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Hello! I have a bunch of old Humble Bundles and some other keys up for trade. I have them organized 2 ways: 1) by specific humble bundles, 2) alphabetized at the very bottom. Hopefully that makes it easier to find what you are looking for!
I'm mostly interested in trading with people who plan to activate immediately instead of retrading later.
Humble Non-Choice Bundles :
Humble Metroidvania
Bloodstained Ritual of the Night
Blasphemous
Rain World (maybe)
In Your Face VR
Superfly
Battle Group VR
Zenith: The Last City
Humble Spring into VR Leftovers
Star Trek: Bridge Crew
Surgeon Simulator: Experience Reality
Humble VR Emporium Leftovers
House Flipper VR
Zero Caliber VR
Scary Games to Play in the Dark
Propnight
The Blackout Club
Them and Us
SCP: 5K
Amazing Adventures
Beyond a Steel Sky
Alfred Hitchcock Vertigo
Agatha Christie Hercule Poirot The First Cases
Resident Evil Decades of Horror
Resident Evil HD Remaster
Resident Evil 0 HD Remaster
Humble Capcom
Strider
Bionic Commando
Street Fighter V
Ultra Street Fighter IV
Humble T1D
Walking Dead Saints and Sinners
Bartlow's Dread Machine
Super Meat Boy
Rad
Pine
Gauntlet Slayer Edition
Humble Extras
Oxenfree
Vikings Wolves of Midgard
Gabriel Knight 3
Battalion 1944
Deadbeat Heroes
Octahedron: Transfixed Edition
Oh My Godheads
Niche
Magicat
Evergarden
Equilinox
To the Moon
Sims 3
Sims 3 High End Loft Stuff
Sims 3 Late Night
Sims 3 Date Night
Burnout Paradise Ultimate Box
Command and Conquer Red Alert 3 Uprising
Medal of Honor (Origin)
Burnout Paradise (Origin)
Mirror's Edge Origin
Command and Conquer Red Alert 3 Uprising Origin
Popolous Origin
Humble Choice Bundles:
April 2023 Choice
Aliens: Fireteam Elite
Revita
Founders' Fortune
October 2022 Choice
Disciples Liberation
Epic Chef
Railroad Corporation
Golf Gang
August 2022 Choice
The Ascent
Hot Wheels Unleashed
Gas Station Simulator
In Sound Mind
Humble June 2022
Phoenix Point GOTY
Siege Survival Gloria Victis
GameDec
Pumpkin Jack
I am Fish
Humble May 2022
Spongebob Battle for Bikini Bottom (might keep)
Command and Conquer Remastered Collection (must activate by June 7th)
Spellcaster University
Embr
Humble April 2020 (5 Choices Left)
This is the Police 2
Raiden V Director's Cut
Driftland: Magic Revival
Turok 2: Seeds of Evil
TruberBrook
Shoppe Keep 2
Capitalism 2
Humble June 2020 (5 Choices Left)
Supraland
Grid Ultimate Edition
Hellblade Senua's Sacrifice (might keep)
Felix the Reaper
Men of War: Assault Squad 2
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
Overload
The King's Bird
Humble August 2020 Leftovers
Wargroove (might keep)
Little Big Workshop
Genesis Alpha One Deluxe Edition
Humble September 2020 Leftovers
Golf with Your Friends
Vampire the Masquerade Coteries of New York
Fun with Ragdolls the Game
Strange Brigade
Catherine Classic
Humble October 2020 Leftovers
Tropico 6 El Prez Edition
Iron Danger
Autonauts
Shadows Awakening
Fantasy Blacksmith
Goat of Duty
The Uncertain: Last Quiet Day
Basement
Humble November 2020 Leftovers
Darksiders 3
Imperator: Rome Deluxe Edition
Crying Suns
Darksburg
Rover Mechanic Simulator
Townsmen: A Kingdom Rebuilt
Humble December 2020 Leftovers
Shining Resonance Refrain
Zwei: The Arges Adventure
Zwei: The Ilvard Insurrection
Tabletop Playground
Humble January 2021 Leftovers
PC Building Simulator
Ancestors: The Humankind Odyssey
Warhammer: Chaosbane
Total Tank Simulator
Not Tonight
Vampire TM: Shadows of New york
The Ambassador: Fractured Timelines
Humble February 2021
Outward + The Soroboreans + Soundtrack (might keep)
Endless Space 2 Digital Deluxe
Trine 4
The Wild Eight
Train Station Renovation
Boomerang Fu
Werewolf: Heart of the Forest
Humble March 2021
Control Standard Edition
Xcom: Chimera Squad
Elex
Kingdom Two Crowns
WWE 2K Battleground
Hotshot Racing
Peaky Blinders: Mastermind
Cyber Hook
Pesterquest
Wildfire
Boreal Blade
Ageless
Humble April 2021
Sniper Ghost Warrior Contracts
F1 2020
Shenmue 3
Main Assembly
Rock of Ages 3
In Other Waters
Aven Colony
Colt Canyon
Skully
Popup Dungeon
Humble May 2021
Darksiders Genesis (might keep)
Hellpoint
Cook, Serve, Delicious 3
Fury Unleashed
Size Matters
Retimed
Family Man
Vane
Humble Alphabetical List
Agatha Christie Hercule Poirot The First Cases
Ageless
Alfred Hitchcock Vertigo
Aliens: Fireteam Elite
Ancestors: The Humankind Odyssey
Autonauts
Aven Colony
Bartlow's Dread Machine
Basement
Battalion 1944
Battle Group VR
Beyond a Steel Sky (might keep)
Bionic Commando
Boomerang Fu
Boreal Blade
Burnout Paradise (Origin)
Burnout Paradise Ultimate Box
Capitalism 2
Catherine Classic
Colt Canyon
Command and Conquer Red Alert 3 Uprising
Command and Conquer Red Alert 3 Uprising Origin
Command and Conquer Remastered Collection (must activate by June 7th)
Control Standard Edition
Crying Suns
Cyber Hook
Darksburg
Darksiders 3
Darksiders Genesis
Deadbeat Heroes
Disciples Liberation
Driftland: Magic Revival
Elex
Embr
Endless Space 2 Digital Deluxe
Epic Chef
Equilinox
Evergarden
F1 2020
Family Man
Fantasy Blacksmith
Felix the Reaper
Founders' Fortune
Fun with Ragdolls the Game
Fury Unleashed
Gabriel Knight 3
GameDec
Gas Station Simulator
Gauntlet Slayer Edition
Genesis Alpha One Deluxe Edition
Goat of Duty
Golf Gang
Golf with Your Friends
Grid Ultimate Edition
Hellblade Senua' Sacrifice (might keep)
Hellpoint
Hot Wheels Unleashed
Hotshot Racing
House Flipper VR
I am Fish
Imperator: Rome Deluxe Edition
In Other Waters
In Sound Mind
Iron Danger
Kingdom Two Crowns
Little Big Workshop
Magicat
Main Assembly
Medal of Honor (Origin)
Men of War: Assault Squad 2
Mirror's Edge Origin
Niche
Not Tonight
Octahedron: Transfixed Edition
Oh My Godheads
Outward + The Soroboreans + Soundtrack (might keep)
Overload
Oxenfree
PC Building Simulator
Peaky Blinders: Mastermind
Pesterquest
Phoenix Point GOTY
Pine
Popolous Origin
Popup Dungeon
Propnight
Pumpkin Jack
Rad
Raiden V Director's Cut
Railroad Corporation
Resident Evil 0 HD Remaster
Resident Evil HD Remaster
Retimed
Revita
Rock of Ages 3
Rover Mechanic Simulator
SCP: 5K (might keep)
Shadows Awakening
Shenmue 3
Shining Resonance Refrain
Shoppe Keep 2
Siege Survival Gloria Victis
Sims 3 origin
Sims 3 Date Night origin
Sims 3 High End Loft Stuff origin
Sims 3 Late Night origin
Size Matters
Skully
Sniper Ghost Warrior Contracts
Spellcaster University
Spongebob Battle for Bikini Bottom (might keep)
Star Trek: Bridge Crew
Strange Brigade
Street Fighter V
Strider
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
Super Meat Boy
Superfly
Supraland
Surgeon Simulator: Experience Reality
Tabletop Playground
The Ambassador: Fractured Timelines
The Ascent
The Blackout Club
The King's Bird
The Uncertain: Last Quiet Day
The Wild Eight
Them and Us
This is the Police 2
To the Moon
Total Tank Simulator
Townsmen: A Kingdom Rebuilt
Train Station Renovation
Trine 4
Tropico 6 El Prez Edition
TruberBrook
Turok 2: Seeds of Evil
Ultra Street Fighter IV
Vampire TM: Shadows of New york
Vampire the Masquerade Coteries of New York
Vane
Vikings Wolves of Midgard
WWE 2K Battleground
Walking Dead Saints and Sinners
Wargroove
Warhammer: Chaosbane
Werewolf: Heart of the Forest
Wildfire
Xcom: Chimera Squad
Zenith: The Last City
Zero Caliber VR
Zwei: The Arges Adventure
Zwei: The Ilvard Insurrection
Fanatical, GMG, other Keys:
Aragami
Assassin's Creed Odyssey Gold (requires Uplay login)
Atari Vault
Biped
Bridge Constructor: The Walking Dead
Cat Lady Card Game
Clustertruck
Crown Trick
Deponia Doomsday
Dustforce DX
Everspace
Everspace Encounters Dlc
Everspace Upgrade to Deluxe Edition
HoPiKo
Holy Potatoes! A Spy Story?!
Horizon Chase Turbo
Kill It With Fire
Liberated
Monster Slayers
Monster Slayers Advanced Classes Unlocker
Monster Slayers Fire and Steel Expansion
Monsters Den Chronicles
Moon Hunters
Neon Abyss
Project Nimbus: Complete Edition
Quest Hunter
Shadowhand RPG Card Game
Shieldmaiden Remix
Skyhill
Slain Back from Hell
Spirit Hunter Death Mark
Starpoint Gemini Warlords
Swords of Gargantua VR
Tangledeep
The Dark Eye Memoria
The Long Reach
Tokyo Xanadu eX+
Wayward Souls
XIII Classic
I'm mostly interested in trades. Let me know what you got! Thanks!

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Hello! I have a bunch of old Humble Bundles and some other keys up for trade. I have them organized 2 ways: 1) by specific humble bundles, 2) alphabetized at the very bottom. Hopefully that makes it easier to find what you are looking for!
I'm mostly interested in trading with people who plan to activate immediately instead of retrading later.
Humble Non-Choice Bundles :
Humble Metroidvania
Bloodstained Ritual of the Night
Blasphemous
Rain World (maybe)
In Your Face VR
Superfly
Battle Group VR
Zenith: The Last City
Humble Spring into VR Leftovers
Star Trek: Bridge Crew
Surgeon Simulator: Experience Reality
Humble VR Emporium Leftovers
House Flipper VR
Zero Caliber VR
Scary Games to Play in the Dark
Propnight
The Blackout Club
Them and Us
SCP: 5K
Amazing Adventures
Beyond a Steel Sky
Alfred Hitchcock Vertigo
Agatha Christie Hercule Poirot The First Cases
Resident Evil Decades of Horror
Resident Evil HD Remaster
Resident Evil 0 HD Remaster
Humble Capcom
Strider
Bionic Commando
Street Fighter V
Ultra Street Fighter IV
Humble T1D
Walking Dead Saints and Sinners
Bartlow's Dread Machine
Super Meat Boy
Rad
Pine
Gauntlet Slayer Edition
Humble Extras
Oxenfree
Vikings Wolves of Midgard
Gabriel Knight 3
Battalion 1944
Deadbeat Heroes
Octahedron: Transfixed Edition
Oh My Godheads
Niche
Magicat
Evergarden
Equilinox
To the Moon
Sims 3
Sims 3 High End Loft Stuff
Sims 3 Late Night
Sims 3 Date Night
Burnout Paradise Ultimate Box
Command and Conquer Red Alert 3 Uprising
Medal of Honor (Origin)
Burnout Paradise (Origin)
Mirror's Edge Origin
Command and Conquer Red Alert 3 Uprising Origin
Popolous Origin
Humble Choice Bundles:
April 2023 Choice
Aliens: Fireteam Elite
Revita
Founders' Fortune
October 2022 Choice
Disciples Liberation
Epic Chef
Railroad Corporation
Golf Gang
August 2022 Choice
The Ascent
Hot Wheels Unleashed
Gas Station Simulator
In Sound Mind
Humble June 2022
Phoenix Point GOTY
Siege Survival Gloria Victis
GameDec
Pumpkin Jack
I am Fish
Humble May 2022
Spongebob Battle for Bikini Bottom (might keep)
Command and Conquer Remastered Collection (must activate by June 7th)
Spellcaster University
Embr
Humble April 2020 (5 Choices Left)
This is the Police 2
Raiden V Director's Cut
Driftland: Magic Revival
Turok 2: Seeds of Evil
TruberBrook
Shoppe Keep 2
Capitalism 2
Humble June 2020 (5 Choices Left)
Supraland
Grid Ultimate Edition
Hellblade Senua's Sacrifice (might keep)
Felix the Reaper
Men of War: Assault Squad 2
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
Overload
The King's Bird
Humble August 2020 Leftovers
Wargroove (might keep)
Little Big Workshop
Genesis Alpha One Deluxe Edition
Humble September 2020 Leftovers
Golf with Your Friends
Vampire the Masquerade Coteries of New York
Fun with Ragdolls the Game
Strange Brigade
Catherine Classic
Humble October 2020 Leftovers
Tropico 6 El Prez Edition
Iron Danger
Autonauts
Shadows Awakening
Fantasy Blacksmith
Goat of Duty
The Uncertain: Last Quiet Day
Basement
Humble November 2020 Leftovers
Darksiders 3
Imperator: Rome Deluxe Edition
Crying Suns
Darksburg
Rover Mechanic Simulator
Townsmen: A Kingdom Rebuilt
Humble December 2020 Leftovers
Shining Resonance Refrain
Zwei: The Arges Adventure
Zwei: The Ilvard Insurrection
Tabletop Playground
Humble January 2021 Leftovers
PC Building Simulator
Ancestors: The Humankind Odyssey
Warhammer: Chaosbane
Total Tank Simulator
Not Tonight
Vampire TM: Shadows of New york
The Ambassador: Fractured Timelines
Humble February 2021
Outward + The Soroboreans + Soundtrack (might keep)
Endless Space 2 Digital Deluxe
Trine 4
The Wild Eight
Train Station Renovation
Boomerang Fu
Werewolf: Heart of the Forest
Humble March 2021
Control Standard Edition
Xcom: Chimera Squad
Elex
Kingdom Two Crowns
WWE 2K Battleground
Hotshot Racing
Peaky Blinders: Mastermind
Cyber Hook
Pesterquest
Wildfire
Boreal Blade
Ageless
Humble April 2021
Sniper Ghost Warrior Contracts
F1 2020
Shenmue 3
Main Assembly
Rock of Ages 3
In Other Waters
Aven Colony
Colt Canyon
Skully
Popup Dungeon
Humble May 2021
Darksiders Genesis (might keep)
Hellpoint
Cook, Serve, Delicious 3
Fury Unleashed
Size Matters
Retimed
Family Man
Vane
Humble Alphabetical List
Agatha Christie Hercule Poirot The First Cases
Ageless
Alfred Hitchcock Vertigo
Aliens: Fireteam Elite
Ancestors: The Humankind Odyssey
Autonauts
Aven Colony
Bartlow's Dread Machine
Basement
Battalion 1944
Battle Group VR
Beyond a Steel Sky (might keep)
Bionic Commando
Boomerang Fu
Boreal Blade
Burnout Paradise (Origin)
Burnout Paradise Ultimate Box
Capitalism 2
Catherine Classic
Colt Canyon
Command and Conquer Red Alert 3 Uprising
Command and Conquer Red Alert 3 Uprising Origin
Command and Conquer Remastered Collection (must activate by June 7th)
Control Standard Edition
Crying Suns
Cyber Hook
Darksburg
Darksiders 3
Darksiders Genesis
Deadbeat Heroes
Disciples Liberation
Driftland: Magic Revival
Elex
Embr
Endless Space 2 Digital Deluxe
Epic Chef
Equilinox
Evergarden
F1 2020
Family Man
Fantasy Blacksmith
Felix the Reaper
Founders' Fortune
Fun with Ragdolls the Game
Fury Unleashed
Gabriel Knight 3
GameDec
Gas Station Simulator
Gauntlet Slayer Edition
Genesis Alpha One Deluxe Edition
Goat of Duty
Golf Gang
Golf with Your Friends
Grid Ultimate Edition
Hellblade Senua' Sacrifice (might keep)
Hellpoint
Hot Wheels Unleashed
Hotshot Racing
House Flipper VR
I am Fish
Imperator: Rome Deluxe Edition
In Other Waters
In Sound Mind
Iron Danger
Kingdom Two Crowns
Little Big Workshop
Magicat
Main Assembly
Medal of Honor (Origin)
Men of War: Assault Squad 2
Mirror's Edge Origin
Niche
Not Tonight
Octahedron: Transfixed Edition
Oh My Godheads
Outward + The Soroboreans + Soundtrack (might keep)
Overload
Oxenfree
PC Building Simulator
Peaky Blinders: Mastermind
Pesterquest
Phoenix Point GOTY
Pine
Popolous Origin
Popup Dungeon
Propnight
Pumpkin Jack
Rad
Raiden V Director's Cut
Railroad Corporation
Resident Evil 0 HD Remaster
Resident Evil HD Remaster
Retimed
Revita
Rock of Ages 3
Rover Mechanic Simulator
SCP: 5K (might keep)
Shadows Awakening
Shenmue 3
Shining Resonance Refrain
Shoppe Keep 2
Siege Survival Gloria Victis
Sims 3 origin
Sims 3 Date Night origin
Sims 3 High End Loft Stuff origin
Sims 3 Late Night origin
Size Matters
Skully
Sniper Ghost Warrior Contracts
Spellcaster University
Spongebob Battle for Bikini Bottom (might keep)
Star Trek: Bridge Crew
Strange Brigade
Street Fighter V
Strider
Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
Super Meat Boy
Superfly
Supraland
Surgeon Simulator: Experience Reality
Tabletop Playground
The Ambassador: Fractured Timelines
The Ascent
The Blackout Club
The King's Bird
The Uncertain: Last Quiet Day
The Wild Eight
Them and Us
This is the Police 2
To the Moon
Total Tank Simulator
Townsmen: A Kingdom Rebuilt
Train Station Renovation
Trine 4
Tropico 6 El Prez Edition
TruberBrook
Turok 2: Seeds of Evil
Ultra Street Fighter IV
Vampire TM: Shadows of New york
Vampire the Masquerade Coteries of New York
Vane
Vikings Wolves of Midgard
WWE 2K Battleground
Walking Dead Saints and Sinners
Wargroove
Warhammer: Chaosbane
Werewolf: Heart of the Forest
Wildfire
Xcom: Chimera Squad
Zenith: The Last City
Zero Caliber VR
Zwei: The Arges Adventure
Zwei: The Ilvard Insurrection
Fanatical, GMG, other Keys:
Aragami
Assassin's Creed Odyssey Gold (requires Uplay login)
Atari Vault
Biped
Bridge Constructor: The Walking Dead
Cat Lady Card Game
Clustertruck
Crown Trick
Deponia Doomsday
Dustforce DX
Everspace
Everspace Encounters Dlc
Everspace Upgrade to Deluxe Edition
HoPiKo
Holy Potatoes! A Spy Story?!
Horizon Chase Turbo
Kill It With Fire
Liberated
Monster Slayers
Monster Slayers Advanced Classes Unlocker
Monster Slayers Fire and Steel Expansion
Monsters Den Chronicles
Moon Hunters
Neon Abyss
Project Nimbus: Complete Edition
Quest Hunter
Shadowhand RPG Card Game
Shieldmaiden Remix
Skyhill
Slain Back from Hell
Spirit Hunter Death Mark
Starpoint Gemini Warlords
Swords of Gargantua VR
Tangledeep
The Dark Eye Memoria
The Long Reach
Tokyo Xanadu eX+
Wayward Souls
XIII Classic
I'm mostly interested in trades. Let me know what you got! Thanks!

Hi! I’m a 25 year old looking for a longterm roleplay partner (18+)! I’m open to a variety of ideas, but some of the ideas I have are as follows:

1. It was a hot summer day and we were just arriving at a the festival. We had driven a ways from our home out to the desert for a huge show. We had everything all pack and were eager to have some fun, the night ahead would certainly be one to remember…
   
2. It was a late evening and I was driving over to your place for a sleepover. I grumbled to myself as I thought it would be a lame party and there would be so many people that I’d have no time to talk to you. However, when I got there I rang the bell and when the door opened there you were wearing a sheer nightgown with no trace of anyone else in sight. I gulped and went inside as you coaxed me in…
   
3. The sound of water dripping from the roof of the cave was quite loud, you and I made our way through several caverns as we soon came to a cool spring. We had been on a cave tour, but somehow got separated from our group. We now were wandering aimlessly through the cave system, desperate to find out way back…
   

Thanks for reading these! If any of these scenes are of interest to you or you’d like to discuss other ideas feel free to reach out! Hope to roleplay soon!

My dog is a mixed Jindo with medium length hair and a dense undercoat (sorry if I'm getting any terms wrong). She usually blows her coat in the Spring but it's June now and there's no sign of shedding. I don't care if she looks a bit patchy but I am worried about her being too hot all the time since our summers get up to 30+ deg C.
Is this a sign of something? Any tips on how to help her blow her coat? Thank you!

So...don't know how to add the clip, but has anyone else discovered the singing Sam's? If you call out while in a hot spring Sam will hum a li'l beat and the "ghost Sam's" that happen to be in the vicinity will finish the tune. It's a great moment of togetherness in a game you play alone 😁

Hey All,
I am heading out on a road trip to see some family. I starting from western Mass to Denver CO and thought it would be a fun idea to have all the expert travelers in this sub craft out my trip for me.
The details of the trip so far are:
- I have a converted camper set up so I'll be cooking most of my meals unless there is an absolute must-stop restaurant along the way.
- I'll be traveling with my pup so looking to park in areas that allow me to get him the exercise he needs along the way. I also would appreciate dog-friendly attractions as I don't care to leave him alone for long stretches at a time.
- I am a very outdoorsy person and would love to experience the best of each state along the way. Big plus to hot springs/national parks and welcoming rustic towns. While I am from the East Coast cities are fine and all but not my forte.
- I also love concerts/live music so was planning on seeing Shakey Graves in Red Rock.
- I want to be in Denver by the 21/22nd of this month
- I don't mind taking my time on the way back but was planning on getting to Denver at a faster pace than I'd be returning. Was thinking Interstate 80 was the best bet for that. On the way home I don't mind shorter stretches of driving and going more out of my way if there was a place worth hanging around for a bit.
Any and all suggestions/recommendations are appreciated. Thank you for reading through! I'll be adding an itinerary as your input comes in.
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Itinerary:
Departure date: ???
Stop 1:
Stop 2:
Stop 3:
Reach Denver: 21 night/22 morning (we hope)
Return: *shrug emoji

I hope this is the right place and someone can tell me what may have been going on in my village. I moved here a few weeks ago. It's a small village in the heart of Russia and my parents and I came here because things start to get really bad in Moscow and my father lost his job. I don't know why we had to move to this isolated village, so far away from civilization. Maybe my parents wanted peace and quiet? To escape the things in that city, the poisoned minds?
The houses here had all been far below average in price. Almost everyone who lives here has moved here recently.
But, there are crazy rumors about this village that people tell each other. It was found abandoned in the mid-nineties. Where everyone went, no one knows. They say that no signs of people were found at all, nothing. But... everywhere in and around the village… strange patches of earth had been discovered, circular and smooth. Not only in the forest or on the road, but also in the dilapidated wooden houses. At our new neighbors' house, one of the mysterious spots had supposedly been found right in the living room floor, where the floorboards had been just cut away.
These rumors scare me. I am afraid of this village. But yesterday... I was redoing the floor in my room with my father and there... I found a notebook under the old boards. I hid it from my father, I don't know why... Someone must have left it there.
Last night... that's when I read it. I read it and now I'm incredibly afraid of this house and this village. Of the fields and the woods that surround me. The notebook apparently belonged to someone called Ilya Vasiliev. I have tried to translate what he wrote, hoping that someone here can help me find an explanation for the rumors. For this uneasy feeling that I have since I moved here...
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I am fine. I want that to be clear from the beginning. My story is strange and in huge parts troubling, but I am still in the best state of mental health.
I am fine!
My story begins seven months ago, in December 1979, when deep winter was upon our village. We were preparing for Christmas, the first Christmas to be celebrated publicly throughout the village, after years of having to practice our faith in secret because the Soviet government did not allow religions. Only in the last few years did the Reds' view loosen and they allowed small islands of faith. One of them was my village, which finally dared to celebrate and praise the Lord.
I have been a believer all twenty years of my life, an exemplary Christian, just like my parents. Faith had kept our family line alive in times of terror and misery. Death had always been close to us, as the fields where most of the population of our village had worked for generations had once brought the end of hundreds of people. Many years ago, on those fields, atrocities had occurred that had finally given them their present name: The Fields of Death.
I myself had not been born back then, not by a long shot, but my grandparents had spent their childhood there, a childhood full of hunger and depravity. My grandfather Fomenko often told me and my sister the stories he had experienced and how faith had saved everyone. There had been a long, cold winter and the grain had been confiscated by the government to be taken to the cities for distribution. After all, the grain belonged to all the people, not just those on the farms who planted it, tended to it, and harvested it. And so, the only food of that time left my grandfather's village and never came back. Some of his neighbors had once tried to hold back some grain, to hide some sacks, but when they were caught, a hail of bullets determined their fate. People lived in fear, not daring to stop working, not daring to keep for themselves the food that was destined for the common good. In those days, horrors happened in my village that I cannot truly picture today, not even when I hear my grandfather's usually clear voice begin to tremble. When I see in his eyes that he would rather forget, in order to experience a peaceful sleep once again… someday.
He told us about those horrors to warn us of how quickly life can plunge from safety into infinite terror. Winter had reigned. The grain was being hauled away. They still shot all those who tried to keep back pieces of it, be it a sack or some husks that had fallen from a cart. In time, hunger began to drive people in our village insane. Parents locked up their children so they wouldn't be taken by neighbors to feed their hunger. Friends turned their backs on each other and killed each other in fights for the last livestock that was still breathing. The streets reeked of decay and death, of misery and suffering. One day, my grandfather told us, he had hidden in the back room of his house while his parents dragged themselves, emaciated, to the fields to pick the last scraps of grain from the furrows with their dirty, half-frozen fingers. He had come across a book there, a book that had saved his life.
The word of God. An old Bible.
My grandfather had learned to read at an early age, one of the sad advantages of living in the Soviet Union.
It was in the room I now live in that Grandfather Fomenko had found the dusty book. Actually, he had been looking for something to eat, the days before he had found some sawdust. But despite his hunger and the grumbling in his stomach, eating the book was out of the question. Books were sacred, and no book as sacred as this one. He had begun to read and learned about the greatness of the Lord. Of the miracles his Son had performed. And of the magic of faith. His stomach had growled, but he had ignored it. The words gave him comfort.
The next day he immersed himself in the book again, disappearing into better worlds and times, hearing wisdom and encouragement. But around noon there was a knock at the door. My grandfather emphasized each time that he had not been afraid, that he had known that the Lord would protect him, when the old neighbor gained entrance to our house armed with a cleaver. It was clear what he wanted: Meat. My grandfather told us each time about how the neighbor had looked more undead than human, stinking and with sunken eyes, smelling like death from his mouth, the cleaver trembling in his hand.
"I'm sorry, boy," was all the man could get out.
My grandfather tried to mimic this poor man’s voice at the end of his wits, to express his pain through words so that we understood that poor fellow a little.
The Lord's words had given courage to my grandfather in his most terrible moments. He had stood up and firmly said:
"Away with you, the Lord protects the inhabitants of this house!"
But the intruder did not care, coming closer. And so, my grandfather again sought comfort and prayed. He prayed for mercy and peace and for his life. He would serve the Lord for the rest of his days. Trust Him blindly.
Suddenly, like a gruesome miracle, the famished intruder let out an inhuman groan and collapsed, lifeless and debilitated. There had been no hunger for my grandfather and his family for a week after that. My grandfather had been praying to the Lord since that day, thanking Him for His mercy. The story spread around the village and out of desperation or hope, in the next few days everyone secretly knelt in front of small wooden crosses they had made themselves and prayed to the Lord. A week later, like a miracle, the long-awaited delivery of grain arrived, along with spring. There had not been another bad time since then.
These events are the reason for the faith in our village... and our family. The psalm my grandfather had prayed as the hungry neighbor attacked had become the guiding psalm of our faith. All these years we had not been able to celebrate Christmas with the other families, but since the restrictions on faith communities had been relaxed, we had all finally decided to celebrate the holy festival in the village square. And so, we started the preparations.
There, in those evening hours, my part of the story begins. I and my younger sister Zarina, together with other youths and young adults, were fetching wood for the fire that was to burn in the center of our village. So, we went out into the night, dressed with thick pelts, to fetch logs from the edge of the fields that some men had prepared.
My breath could be seen as an icy breeze in the dawning darkness and I was already looking forward to dancing around the fire with everyone later, drinking good drinks and eating sumptuously. I was glad that we didn't have to walk across the fields themselves, but could stroll along their edge to get the logs.
You can feel death when it has hit a place. I was glad that I didn't have to work the fields myself, and had learned the carpentry trade. Therefore, I was spared from having to wander around there every day, among the echoes of past atrocities and sadness.
We were all in good spirits, strolling over the muddy ground, when all at once Zarina pointed up and into the clear night sky.
"Look, an angel is descending!" she exclaimed excitedly.
We all looked to where her outstretched hand pointed. A round light glowed in the night sky, glaring yellowish and shining strangely cold.
"It's singing! At Christmas! The Lord puts our feast under his sign!" Zarina cried.
We stopped and listened into the silence of the night. At first, I could hear nothing, at first, everything remained quiet, and only the distant beating of axes and the rustling of the wind in the treetops were audible.
But then, there in the wind, I could hear it, briefly but clearly. It was a kind of melodic whisper, joyful, yet also strange and otherworldly. It was heard only very briefly, and soon died away as the glow flew out of sight and disappeared somewhere far away.
"Let's go find the angel! Let's..." Zarina cried, continuing excitedly, but I interrupted her.
"We have to get the wood. We can report back to the village later, if it hasn't already been noticed there too," I said.
"You heard the singing! Surely that was an angel. Shall we leave it there? It may have gotten hurt, it must have hit something!" Sasha murmured.
Sasha was my oldest friend and one of the boys who worked on the fields. He had always been very caring and had always tried to help where he could. His parents were long dead and the old lady who had raised him was no longer around, either. So, he struggled along, working the fields, but the rest of us looked out for him.
"Shouldn't we go and look for it, Ilya?", Sasha continued to urge me anxiously.
We thought about it for a long time but decided to leave the decision to the others in the village. Trusting the Lord to guide our actions, we quickly moved on in the direction of the woodcutters to complete our task.
We were not the only ones who had seen the glow. When we returned to the village square loaded with logs, everyone was in great excitement and full of joy that the Lord had sent us this sign of His greatness. Not everyone agreed whether it was an angel or a return of the poinsettia that had been witnessed, but everyone was sure that the Lord had sent us encouragement. So, we celebrated our first Christmas full of joy and pleasure, with good food, dancing and singing, full of happiness and under the protection of the Almighty Lord. I will always think back to those days, always keep in my heart how I glimpsed a part of the Lord in the sky.
We all talked about the event and even the older people were fascinated and inspired. Even my grandfather and the others who had witnessed the worst death and misery in the world seemed to slowly find a spiritual peace they would never have dreamed of otherwise. They were happy and strengthened in their faith. However, we were not sure if it had really been an angel who had come down and so we hesitated to go and look for the creature of God.
But in the night, after the light had shone in the sky, I was awakened by Zarina crying in her sleep. I straightened up and slowly paced over to her bed, where in the semi-darkness she began to squirm, shaken by spasms.
"No, no, no..." she moaned painfully.
I began to shake her to wake her up. Zarina did not respond to me. Her face was like a distorted mask hiding something bad underneath. Her breathing became shallow, and she began to whimper. I was terrified and began to pray. The Lord had to save her, He just had to save her!
Zarina twitched more and more, started coughing and whimpering louder and louder. Slowly, the rest of the family woke up and my parents and grandfather huddled tightly around her, praying for her to open her eyes.
"Please, don't take our child! She has only been in your world for fourteen years..." my father cried, as panicked and desperate as I had ever seen before.
His thick, black mustache trembled with fear.
Then, abruptly, Zarina stopped convulsing.
For a terrible moment she just lay there, her hair disheveled, her face pale in the glow of the candle my mother held over her.
"Mom, Dad, Ilya, Grandpa... what's wrong?" she suddenly asked sleepily.
For a moment it was as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn't just seen my sister almost die, but then she began to cry.
"What's wrong, dear?" my father asked, just as pale in the face as Zarina.
It took a while before she found some calm and was able to talk to us.
Finally, she croaked:
"I saw the angel. I was with him."
A revelation? Had the Lord touched my sister?
We all said another prayer and finally, filled with awe, I asked:
"Where did you see the angel? Is it here? With us?"
She looked at me briefly, seemed to hesitate for a little moment, and then reported:
"I was with it… in a dream. It was in a white village, a village made of angel dust. I saw it. It didn't have wings and that's why at first I wasn't sure if it was an angel. However, soon it spoke to me."
"What did it say, Zarina?", I asked tensely.
"It said it was not God, but 'the Witness'. It sounded like a man and a woman and a child and a baby and... It felt peaceful. Calm and carefree. Then I woke up."
"An angel. Angels are the witnesses of God, that's how it must be!" my father said enthusiastically.
Suddenly, everyone seemed to be talking at once.
No one knew what Zarina's words meant, but we were sure that they contained something incomprehensible that we, as ordinary people, could not understand. But everyone was delighted. Everyone was caught in a beautiful dream.
The next day, the adults sat together in the large barn near the edge of the village, which was used for community events. Most of them found seats on the lined up wooden benches and the rest stood crowded against the old walls, some of which were already rotten. Dimitri, probably the closest thing to a mayor, sat at a heavy pine table at the end of the room, staring at the crowd, while my parents and Zarina sat on old chairs in front of him. Tensely, the crowd looked at them, waiting for someone to say something. Finally, Dimitri cleared his throat thoughtfully.
"You... all saw or heard about the falling star. It was brighter than the others that keep crossing our sky and much more... melodic. Some even heard the singing. Whoever still doubted that the Lord sent us his messenger... doubts are now useless. Zarina has received a vision. She has seen how the angel, who was sent by God, walked on our earth, and visited a village and consecrated it with its grace. She has seen the angel marching to spread holiness in these lands..."
"Are we sure?"
Mary, the dressmaker, had stood up. She was still young, my age and Sasha's, and she always wore her blond hair carefully braided, her dresses self-made, blood red and flashy, with silver embroidery. As always, she wore makeup - a luxury not many could afford. In other places she would have been considered a lady, but she was also a skeptical person, and I had not liked her very much since childhood, because she often made insinuations that seemed to go against the Lord. Also, she had never played with us outside and had always thought of herself as someone… better. I was shocked that she now so obviously doubted the Lord's actions.
"Mary. Zarina has seen a vision. The Lord spoke to her through her dreams! An angel has joined us. How can you deny it?" my father asked coldly.
"I'm not denying it, I'm just saying, what if there is something dark that the angel was sent to fight? What if it is going into battle against some unknown evil? The angel may be spreading sanctities, but we have no idea if it is trying to redeem us or defend us..."
"It said it was a witness of God," I noted.
"That's what Zarina said when she woke up."
"Then it is benevolent to us! We must find it!" someone shouted from one of the back rows.
An excited murmur began to spread through the room.
"Silence!" Dimitri thundered.
His face looked hard but determined.
"We have to get to it! If it is a message from heaven that the angel wants to bring us, we must hear it! How many can we spare? Who would even want to voluntarily leave the village? We don't know how long the journey will be, and you yourselves know how dangerous this area can be..."
A loud commotion broke out. Everyone shouted at once and volunteered. I also jumped up and loudly offered to go out to look for it.
The angel. The Witness of the Lord.
I imagined meeting it in a clearing, under a full moon. Hearing its bright voice, gaze in awe at its graceful form, and fall to my knees in prayer before it.
"SILENCE!" Dimitri shouted.
"You can't all go. The kids wouldn't make it in the deadly cold out there. Let seven go. Seven is the Lord's number, there must be seven! Seven workers from the fields! We can't spare any more!"
"You can't be serious!" I cried out.
Cold anger boiled up inside me.
"I want to go, too. We all want to. You can't just stand there and make a decision like that!"
Others joined in.
"SILENCE," Alexeij now thundered, the master blacksmith.
"We need you! Daniil, Ilya, Nikita, you have a job to do! We can't get by without you! You can't go, be reasonable!"
"But if the Lord wills it, he will make sure that everything here will work out. That nothing will happen!", I tried to argue, still boiling with anger.
"No. Winter is tugging at our huts, we need you," my father said slowly.
"So do the others. Without you, it's going to be tight. The fields lie under the snow, but everything else will be weakened by time and storms. We can only spare the field hands. Besides, they're the ones most likely to withstand the cold and the wilderness; after all, they're constantly out on the Fields of Death, toiling in the wind and rain. They'll all make the trip!"
I tried to change his mind, and several came to my aid, all those who were also forced to stay.
"You can manage without a dressmaker! I want to go too!" Mary cried defiantly, her cheeks red with anger, her nose wrinkled.
This young woman really believed she deserved the sight of the angel! She really believed her hypocrisies would deceive the Lord, despite her obvious doubts about His divinity!
Others also complained, young and old, many who didn't deserve to go and even those who did.
But it didn't help.
Dimitri was in charge. Everyone knew that. If we started to contradict him, our village would soon end up in chaos. And deep down I knew that I had to stay. That I had to take care of my sister, who would not survive a trip in the snow. That I had to repair the huts that the storms would eat away at.
Sasha was a field worker, he was allowed to go. Sasha and Sofia, Anatoly and old Igor, Ivan and Yulia and Mikhail. When the decision was made, a decision many of us accepted only with heavy hearts and which brought out deep envy in several faces, some of the chosen ones began to cry. They were happy, fulfilled... satisfied. They would see the messenger of the Lord, hear its melodious voice, sing its hymns.
Why wasn't I allowed to go? Why was the world so unfair? I had always believed in the Lord, prayed to Him, been subject to Him and lived according to His will. Why hadn't he chosen me to see his messenger? I had been so proud back when I had been allowed to learn the carpenter's trade and thus had not to go to the Fields of Death to toil there. At that time, I had felt like someone better when I saw Sasha and Sofia setting out early in the morning with all the other workers, with their old-fashioned plows and thick, shabby clothes.
Was this the punishment for my arrogance?
The Lord knew everything. He had seen what repulsive thoughts I had had, how superior I had felt to the others. Perhaps it was my punishment that I was not allowed to go. Perhaps the Lord was no longer favorable to me and I would have to prove myself to Him.
The next day, the seven set out north. They were seen off with singing and dancing; they were the center of the village’s attention. Envy threatened to drown me.
Why not me? Why wasn't I allowed to go? Why did I have to stay here?
And I knew: it was because of these thoughts. I wasn't pure enough. I had to get better, work on myself.
As the others disappeared from sight, as the small group seemed to be swallowed up by a patch of forest between distant trees, an icy chill ran down my spine.
What if they really did encounter evil? What if Mary had been right?
I prayed to the Lord that they would return home safely: Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
He would bring them home safely, our pilgrims. I did not begrudge them their happiness. I was not a selfish person, was not complacent like Mary or some others in the village. I lived by the word of the Lord and I would not begrudge them.
They would all return home safely.
I continued to stare into the distance for a long time as my suppressed envy sought to consume me. But I was winning.
For darkness is as light to you.
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Even though the days and weeks passed, I never forgot to think of all those who had set out to witness the glory of the Lord. The cold winter had passed and frost and cold left the land, so that soon we could begin to prepare the fields for sowing. Since the sighting of the angel had caused us to let some of the farm workers leave, and they stayed away longer than we had expected, I had to join others in helping to plow the Fields of Death. The work was exhausting and made me physically very tired, since I still had to work in the carpenter's shop as well. We could not afford tractors, so we still had to resort to older tools. So, it happened that one day I was driving one of the hand plows through the dirty ground and was lost in my thoughts and full of sweat.
I was quite far away from the village, as the nearby surroundings had been worked shortly after the beginning of the thaw. The fields were extensive, partly reaching further than the eye could see. Only in one direction the dense forest extended, which introduced the beginning of a dark hilly landscape, that finally merged northward into high, alien mountains, whose white peaks rose high into the sky and, like once the tower of Babel, blasphemously tried to penetrate the heavens. But next to these distant giants there was only the plain, the vast plain that had to be tilled.
I hated the field work. And I hated the fields.
Every time I even thought about this piece of hell that had become reality long ago, my stomach turned. All the events that clung to this dark place, all the human lives and suffering that had sown the ground with death and blood here many years ago....
It was even worse when you stood in the fields yourself, truly being there on your own. It was as if I could smell it in the air, the rot of the starving and the hot blood that had watered the soil. It was as if I could still hear in the air the cries and wailing of the people who had met their end here, who had pleaded for their lives and the lives of their children and friends. It was as if I could see them in the early morning fog banks that lay on the Fields of Death, the shadows of people past, crawling and cowering, weak and starved. I had to pull myself together and look away, into the forest. A place does not forget, a place always remembers the days gone by and the cries that had been.
The plow pulled through the ground, ripping a furrow behind it. It was almost a bit comforting to imagine I was gutting this place of horror with my labor, inflicting deep wounds. Hypnotized, I stared down over and over again, watching the ground swirl to one side, smelling the fresh earth being pushed to the surface. But never could I escape my terrible feelings and the forebodings, never could I forget what kind of place I was at.
The few times I looked to the forest beside me, my thoughts wandered enviously to all those who had set out to find the angel. Had they reached it yet? Had they already learned from it what needed to be done for God's power on earth to be strengthened so that false prophets and promises could be swept away? How to drown the selfishness of the state? What needed to be done to serve the Lord?
Oh, how I would have loved to be there! How I would have loved to go with them, but I also understood the decision not to send everyone, and I understood my family's objections. I was needed here. I could serve the Lord here by tilling the fields and taking care of the soil and the sowing. I had to care for my sister.
I had already made several furrows when noon came. The sun was almost not visible, just a murky spot behind the clouds, and the fog had not lifted either. The world looked pale and apathetic. But amongst all the desolation I could suddenly hear something, something that seemed to come out of the forest.
It was at first just like a rustling in the wind that sounded a bit too regular, such that it triggered a natural uneasiness in me. I looked into the forest, but could hardly make out anything through the dense plants and the still lingering fog. That is why it was left to my own thoughts to imagine what was there, what was producing this strange noise.
I could not remember any animal that made similar sounds, was at a loss.
Suddenly, a bang echoed through the forest, accompanied by a panicked scream that broke inhumanly from the trees and spread across the fields.
Then, something new joined the sounds in the air.
The trees and bushes rustled, almost seemed to be torn apart.
Something was running through the forest, something seemed to be... coming right at me.
Was it perhaps a startled bear, an elk, or a wild boar?
Had one of the hunters from the village accidentally startled an animal, scared it in the wrong direction and now wanted to warn us with their cry? But then, why this panicked sound...?
I paused, took my hands off the rusty handles of the plow, and turned toward the forest. Still, I could only see fog, I could only hear rustling, but slowly I could also make out grunts and groans coming to me from the fog. It sounded heavy and panic-stricken.
Was I in danger? I began to pray to the Lord and ask him for assistance. I was not a fighter and so I had to hope that nothing would reach me from the depths between the trees that could easily tear me apart.
Even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.
My baptismal motto gave me courage. The Lord saw me, even in my darkness, and would be with me.
For darkness is as light to you.
Then, someone burst out of the bushes and the fog and rushed toward me.
It was Sasha.
I almost didn't recognize him. His skin was pale, almost snow-white. His black hair stuck to his sweaty face. His pants and jacket were almost completely torn, so I could see his dirty shirt and his cut and bruised legs through the holes. There were also some small cuts on his face that worried me. Sasha's eyes twitched searchingly, panicked, and in his hand, he held the rifle that he had taken with him when he had once set out. Apparently, he had run through brush and thorns, had gotten scrapes and wounds from stones and branches.
When he saw me and looked at me with his big, panic-filled eyes, I became horridly afraid.
It was as if… behind his eyes there was no Sasha anymore, but only an animal. As if instinct had taken over his thoughts when an unnamable terror had entered his world. An animal inside him, which had enabled him to escape from... something.
Sasha staggered out of the forest, it was almost as if all strength left him now that he was back home. The rifle fell from his hand and dug into the mud beneath his feet. He limped slowly toward me, not taking his eyes off me. Then, suddenly, he wheeled around and looked back into the forest and the mist.
Only for a moment.
Again, he let out a shrill scream and sprinted the last few meters. When I looked into the forest myself, I saw nothing, only the fog.
But, didn't I feel a presence there, in the bushes? Between the trees?
I didn't see anything.
Sasha had reached me and collapsed. I quickly knelt down next to him and called for help. But the other field workers had already rushed over, obviously attracted by the rifle shot. I was in a trance, seeing only Sasha lying there, supporting his head. His eyes were still twitching around and despite my proximity he didn't seem to recognize me. He looked at me, confused.
"Sasha, what happened?", I asked, feeling his forehead.
Despite his paleness, he was uncomfortably hot.
A fever raged in his body. Who knew how long he had been running around there among the trees, his protective, warming jacket torn? With wounds that had not been tended and some of which were still bleeding?
Then another horrible thought occurred to me.
"Sasha, where are the others? Sasha, where are the others?"
This question apparently brought back some clarity that his gaze had not possessed before.
"They... they took them. Took all of them... All of them. All our brothers, all our sisters... all of them," he gurgled.
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So, this is the first part of what I found. I will hurry to translate the rest! But I will definitely stay out of the woods for now... They are still as creepy as described by Ilya in this document and fog ist still around every morning... Also, I don't know what to make of Ilya himself as well, is he just a religious nut and that is the explanation? I just don't know...

I've lived in MLB for a year (retired from the military and moved here from out of state). I would like to take my family (spouse/2 teens) to do something fun for the extended weekend. I know it's going to be hot and potentially rainy, but we are willing to drive and stay overnight somewhere fun.
Anywhere in the state within a 4 hour drive is game. Indoor or outdoor activities (biking, horseback riding, pool tables, museums/historical places, glamping, quirky stops, manatees, hiking, botanical gardens, springs, etc.). Thanks 321!

Ive got an early gen HotSprings grandee and my ACE system is saying offline -- i tried cleaning and no luck. Never actually replaced the sale component. Im assuming it has simply died.
Saw this replacement from a previous post: https://www.saltwaterhottubconversion.com/product/the-chromium-replacement-cell-for-hot-springs-spas/
More recently just found this one with high reviews on amzn:
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Any recommendations for either of these or other?

I feel like Danielle came in hot as far as being desperately thirsty-she’s been trying to be reality famous for YEARS but could never quite find it-she did MTV’s True Life, moved to LA to become an actress (playing “brothel girl” in a low budget horror movie called “The Haunting of Alice D”) failed, moved back to the east coast-went on an HGTV show called “Family Under Construction” in 2014, but that didn’t open the realty fame doors like she’d hoped.
I believe she went on RHONJ with the full intention of exploiting the feud with her brother-she figured it wasn’t getting better so she might as well get *something out of it. She’s completely covering up and minimizing what the beef is-I’m pretty confident he didn’t go NC with her because she blocked him on IG, and also fairly certain he didn’t go NC with their parents because of an IG tiff with his sister. There’s WAY more there.
She’s toxic with her kids, treating them like adults-it’s bizarre.
There’s an uncanny ability to make every situation about her and pertain to her-and I fully believe she came in the show with the intention & strategy of being Team Teresa. She’s learning the dangers of THAT, being run over by the Teresa bus.
I can’t stand how she acts so tough and street when she’s in an argument and forces the Staten Iskand accent-like, you’re grown. Act it.
It’ll be really interesting to see how next season plays out if they ever start filming thanks to Louie & Teresa holding production up.

This dude is deep in his addiction and in a sad sad part of his life. i live in riverside county and i’ll tell you rn…riverside is BAD on drugs and homelessness. The homeless practically sells drugs and they rather be homeless than live normal and be a member of society. It gets upwards of 110+ here this time of year and i feel really bad for that dog. If anything the animals need to be rescued and taken away. Let him and her dwell in the nature of their begging. As he admitted to doing M30’s in the screenshot @AirBiscuitz posted on here, those blue pills are Fentanyl pills. How do i know? i’m a former addict of 10 Yrs with 2 years sober. Eventually one or both of them will overdose and die and they’ll be no more videos. Sad truth, but they can only help themselves and they don’t want too. cause i was homeless in NC and flew to cali to go to rehab. Got clean, and im staying clean, i go to meeting everyday still, i worked the 12 steps of NA. they can too, but addiction is rough and Jay is prob only sticking around cause she “loves” him. The old tony, doing micro camper shit that’s the sober tony. This Tony you see now is the addict tony, they’re alone, hungry, tired, afraid, and have lost hope and accepted this and got comfortable with what their doing. They need money and he’s making up things to hopefully go viral and get paid and donations. Tony if your reading this, i live in Palm Springs and know of places you and jay can go to get clean and get home and housing. I know a bunch of people that have and did the same things your going through now. surrender and get help and turn your life around dude. Life is beautiful and you only got one life. 🙏

Background: I've walk-jogged a dozen half-marathons at 15 min/mile pace, and still consider myself a beginner. I'm very, very overweight, in my mid-30's, with achilles tendonitis...and (foolishly?) signed up for a full marathon in Spring 2024 because I wanted to kick myself in the butt towards losing weight and getting into a regular workout schedule. I'm grateful to have a good friend who is a runner and who inspired me to do my first half marathon a few years ago. With their guidance, and a lot of research/experimentation on my own, I feel pretty confident about my path forward in most aspects, except for shoes. Shoe purchases were always determined by what fit, felt good, and were on sale at the local sporting goods store. Nike, Saucony, Asics, various styles. I would basically just buy a pair 4-5 months before a race, train in them, do the race, and then just keep them as casual walking shoes. Now that I'm looking at a marathon though, I'm getting oddly more anxious the more I read up and wanted to ask for y'all's advice.
Feet: high arches, wide width. Men's 9.5 2E. Hot spots after some, but not all, past races were blisters on balls of feet under big toes and along the outside ball of foot for the 2-3" under pinky toes. (Blisters usually coincided with when I wasn't sticking to training, so I don't necessarily blame the shoes.) Wear pattern on shoes - heels always look like new, but outside balls of feet get worn down until holey and pinky toes often rub through fabric uppers.
Training Plan:
- Phase 1: 10 weeks, average 15 miles/week of 2-5mi runs to build up from mostly walking to mostly jogging a 5k.
- Phase 2: 28 weeks of marathon training, average of 10 miles/week walk-jogging, longest run is 13 miles.
- Phase 3: last 8 weeks of marathon training, average of 32 miles/week, with long runs between 15-20 miles.
- I plan on having 2 pairs of shoes at any given time. 1 pair to do marathon training in, and 1 pair for walking/cross-training. I need help finding the marathon training shoes.
Questions:
- Since I'm big, walk-jogging, and will be going at a slower pace (mid-teens), should I be looking at a walking shoe to get the cushion and support I need since I feel like I squish flat/rub through running shoe support pretty quickly (like closer to 200-250 miles than the 300-500 mile figure I read about.)
- I've heard that insoles can be a cheap way to add more support (high arches) and cushion (I'm putting a lot of force on my feet). What are your thoughts/do you use them? I've tried Dr. Scholl's gel inserts just in regular walking shoes, but they seem too unstable/squidgy. Are foam ones betterecommendations?
- Are custom orthotics worth it?
- Should I buy two of the same shoe and wear 1 for the first 2/3rds of training and the 2nd pair the last 33% of training?
- Besides Saucony Triumphs, what other shoes would y'all recommend for heavy people with wide feet and high arches?
- I'm trying to stick to a $300 marathon shoe budget (2 pairs x $110 training shoes + 2 pairs x $40 cross-training shoes). Is that reasonable?
Thanks in advance for any help and advice.

I feel very perplexed, fellow redditors.
I'm NC with N-mother (completely NC), complete NC with ex boyfriends who were abusive/narcissistic/jerks. I have no urge to contact any of those exes or to contact N-mother.

First issue<< But this relationship.... I can't seem to be able to do NC in this relationship. I've blocked him once, but the urge was so strong I've unblocked him the next day and even I've apologized for blocking him! (SMH).

I'm pretty sure this person is highly narcissistic, or even if he's not, our relationship is so toxic. There is power play, jealousy, hot and cold behaviour and I do feel discarded, by the way. I was bombarded with love in the initial stages. I felt from the beginning there was something wrong but I've ignored a lot of gut feelings down the line and now I'm hooked/addicted.
I don't even trust myself that I'll be able first - to implement NC, second - to not break it by my own initiative.

Second issue<< The only thing different in this abusive relationship is that it reminds me of my past. It feels somehow karmic. I'll be 30 this month and I already feel some kind of "mid-life crisis". For example I look to the past and I see that I've dated and engaged predominantly with narcissistic men. I was sexually abused in my adolescence (13y of age) . I've let a lot of questionable shit happen to me. Now I'm very exhausted... How to break this pattern? I was in at least 6 dysfunctional relationships and I begin to wonder if the problem actually lies within me? Yes, narcs are horrible, we all know this, but I'm also accountable to fall in similar situations without learning my lessons. The common denominator is me. I can't change other people but I can change myself. Apparently there's something wrong with me, honestly. At least 6 n relationships without any wisening on my part. Any advice on this aswell?

Thanks in advance! Be happy and healthy!

The four famous clans of Amadahai, its ladies and their sons, gathered together in the common hall of what people knew as "the palatial district". The core of the palace had overgrown the square, ring-like shape as new additions were built along the perimeter through the years. The symmetry of the structure was broken to accomodate the growing clans – and their growing entourage.
Half of the morning had already gone by, but the common hall was lit with oil candles and the glow of a central brazier: the sky outside was flat and grey, and whichever light filtered from the courtyard and the high windows on the outer walls of the palace were not enough to illuminate the faces of the clanpeople. They had taken their places on the ground, each kneeling on a soft cushion filled with cattail fluff, and would go on discussing as the morning went on.
The neighbouring village, Pabarha by the pond-of-many-lotuses, had refused to repay their debt. Two years before, the clans of Amadahai had come to their aid and provided them with plentiful rôdo in times of need; when the time came to hold their part of the bargain, however, they sent an empty-handed emissary with words of regret, conveying their intention to break the contract.
The youngest of the mothers present unfurled a thin stretch of birchbark where the two parties had impressed their promises, marked by five symbols. On top, was the picture of an empty granary, Pabarha's most pressing issue at the time. Below, their two choices: an empty granary and a farmhand working the fields or a full granary and a man at rest. At the bottom, two sigils representing the two parties participating in the exchange: the lotuses that gave their name to Pabarha, the village of the perjurers, and a bull atop a pecan tree, mythical symbol of Amadahai.
"When I drew those symbols," The matriarch said, as she passed the scroll around for all to see, "The terms of our exchange were no less clear than they are today. We saved Pabarha from a failed harvest: in return they had to either return the rôdo as soon as they could or would provide a number of farmhands to our city, for the entire period of their indebtedness." It was a fair exchange and, for a time, Pabarha had consented.
The farmhands were sent to Amadahai and they had soon proved themselves to be a profitable investment. They lived in wooden houses appositely built near the paddies and returned to their village every half moon to visit their wives and their families. That arrangement had continued for little more than a year. "The farmhands left four days ago and have not returned to their work – instead, what do we find? A young emissary has come in their stead, demanding Pabarha be allowed to forego her promises." The birchbark sheet had made the rounds amongst the reunited clanpeople and returned to her. "I ask the other mothers leave."
They women silently consented and the youngest, the writer of the contract, threw the birchbark onto the brazier. The mothers had forfeited their right to be a part of that conversation and, from then on, it would be the sons, not the mothers, to hold the first and last word. The clan had no other choice: promises had been forgotten, debts had not been repaid and that intricate tangle of promises, favours, debts and credits could be put in grave danger by such a simple refusal.
It did not happen often that the men gathered inside the high house took decisions without words of approval or lamentations from the elder women of the clans. It had never happened for Cebecajamân, a man who had not lived through his sixteenth year of age and was only recently invited to sit at the councils as one of the leaders nephews. He sat straight and looked around him as the tower of smoke emitted from the burning birchbark dissolved before them. Wordlessly, the women left the room.
For a moment, the men remained silent, reflecting on the weight of that moment – that meant war was the next solution, the only solution. Phazjedjei, Cebecajamân's uncle took his stick and his pipe, which was hidden in a pouch tied under his cape, and began smoking. The others followed his example. Six men, three uncles and three nephews, reflected and smoked. There would be a precise order to how they would speak and, as the youngest man admitted to that assembly, Cebecajamân would go first.
He cleared his throat – the pipe was still a little too much for him – and gathered the courage to speak: "Does... does that means we will have to kill them?"
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There were few places kinder than Amadahai on a spring morning. The sun would tickle the surface of the lake, then rise high – but never too hot – to the top of the sky. Those were the sweetest hours: the bright light streamed in like metal from Kamābarha, the same brassy copper that covered the points of Cebecajamân's arrows.
He was counting them, one by one, making sure his quiver was full and none of his precious arrows had been lost since his last tally. Most of the other men in his band would have stone arrowheads, others red copper, but that fine orange-gold one was destined only for Cebecajamân and the other clan-men, their leaders. No arrow was missing, so he took his quiver of woven cattail stalks, his bow and walked to meet the other men. As he passed under the passion fruit tree outside his home, he marvelled at the irony of life: preparing an attack as nature bloomed so beautifully.
He met them at the edge of the city, beyond the mound, where the groves began. Saying "a full unit of men" was something, but seeing them in person, each with his own quiver and bow, each with a straw, padded coat, was rather impressive. He greeted them with respect as he walked over the field to join the other members of his clan. There were three leaders for the attack, Cebecajamân was the youngest, but by far the best shot; then, there was Jajabadojôho, his cousin who was very quick and nimble, and Ineme, a young uncle who belonged to their same generation and who was well respected by the other men. He knew very little of the other men. There were some minor clanmen, children of true clanmen who had no claim to leadership: they often were better warriors, as they had much spare time and filled their days with pigeon hunts and competitions – Cebecajamân, was very envious about that; then, there were young men from the city: the son of the fisherman, the nephew of the butcher, the cousin of the man who sold the best preserves at the market; the rest were farmers who normally tended orchards or paddies and had been called to lend their bows to fight for the honour of their leaders. The best amongst them had been selected, and a hundred forty four good men would be more than enough to put a stop to Pabarha's defiance and dishonesty. As their Kabaima brought them pouches filled with crabapple sâna, the first spring wine, the three discussed the possibilities of a true battle.
"They are going to surrender immediately." Ineme said. There was no sign of worry or doubt on his face. He cocked an arrow absent mindedly as he spoke. "Then, we will either take the grain we need or bring them to the mothers and make a new contract." Swoosh! The arrow hit the the tree before them, which had been coloured with ochre to mark the height of a man. If that tree was a man, Ineme had hit his shoulder.
"I don't know, Ineme," Said Jajabadojôho, "They have the men, and the village is marshy all around and protected, on a hill."
"They do not have the number Cijajabo, and, considering they are not sending the grain they owe, they must be in dire straits – mother said so."
"Even then, they are proud people. They will not surrender without a fight. Cicebe," He said, turning towards the youngest, whose thoughts were rushin in hundreds of different directions and had been very quiet until that moment. "What do you think?"
He looked at his cousin, unsure about what he would say. Something strange and horrible was happening inside of Cebecajamân. Half of his soul dreaded the impending battle, and hoped that the young man facing them, from above the hill, would see how many they were and set down their weapons; his other half, however, had an ardent desire to be tested, to win, to prove himself before the mothers. He was a good shot – a great shot, in fact – and would stop at nothing in the face of danger. He wanted to fight, he wanted to stop his enemies from fooling the mothers of his clan – was that a bad thing? They said men were more impulsive than women, Always ready to fight rather than to discuss, and that the way of the mothers was the most virtuous. But Cebecajamân was a man, and there was little he could do about it.
He cocked his brass arrow and shot it across the field to hit the same tree his uncle had hit before him. His arrow burrowed into the wood just above the other one, where Ineme had intended to hit: the middle of the man-tree's head.
"Either way, I'm ready."
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They attacked immediately after sundown. They moved silently through the forest first, getting more and more quiet as the presence of the city became more noticeable. As they hid in the forest waiting for the right moment to strike, hearing the low voices of the Pabarhans, smelling the smoke of their fires, the fragrances of their dinners, Cebecajamân's heart pounded like never before.
"The heart of the fearful and a pigeon by the river..."
The battle ended before it could become too bloody, but Cebecajamân killed his first man that night. He would remember that blood he spilled forever, necessary blood, to remind everyone of the honour of his house, the honour of the promises the famous clans of Amadahai presided over – an honour he'd defend until his last day.

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