response? I admit the most recent time it happened, I crossed my arms and looked at the floors and cieling. I didn't know what else to do.

Demographics

• Gender: Female
• Race/Ethnicity: Kazakhistani
• Residence: Kazakhstan
• Income Bracket: Need full-ride(or full-tuition mb)
• Type of School: Public
• Hooks (Recruited Athlete, URM, First-Gen, Geographic, Legacy, etc.): None

Intended Major(s): Env.sciences, government, poltics
Academics

• GPA (UW/W): UW is 3.7
• Rank (or percentile): N/A (school doesn't rank)
• # of Honors/AP/IB/Dual Enrollment/etc.: N/A
• Senior Year Course Load: ....

Standardized Testing
List the highest scores earned and all scores that were reported.

• SAT: N/A, will take in fall 2023
• ACT: N/A
• AP/IB: N/A
• Other: N/A

Extracurriculars/Activities
1.Ballet(Non-professional)
2.History and geography research with a professor of Shakarim University(T10 in Kazakhstan)
3.English club (Founder and President)
4.Student Government(Secretary)
5.Volunteer at UNICEF since 2021
6.Library assisstant
7.Media project
8.Paid work(since 2022 have a little business)
9.Family responsibilities
10.MUN
Honors/Awards:
1.National essay contest (essay was published in a journal)
2.The prize "X city talented children" 2021 and 2022
3.The best delegate 2023
I know that my application is not strong enough to get into top schools, but I am working on it(Creating a website for young English learners, writing mini-book for teaching them and publish it on Google Books and so on) Really need your advices and feel free to ask/say something in the comment section!

For today's episode, the challenge was the blind taste test.
First up was Tommy and Jamie, and Jamie and Tommy both scored one. However, Elizabeth failed to score any points while Will scored one. Paul and Jennifer then both scored one, and Natalie ended up scoring one whilst Jason scored zero. In the end, Elise would get the win for blue after scoring three against Jamie who went again, who scored two this time.
The blue team was rewarded with a horseback trip to Hollywood’s highest point for lunch, while the red team was punished by taking in a delivery of 200 pounds of grapes and make jam out of them for the Steakhouse service.
For the steakhouse service, things did not go well.
The red team would serve first, and made it through without many problems. In the kitchen, Tommy would fail to communicate several times, while Elise was a nightmare on the meat station, setting fire to it and bringing up several raw and overcooked strips. Eventually, Ramsay shut down the blue kitchen as they ran out of time with five tickets remaining, and the red team had to apologize to the blue diners.
When the roles were switched, Tommy had troubles writing down orders, whilst Elise sent up an improperly written ticket. In the kitchen, things were not much better, as Elizabeth struggled on apps, and Jamie would start falling apart on garnishes, to the point that Ramsay shut down the red kitchen.
Both teams were declared joint losers, and Ramsay berated Tommy for not communicating with his teammates while telling Elise she was not working well with a team. Elise argued against that, leading to an argument that only ended when Jason furiously told her to shut up, calling her a little cunt. Ramsay would tell the chefs to nominate one person from their team.
During deliberation, the argument between Elise and Jason continued, resulting in Paul wondering if Jason was worth keeping around.
At elimination, Jennifer announced Jamie as the Red Team's nominee, while Paul announced Elise as the Blue Team's nominee. Ramsay said he respected those decisions, but he wanted to hear from some others, and called Elizabeth and Tommy up as well. After listening to their pleas, he started by sending Tommy and Elizabeth back in line, before eliminating Elise for her awful performance on the meat station and failing to gain the respect of anyone on the team, although he praised her resilience.
HK9 Your Way (Part 11) - Online Poll - StrawPoll.com
RED TEAM: Elizabeth, Jamie, Jennifer, Natalie
BLUE TEAM: Jason, Paul, Tommy, Will
18th. Steven
17th. Chino
16th. Carrie
15th. Brendan
14th. Amanda
13th. Monterray
12th. Gina
11th. Jonathon
10th. Krupa
9th. Elise

This will be a great game. If you're a fan who can get here, section 35 row 1. Grab a seat and order food right from there. Parking at the Stadium is easy. I did it last night in 30 minutes from way out of town.
Send me your email address and I'll send you the ticket. Pay what you can. I paid 130 each.

If you could live in any alternate universe, which one would you choose and why?

No judgment please- I took my first dose. Ordered from peptide sciences. 5mg bottle, added 1ml bac water, drew up 25 units in insulin syringe. I tried to do my research so hopefully that was the correct amount to start with. Any feedback would be appreciated, just not looking for critics.

""The Culture" is a science fiction book series written by Scottish author Iain M. Banks. The series is set in a post-scarcity society known as "The Culture," which is an advanced and highly sophisticated civilization comprising a variety of humanoid and non-humanoid species. The Culture is known for its progressive values, tolerance, and a total absence of hierarchy, currency, and government.
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The series explores a wide range of themes, including artificial intelligence, morality, gender, sexuality, and politics. The books also frequently deal with the interactions between the Culture and other civilizations, often featuring complex political and social issues.
The main characters in the series are often members of the Culture's intelligence and diplomatic services, known as Special Circumstances. The agency is tasked with handling difficult and sensitive situations involving other civilizations, sometimes requiring covert and sometimes violent actions.
Overall, the Culture series is highly regarded for its complex world-building, detailed characterizations, and exploration of complex and thought-provoking themes. It has become a seminal work of science fiction, influencing numerous writers and filmmakers in the genre."
pretty good.