Seeking Open-Minded Friends!

Hi, again! It's Tim.
I am interested in seeing if I can find some new friends who are chill and blunt. Anyone whom is available to hangout throughout the week via text/call? My availability is rather open since I'm free most days. Always near my phone or online on discord to chat! Anyone is Welcome! LGBTQ friendly, Any Pronouns as well. 21+ Bonus points if a GameGoth

Little about me?

PC/Switch 24 years old He/him, Male East Standard Time - NYC Likes - Role Play, Cooking, Videogames, and Horror Movies. Dislikes - Judgement, Scent of Lavender, and Baking. _More Info on Profile_
I really enjoy everything in the genre of horror. Especially, in movies/tv shows. I love all the Wes Craven productions. Always frightened me during my childhood years. I've grown to love the iconic movie villain that we all love. "Freddy Krueger" https://imgur.com/t/freddy_kruegeOGmU257 If you want, we can hangout and watch some horror movies! Always down for a few. Or we can play some games!
^Send me a chat request if anyone is interested^

Hey there,
is there, by chance, anyone living near Northbrook/Chicago or Glendale/Phoenix that could imagine picking up a lovely Build-A-Bear plushie and shipping it afterwards to me to Germany?
Feel free to contact me to discuss the details.
Thanks so much in advance.

For context, he lives with his grandmother and has autism, bipolar and many other illnesses. And this is my first ever serious relationship. He lives in the north, I live in the south (of the US)
Yesterday, he went to check on his hispanic grandmother (since she's had some injuries over time, he's really the only one that ever checks on her, he lives with almost 10 other family members.) and she told him that he had to go clean the kitchen and she told him as he went to pick a trash bag up, "Stop putting yourself down like that, you're not weak. You play video games and have a girlfriend." He nearly yelled at her, "That's not the same thing, that's because I'm a man!" I was silent as I didnt want to interrupt them talking until that point.
After I let him try to calm down, (I have trauma with confrontations so I just try to calm people down the best I can) he says that hes still pissed. "I know I'm not strong. I'll never be strong." As hes says this, I'm thinking to myself, "You might not think you are, but I fully believe that you are." I really want to tell him that he really is strong more than he really knows, but I dont know if it would really sink in as I am hoping it will.
I've been in therapy for having the same outlook on myself for the past few years, I havent been in therapy for 2yrs, he hasnt since he graduated HS. He's told me that hes only gone to group therapy and it never really worked for him.
We plan to meet in May after my college semester ends for the summer. He says that he wants to take me out to so many places, (he never leaves his room and rarely the house) just knowing that he wants to do that, shows me that hes wanting to get out of his comfort zone for me and I dont think he knows how strong that he really is.
Any advice that I could approach him about this? We really love each other and I really wish for him to feel better about himself over time. He's always there for me and helps me calm down when I'm depressed, but it seems that when I try, he's always more down on himself and I dont know how to go about getting him out of the funk he gets in. He always tells me that just being there helps him but I always want to try to help him more.

Hi LFG! I have been creating a world for nearly 4 years with a custom game system that is made by me and the players, with features taken from Pathfinder 2e and some DnD 5e. Currently we have 4 players (All from LFG and are amazing!) but one player may have to leave because of life changes, we would like to have 5 total. Im a very descriptive DM and focus on the fun of the players / party overall, I want you to leave the session feeling like you were awesome and had a blast. Of course there will be emotional moments and things that happen that will be difficult but the goal is for you, the player, to have fun! Below is a summary of the world overview and some of the game mechanics that have been changed, there are still several more things to go over but if you feel you would be a good fit, fill out the application (Link at the bottom) for a chance to get in!
Before all that fun jazz, a little about me and the process. Im a family man with a full time job, (25M) and have 2 kids at home. All sessions will be later in the evening after they go to bed so I can DM without distraction. Critical Role has been a major inspiration and I have finished the first campaign (Yes, all 400 hours) and watched the animated series (You should watch it) just as a start of what you guys might see where I get my inspiration from. Ive DMed for many years, but after losing most of my friends to adulthood, Ive not had a running campaign in a few months and really want to get back into it. I try to keep things lighthearted and fun, but also with plenty of drama and seriousness.
If accepted, you will go through a voice call interview with me to get to know each other better and answer all your questions about the world and game. After that, you will be invited to the discord server where you can start to get to know the rest of the players and maybe play some party games (Jackbox, video games (we play on a modded minecraft server and other games for fun), etc) to really get to know everyone. Then, we will do a backstory session, or session 0. You will roleplay and live as close as possible to why your character became who they are now. Each player has gone through their backstory and there will be awesome lore to discover that will effect the world and party.
Here is the world overview:
In a world filled with magic and mystery, there lies a realm overflowing more than just that. Atop a massive 500 ft tall shelf of water lies islands of all sizes and shapes. The shelf is the edge of discovery, for all those to take the ride off its precarious brim have never returned. Hundreds of islands dot the shimmering water inside the shelf, some abundant with vegetation and discovery. Others with walls protecting immense cities with all different cultures and creatures.
Game Mechanics:
Basically, there is changes to inventory, pets, armor and weapons, magic and the ability to hire/have "help" by running an NPC to fight for you. There is also rules built for money making options passively. Inventory is based on slots, simply 4 categories that define the different slots. R = regular. L = large. U = utilities. B = big item, such as chests or weapons of war You can have pets anytime, Armor is completely modular, and depending on the material you will receive bonuses or negatives to your overall AC. Weapons deal specific damage based on the material and each one operates differently. Magic is a mana system, instead of spell slots Initiative is also changed to be by Team. The players will go then the bad guys, etc. It moves faster and allows for players to not take a "turn" without feeling they are left out. You will see a mix of different features plus the extra stuff i have changed.
Magic is an expensive and hard skill to learn. So you should have a reason that you should know it for backstory reasons. And spells that are cast require a "Conduit". You will have a wand or a staff for each spell cast above level 0. You can cast 0 level spells at any time without a want/staff. But each wand or staff you find will have a specific range of effective spells it can cast safely. Meaning, you can find a wand that uses level 1 to 3. If you cast level 4 you could have the magic backfire on you because its too powerful. Staffs are for higher level and you would have both depending on the situation.
These are just some of the changes made to make the game more alive, and they are all well documented and you will have access to the rule book with unlimited questions!
Here is the application link, hope to see you at the (virtual) table! https://forms.office.com/6fD5NmHZ9a

My gf and I live in the UK and have been together for 2 years. Last year we went on our first holiday abroad together and it was really fun. Before the holiday we had different ideas of the type of holiday we'd like. I preferred more city holiday where we could have a look around somewhere but my gf preferred beach holiday where we do nothing and just relax. I didn't like the idea of this since I don't see the point of going abroad just to relax it seems like a waste of money to me when you can do it at home. We compromised slightly and went to a city with a beach but still spent some time looking around. When we got back my gf admitted a city break will be better and she's starting to see beach holidays as boring.
Since November we've been planning our holiday for this summer. The plan was to travel to 3 cities and spend 10 days exploring what the cities have to offer. We picked one city each and then decided on the third one together. We'd picked really cheap places so I'd set a low budget for it since I'm focusing on increasing my savings. We were supposed to book everything last weekend but when it came to it my gf just said no we're not doing that I'd prefer a relaxing holiday near a beach and started looking at beach resorts. I asked her what was going on since we'd had this planned for months and she just said she'd changed her mind. I told her decisions like this we need to discuss and she just didn't respond. I pointed out the trips she was looking at were too expensive anyway since I'm not willing to increase my budget for the trip.
Anytime I tried to compromise and suggest somewhere else she'd just say no without even looking. She kept showing me places that just looked so boring for me since I don't see the appeal in paying a lot of money to just do nothing for a week. I ended up just stopping looking at the places she'd picked and she asked if I was angry. I told her yeah I as since she let me get excited for a trip that it's clear now she had no intention of going on and now expects me to just be fine with somewhere she picks. I pointed out it's supposed to be a joint decision yet she seems to think it should be her picking it. She just walked out and said fine looks like we're not going away then.
Later in the night she said I was being unfair and she was only trying to find a nice holiday for us. I mentioned that we'd had a nice holiday planned that we both agreed to and now she's just trying to find one for herself and expecting me to just agree when she knows my thoughts on the type of holidays she's suggesting. I said if we actually want to go away we need to find a compromise since there's no way I'm spending a week just laying by a pool or on beach and she clearly doesn't want to actually look around anywhere for the full holiday and she just said if we go away it has to be a relaxing holiday. Does anyone have any advice on how to handle this since I've tried to compromise by looking at other places but it hasn't gotten me anywhere?
tl;dr my and my gf had a nice holiday planned then when it came time to pay for everything she cancelled and decided she's look for a different type of holiday instead despite me saying that type of holiday does not appeal to me and refuses to compromise. Does anyone have any advice?
edit: I posted this earlier but it got removed for being too vague/unclear on what I was asking so I added details and reposted

I was hoping the sub could help with me 44M trying to find a new marathon shoe. I am due to run the Queenstown Marathon in November this is 30% road 70% hard packed trail. This will be my second marathon and previous marathon was 100% road and I used Adidas Adios Pro 3 which was really good apart from lace bite near the end of the race. My time was 3:36. I have narrow feet and slightly pronate but fine with neutral shoes. I am 65kg I dont I get much benefit out of super soft shoes so looking something with medium cushioning, comfort but also a bit fast.
I am currently thinking about Puma Deviate Nitro Elita 2 due to the outsole as dont think the Adidas will work on 70% trail.
Any other suggestions or advice?

My rating is ~1900 on chess*com and just recently joined a club to play some OTB chess, I've been using the danish gambit but I'm looking to change my repertoire a little. Does anyone have good recommendations for a e4 opening that is sharp and have lots of theory for me to sink my teeth in ?

Me (M/18) celebrated my 18th birthday this weekend with several friends - one of them being my best friend F/17. Saturday we went to a club and I slept at her space where she came me kinda close-ish but since we both drank abit I thought it was nothing. But on sunday we went to eat at the restaurant I work at (me, her and 5 more friends). So we finished our food and I told her that she doesn't have to drive me home since it's on the other side of town and pretty far from where she lives but she insisted that she brings me saying she doesn't wanna drive alone. So we came there like 30min later and I told her thank you for the weekend and the nice time together and we hugged. The hug was pretty long and I was already thinking that that's strange and when we finished she said „I can't take it any longer." and kissed me. I was so shocked that I just didn't move. Now I'm very confused since I broke up with my girlfriend of 2 1/2 years just about two months ago and I am just not sure what to do since I don't want to risk our relationship but on the other side I really really like her. Please send some Advice! (This is my first post so please don't hate on the way I wrote it since englsih isn't my mothertongue too)

“911, what is your emergency?” I said, answering on the first ring. It had been a slow day up to that point, but that was all about to change in a moment.
“I just saw something bad,” a hysterical female voice cried on the other end of the line. “My neighbor, she’s outside, and she’s bleeding…”
“Bleeding from where?” I said.
“Everywhere!” she screamed. I tried to get her address, but she was so hysterical that she kept yelling for help. Eventually, she calmed down enough to give me her street. I heard new voices in the background, all shrieking.
“We have a unit on the way,” I said. “Just stay on the line with me. It’s going to be OK.”
“No,” she whispered, barely audible over the screaming in the background, “it isn’t.”
***
A few minutes later, I was in the break room, getting a coffee, trying to stop my hands from shaking. I was hyperventilating, full of an incomprehensible terror and anxiety that I had never felt on this job before. Before the call had cut out, it sounded like a street full of rabid people had surrounded the caller’s house. Then the radio came on from the police unit that had been first to arrive at the scene.
“Dispatch, you there? This is Shea.” I heard the voice of Trooper Shea crackling. I immediately picked up on the back-up unit we kept in the break room.
“This is dispatch,” I said. “What’s going on?”
“I came down Kansas Street from Union Road, and it’s totally empty except for a few bloodstains. Were you able to get the house number of the caller?” he asked.
“Negative on that,” I said. “Do you see any broken glass or smashed down doors? It sounded like pure hell at the end of the call. She claimed she was being attacked by her neighbors.” Trooper Shea consulted with his partner on the street for a moment before responding.
“We just heard screaming and glass shattering. It sounded like it came from number 67 on Kansas Street. Send back-up.” I ran back to the main room. We had a new system that could livestream 911 calls directly to the cars of police in the area, as well as livestream audio from the car back to dispatch. I turned it on, entering the number of Trooper Shea’s patrol car and listened intently.
“Come out with your hands up!” I heard Shea’s partner yell. Shea gasped.
“Oh God, she needs medical attention,” he said. “She’s got blood coming out of her eyes, her ears, her nose… and vomiting blood. What do you think she has?”
“Ma’am, stop right there!” Trooper Shea yelled. “Do not come closer!” Then I heard a rash of swearing and yelling followed by a gunshot. I dropped my coffee cup on the floor, hearing it shatter and spread burning hot liquid across my shoes, but I was so engrossed and horrified by what I was hearing that I barely noticed.
“Oh God, she bit me!” Shea’s partner said. “She bit my fucking thumb off!” I heard another series of gunshots, then the slamming of car doors.
“Go, go, go!” one of them said, and I heard the squealing of tires.
“Oh, fuck, what is that?” Shea said, then his voice came in over the radio. “Dispatch, this is Shea, and we have a major obstruction blocking the intersection of Kansas and Main. It looks like… I know this is going to sound batshit insane, but it looks like a pile of bodies. Literally hundreds of them, stacked on top of each other like firewood. Maybe they’re just mannequins, I don’t know, but most of them look like they’re bleeding. We need back-up immediately, and emergency medical services as well. Trooper Ingraham lost a finger when we got surrounded by a dozen drugged-up or sick lunatics back there. One of them bit me on the damn calf through my uniform, but I don’t think it will require medical attention. They were biting, scratching and hissing like snakes… there’s something wrong here, I’m telling you.”
“This is dispatch,” I said, “and back-up is on the way.” I wanted to tell him to get the hell out of there, drive the other way, but I wasn’t a cop. I had no authority to do any such thing. They would likely think it was their primary duty to secure and protect the scene until other police arrived.
My shift was about to end in a few minutes when this insanity began, and my replacement walked in just as I hung up the radio. She looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
“You are not going to believe this,” I told her, and briefed her on everything that was happening. Her mouth opened more and more as I recounted the story, her eyes widening in horror. And by the end, I still hadn’t heard from Trooper Shea or his back-up. I was having anxiety and just wanted to get out of there. My family lived nearby, and if there was some sort of crime spree or pandemic happening, I wanted to be home to protect them. My son was only seven-years-old, and I knew he couldn’t protect himself in such an apocalyptic calamity as was occurring in our little town.
As she sat down in the dispatcher’s chair, another 911 call came in, and I took the opportunity to get my stuff and head out of there.
I had only a five-minute drive back home. My knuckles were white as I sped down the residential streets at thirty miles over the speed limit. Traffic was sparse, and I saw nothing out of place.
Until I turned onto my street, that is. My neighbor was an elderly man whose six-year-old granddaughter lived with him. Both of them were standing in the middle of the road, staring up at the sun, their mouths open. I saw long knives in each of their right hands.
I slammed on the brakes a few feet away from them, but they didn’t stir. I tried honking my horn, but they just kept staring up at the sky, without any awareness.
As I looked down from their faces, I realized they were both viciously sawing at their bodies, opening up shallow slice after shallow slice. A waterfall of blood began to run down their skin, soaking into the pavement. I nearly threw up in disgust. I backed up, driving on my neighbor’s lawn to get around them, putting down the window to yell as I passed by.
“What the hell are you doing, Mr. James?” I screamed at him. “Stop this now!” I wondered whether I should jump out and try to stop them, but with their current mental states, I felt they might be just as liable to stab me as not if I got out.
Suddenly Mr. James’ eyes came down, focusing directly on mine, and the knives stopped moving. The little girl grinned at me, waving the blood-soaked butcher knife back and forth, sending droplets of crimson spraying on my car and on her dress.
“It’s… she’s telling me to cut myself, to let the viruses in,” Mr. James said, and his granddaughter stared straight ahead like a doll. It was as if they felt no pain. I saw the blood-covered tendons and muscles of their legs, stomachs and chests as they stood there, slicing deeper and faster, wavering like trees in a hurricane. Mr. James fell to the ground, blood continuously pouring out of him, and his granddaughter pointed behind me, nearly tripping, her head lolling from side to side as her lips started to turn a light blue, probably from the constant blood loss and impending physical collapse.
“She’s here for you, too,” she said. “She wants to play with you. She wants you to open up and let the viruses slide in… they look for the soft, warm spots. They’re so cold. Open it up and let them in, and you’ll never be sad again.” Slowly, I turned, seeing the corpse of a girl standing there next to a tree in my neighbor’s backyard. Her skin was bleached-white, and her mouth was sewn shut, ugly black stitches marring her cyanotic, purplish lips. Her stringy black hair hung down past her shoulders, framing her face as she stared directly at me. Her eyes were milky white, like cataracts, and I saw countless maggots wriggling throughout her body, eating away at the skin of her arms and legs.
“Do you feel the wetness of their tongues? The dead ones just want in,” her voice rang out in my head, distorted and demonic and low. Her lips never moved, and her eyes never moved. The corpse girl just continued to stare in my direction. I felt hypnotized, sitting there in my car. Then I felt them- cold tongues that drew across my back and chest. The car filled with the smell of sulfur and decay. Then my vision began to turn black, as her voice took over my mind, and I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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“Dad?” I felt little hands pushing on my chest. I opened one eye groggily, forgetting where I was for a few moments. Then I shot up in my seat, adrenaline coursing through my body as I looked around for the corpse girl. “She’s gone, dad. I got rid of her- for now.” I looked down at him, amazed.
“Anthony,” I whispered, looking at him. My head throbbed painfully. “How did you get rid of that thing?” I asked. He shrugged.
“I can do weird stuff sometimes,” he said. “Like during my birthday party last year.” I remembered the birthday party clearly. We had a clown who juggled and cartwheeled and did all sorts of tricks for my son and his friends. My son said he could juggle too, and he wanted to show the clown.
He had run into the house, grabbed a few of our knives and started throwing them up in the air. They seemed to slow down as they rose, floating slowly over his head. They fell as if through water, and Anthony grabbed them easily and threw them back up in the air.
“How is he doing that?” the clown had asked me, breaking character. I had no idea, and simply stood there, speechless. Then I yelled his name, and the knives had all clattered to the lawn.
“She was strong, and I felt her mind. It was so cold, like an icicle going into my head, but I kept her back by building a wall-” he pointed to the backyard where the corpse of the girl had stood- “and kept her there, dad.” I realized he was not talking about a physical wall, but some sort of mental wall that he made in his mind. I nodded.
“She was trying to take you. I could feel the words that came out of her head and into yours. I heard everything she was saying. And she was showing me things. Really bad, really scary things from where she comes from. She told me that, in her home, all the roads are paved with bones of kids like myself, and that the girls like her have their mouths sewn shut, so that they never have to rely on using their mouths to speak. They use their brains somehow. The whole place is run by an insane god who lies by this silver stream. She showed me the god, and I felt it looking at me. It was like insects were looking at me, like insects with huge brains and big, dark, scary eyes.” He shuddered. “What kind of god is that, dad?”
“A god we never want to meet, that’s for sure,” I said, tousling his hair, trying to get him to smile. “The god that we believe in is eternal love and light. Whatever that little girl worships, it isn’t God.” Anthony’s eyes continued to look blankly ahead as he recalled what the eldritch girl had shown him. Then they looked up at me sharply.
“I don’t understand that stuff about viruses that she was saying. What’s going on? Are we going to be sick?” he asked, looking so little and helpless in his tiny windbreaker and jeans.
“I don’t know what she was talking about, but we need to get out of here right now. I’m sure we will be fine if we can just get past the borders of the town- at least, I think so. And I also think some sort of biological outbreak is causing people to go insane…”
As if on cue, a car sped past, fire leaping out of the shattered windows. I smelled burning rubber, hot metal and roasting meat, a disgusting combination of aromas that the nightmarish scene left in its wake. The driver hit a tree, flying through the windshield and smashing his burned body into the trunk at an incredible speed. I saw by the awkward angle of his neck that he was either dead or dying. He looked like a bird who had flown into a window, the neck snapped and the head lolling weakly at a 45 degree angle on a totally broken spine. I turned to look at him sharply. “Where’s your mother?”
“In the house,” he said. I took the keys out of the ignition, grabbing Anthony’s small hand and running towards our home of ten years. I kept looking left and right for the corpse girl, but she hadn’t reappeared yet. I wondered if Anthony truly was so powerful that he could scare her away for good. I seriously doubted it. I had a feeling she was biding her time, and probably watching us at this very moment. The thought sent chills down my spine.
As I walked into the entranceway, I started yelling her name, trying to get out of here as soon as possible.
“Margaret?” I screamed. Anthony was next to me, screaming, “Mom! Where are you?” I led him to the kitchen first, where I grabbed a butcher knife, and gave Anthony a smaller but still very sharp knife from the kitchen drawer.
“Don’t stab yourself by accident with it, kiddo,” I said. “Only use it as a last resort.” He nodded. “I wish I had guns here, but we…” At that moment, my words were cut off by a wailing, pain-filled shrieking from upstairs. I took Anthony’s hand, unwilling to be separated from him for any reason now, and kicked open the master bedroom door.
There, I saw our priest, Father Lanagan, with a pistol to my wife’s head. He was very clearly sick, bleeding from his eyes and nose, a waterfall of gore spilling out of his heaving, gasping mouth. I put my hands up.
“Father Lanagan,” I said loudly and simply. “Put down the gun. You’re sick.” He just breathed louder and faster, his gray eyes beginning to film over with milky, blood-smeared cataracts. He reminded me more and more of the corpse girl. Even his stare was similar- an almost reptilian, sadistic glower that looked down on everything and everyone around.
I took a step forward. All of his attention was focused on me. His gun hand shook hard.
“Look, Father, you aren’t like this,” I said. “You can…” But I never got to finish my sentence. At that moment, my son, small and brave, ran through the alternate door to the master bedroom, his small knife raised above his head like a tiny Amazonian warrior.
“Let go of my mommy!” Anthony said, plunging the knife into Father Lanagan’s stomach. The priest howled in pain, and I ran forward, grabbing his gun hand just as he was aiming at my son. I pushed it up with all of my strength, and the shot went high, blowing apart a dresser drawer. I took the knife and shoved it directly through his right eye. His other eye widened in surprise, the bloody tears coming faster for a moment, then he slumped to the floor. My heart racing, I grabbed the gun out of his hand, making sure it wasn’t pointed at my son or wife in case he had the strength to pull the trigger one last time.
And, as it turns out, he did. The last shot went through the window, the tinkling of glass mixing with the ringing in my ears from the gunshots at such a close distance, and then I had the revolver out of his hand, putting it in my back pocket, sighing.
“Let’s get out of this madhouse of a town,” I said to my wife. She just cried and hugged me, putting her face against my shoulder for a few moments. Then we ran outside, grabbing some bottled water and canned foods on the way and throwing them in a plastic bag.
I drove out of there as fast as I could, quickly entering the fields and woods at the edge of town. But just as I was about to cross over into the next town, I found that the road was blocked.
Dozens of bodies were stacked one on top of another, across the road and the sides of the road. There was no possible way around them. Half of them were naked or wearing torn rags, and some of them still twitched and moaned. They were all crying blood, vomiting gore that ran down the group. I pulled over, putting my head against the steering wheel and crying.
I tried calling for help, but no phone calls would connect. The internet still worked, so I wrote up what had happened. In case my family and I don’t make it out of here, I wanted someone to know what really happened in my town.
Sighing in frustration and despair, grabbing the revolver and handing the butcher knife to my wife, we all got out of the car and started walking.

To summarize, I had all 3 classes to level 25 prior to logging off the first night and gained legendary affixes to test a few builds for each. I killed the world boss as barrage rogue, twisted blades rogue, and chain lightning wizard. I am well aware this is a beta and that classes will change significantly when pushing towards end-game.
Overall Gameplay
Pros

• Visuals and audio were incredible in every aspect.
• Most legendary effects are impactful enough to be interesting but not crazily overpowered where we feel useless without them.
• Bosses in general were very fun and engaging, until I got to the end where I over-geared them and could face-tank everything (no idea if the difficulty scaling will keep them interesting).
• Salvage/sell balance is actually interesting and lets me work towards specific goals.
• Rares being useful is awesome! To add on this, the extended traits compared to D3 is also incredible and it adds so much more gearing opportunity.
• Legendries being slot-limited makes a ton of sense and creates build diversity that isn't just "slap every multiplier for X ability on every piece of gear".

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Cons

• Way too few spenders. By far my biggest complaint. See rant at bottom.
• The talent tree has too many "obvious" choices that will result in some talents never being chosen.
• The skill talent upgrade immediately after the talent is required to go into the next nodes. Feels like it could just be wrapped into the skill itself and a mini-tree could be added for each skill to make it more interesting.
• Unprepared players (level 12's) leeching world boss kills (or trying to and causing a group of people to fail). To extend on this, the world boss was incredible and I would love to see a form of end-game with bosses like this to tackle with your group.
• Classes having different item slots to have more/less legendary affixes seems like a tuning nightmare. I wouldn't be surprised if barb will be forever top tier simply because it has two 100% offensive aspect slots and an additional two 50% as well.
• Energy/mana/rage bar was a ping-pong window the entire time. With all the traits that regen resources and the high cost of abilities, it was a wild ride.

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Classes
Rogue - My favorite class in the beta.
Pros

• Shadow infusion.... Such a simple spell that is way too awesome for it's own good.
• The quickness, agility and mobility of this class were a ton of fun to play with and it felt incredibly fluid (excluding xbows)
• Both melee and ranged builds were viable.
• Awesome at applying vulnerability so will be a strong team player.
• Defensives are based around having good positioning and "oh shit" moments which gives an incredible feel to the "agile and quick" class.

Cons

• xbows were tediously slow, especially when running combo points. This could be remedied by the legendaries with +attack speed or +basic attack speed though.
• While I like inner sight in general, and the "target an individual with a mark" is a cool mechanic, it became absolutely broken on a single target fight where rogues just have infinite energy. Combine this with twisting blades CDR and you have a rogue with infinite CDR and infinite energy.

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Sorc
Pros

• The specialization for sorc is awesome! It really opens up a ton of build diversity through these enhancements.
• Build diversity between summons and direct attacks.
• Chain lightning being able to bounce to the player is just incredible. That ability would be useless without this feature.
• Unstable currents (lightning ultimate) is one of the coolest abilities in the game IMO.
• Great amounts of CC for group play.

Cons

• Some rough tuning on some of the spenders. They had some awesome spells, but just were never worth using because they were outclassed by others in every way.
• Less of a con, more of a worry. There might be a frost builds, fire builds, and lightning builds, but I don't think we will see many builds with multiple elements included. This obviously excludes abilities like ice armor and what not.

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Barb - huehuehue bArB iS tRaSh xDxDxD.. Just kidding, barb is awesome if you spend some time learning the skill tree
Pros

• Lots of build diversity. I saw people ranting and raving about just about every spender they have.
• The build-up to some huge and meaty upheavals was awesome!
• So many offensive legendary slots!

Cons

• In general, it felt kind of clunky and slow. I realize that the point of the barb is to be this mighty warrior with meaty attacks (which it sure does have) but it felt too slow for me personally.
• Relating to the above bullet, clicking an enemy with Death Blow, and the enemy simply side-stepping because it takes forever to cast is quite annoying.
• Shouts and effects in general last a very very short period. Combine that with the overall slowness of the class and it just feels off.

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Ok, now it's time for the rant. Specifically, I believe that the only major negative in the D4 beta is the current state of the skill trees.

1. "Illusion of choice" with spenders in general. Barrage and rapid fire are nearly identical for example. The only difference is that one shoots in a line while the other shoots in a spread.
2. "Illusion of choice" with modifier talents. Improved Barrage makes the third cast of barrage cause vulnerability, but rogues have so many ways to apply it already that it's essentially useless.
3. I'm all for a cost to respec, but it's rather annoying if I'm experimenting with where I should place nodes and EVERY SINGLE TIME I right click, it's 110 gold. I'd prefer to be able to mess around freely in the tree, and click "save" for a cost determined on the number of nodes moved. Similarly, if I want to trade out all of my talents for my basic skill, I might need to remove talents in my ultimate tree to even be able to move nodes around for my basic skills (easily remedied by allowing negative talent points in the display with the "save" button suggested earlier, but not allowing the save if the number is negative).
4. Using Diablo 3 as a comparison, I have the following spenders available to me: strafe, multishot, cluster arrow, impale, rapid fire, chakram, elemental arrow, and spike trap. I'm going to be honest, and say while each ability has 5 rune options, only 3 are really ever viable, so that gives me a total number of 24 "relatively" unique abilities that I can create builds around (throwback to the Azmodan nether tentacles days anyone?). Whereas in Diablo 4 I have Barrage, Rapid Fire, Penetrating Shot, Flurry, and Twisting Blades, each with only two options behind them giving me a total of 10 "relatively" unique abilities. It's 2023 and turbo nerds are always going to create and follow metas, but by limiting players to only 10 spending abilities Blizz is heavily limiting build diversity imo.

All in all, I think D4 will be a fun game for hundreds of hours of content, especially since they have their monetization engine going and seasons should be more than "double treasure goblins". I just want to have the opportunity to find crazy build combos deep in the season that combines certain talents with certain legendaries to create awesome builds, but I have a feeling the "meta" will be discovered within a couple of days and that's what everyone will do.

Attending Loyola University Chicago sucks. Yes, they have a good basketball team (except not this year). Yes, the view of the lake is good. Yes, you are technically in the city of Chicago, although Rogers Park is so north that you will feel disconnected from real "city life". And yes, the professors are pretty good (for the most part, unless you are a freshman). Unfortunately, that’s about it. The people, for the most part, are entitled, pampered, rich kids from the suburbs of Illinois or butt**** nowhere Nebraska that all, for the most part, went to private high school and are continuing that in college. The average tuition (60K a year) seems to go nowhere because the buildings are rundown/molding, the food is either raw or burnt, and the classes are outdated. Not very many aspects of “the college experience” are found at Loyola, so if you want that, you should look elsewhere. Greek houses? Nah, but you can pay to join a sorority or frat that are basically clubs. Parties? Nah, but you can pay $20+ covers to maybe get into clubs downtown, only to have each drink cost $15. If you are religious, this school will probably fit most of your needs. If not, you will be bombarded by advertisements for Campus Ministry and the 360 Retreat. Attending Loyola is one of my biggest regrets and is overall a waste of money and time. Go to a state school or somewhere cheaper and you will find a more peaceful, organized, and relaxing environment where you aren’t surrounded by kids that have never done their own laundry and you don’t have to deal with the hideous organization that is Loyola. I am transferring out after this semester (I'm a freshman) because everything about this school has shown me how it is not the right place for me.

I’m in my early 20s and my mom is in the hospice stage of her pancreatic cancer fight. I want to move across the country but don’t know if I can leave my dad, as my sister doesn’t live near home either and my dad will be the only one of our immediate family still living in this house after my mom passes. We have cousins/aunts/grandmas in the area, but he’d be in the house alone. My parents are both in their mid 50s and I’m not sure I can just move after my mom passes. It feels like I’d be bailing on him. Any advice? I really want to move as there’s nothing really for me here, but just don’t know if I can. Thanks

Hey guys!

Sooo, I work at a store at the mall that just opened in November. Months passed by there was a coworker (24F) who all of us hated was leaving, and there were three of us closing that night and we were in the corner talking about how a guy (23M) in the jewellery store across from our store asked her out and how it was cringy. I looked at him thinking he was a weird person to ask the co worker out how was really rude to us. Anyways later in the night I noticed he started looking and or staring at me (20F) from across the store.
Days passed by and all of us made a nickname for him, Spongebob. Spongebob really started to stare at me and I thought it was funny to look back and hide behind the mannequins when he would look LOL.
On Saturday, he was checking himself out in the mirror and me and my co worker was looking at him and seeing what is he doing and somehow he knew we were looking at him and he looked at us and smiled. The second encounter was when I went on break (was not in the store), and my coworker told me that he almost came in our store but looked inside from the entrance and went back, she thought he was finding me. Another encounter was when I was looking at a shirt at my store and saw it had holes in it for running, sooo my co worker was standing near the cash register and he was behind her at his store but could see me. I looked through the shirt to see her for fun to make her laugh but somehow he saw me and smiled and made a little chuckle.
I don't know why he does that, but many of my friends or co workers or managers said that I should make the move and say hi but I don't want to LOLOL. What does this mean and why is he doing this LOL.

I plan to pass out brochures for nearest STI testing centers at the club. The idea is to promote STI screening and sexual health awareness.
In addition, I want to pass out a wrist band or something if the person says they've been tested recently. My hope is it would cause others to ask what's the wrist band for. And this would, hopefully, spread word of mouth.
But I'm concerned about someone misconstruing another as a "risk-free" partner or something backfiring on me.
Can I count on people to use common sense or am I setting myself up for trouble?

I'm looking for someone to play as human (princess, singer, etc)! Possibly having this human woman into a mermaid at some point? In this rp, I would be the merman who would be curious about the human world but instead of gaining legs and walking on land, maybe the human counterpart decides to explore the sea with him? Will her identity be revealed? Will she decided to stay in the ocean forever? Or will she convince the young merman to go see her world? I am more than happy to discuss about the character! Any who, I will talk more about the plot once our characters are finalized but you should get to know me first! Hi, my name is ZOD and I am 22 years old! I do have dyslexia so I do not understand my writing, I am happy to communicate and fix any problem! But to add on for what I am looking writing wise: 3rd person and at least 2 para or more! Plus please be 18+!
And here’s a writing example!
It was a late night for the ships but this was a special occasion! It was Cole’s birthday! Cole was old enough to run his own kingdom and his palace was nearly complete! It was perfect time celebrate on the sea since Cole was fascinated by myth of King Triton, a king merman ruled over a kingdom full of merpeople. Yet on the boat, the night was just getting started as people began to pull out the alcohol and the gifts that was given out of appreciation of being one of the best prince. Cole was sterling the ship as they were more to sea. “Alright crew! You may set off the fireworks and let the party begin!” He yelled to them as the crew began to set off fireworks in the sky, letting the sky light up in bright colors. Which soon began to drink and dance to the music was provided by Cole. He laughed as he danced around like a fool along with some of his closes members who have worked with for ages now. Yet what bother him was the lack of being high alert. Partying is one thing but being safe should be above that! If one thing slips, all could be doom for this royal ship! Little did he know, a young mermaids was watching him on his ship, out of sight and easy to slip away if caught.
Thanks for reading! If you are interested in this rp, I just ask to have these when you dm me! All I ask is little a bit about you like your age, etc. Then a example of your writing and finally, maybe a quote from the little mermaid? :) that last part is not important but you if do, I will appreciate it!

I found one more box of manga in storage that I'm willing to part with. Most of these are in complete or near-complete runs which is pretty rare for these books.
Shipping is included with the listed prices, looking for payment through PayPal G&S. Please let me know if you have any questions and I'm open to any offers! Mainly looking to sell right now, but I'm willing to entertain trade offers for video games.
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$100 - Chirality #2-18 (Only Missing #1) CPM Manga - Adult, HTF
$40 - Dirty Pair #1-5 Viz Comics (Complete, Near Mint Condition)
$125 - Domu A Child's Dream #1-3 (Complete) Dark Horse, By the author of Akira
$80 - Mixx Zine #1-8 (Sailor Moon)
$20 - Neon Genesis Evangelion Part One #4-6 (Missing 1-3) Viz Comics
$30 - Neon Genesis Evangelion Part Two #1-5 (Missing #6) Viz Comics
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Take All Neon Genesis Evangelion for $95
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$75 - Star Trekkers Trade Paperback (Complete story) Antarctic Press, Parody of Star Trek

You are diagnosed with "Type 1 Diabetes" that's the line doctor said to me when I was lying on ICU Bed with 575 Sugar Level.
I was injecting insulin thrice a day and sugar levels were in the range 250-350.
As there was no improvement in sugar level my parents took me to a self made doctor in a village near chennai
After consuming his powder thrice a day my sugar level went down to 120 and even. Then I started wondering how is it even possible "Type 1 diabetes" is a which has no cure in medical science.
Now from the last 1 year I am consuming normal amount sugar without taking any medication nor that powder.
And I feel very special and Thankful for my life.
Does anyone have similar experience like this?

Hello everyone, as I said in the title, my psychiatrist is destroying my life. I have suspected for a long time that I have ADHD, but my mom always told me that they tested me as a kid and it was determined I didn't have it. However, this semester has been pretty hard for me. I've always had problems focusing on my schoolwork, but with a lot of new stressors in my life including my gender transition and my need to prepare for graduation (such as getting a necessary internship as well as a job), my ability to balance all these things, hell even one of them, have been pretty much impossible. So I talked to my psychiatrist and asked if she could test me, and she said she couldn't. She gave me a list of doctors that could do so. None of the doctors on that list were accepted by my insurance, so I had to go through hell to find one that was and had an appointment available in the near future. When we found one, she gave me some interesting info. First, she told me that the "booster" to my antidepressant that my usual psych had been giving me for years (and had just raised the dose), Lamictal, was actually a mood stabilizer for bipolar disorder and isn't meant to be given for depression symptoms, and also that my psych very much *could* have tested me, but just didn't like to.
I didn't keep seeing this new woman, firstly because if I took a test with her I would have to stop receiving psychiatric care at the Cleveland Clinic (which would create a lot of problems), and second because she was pretty rude. She told me to my face that I would never get a girlfriend because I'm autistic. So yeah, I went back to my usual psych and told her about what happened. She reiterated that she uses Lamictal as a booster for antidepressants (and even offered to raise my dose again, which pissed me off), and also confirmed that she technically *can* test for ADHD herself, she just doesn't like to. She also told me that she wouldn't medicate me if I was diagnosed, as she "wants to focus on treating my depression and anxiety first," even though I told her that this exact situation was what was causing me so many problems. She told me to just wait until an appointment opened up for ADHD testing at the Cleveland Clinic in June, to which I responded I can't wait that long because I'm going to fail the semester. She told her there was nothing else she could do.
After I told her I didn't want her to raise my Lamictal dose again, she had me book an appointment with the treatment-resistant wing of the clinic, and when I booked the appointment they told me they might give me procedures like electroshock therapy, which was terrifying. I don't think I'm treatment resistant, I just think I was being treated poorly by an incompetent and irresponsible psychiatrist who didn't prioritize my feelings and refused to take my struggle seriously.

Hello everyone, as I said in the title, my psychiatrist is destroying my life. I have suspected for a long time that I have ADHD, but my mom always told me that they tested me as a kid and it was determined I didn't have it. However, this semester has been pretty hard for me. I've always had problems focusing on my schoolwork, but with a lot of new stressors in my life including my gender transition and my need to prepare for graduation (such as getting a necessary internship as well as a job), my ability to balance all these things, hell even one of them, have been pretty much impossible. So I talked to my psychiatrist and asked if she could test me, and she said she couldn't. She gave me a list of doctors that could do so. None of the doctors on that list were accepted by my insurance, so I had to go through hell to find one that was and had an appointment available in the near future. When we found one, she gave me some interesting info. First, she told me that the "booster" to my antidepressant that my usual psych had been giving me for years (and had just raised the dose), Lamictal, was actually a mood stabilizer for bipolar disorder and isn't meant to be given for depression symptoms, and also that my psych very much *could* have tested me, but just didn't like to.
I didn't keep seeing this new woman, firstly because if I took a test with her I would have to stop receiving psychiatric care at the Cleveland Clinic (which would create a lot of problems), and second because she was pretty rude. She told me to my face that I would never get a girlfriend because I'm autistic. So yeah, I went back to my usual psych and told her about what happened. She reiterated that she uses Lamictal as a booster for antidepressants (and even offered to raise my dose again, which pissed me off), and also confirmed that she technically *can* test for ADHD herself, she just doesn't like to. She also told me that she wouldn't medicate me if I was diagnosed, as she "wants to focus on treating my depression and anxiety first," even though I told her that this exact situation was what was causing me so many problems. She told me to just wait until an appointment opened up for ADHD testing at the Cleveland Clinic in June, to which I responded I can't wait that long because I'm going to fail the semester. She told her there was nothing else she could do.
After I told her I didn't want her to raise my Lamictal dose again, she had me book an appointment with the treatment-resistant wing of the clinic, and when I booked the appointment they told me they might give me procedures like electroshock therapy, which was terrifying. I don't think I'm treatment resistant, I just think I was being treated poorly by an incompetent and irresponsible psychiatrist who didn't prioritize my feelings.

You are diagnosed with "Type 1 Diabetes" that's the line doctor said to me when I was lying on ICU Bed with 575 Sugar Level.
I was injecting insulin thrice a day and sugar levels were in the range 250-350.
As there was no improvement in sugar level my parents took me to a self made doctor in a village near chennai
After consuming his powder thrice a day my sugar level went down to 120 and even. Then I started wondering how is it even possible "Type 1 diabetes" is a which has no cure in medical science.
Now from the last 1 year I am consuming normal amount sugar without taking any medication nor that powder.
And I feel very special and Thankful for my life.
Does anyone have similar experience like this?