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2023.06.06 04:04 blah1817717 Help - Forced Voluntary Resignation

My wife recently was notified that her entire department of book keepers for a Texas school district was identified as excessive staff. Approximately 20 book keepers are being laid off this month.
HR is forcing her to sign a document that states it is a voluntary resignation. I told her not to sign it and let HR know that she is being laid off. HR responded saying they are offering other positions like janitor, bus driver, or cafeteria worker at the same pay for 1 year then her pay will be adjusted to match the pay.
My wife is wanting to take a year off to spend time with the kids which I am suggesting us to file for unemployment.
What should we do? Obviously not sign but what else? We printed all the emails off.
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2023.06.06 04:04 blah1817717 Help - Forced Voluntary Resignation

My wife recently was notified that her entire department of book keepers for a Texas school district was identified as excessive staff. Approximately 20 book keepers are being laid off this month.
HR is forcing her to sign a document that states it is a voluntary resignation. I told her not to sign it and let HR know that she is being laid off. HR responded saying they are offering other positions like janitor, bus driver, or cafeteria worker at the same pay for 1 year then her pay will be adjusted to match the pay.
My wife is wanting to take a year off to spend time with the kids which I am suggesting us to file for unemployment.
What should we do? Obviously not sign but what else? We printed all the emails off.
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2023.06.06 04:03 Nomyad777 [PI] The Monster Kingdom (1/2)

Part 2
If you travel far enough North on the map, well above where the Civilized Nations stop because no crops grow, you'll find a mountain range. Crossing this range leads to the Monster Kingdom, though for some reason they prefer the name 'TFSU.' Yes, they prefer. The literal forces of anarchy and chaos in the universe have a government. However, ignoring that whole thing, the Monster Kingdom is fine. No armies march on them, mostly because of supply and logistical issues. The Monsters never say how they grow their own food, but given that they don't trade and millions of kobolds worth of food don't go missing every day, it's safe to say they make their own. Now, that doesn't stop the Civilized Nations to send one hero a decade to 'keep them in check.' Four decades ago, the hero closed off a mountain pass, which was supposed to cause a massive flood. Four days later, it was cleared, and the only thing to show for it were the cities that glow like the sun at night. However, yesterday, the Hero returned having burnt one of the bigger cities down. It was empty of all monsters, but the act was the first real damage they had taken in seven hundred years, since their founding. For seven hundred years, the TFSU have taken the beating of seventy heroes and simply moved on. But now. Now, millions of kobolds make up heavy 'machinery' units that march in armored, self-moving caridges that spit fire and metal. Thousands of beastpeople make up scouting and light infantry ranks. The TFSU use hellish 'guns' that hit harder than a catapult from kilometers away, all in a single 'bullet' not the size of a human's thumb. Metal birds and dragonflies join dragons as they assault cities. We poke the very literal sleeping dragon in the eye. Yet the armies don't do much. They march for our capitals and leaders, but on the way our civilians live. Surendees live. People go about their daily lives without too much change. Of course, that fact didn't stop the front line from finally crashing over my small village, located so close to the pass for a while we thought they the monsters had bypassed us entirely. The Civilized Nations had decided to send an entire legion to prevent the Monsters from getting across a nearby canyon pass. We were hit with an air-based assault with only dragons and metal dragonflies, our balista uselessly demolished by pillars of metal and flame thrown out of the metal dragonflies. I blacked out when the legion managed to shoot enough arrows to take down one of the dragonflies. I remember it crashing down onto my house... and then nothing.
The elf stirred as they woke up. I'd been raised in the Terra Firma Sapience Union, so I was... less than familiar with the clothing and lifestyle the Southerners used. The elf groaned again, before their eyes shot open and they looked around, quickly settling on my frame. "A-Are you going to kill me now?" They asked, their voice shaken with fear. I let out a laugh. "If I wanted you dead, you'd already be dead." I decided to transmorph into my secondary form - a cat - to help the conversation go better. In a land where humans lived to forty, elves only lived to a hundred, and that meant that even I was older than this elf, and they were no older than thirty. The elf, to their credit, quickly figured out I wasn't pulling any mindgames. I'd heard tales from my relatives before the Kobolds founded the TFSU. People, especially when panicked, usual acted with more than enough stupidity to make the situation worse. "Where am I?" The elf asked. Their tone told me that they were still suspicious, but it wasn't outright denial of the situation. "My home," I answered bluntly. "Your village tried to fight our ground forces when they moved in, so most of them are currently under house arrest." Still in my cat form, I created a portal into my storage cavern and reached my arm through, while summoning a lab coat around my shoulders and glasses. It was a trick I had only learned to do recently. "Let's see..." I found the clipboard and brought it out, flipping to the elft's page and taping the pen against the paper. "You suffered a collapsed lung, severe burns on the right side of your body, three broken ribs and two fractured ones, shattered three wrist bones, three breaks in your right upper arm and another two in your lower arm, and on the left side you have another fractured rib and three broken fingers. Your left leg was shattered and your left foot was completely torn up. Healing magic stabilized you and surgery did the rest. You've been comatose for the past three days, and was brought to my home yesterday due to a surge in hospital patients from the seige of Trembolorne. "In terms of organ damage, that was also severe. A busted kidney, I already mentioned a collapsed lung, and your entire digestive system was... well, pulverized would be putting it lightly. Also, unrelated to the incident with the helicopter, you had cancer in your liver and kidney. "In terms of medical treatment, you've been given an IV line for the past couple days and several painkillers, and you underwent four separate surgeries. We reconstructed your organs, welded your bones to metal plates, and used a genetic printer to replace your skin. You're lucky to have gotten time with the genetic printer in the first place, you know; those things are expensive, and I mean expensive to run. Though it's all billed on the government anyway, but that just means that they'll only run it if they have to." The elf sat up in bed looking at me as I just stood on two paws on the cave floor. "Right, sorry, you wouldn't understand most of that." I sheepishly scratched the back of my head with my right paw. "Um... put this way, you were crushed by debris and we basically reconstructed your body before you died. So not necromancy, though you did get close to needing more advanced magical treatment." "Oh," The elf replied. The cat thing seemed to have helped, because they were no longer stuttering with their single word response. "Um... do you want anything to drink?" I tried to kickstart a conversation. "Where am I?" The elf asked again. I was silent for a second. "My home? It's right on the edge of TFSU territory, one of the southernmost places you can be while still being with the recognized borders. I chose this place because I like to fly out in the summer over the flowers in the forest at the foot of the mountains. Your village is a couple hour dragon-flight time away." "Mmmhm." The elf commented halfheartedly. "OK, um... who are you?" "My dragonic name isn't something most can pronounce, so my public name is just Vixie Remminie." I answered. "What's yours?" The elf's eyes narrowed. "Why do you want to know my name." I blinked. "Because... It's a name? I'm not a Fey, you know, it's not like I can tie ancient demons to your soul and call it a prank or something ridiculous like that. Besides, you asked for mine; now I get to ask for yours." "And who says you won't just burn my village to the ground and eat me right now!?!" The elf suddenly burst out. "You monsters ruin everything! You trespass on our land, take our resources, and kill our people! All we did was try to defend ourselv-" I cut him off, and poured just a bit of attention in giving myself an aura. Blue fire licked the bottom of my vision as I rebuttaled his point. "Don't forget, you stole the land from us. We were the ones living in the wild when you razed our forests and grew crops. We couldn't even purchase land to live on! So yes, we stole what we could to survive and those who didn't starved and died! And when all was said and done, you tried to kill us and turned it into a war, one where we had no choice but to kill you back. And when we found someplace to run, a spot to hide and do our own thing with our own land? You blistering idiots sent you 'courageous heroes' to try and kill us! What for? Nothing! Just your stupid, moronic fear making, forcing you to decide to 'kill the big thing over there!' We can't even have freaking farmland, we have to grow it all in hydroponic farms and harvest thousand-year-old vines out of caves because this is all we have!" I realized that my aura was burning fully and scorching the ground around me. I let out a long sigh, and it died down. Several memories flashed through my head, but I pushed them away. "Apologies, my parents are still a... sensitive topic for me. It would be best if we just stayed away from talking about the war until the hospital has room for more patients again." "Yeah?" The elf was still enraged. Even sitting down, they were still trying to construct an argument. "You parents who killed how many? Your family killed how many more? You dragons, you monsters are nothing more than one large grouping of murders that deserve to die! As the gods will!" The elf was spitting in rage, but I recognized his determination to hold onto his worldview. It was the one thing I needed to pry away before it got out of hand. "And you elves killed how many more?" I asked in a low voice. "Can you tell me the number of kobold dens exterminated in caves, the number of beastpeople sent to an early grave in slave camps? Because I can tell you ours. My father's was two, my mother's four, and my extended family including deceased relatives is one hundred and thirty seven. "You declared war against monsters, you child of an elf," I growled. "And death the reality of war. We know. The Unification Wars weren't fought with swords and honor. They were fought with artillery barrages and death. They were fought with miniature suns and political backstabbing, with tanks and guns and submarines and warships and all the more death. "You say the gods don't like us! That's put lightly. They forsook us! Abandoned us in our hour of need. So we learned to live without them. There are no gods we pray to anymore, elfling. Only each other, our creations, and the universe itself. They don't want us, we don't need them. It's more than they deserve." My aura was once again charring the floor and I had transformed back into my dragon form, but this time I refused to cool it down. "You call us creations of death, the primal forces of anarchy? We are you. You are us. We are sapient, we are all mortals, no matter our advantages. We are bound to this dimensional plane, forced to serve our betters, and live out our lives not with earnest but with trepredition for when it ends. We are all death incarnate, because we can all die. That is just the way it is. Besides, you've wondered about my kill count; tell me, can you tell me the gods'? Can you tell me how many souls they have cut from fate for their own entertainment? No? I can tell you." I growled, moving closer until the blue flames enveloping my body threatened to light the elf's cot on fire. "More people than are alive on this planet right now." I pulled back, bottling up my aura and reverting to my cat form. "We can talk all we want about death and destruction, and I won't lie and say you aren't victims of the war; pre-unification dragons we're exactly kind and merciful to those with treasure hoards. But perhaps, I implore you to consider that maybe we both are victims of the war, and maybe we can one day work together instead of fighting each other. "Maybe, one day, we can fight for our rights against the gods." I moved into my dragon form and darted deeper into my cave, moving so fast I could hear the howl of the wind against my ears. Only when I had reached my memorial wall for my parents did I stop and take a breath and think over my conversation with the elf. We had a long way to go, but I hoped I had put a little bit of sense into him. I hoped that the world could change.
When the dragon cat thing sped away, I took a moment to survey my surroundings. Only now did the effects of my first question hit my formerly-groggy head. "My home." He said. Dragons live in caves. Oooooh. I'm screwed. However, there were no treasure hoards visible from my perspective; then again, while the Monsters were stupid, they still had brains to them, and carrying me into a treasure room would probably be something they'd be able to tell was a bad idea. Pops said never underestimate you foe, A voice in the back of my head said, and the dragon even launched in a full conversation with you. You're selling the dragon very, very shor- Shut up I growled internally to the treacherous voice in my head. The cave itself was... a cave. There was a metal slab on one end, it went deeper in the other, and that was that. In a 'corner' of the jagged room there were a number of red, glowing rods attached to some kind of giant mechanism three elfs wide and six deep, but the rods glowed against the cave's light- What light source? My eyes darted around looking for one. Only now was I aware of how unnatural each shadow was, how awkward each shining rock looked, how each stalagmite could hide an entire dragon, and that was before they started transfiguring into cats. How bright the ceiling- I looked up. The bright light burned my eyes, but I needed to know what fiendish magic was in play so I could counter it. But the light didn't flicker like fire - they were far too bright for that anyway - but they also didn't have the magical circles surrounding each spell. They were... lights. As if the universe simply willed brightness into existence. Each far-too-bright-hurts-to-look-ats was placed along a main hallway clear of stalagmites running from the metal slab deeper and around a corner where I couldn't see. The lights were only poised above this one hall, and they just... shone one the rest of the cave. Looking closer, I could see thin black lines, too thin to be mana feeds, running along the walls to both the glowing red rods and to the so-shiny-the-lit-up-the-cave. And... that was that. There was no massive pile of treasure in the hall, though I suspected the dragon kept their hoard deeper than... wherever I was. There was no pile of skull trophies or the banner of cities and armies slain, and I noted that while he had told me his parents', the dragon had never told me his own. Then again, the cat thing could be lying. Dragon transfigured into a cat. Probably has Circle Of Truth around his entire den. Nonsense, dragons can only do elemental magic. Evidently not. Would you just shut up already? No- I moved my attention back to the metal slab, cutting off whatever the voice in my head had to say about my current situation; it wasn't every day one just got kidnapped by a nation of monsters, after all. The slab was truly elegant. It was painted with the monster language, and then was painted with some kind of mural. I could barely make out a blue circle with green splotches on it surrounded by twelve rings in the bottom corner because most of the door was taken up by a ice-blue cat with lighter strips engulfed in blue fire. It was a mural of the dragon cat thing. That didn't stop it from being pretty, and someone had obviously put a lot of effort into it. The flames looked realistic from what I had seen minutes ago, and the cat's details were perfectly engraved. It was... acurrate. Yeah, because I think Vixie was just trying to tell you that they built their civilization for a reason, and it wasn't carnage. You don't know what you're talking about. We both know I do. How else to you think- Listen to me, you treasonous voice of a- No, you listen to me, you pathetic excuse for a brain. The dragon was able to hold and win an argument with you, fixed your wounds that would've been a dead write-off for any other hospital, and then you think SHE barely meets the threshold for sapient? THE ABSOLUTE MORON I'M ARGUING WITH IS THE ONE YOU BARELY MEETS IT!!! You moved to your frontier village because the world was changing, Lazerot the Sixth. Congrats, you were right. It did change. Now shut your OVERSIZED EGO up at being bested by a creature ten times older than you, and go appologies before they decide that saving your life wasn't worth it. I... I... OK- No. I'm in control now. Shut up. I....... yes, sir. Good. With new resolve, I stood up. My head throbbed, and the next thing I knew was my face hitting my cot again.
When I heard the thud of something falling in the entrance cave, I carefully moved back into the entrance cave. The elf was face-down in their cot, unconscious again. It looked like they had tried to stand and just.... fallen over. I sighed and used a claw to nudge the elf back onto his pillow, and then covered him with a blanket. I watched him for a minute, and then returned to the deeper parts of my home. The TFSU was completely overloaded with the number of patients needing treatment. Apparently, the Southener's hospitals just... didn't do anything, so in addition to soldiers, there was a massive influx of civilians to our hospitals too. Of course, this meant that they were absolutely overloaded, and the Civilized Nations strategy of fighting to near-death and then surrendering wasn't helping. So, stable recovering civilians like the elf were just... shipped out. When shelters filled up because the Civilized Nations overpopulation crisis was too bad to do anything, people just had to take them into their homes. Long story short, the government was in way over their head attempting upgrade the standard of care in the Civilized Nations while occupying their territory. My job so close to the border was remote infrastructure maintenance, and my ability to change size while not dissolving made me an expert at it - and that was before my two hundred years of experience. And then I didn't need a vehicle to get on-site, and was fast. The alarm pinging me that one of the space radars was down again gave me an excuse to avoid the elf and do some work. I grabbed a pack of supplies, put on my shapeshift-compatible uniform, and wrote down a note on a piece of paper. On my out past the sleeping elf, I dropped it for him.
Space radar system needs repair, as it's returning a false positive. It's my job to repair all the infrastructure around here, so I need to go fix it. I'll be back soon. If you're hungry, my pantry is the first cave on the right. You can just eat anything that's easily open-able in there. If it has a lock or airtight opening mechanism (anything more than a clip, really) then don't eat it. If your thirsty, there's a stream in the entrance cave near the heaters. When the door mechanism beeps, step back. Sometimes pressure in the cave can get a bit wonky, and I don't want you to get hurt. Other than that, feel free to explore. I've locked all the doors to the rooms I don't want you to enter. For toilet necessities, the second cave on the left has a properly-sized toilet. And running water, but stuff I can explain later means don't drink it. See you soon! - Vixie.
Satisfied, I left opened the door. There was a puff as the air from inside flowed out to the lower-pressure atmosphere. I could spot a snow squall to the north, and the pressure meant that it was probably coming my way. I moved out onto the ledge and closed the door behind me. At high altitudes this far north, the air was already near-zero and it was still five in the afternoon. I took just a second to confirm with the weather report that the snowstorm was in fact going to arrive on my doorledge using a smartwatch I had strapped around my wrist. When I found that the storm was coming, I opened my wings and flew. Being an Ice Dragon had its advantages, but being a Water-Ice Combined Dragon was much better. The frosty air curled around my wings as the freedom of ignoring gravity filled my brain. Ice and Water dragons both had large wings to deal with the cold air (and lower pressure leading to the requirement for more surface area to achieve the same amount of lift) and incompressable water physics (to let the wings act like a one-way fan blade as they move back and forth, increasing efficient). Dragons might be magestic creatures, but we were still bound to the physics of the mortal plane, after all. Being part of both, my wings were even bigger, making me one of the best high-altitude fliers on the planet. The ability to use both gills and lungs at said altitudes helped with oxygen also helped. Air Dragons were better at flying in normal air, but I liked to think of it like stats from a video game. Air Dragons min-maxed their stats for low-altitude, but I could go anywhere - even underwater - can keep my speed relatively high. I took full advantage of this on my way to the space radar, soaring well above the cloud ceiling and to the point where I could make out the curvature of the planet below me. The ocean spread out to my west, while more land was to my east. Snow covered the north as to the south was the telltale splotchy color of industrialism. My smartwatch beeped, as I crossed the normal dragonic altitude limit. I hadn't realized I'd gone so high; I had a radar to repair, after all. I dove down towards the surface, ignoring more beeps as I crossed half the way to the speed of sound. The wind howled angrily in my ears, but I flattened those (thank you, streamlined water genetics) and came out of my death dive right over the radar. The repair itself went relativity smoothly, though I couldn't find a broken component and chalked it up to more space anomalies. They weren't infrequent, and usually marked where the gods decided to look over the planet. For my radars, anyway. Further north, ignoring the north pole, almost no gods came out and wanted to deal with us. Our unspoken agreement was held that way. I flew straight back for my return journey. The storm was definitely closer, but fifteen minutes of flying later and I was entering the opening mechanism for my door. As it swung inwards, I heard the high-pitched scream of an elf.
When I awoke, I found myself tucked into some covers. It took all of seven seconds for reality to catch up with me. Right. I got into a heated argument with a dragon. I instinctively touched the part of my face that had been closest to the dragon's flame. I'd read about Auras in books, but never thought I'd get to see one. They were only ever found in the most powerful and competent individuals of a race in an entire plan of existence. I wondered which skill gave the dragon hers - Vixie, I reminded myself. Either way, given that Auras are technically illusions, I wasn't hurt. The flames didn't get close enough to hurt anyway, but that didn't stop me from checking. This time, I was much more careful when I stood up. I sat up first, then started to kick my legs back and forth. That's when I spotted a paper on the other side of my cot. I stood up without thinking, but managed to keep my consciousness this time and moved towards the note. It was handwritten and contained a lot of jargon that I wasn't familiar with. Space. Radar. False positive. Airtight opening mechanism. Heater. Beep. Pressure. Toilet. Running water. I could deduce some of it. A message had come in requesting the services of the local dragon to repair a thing that has an issue, and that she would return shortly. I could wander around as I pleased, besides eating food that wasn't open or contained in a clip bag. From the tone of the message, I could deduce what a 'toilet' was. The heaters would logically be things that produced heat, so all I had to do was look for those. I wasn't able to tell time, but I supposed at this point it didn't matter. I moved over deeper into the cave, and quickly heard the sound of a stream. It led directly into a forest of stalagmites. After clambering over those, the temperature started to increase, which was all I needed to know that I was getting a drink of water. I was only now catching up to the fact that I had been out for three days, and that meant that I was extremely thirsty. I wasn't sure how I wasn't dead of dehydration at this point. I found the stream next to the glowing metal rods, and with it a clear path to my location. Sighing slightly at the wasted effort on climbing through Rock Forest, I snatched an undersized cup off a rack built into a nearby jut in the cave wall and filled it, before entering the bliss of fresh water. Back in the village, we had some of the best and cleanest water in all the land thanks to snow melt, but this took that to a new level. Cold, crisp water melted in the sun only minutes ago. It was... pure. I spent the next couple minutes simply drinking and processing everything over in my mind. The gods might have willed the monster dead, but if even the monster gods had abandoned them and survived... then how come the Pantheon never told us? Religious issues aside, there were more practical issues regarding my own survival. How did I get out. There was a thud at the metal slab, and I moved back towards it, leaving my cup to dry on the rack I pulled it from. The engraving of the cat on the metal slab was- BEEEP! What was that sound? There was a hiss, and the slab started to peel away. A gust of frigid cold air washed over me as a mage Ice-Water hybrid Aura-capable dragon that I had argued with stared me down. I did the instinctive thing and let out the scream of a human three year old, squeezing my eyes shut and waiting for the final blow. When the end of my life didn't arrive, I reopened my eyes to find the sky-blue cat standing in the hole where the metal slab was supposed to be. Then there was another... sound, and the metal slab started to move back into position. The cat was surprised for a single moment before simply charging the door and jumping through, skidding to a halt right in front of me. Which meant that I got a closer look at her. Ocean-blue strips crossed an ice-blue body fur in a fifty-fifty ratio. Small crystals of ice twinkled, floating here her wings would be. One tail was accompanied by two more made of pure blue-white energy, and the cat even had a halo. Six orbs of blue-white light hovered in lazy circles around her back, and even in a diminutive form the size of a cat the being radiated the power of an aura-capable creature. "Oh, right, sorry," Vixie said, and all the ethirial energy disappeared. Now that I knew what I was looking for, however, I could just barely tell, using my power as a mage, that Vixie was using illusion magic to hide her true energy. "You don't need to hide your reserves," I said. "Though if you're shapeshifting into forms so small that you need to expose yours, then you should just burn yours instead. It's not worth the trouble of people bottling yours." Vixie gave some kind of half-shrug. "They're not reserves, no." She said, emphasizing the word. I looked at Vixie with a sharp look, and for a second I forgot I was talking to a dragon. "Then what are they?" "They're..." The cat blushed, something I wasn't even aware was possible. She let the illusion fall away, and the tails, crystals, orbs and halo returned. "They're my regenerative baseline minimum." I looked her up and down for a second, dumbstruck. She really is a creature of power, huh? "Um.... uh..." I stuttered. "Is... that where you get your aura from?" I asked. Vixie closed her eyes with an expression on her face, and this time green flame started to peel off her. "Part of it, yeah." To control an aura like that... two auras. Just how powerful is she? I was so deep in thought that I didn't realize that the expression on her face was pain. "I... uh... what happened?" I asked, shellshocked. "Why aren't you fighting in the war?" The worldwide-powerful dragon masquerading as a cat sighed. "I... haven't told anyone. It's... personal." "I..." Only now did it hit me that I was talking with a dragon, not another person. Not just a monster, but a... creature with emotions. "You don't have to tell me." I quickly backtracked. "No, no, it's a fair question. It..." The cat let out a chuckle, and it filled the cave with a beautiful sound. "I suppose it's kind of ironic... but it starts with a kobold and a god, back when the Firma kobold tribe decided to travel north to escape the civilized nations, shortly before the amassing of all creatures in these same northern mountains and the Unification War. "Back before the gods forsook us."
Original Prompt: [WP] For as long as all the races have known, Dragons have been seen as violent, destructive creatures. After an attack on your village, you black out and find yourself in the den of a dragon. It's rather annoyed that that is how they're seen, and wants to prove that isn't the case.
u/Lycan_Jedi thank you for the prompt!
Part 2
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2023.06.06 04:03 ForSacredRussia1 North Eurasia*️⃣: "Why is Shebekino famous? Alexey Makarkin, Region.Expert. About the fact that the Shebekino regional center is on the map, most Russians only just learned because of the dramatic events. But the district center is an industrial city with almost 40,000 people."

North Eurasia*️⃣:
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North Eurasia*️⃣
Why is Shebekino famous?
Alexey Makarkin, Region . Expert
One of the many problems of modern Russia is the perception of the "rest of the country" from the megacities as a large dull and monotonous province. And little awareness of what is really going on there. The development of domestic tourism has not changed the situation much, since we are talking mainly about popular routes and long-known sights. And it is difficult to recognize the country and people in a few days.
About the fact that the Shebekino regional center is on the map, most Russians only just learned because of the dramatic events. But the district center is an industrial city with almost 40,000 people. With a historical and art museum, two technical schools (industrial and agrotechnical) and four churches (three of them were built on the site of those destroyed in Soviet times, and one - five-domed - was rebuilt in our century).
The first hospital in Shebekino was founded in 1902 - its building has survived to this day (the current district hospital was built in Soviet times).
And what happens not in every regional center, in the city of Shebekino over the past decade and a half, two monuments have been erected (and not a bust, but “full-length”). One - to the landowner Ivan Shibeko, Peter's lieutenant colonel, who founded the settlement of Shebekino in 1713. The second - also to the local landowner Alexander Rebinder, the owner of a model estate and a sugar factory. Under him, a real school was opened in Shebekino, a power station was built, a telephone connection was made, and that same hospital of 1902 was built. In 1918, Rebinder and his male relatives were shot by the Red Guards, women and children from his family soon emigrated (Rebinder's descendants came to the opening of the monument).
So it’s not a backwater, not a distant village that is “somewhere out there”, but a city with its own history, whose inhabitants remember those who created and equipped it in past years.


Чем знаменито Шебекино?
Алексей Макаркин, Регион.Эксперт
Одна из многочисленных проблем современной России — восприятие из мегаполисов «остальной страны» как большой унылой и однообразной провинции. И малая осведомленность о том, что же там в действительности происходит. Развитие внутреннего туризма мало изменило ситуацию, так как речь в основном идет о раскрученных маршрутах и давно известных достопримечательностях. Да и за несколько дней страну и людей узнать трудно.
Про то, что на карте есть райцентр Шебекино, большинство россиян узнали только что из-за драматических событий. Но райцентр — это промышленный город, в котором живет почти 40 тысяч человек. С историко-художественным музеем, двумя техникумами (промышленным и агротехническим) и четырьмя храмами (три из них построены на месте разрушенных в советское время, а один — пятиглавый — возведен заново в нашем веке).
Первая больница в Шебекино была основана еще в 1902 году — ее здание сохранилось до сих пор (нынешняя районная больница построена в советское время).
И что бывает не в каждом райцентре, в городе Шебекино за последние полтора десятилетия возведены два памятника (причем не бюста, а «в полный рост»). Один — помещику Ивану Шибеко, петровскому подполковнику, основавшему слободу Шебекино в 1713 году. Второй — тоже местному землевладельцу Александру Ребиндеру, хозяину образцового имения и сахарного завода. При нем в Шебекино было открыто реальное училище, сооружена электростанция, проведена телефонная связь, построена та самая больница 1902 года. В 1918 году Ребиндер и его родственники-мужчины были расстреляны красногвардейцами, женщины и дети из его семьи вскоре эмигрировали (потомки Ребиндера приезжали на открытие памятника).
Так что не захолустье, не дальнее село, которые находится «где-то там», а город со своей историей, жители которого помнят о тех, кто создавал и обустраивал его в прошлые годы.
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2023.06.06 04:02 donutfiend84 Fast Speed, Slow Dupes

I generally pause to queue tasks, and leave the game on the fastest speed while they are executed. What I've noticed is, that at the fastest speeds with a large mid-to-endgame base my dupes have long pauses between tasks. I don't mean they have no tasks to do. I mean they often stand there doing nothing, seemingly deciding what task to take next. My digger will dig one block, and stand stationary for upwards of 20 seconds real time at fastest game speed, before beginning to dig the block right next to the first one.
If I set the speed to normal, this pause goes away. If I pause the game after he completes a block, he'll start digging immediately after unpausing. My working theory is that the duplicant deciding on the next task is a background process separate from game speed, thus preventing lag spikes when they make decisions.
Great in theory, but as my base gets big, it means my dupes waste massive amounts of time standing around, because the game doesn't slow down to let them think. I can slow the game speed down to normal, but I'd rather the game just take time to load, so I can let it play as fast as it can process, without costing me in game efficiency.
Anyone know any mods, or setting changes I can make to smooth this process out? I'd hate to just be locked out of fast/faster gamespeed, unless I want to take a massive productivity hit.
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2023.06.06 04:02 itwasnmee Wallet stolen in one county but cards used in another

My wallet got stolen in county 1 but all the credit card transactions (over $1k) were done in county 2 and none in county 1 (they are neighboring counties). I have no hope that county 1 would even care about catching the bad guy since they have bigger fishes to fry but county 2 is smaller, safer and also is closer to me. I filed an online police report of identity theft with county 2 but they rejected it saying it falls under county 1’s jurisdiction. Is this true and do I have any way of convincing county 2’s PD to take the case?
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2023.06.06 04:01 localhopeedealer F4M Literate Romance RP

Hi everyone!!
I have a couple ideas of my own,and am up for brainstorming so we make sure both sides are happy and involved!
So first, about myself!! I’ve been writing and rping for 6+ years and would conisder myself semi-lit/literate. I don’t mind the lengths of responses, as long as they’re well written. I will either write 3-4 paragraphs, or sometimes even a few one liners , if it’s heavy conversation. Please be aware that i will ask for a writing example, i like to know you’re at least literate before i put all the time into figure out a plot and characters. My partner needs to be 18+, as i am 21 and just don’t feel comfortable writing with minors, LITERATE, and i’d love someone who i get along with ooc! M or F is fine, as long as your character is a M! Feel free to message me if you’re looking for a new partner and want to chat about some ideas!!
N O W for what i’m wanting in an RP!!
I have the most experience in Medieval, fantasy, SoL, and Modern settings. Now, im pretty open to plots or settings within these worlds. I was really craving a Mafia romance, maybe an arranged marriage or something of the sorts. Something enemies to Lovers, angsty.But that could really be done in any setting! What i like to see from my male characters is your classic arrogant, cocky, morally grey, bad boy type, The whole hates everyone but her vibe. In nsfw scenes , i prefer them to be the more dominant. IF you message me and all you’re thinking about is nsfw scenes, i will not respond.
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2023.06.06 04:01 WanderlostNomad how to turn a .pt file into a .ckpt file that can be shared with others?

is there a way to do this without using dreambooth?
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2023.06.06 04:00 bambucks Rip corrupted dynasty file

Rip corrupted dynasty file
Just lost my most recent NCAA 14 dynasty file. Had won two national championships with Washington State and three with South Carolina. File was approaching the year 2040.
Welp, time to start a new file.
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2023.06.06 04:00 fuckmigraines Talk shop about this week's biggest headlines! Dec. 23, 2022 - JAn. 23, 2022

As always, feel free to discuss any headlines that went down in kpop this week — including, but not limited to: comeback announcements, touring news, controversies, achievements, business moves, the latest social media outrage, you name it.








BSS (BooSeokSoon) Second Wind February 6 6 p.m
NCT DREAM Best Friend Ever (JP) February 8 TBD
tripleS ASSEMBLE February 13 TBD
Key Killer February 13 6 p.m
STAYC Teddy Bear February 14 6 p.m
TRI.BE W.A.Y February 14 6 p.m
LIMELIGHT Honestly February 14 TBD
Hyojin (ONF) Love Things February 14 6 p.m
PURPLE KISS Sweet Juice February 15 6 p.m
JAY B (GOT7) Seasonal Hiatus February 15 TBD
TNX I Need U February 15 6 p.m
OnlyOneOf chrOme arts (Jp) February 15 TBD
THE BOYZ BE AWAKE February 20 12 p.m
Stray Kids THE SOUND (Jp) February 22 TBD
CLASS:y TARGET (Jp) February 22 TBD
Hwang Minhyun Truth Or Lie February 27 6 p.m
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2023.06.06 03:59 bdure Are leagues overrated?

I generally don’t play in leagues for one big reason — the American Legion bridge, which is the traffic equivalent of a daily 48-car pileup that can’t be avoided if you want to get from my house to my beloved curling club.
Last fall, I gutted it out, left here in mid-afternoon in case it took more than two hours to get there and rejoiced when it only took 90 minutes.
And it was … OK. The people running it are fantastic. There’s a great vibe.
I just don’t enjoy it the same way I enjoy the non-league programs we have — all various forms of “pickup” curling with random or semi-random teams. I’ve felt the same way when I’ve spared.
Maybe it’s the commitment. It’s one thing to get there on Friday nights or Tuesday nights but another thing entirely to get there every Tuesday or Friday.
Maybe it’s the competition. Maybe it’s the lack of serendipity.
Am I alone in this? Or should clubs consider more programs that don’t lock in a few dozen people in set time slots every week?
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2023.06.06 03:59 6745408 /r/Pizza will be going dark from June 12-14 in protest against Reddit's API changes which kill 3rd party apps.

hey team! As you've definitely seen, a lot of subs are going dark (restricted, not locked) on the 12th. /pizza will do the same for a few days. Once the sub goes dark nobody will be able to make new posts.
As always, PM me if you have any questions about this.

This subreddit will be joining in on the June 12th-14th protest of Reddit's API changes that will essentially kill all 3rd party Reddit apps.

What's going on?

A recent Reddit policy change threatens to kill many beloved third-party mobile apps, making a great many quality-of-life features not seen in the official mobile app permanently inaccessible to users.
On May 31, 2023, Reddit announced they were raising the price to make calls to their API from being free to a level that will kill every third party app on Reddit, from Apollo to Reddit is Fun to Narwhal to BaconReader.
Even if you're not a mobile user and don't use any of those apps, this is a step toward killing other ways of customizing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite or the use of the desktop interface .
This isn't only a problem on the user level: many subreddit moderators depend on tools only available outside the official app to keep their communities on-topic and spam-free.

What's the plan?

On June 12th, many subreddits will be going dark to protest this policy. Some will return after 48 hours: others will go away permanently unless the issue is adequately addressed, since many moderators aren't able to put in the work they do with the poor tools available through the official app. This isn't something any of us do lightly: we do what we do because we love Reddit, and we truly believe this change will make it impossible to keep doing what we love.
The two-day blackout isn't the goal, and it isn't the end. Should things reach the 14th with no sign of Reddit choosing to fix what they've broken, we'll use the community and buzz we've built between then and now as a tool for further action.

What can you do as a user?

  • Complain. Message the mods of /, who are the admins of the site: message reddit: submit a support request: comment in relevant threads on /reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
  • Spread the word. Rabble-rouse on related subreddits. Meme it up, make it spicy. Bitch about it to your cat. Suggest anyone you know who moderates a subreddit join the coordinated mod effort at /ModCoord.
  • Boycott and spread the Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely on June 12th through the 13th- instead, take to your favorite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
  • Don't be a jerk. As upsetting this may be, threats, profanity and vandalism will be worse than useless in getting people on our side. Please make every effort to be as restrained, polite, reasonable and law-abiding as possible.

What can you do as a moderator?

Thank you for your patience in the matter,
me... the only mod.
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2023.06.06 03:59 Alprazaminophen How I got the TFT35-E3 V3.0.1 Touch Mode working on the BTT SKR Mini E3 V3.0 in Marlin

How I got the TFT35-E3 V3.0.1 Touch Mode working on the BTT SKR Mini E3 V3.0 in Marlin
I'll start this post by telling you I'm a beginner. This post is made for the 10 people per year who have a hard time getting this particular combo to work, as I did for the last two days.
This is my first 3D printer build, fashioned out of a used Anet A6-L printer. I bought an SKR E3 V3 in hopes of quiet operation, better print quality and upgrade options for the future. When I started configuring Marlin I had no clue what I was doing, but now know a little more. Here's the Marlin guide I took a LOT of knowledge away from.
[Consolidated Marlin Guide] (
To start, configure Marlin to your printer- whether its an Anet, Ender or otherwise custom printer is irrelevant in this article, as the only interaction that should be affecting the outcome will be between the board and the TFT.
## Hardware installation
The SKR E3 V3 has only one 10 pin LCD port. Plug it into the rightmost port on the TFT35, labeled EXP3.
Take your second 5 wire cable. The side without a single pin split goes into the TFT port labeled RS232. The other end goes into the SKR. Examine the back of your board, directly behind the TFT pinout on the top of the board. Look for the "RST" symbol. The single pin will go there, and the other 4 go into the pinouts next to it.

TFT port pinout
### Configuration.h
  • Once you get marlin configured how you like it, in the Configuration.h file, use Ctrl/Cmd+F to open the finder, then type "SERIAL_PORT". Here's how I had it set up to work for me.
#define SERIAL_PORT 2
#define BAUDRATE 115200
#define SERIAL_PORT_2 1#define BAUDRATE_2 115200
Serial_port Init should be set to 2, Serial_Port 2 should be set to 1. If this somehow doesn't work for you, play around with the serial port numbering. For some reason, Marlin won't let you use Serial port 0. I'm unsure as to why. Keep in mind- this may affect your ability to use USB/SD cards. I'm also unsure how using the SD/USB port on the TFT35 will go. If this happens, play around with your serial port settings as well.
  • From there, use the finder to look for #define CR10_STOCKDISPLAY. This will allow you to use Marlin Mode, should anything go wrong.
If you want to test this before you configure marlin and blow a few hours down the toilet, you should have no issues building a firmware.bin and making sure the touch mode interface works. HOWEVER- Make sure your motherboard line is #define MOTHERBOARD BOARD_BTT_SKR_MINI_E3_V3_0.
If I've forgotten anything here I'll come back and add it. I'm sure this post is full of inaccuracies and gaps in necessary information but I'm about as familiar and skilled as the people who need this article.
I hope I can help at least one person get up and running, since it took about 2 days of hair pulling to get this running.

SKR Mini E3 V3 Rigged together, but somehow still running

Temp readings

Marlin running on the TFT35 Touch mode
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2023.06.06 03:58 ThrowRA-Soloque My (27M) cheating wife (26F) has completely gone insane

Hello everyone,
Before you look through this, this is a follow up to my previous post:
I didn’t expect my post to reach that many people, but i’m very glad it did. I got a lot of advice from a lot of different people.
I went on her laptop a while ago, and found all the chat logs on her instagram with her AP (46M) and have printed them all out, pages upon pages, and have made binders to be sent to certain people. I have also kept one for my lawyer.
Wife has texted me threatening to kill me. I don’t know who I loved before, but this is not her. I don’t know this woman. She’s gone totally insane.
She has shown up to my door, at random times during the day banging and banging for minutes on end. I was scared at first, but I had the locks changed. I also own a few firearms, though I don’t plan on using any.
I got a video today from her of her cutting what I think was my name into herself. It was extremely hard for me to watch so I just forwarded it to her father. He lost his mind, calling me asking what I had done. When I explained, he calmed down and just told me to block her, which I have done.
Yesterday I was able to find the address of her AP, and I went in the middle of the day when he would be at work. His wife answered, and I handed her a binder of all the printouts. I couldn’t hold back my tears and told her what was going on. She started crying as she saw the pages. I told her I was so sorry she had to go through this, and that I hope she leaves this horrible man. Well he came banging on my door today, screaming bloody murder. I answered wearing a holster with my CCW In it, and that seemed to have him take a step back. He berated me, telling me what a horrible person I was for blowing up his marriage. That he won’t have a home to sleep in tonight, and how it is all my fault. I just laughed in his face, and said that if he ever came on my property again, especially to do what I think he was going to do before I showed that I was armed, that he would need a wheelchair or casket to leave in. I just slammed the door in his face after that.
As for my family, who completely took my wife’s side, they have gone radio silent after getting a binder of their own to read. At this point though, I could care less about them. It is evident who they cared about more.
I have no more information on my wife, I hope she gets help, but at this point I don’t care anymore. I’m completely physically and emotionally drained. I have taken two weeks from work after notifying the owner, and plan to sort out everything. I plan on filing for a divorce. Thank you to everyone who messaged me and gave me advice last time, I really appreciate it.
Is there anything I can do next?
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2023.06.06 03:58 JJ_Redditer Creating High Quality Audio

I recently decided to try and restart trying to make videos after a few years. I want to start by making gaming videos, specifically starting with Minecraft first, combining the content of the OG youtubers with the modern ones. I have a HyperX microphone and use OBS to record by screen, along with Adobe Audition to process the sound, all things used by big youtubers.
The Problem is I don't know how to make the sound high quality like the other youtubers I watch. I watched many tutorials on getting rid of background noise with methods like suppression, noise gate, compression, RTX noise, adobe audition, etc, but they all require a lot of factors to consider and settings to know that I can't understand despite hours of testing. And none of them make me sound like all the youtubers I watch like Camman18, Dream, DanTDM, MrBeast, Pewdiepie, ex. In all of their videos, you can't hear the background noises in their recorded videos, except for some very quiet clicks sometimes. All I end up hearing at the end is usually the noise gate closed when I'm not talking, but it picks up all sounds as I talk, thus if I talk and click, you can hear both. Some of the settings also make my voice sound muffled and don't pick up whispers.
Is there a common easy way of learning how to make my voice sound high quality like the youtubers I see talking and playing at the same time, or how many youtubers sound in their narrating voice when prerecorded? (MrBeast's background narration sounds different and more clear than when live talking in the video it's self) I already have a microphone, recording software, and editing programs common with many youtubers that have the audio quality I want. I just need to know how they all do it, note that when livestreaming, you can often hear more background noises, even with the same creators. I really just need to know how to get rid of background sounds in prerecorded videos on YouTube, similar to those seen all over the platform, even with less popular creators.
Please help me with this, I've been trying for days, and this has been a problem to start creating content for a few years.
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2023.06.06 03:58 user2327 Will insurance claims adjuster need to look in my attic?

Had a hail storm a few weeks ago. Lots of shingles were damaged from impacts. I've had it inspected by some roofers to get different bids. It's bad enough I will file a claim with my insurance. My question, when the insurance adjuster comes out will they need to look in the attic? Or, will they just look at the exterior and assess the claim that way? Trying to understand what to expect when the adjuster comes to meet with me and the roofer. Thanks,
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2023.06.06 03:57 Sensitive_One_1825 Sisters

I have a sister who is 10 years old than me. She and I are not close; in fact, when we were younger, I actively hated her. When we were children, she was horribly mean and violent. She assaulted me for the last time when I was 17 and she was 27, and I think she only stopped because it was the first time my father realized how violent she was to me. On that last assault, she gave me a bruise the size of an orange from punching me and broke my glasses. Prior to that, my mother would only tell her, "Keep your hands to yourself." and then she would talk to me about having compassion because my sister was "special."
It has been difficult to come to terms with this dynamic, but after watching her go through several psychiatric hospitalizations, I've found something akin to forgiveness. She's always struggled with dyslexia, and I"m convinced severe, untreated ADHD, depression, and bipolar disorder. She will go days without sleeping, and then do very strange things, which leads to her being hospitalized. She's probably emotionally about 18-19 years old. I don't think my parents knew what to do for her when she was younger, and as an adult, she just hasn't really attempted to do much for herself.
My parents are in the late 80's but still have to take care of most things for my sister. She finally moved out of my parents house when she was close to 30, but she can't or won't keep her own house clean, so my mother still cleans it for her. My father makes sure she files her income taxes and both my parents make sure she signs up for her insurance benefits during open enrollment. My dad drives her around and fixes her car and takes care of any problems she has with in her house, while my mom does her laundry and things like that. She also will call them at 0230 in the morning, in a screaming, crying panic because she can't find something, a piece of paper or her keys or something like that. But whatever, that's their prerogative to let her do that.
But now, my mother is in poor enough health that she can't manage to clean my sister's house on her own. So she is always asking me to come help her. I spent 5 days after christmas cleaning with my mother - the place was filthy. She has a small dog that had barfed and pooped everywhere and she just didn't clean it up. The smell was atrocious. There was dried cheese all over the floor in one of her rooms. There was toothpaste everywhere. I can't even describe it.
So according to my mother it's back to being just as filthy and she wants me to come help clean it again. I feel very resentful about it. I feel like I can't say no because my parents keep my 13-year-old company while I work. But I'm a nurse, my job is physically and emotionally demanding. I have trouble keeping my own damn house clean. So ... I feel very resentful, especially when my sister lies around in bed while my mom and I clean. I just don't want to give up one of my precious days off to do something for someone who seems so ... lazy.
It's just not sustainable for her to keep using my parents to handle everything for her, and my worst fear is that my mother is setting this up for her to expect me to step in to their place when my parents can't do it anymore. I feel so resentful towards my sister for being the way she is, even if she can't totally help it, and I feel so resentful towards my parents for creating and indulging this monster.
I don't want to be resentful towards my parents at this stage of their life. I strongly suspect that most of my sister's issue is a lot of weaponized incompetence because why should she do anything for herself if my parents will do it for her?
I guess I'm just venting, unless anyone has some suggestions. I'm already exhausted, thinking of dealing with her without my parents as a buffer for the rest of our lives.
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2023.06.06 03:57 Dyde21 M4F Mafia Boss with her eye on the bartender

Hello! I'm a 21+ M looking for a 21+ F for this one x one RP!
The basic premise I had was such:
The woman is the boss of a local crime/mafia/mob/gang and they primarily do their business out of the back of a barestaurant. My character is the bartender at the place, hoping to keep his head down and get through his days to finish up his degree and get out of there. He's vaguely aware of the shady side of things but keeps his hands clean of it all.
Your character would be the one who runs things, and for whatever reason, the bartender catches her eye. Could be a screw up, amusement, boredom etc. Plenty of space to tweak this as needed. I was figuring a bit of a slowburn romance. I'm not looking for anything too dark, so nothing too gritty or heavy with the themes. A modern setting, but this could also be adapted to a fantasy setting in a tavern etc. Would love to hear your thoughts or opinions!
Feel free to reach out and tell me what you were thinking for your character or any ideas you have. Again, 21+ for comfort's sake.
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2023.06.06 03:57 LordBloodrevan Anders I- Rising Sun (Open to King's Landing)

Anders Dayne

He had awoken bright and early at the first sign of the morning sun. The feel of the ocean underneath him kept him sleeping relatively easily even if King's Landing hardly slept. Anders Dayne threw on a tunic that he usually reserved for sparring and rough pants, had he not strapped his ancestral sword on his back, he might have been taken for someone who wasn't highborn.
Anders had found a local bakery, and the night before offered them double the cost for all of their food if they would sell it exclusively to him. There was no reason for them to decline, and so they didn't. The last thing he needed was a cart. He went to a local carpenter for that too.
"Hello, my good ser." Anders said upon entering the shop, ducking down slightly to avoid bashing his head on the tools that hung from the ceiling. "Do you happen to have a cart I can rent?"
"Rent? No. Sell? Yes." The man replied.
"I truly don't need it for longer than today. If you'd allow it, I'll give you a stag for your trouble and if any damage is inflicted on it I'll purchase it." Anders would counter.
"Hmm, alright." The man replied. "It's out back, locked up. Meet me there."
With a slight bow to show his appreciation as well as avoiding the sharp tools once more, he stepped out of the shop and headed towards the alley behind the shop, where indeed there was a cart. He noticed it was a handcart, not one meant to be pulled by a horse, that was fine by him.
"Perfect. I'll have it back to you by sundown." Anders replied with a smile, grabbing the large poles of wood that were intended to be handles and began pulling it back to the bakery.
When he arrived he began loading all of the bread and baked goods that he'd ordered onto the back of the cart. He was pleased to see quite a few meat pies alongside the breads. The people of Flea Bottom would need more than bread to satiate them.
When the cart was loaded, Anders once again began to pull it behind him, making the treacherous journey down into Flea Bottom. He received a few askew glances, and even noticed a few children dashing forward and grabbing something from the cart before running away. He simply chuckled at that.
There was a small courtyard he'd find after a few minutes of walking. It was there he parked the cart and sat on the edge of a fountain that could use a deep cleaning. The first person to approach was a young boy, no older than six. He was covered in dirt and had more than a few scrapes.
"Are you hungry?" Anders would ask.
The boy nodded quickly.
"Okay, come here." Anders smiled broadly. "Let's get you the best thing I have on here. I have a nice warm meat pie. Make sure you eat it here, or people may take it from you."
"If you don't mind, before you eat however." Anders reached back into his cart for a jug of water and a bolt of fabric he'd use as a towel. "Let's clean your hands up at least. I'd hate for this meal to taste of dirt."
The boy complied, allowing Anders to wash his hands and face. "Can I really have it milord?"
"Ser." Anders corrected gently. "You may, and I'd like you to tell every child you know to come get some as well. I'll be here all day."
The boy ate the pie next to Anders, who regaled him with stories of the Sword of the Morning descriptions of the Torrentine.
Before long, Anders would have nearly the entire courtyard full of children, all listening in awe as they chewed on their bread and meats with their freshly washed faces and hands.
Always be the knight you'd have looked up to. Rang his father's voice in his head. He missed him.
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2023.06.06 03:56 dbcstrunc They're throwing money away again exercising OTM options - this time with 4 months of time value still left!

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2023.06.06 03:56 LordNutterButter2 US - Chernarus - PC - DayZ Insanity- PVE/PVP Zones/Missions/Helis/parachutes New AI

Server Name: DayZ Insanity Midwest US (PC)
Server IP:
Location- Midwest
PVE/PVPzones/Missions/Creepy stuff
DayZ insanity is a Midwest server perfect for people looking for a middle point ping. Great for west coast players and East coast players to get together. Although not everyone is expected to live past the coastal highway. Our players wanted something a little more challenging but not out of the scope of DayZ lore. We at DayZ insanity do our best to provide it. You start out with a custom load out. Looting and crafting is a must if you want to survive. There is a large variety of items to scrounge but we are not boosted. We have extra recipes for making your own repair kits, leather clothes and more.
DayZ insanity uses airdrops, missions, and DNA keycards to creat an ongoing treasure hunt to keep you busy. Customized traders, helicopters that fly smooth, a big list of area appropriate cars, and deadly PVE encounters to keep you fully involved. Base enhancements like R22R base fortifications, building fortifications mod and BoomLays craftables and things to furnish it. That’s just the beginning of our PVE with PVP zones server.
New server AI!!!
-Mod List-
Mods * RemoteDoors * Ammo Making * Survivor Animations * Dayz_Insanity_Server * Airdrop-Upgraded * PVEZ Reloaded * Bed-Respawning * Building Fortifications * The Complete Ghillie Pack * RUSForma_vehicles * Community Framework * PvZmoD The Dark Horde * Lightsword * PvZmoD Customisable Zombies * AdvancedBanking * Trader Mod * DNA Keycards * WindstrideClothing * Helicopter Mod * Admirals Parachute Mod * Stalker Snork * RaG_Viking_Pack * LIGHTS * Ear Plugs * Tactical Flava * DayZ Dog * Mask Models * Animals_Upgrades_Brutal * AJs Creatures * BoomLay's Things * COCAs_NoVehicleDamageMOD * CodeLock * CannabisPlus * R22R_Mechanics_PUBLIC * R22R_Base_Fortifications * Basic Territories * MuchCarKey * Doc's Car Fixes * FlipTransport * dbo_grip * dbo_surfaces * CJ187-RandomFuelpumps * SchanaModParty * ArmA 2 Props Pack * VPPAdminTools * AmmoMakingSDump * CJ187_Public
DayZ Insanity server pack
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