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---Fnurfar’s perspective---
---2710 Terran Calenda3 years BF---
All six of my paws desperately scramble against the slick pavement of the Prosperity back alley as I flee for my life!
Pursuing me… is a monster!
His species aren’t meant to be sprinters!
They said if it came to a chase, I just needed to quickly get out of his line of sight and keep going and he’d not be able to keep up!
I skid around a corner and steal a glance behind me, seeing two furious eyes moving towards me so fast that they seem to leave streaks of emerald green behind them as afterimages!
The Fury is so close on my tail that he’s almost certain to catch me now!
It would be laughable how much my… ‘employers’ had underestimated him if it weren’t so terrifying!
‘You’ve got a Terran with you! There should be no issue!’
Yes, that idiot mercenary they hired almost had me going with his smug, arrogant proclamation that ‘Big=slow! Slow=dead!’ as he idly showed off his little knife tricks!
My confidence lasted up until the very moment I saw the one we were supposed to rob!
[20cm] taller than the skinny mercenary and looking like he could easily weigh twice as much, the man was a Hunt damned beast compared to the one who was meant to protect me from him!
I think Flynn reassessed his cocksure attitude as well because, rather than waiting for me to have an opening like we agreed in the [fucking] plan, he just drew a knife and tried to stab the monster to death!
An extremely poorly calculated risk!
There was no competition!
This juggernaut dealt with Flynn as easily as Flynn could have dealt with me!
It took him a matter of seconds to dispatch my accomplice but that was a matter of seconds where he was distracted enough that I was able to snag what we had been after… not that it makes any difference now!
Just as I hear thundering footfalls coming up on my left, powerful fingers impact the space between the bottom of my neck and the top of my top shoulderblades.
I’m slammed into the ground… but not killed…
I can feel the power contained in the iron grip around my neck…
I know that decapitating me would be as simple as deciding to close his fingers but, as I wait for death to come, it doesn’t…
Instead, the hand slides up my shoulders, gathering the loose skin and lifting me up like a kit in her parent’s mouth…
The first thing I’m able to see is the monster’s flat, booted feet, followed by a pair of long thick legs, then a chest and left arm covered in a loose fitting, buttoned shirt, patterned with vertical and horizontal lines.
The red fabric of his top disguises the bloodstain from the wound he got from Flynn, just below his shoulder. However, the nauseatingly metallic smell of it absolutely fills my nostrils!
The final thing to be revealed, as my feet hang more than [a metre] from the ground, is a face… the scarred skin a pale beige, the white, calcite teeth bared in a furious grimace, copper coloured eyebrows tilted downward in the middle over a nose, wrinkled with anger, and emerald eyes, burning with rage!
His shoulders rise and fall, in time with panted breaths he sucks in and out through his gritted teeth, putting me less in mind of a person (or even an animal) catching their breath after exertion and more in mind of some hulking piece of machinery from the Steam Age venting its pressure!
The Terran extends his pallid skinned, long fingered, furless, pentadactyl left hand to me, stained with the ferrous blood that’s run down his sleeve, and growls “Sample!”
“No…” I breathe, terrified.
“GIRL! I AIN’T fuckin’ PLAYIN’ with you!” he snarls, curling all but his index finger and jabbing it towards my snout “You’re gonna. GIVE. BACK. what you. FUCKIN’. STOLE!”
“You… can take it… from my corpse…” I defy, clutching my exhausted, trembling pawhands to the front of my jumpsuit.
Effortlessly, his free hand comes forward, batting my four aside, before pinching the top of the stasis vial and pulling it free, with there being absolutely nothing I can do to stop him!
He holds up the tube, in which is visible a small plant with a rosette of frilly black leaves and through which can be seen a frozen impression of the room it was in when it was stasised, demanding “You’re really willin’ to die for this!? For corporate espionage?!… Why the fuck’s this matter to you like that?!?!?!”
“I don’t care… about the plant… at all…” I answer, defeated.
His face twists in a sneer as he asks “Then why tell me I had to pry it from your cold. dead. hands!?”
“Because… if I come back… emptyhanded… they’re going to… torture my husband… and son… and make me watch!… If I don’t… come back… at all… maybe they’ll let them go!” I pant in answer.
His face falls blank… but I can tell that is not because he’s no longer angry!
Instead, his redoubled rage has gone from white hot to ice cold as he leans in and demands “Who’s ‘they’?”
---2715 Terran Calenda2 years AF---
“One!?” demands the sceptical, lutrine, Nvar man, one of six listening to my story for the first time (along with the two friends who’ve heard it before), holding up a webbed pawhand and extending a single finger “You’re trying to tell us that one Terran dismantled the entire Giluspri Sisters’ Syndicate, overnight!?… Simply because you told him a sob story about them holding your family hostage!?”
“I did say you wouldn’t believe me(!)” I smirk, lifting my drink to take a sip.
“You’re damn right I don’t believe you!!!” he sneers “It might have been a little more believable if you’d made it a team of a dozen or so Terrans that were guarding this thing but one!?… There’s no way it took a single individual a single night to root out and entirely destroy an enterprise that Prosperity’s government had been hunting for nearly [2 decades], even if that individual was a Terran!”
I place my drink down on the table and turn the palms of all four pawhands to the ceiling as I say “Believe me or don’t… that’s exactly how it happened!”
“Hmmm… Don’t know ’bout ‘exactly’…!” comes a familiar voice from behind my head, in the next booth over.
I freeze and straighten my back.
The friends and audience in my booth are looking past me, curiously, but, from their faces, it doesn’t look like they can see anything.
I stand and slide out through the gap between the table and Nafnarl’s footpaws.
I turn right and am immediately able to see that the booth next to us is occupied by a mixture of Terrans and some much smaller humanoids with green skin.
I keep going, rounding the partition to reveal…
“By the Hunt! Victor?!” I exclaim, seeing the man sat with his back almost exactly to where I was sitting, next to another tall, slim humanoid with blue skin and four arms.
His copper hair is much longer, his face isn’t as scarred and isn’t wearing the disgusted sneer that characterised so much of the time he and I spent together but… there’s no mistaking it!
The man turns his head, smiling, before standing up to nearly twice my height and extending a palm to ruffle the fur between my ears, saying “How’s it goin’, Foxy? You look a lot better ’an you did last time I saw you at least(!)” gesturing with his other hand up and down my less skinny and less visibly scarred body.
“Never mind that, Victor! What are you doing here?! You didn’t tell me you were coming back to Prosperity!”
He smirks “Yeah, sorry Foxy… It’s a loose lips sink ships kinda deal… Just thought I’d show my friends here the bar you brought me to celebrate after everythin’ was done that time… Didn’t think I’d actually run into you here!”
I stare up at the man, agog, for a few moments before reaching up with both my left hands and closing them around his wrist.
He allows me to drag him back to the head of my table.
“Nafnarl! Gfurnaf! This is him! This is the one I’ve been telling you about for the last [5 years]!” I say to my two Graufna friends before turning to the rest of the table to declare “He’s the man who took down the Giluspris! He’s Victor ‘Cuddles’ Taylor!”
With mirthful bemusement, the Terran raises his left palm to the table to smile “Y’alright guys!” before his eyes scan the faces and his expression goes concerned. He turns to me and asks “Your hubby alright, Foxy?”
I bare my teeth (I hope friendlily) and answer “Fnarnulf’s fine, Victor!… Fuffarn too! This is just a girl’s night…” gesturing at my two friends “…or… it was(!)” gesturing over the four men and two women, of four different species, who joined us to hear my story.
“What did you mean by it not being ‘exactly’ right?” queries Lunvo, the same sceptical Nvar who voiced disbelief before, still looking sceptical (not that I can blame him) but at least impressed by the fact that the ‘con’ has a (imposing looking) Terran stooge now(!)
“Weeeeell…” Victor frowns down at me, mirthfully “…the way she described me dodgin’ that knife attack, she made me sound almost psychic(!)… In reality, she and this guy weren’t as smooth as she seems to think(!) The fact that I even got nicked by someone I was payin’ as much attention to as that is a bad reflection on my reaction time!… Also, she kinda made it sound like I went into their headquarters with a gun in one hand and a lit plasmasword in the other(!) As I recall, I gave ’em all a chance to surrender and come quietly and it were only after they, shall we say, indicated a lack of interest in that option that my weapons first cleared leather!… Oh! And what was with all that comparin’ the way I pant to ventin’ steam engines, Foxy(?!)”
“But…” starts Muan, a nervous tolypeutine Wne woman beside her Wno husband, Kmuw “…you don’t deny it was you and you alone who brought down the Giluspris?… Without help?”
The pale skin of the Terran’s flat face performs a complicated scrunch as he considers the question before answering “Don’t know ’bout ‘without help’… I had Foxy here for showin’ me the way, after I’d done a lotta convincin’… and, once I’d taken care of ’em, local law enforcers came to take the survivors away… Aaaaand… I probably didn’t actually manage to kill or capture every last one of ’em… just gutted its power structure enough that the rats fled the sinkin’ ship(!)”
“Why are you calling her ‘Foxy’?” asks Lunvo, four eyes narrowed in suspicion “‘Fnurfar’ is the name she gave us!”
The large man shrugs his shoulders “I didn’t get her name until we came here to celebrate… she didn’t trust me to give it… Had to call her somethin’, so I called her Foxy.”
“Hmmm…” responds Lunvo “…I’m not buying it…”
Victor raises an eyebrow “You ain’t buyin’ me givin’ her a nickname(!?)”
“I don’t believe any of it! The whole story reeks of the fanciful!”
I bare my teeth and slam my paws on the table before snarling “I don’t care if you question my honesty, Lunvo, but this man saved my husband’s life, my son’s life, the lives of dozens of others, freed me from effective slavery and freed this planet from its largest criminal syndicate! I will not have you questioning his integrity!”
Lunvo cowers away from me, despite the table separating us.
I feel a large, strong hand on my shoulder.
I turn to see a smiling face.
“Eeeeasy there, Foxy… ’Preciate the defence but there ain’t no need to get heated over it!… ’Specially not when there’s a really easy way to sort this out…” he looks up at Lunvo and asks “Lunvo, was it? Could I ask you to look up the front page of the Prosperity Chronicle from the 3rd of September, 2710?… I think you’ll see a picture of me shakin’ hands with your governor at the time…”
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Nah, don't recommend me eggs, beson ka chilla etc or any other whole foods . I just need PROTEIN BARS. Thats it.

So, my current schedule is like wake up at 6 am and sleep at 11 pm but I wanna completely change it into sleeping at 4 pm and waking at 10 pm , why cuz yaar din me bahot distractions hote hai padhai nahi hoti, dost message kar te hai, mummy errands ke liye bhej deti hai, papa kuch kaam de dete hai, siblings pareshan karte hai, and top of all I don't like studying in the morning, I like studying at night, in complete silence , I have private room but sala pata nahi kya khujli hota hai family members ko mere room me aa jate hai bar bar , dimag kharab ho gaya hai , pls help ? Last year I used to sleep at 8 pm and wake up at 1 am which was quite nice because I was very very productive at night, pata nahi kyu raat me social media use karna ka Maan hi nahi karta , par problem ye tha ki 4-5 hrs tab sota tha isliye acche se nahi padh pata tha , isliye ab 6-7 hrs sounga din me bas yaad sleep schedule kaise change Karu , my parents said that they don't have any problem with that.

So, my current schedule is like wake up at 6 am and sleep at 11 pm but I wanna completely change it into sleeping at 4 pm and waking at 10 pm , why cuz yaar din me bahot distractions hote hai padhai nahi hoti, dost message kar te hai, mummy errands ke liye bhej deti hai, papa kuch kaam de dete hai, siblings pareshan karte hai, and top of all I don't like studying in the morning, I like studying at night, in complete silence , I have private room but sala pata nahi kya khujli hota hai family members ko mere room me aa jate hai bar bar , dimag kharab ho gaya hai , pls help ? Last year I used to sleep at 8 pm and wake up at 1 am which was quite nice because I was very very productive at night, pata nahi kyu raat me social media use karna ka Maan hi nahi karta , par problem ye tha ki 4-5 hrs tab sota tha isliye acche se nahi padh pata tha , isliye ab 6-7 hrs sounga din me bas yaad sleep schedule kaise change Karu , my parents said that they don't have any problem with that.

Not a high school 1 v 1, not a bar brawl, but a kill or be killed situation like a mugging with weapons, home invasion, knife fight and or a mobbing. How did it go?
In my my misfortune I have been in a few knife fights and one mobbing. I am a BJJ brown belt, done muay thai for 10 years, know how to use a gun and a melee weapon. And with all that experience, it never prepared me for any serious situation. I am very lucky to be alive. After my first few knife fights being hot headed thinking I'm invincible. I learnt very quickly to either descalte the situation or GTFO and use a 100m sprint and parkour.

Come and behold: an odyssey of two men that both claimed they just wanted to have an enjoyable Round 6 at the BAO 2024, and how that all went to hell after just 2 phases. This is a long read so strap yourselves in and get a tea or something, because I'm not giving you a TL;DR, you have to suffer like I did.
Now I’ll be honest, I’m not a perfect player. I don’t know every rule. I make mistakes. The match was Talons of the Emperor Custodes (myself) and Hypercrypt Necrons (my “good-natured” opponent). I ran a rather generic list, and he was running 4 C’tan with a very thin offering of 3 flayed one units and two sets of Lokhust heavy destroyers with Lokhust lords due to points. My main game plan was to just kill his non-C’tan stuff and then try to die efficiently wrapping his C’tan up in melee so they couldn’t jump around, limiting his ability to score with only a few models. The mission was Take and Hold, which I knew was to my disadvantage because he was going to be able to easily jump around and usually score the full 15 for primaries.
From the beginning my “this guy is gonna be an issue” red flag goes off. He doesn’t have a cohesive set of dice, just a random pile of dice of different sizes and colors. I’ve never had a friendly match with anyone who does this. It makes the dice rolls much harder to read and while I don’t expect someone to spend a lot of money on limited edition, faction-specific dice, in my experience, if a person can’t be bothered to spend a few dollars on a proper set of legible dice they won’t be bothered to read, understand and play the rules correctly either. And kids, let me tell you just how right I was.
During deployment, he just haphazardly put his units out one after another, not following the each player places one unit at a time rule. This resulted in his whole army being deployed while I had only put down a couple units. He placed his Void Dragon right on the line in a way that let me deploy my Caladius in a way that would give my tank a free shot due to line of sight while nevertheless being out of range of the Dragon’s movement and weapon range. I won the roll-off to go first, so therefore I would get shots in the first two turns due to its placement.
Here is where I have to admit my one mistake. I didn’t understand how the C’tans damage- halving interacted with damage modifiers. My tank's damage is D6+2. I assumed the D6 was halved, then the +2 added. We argued this, I even wanted a judge ruling because I knew I needed every point of damage I could muster if I was going to kill those C’tan. However, I knew both of the players on the table next to me. They’re good and knowledgeable players, so I asked them. They corrected my thinking as it only applies to weapon abilities like Melta 2, etc. Oops, my bad. I accept that three people are now telling me the same thing, even after my opponent still offers to get the judge. I decline, wanting to move on and not waste time. However, I’m sure this signaled to my opponent that I was willing to fight over proper rules interpretations, which apparently meant we weren’t just going to have an enjoyable game anymore. I’ve played dozens of games with very competitive players that had plenty of contention and tension that comes with two grown people wanting to win a game of plastic army men while still maintaining civility and sportsmanship... but I guess everything that follows is really my fault lol.
Using Tabletop Tactics' random secondaries, he drew Bring it Down and Secure No Mans Land on turn one. He didn't like BiD and burned it for 1 CP. Then said he drew Deploy Teleport Homers. Then he exclaimed that he "accidentally" drew that random secondary on my mission selection tab instead of his, so said he actually got Area Denial. I told him it really shouldn't matter because it was a secondary available to him and should still count. He got very huffy, then tried to claim he never drew BiD. After several minutes of arguing I finally got him to agree to having burned BiD and just let him have Area Denial.
At the end of both my first and second turns he forgot to hyperphase any units until after had already drawn his secondaries, then tried to decide at that point what would be best to remove from the board and redeploy in order to achieve them. This culminated in his second turn movement phase where he specifically asked me to move a unit of Flayed Ones, then several minutes later tells me he had pulled them at the end of my previous turn. We argued for several minutes where I tell him exactly what he pulled, but he continued to insist. I finally let him have it but forced him to make an agreement that we both had to pull units like that before we drew secondaries since I also had a Callidus Assassin and Allarus Terminator Squads. He of course continued to not do this even after I had to hold myself to the agreement after forgetting to pull a squad of terminators. I then had to spend the rest of the game markedly declaring the end of my turn and asking if he wanted to pull anything. (He still tried to do it in his turn 4's movement phase but stopped himself with a muttered "Yeah... but you won't let me do that..."
He also did not fundamentally understand how cover worked, claiming another Flayed One squad had cover because the front of my Calladius tank couldn't see them, despite the unit being fully visible to the back half of the tank. The two players on the table next to me had to explain how cover works because he was convinced I was wrong.
In my turn 3, after deep striking in a terminator unit nine inches out from the third unit of Flayed Ones on his home objective (yes, if you’ve been paying attention there was a different and equally ridiculous issue with every single one of his Flayed One units), I was stupid and shot a couple off. He pulled 2 models. I measured for the new charge distance. Oops, I was stupid and extended my 9-inch charge to 10 inches. I told him this.
“There is no way that is a 10 inch charge!!! I put them 2 inches apart from each other. It has to be an 11 inch charge.”
“Alright, dude, well. Look at the tape measure. It’s like 10.5.”
“Were they even 9 inches to begin with!?”
He then proceeded arbitrarily to put one of the models I killed back onto the table and measured the charge himself only to find it was 9 inches. He still was not convinced. I had to get a player from another table (not the original other table, but the one to the right of me this time [so if you’re keeping track on that front as well, that’s two tables and five players acting as pseudo-judges for this match]) to confirm that yes, it was a 10-inch charge. I then proceeded to roll a 3 on the charge lol. This one really gets me because if he had taken at least 5 seconds to actually care about where he put back the dead model, he could have made me look like a cheater because his Flayed Ones were absolutely not 2 inches apart as he had originally spaced them.
In my subsequent Turn 3 fight phase, I charged the Void Dragon with my wardens. I popped the FNP because I know they wouldn't kill it. I made my attacks, blowing the double ka’tah, and did a small amount of damage to it. He fought back. I reminded him of the -1 to hit for the Radiant Mantle. I reminded him of the -1 to wound because of wardens' ability. He generates his wounds, I make my saves and fail 2 of them. He rolls two 3s for damage.
“That’s 12 damage on your captain.”
“Umm... how? does the Void Dragon have Precision or something?”
“No, I did the precision strat.”
“You never declared it.”
“Yes I did this is why I was asking about your Captain’s toughness.”
“Yeah, but you never said anything about doing a stratagem; it’s not happening.”
“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?”
“Yeah, it is.” I roll my FNPs. The first one died and I manage to save 4 damage on the second wound.
By this point the match resembled something closer to a marriage between a knife fight and when two kids play pretend laser guns, where one kid says I hit you and the other one goes, “No you didn’t!” He wanted to retroactively Heroically Intervene the nearby Nightbringer. He had the CP for it since I wouldn’t let him "do the precision strat" (which turned out to be Epic Challenge). I allowed it because I preferred the fight while the wardens' FNP was activate rather than be charged by the Nightbringer in the next round. He then wanted to fight me next with the Nightbringer, despite the fact that I had another charging unit elsewhere to fight next. I told him I had to fight over there first. “But I charged!” I then had to spend several minutes explaining how fighting first actually works in regards to charging units, and how Heroic Intervention specifically stated he doesn’t get a charge bonus despite rolling a charge. In response, he spent his last 2 CP to interrupt. I reminded him of the debuffs, again. He rolled to hit and wound rather poorly. It caused like 2 damage overall, killing the other wounded warden. He is not happy. Well, even less happy than the already not-happy he was.
You might notice I’m beginning to add some flavor commentary. That’s because as I write this out and realize I’m not even halfway through it I’m becoming very demoralized and I’m sure you, dear reader, are as well and we could both use some entertainment from this utter mess.
At the start of his Turn 3, he announced his secondary draws: Assassination and Bring it Down. I had taken so much psychic damage in the match by then (which is impressive considering Necrons) that I was confused why BiD wasn’t showing up in his secondaries to select. Then it all came back to me in a flashback, like I was Neville Chamberlain having signed the Munich Agreement in Round 1, convinced that it would stop all the hostilities and we would live in peace for the next 5 rounds. Indeed, appeasement had worked as well for me as for him. I reminded him he drew BiD in turn 1 and had burned it with a CP.
“No, I just drew it now in Turn 3.”
“Dude, we had a huge dispute about this. This was the fiasco about you saying you accidentally drew a random secondary from my secondary list.”
Somehow, he did not remember this. I once again just had to force the issue and tell him he couldn’t draw it again, since it was all too suspicious that he happened to get the same secondary twice -- right as he had my only vehicle, the Caladius, lined up for an easy charge from the Nightbringer. Oh well, he still found something for the Nightbringer to charge that round.
Now, whenever he would do his massive 36 shots on the Lokhust unit, he would pick up a massive pile of 16mm or larger dice that was far too large for his very average-sized hands. He would then proceed to throw -- yes, throw -- in the manner of lifting the pile into the air and chucking them down into his dice tray as if this were an anime about cooking and he was adding ingredients to a bowl. Dice would bounce everywhere. On at least one occasion this produced a dropped a waterfall of like 10 dice onto my nearby Witchseekers that produced neither a care nor an apology. Also, he used a neighboring game's mat as the base for his dice tray and they were forced to play around it.
After the dicefall had generated a suspicious number of wounds in the previous two shooting phases from his Lokhust Heavy Destroyers (equipped with Enmitic Exterminators) -- 36 wounds on 36 shots is what finally did it -- I looked them up in the 40k app in his Turn 3 shooting phase. Yes, they have Sustained Hits 1. Yes, the Lokhust Lord attached to them lets them crit on a 5+, but I cannot find where he's getting the Lethal Hits he claims they also have. So, I ask him how he's getting them.
"Uh, from the critical hits."
"That's not what the critical hits are."
He gave me the snidest tone possible. “What do you think a critical hit is?"
After several impassioned minutes of explaining the difference between Sustained, Lethal and critical hits, he still refused to believe me and, yet again, the players next to me had to explain because by that point he was convinced I’m lying about every rules correction I made.
By this point a friend of his had come over to observe the game. He made several not-subtle, over-the-shoulder whispers to him. I can only guess these were all sorts of pejoratives about me and requests for him to police the rest of the match because the friend watched the rest of the game very intently. But, wouldn’t you know, he would never chime in that I was incorrect about a rules correction.
There were several other grand and epic spectacles over the course of the game...
After the fiasco of the Void Dragon not actually invoking an Epic Challenge and Nightbringer using IRL chronomancy to time-travel and use a Heroic Intervention/Interrupt, I used Hunt as One in my Turn 4 to fall back, shoot, and charge. I declared this. I declared what it does. Several minutes later, when I made a whopping 6 shots with the remaining spears in attempt to chip off a lucky wound, he informed me that I couldn’t do that: I fell back. I told him I did the strat. “Oh so you can fall back, charge, and shoot.” >.< I finally brought the Void Dragon down after three dedicated tank attacks and two rounds of warden charging attacks. (C’tans' half damage, 4+ invuln, 5+ FNP sucks lol.)
In Round 4, one of his secondaries was Engage on all Fronts. He was already in two quarters and could easily have hyperphased a Transcendent C’tan into a third. What he really wanted to do, however, was put a C’tan on the center objective and also have the same C'tan also count as within a quarter. It was impossible for it to be in the objective’s range and also be wholly past 3” of both center lines to be in the quarter properly. I tell him this and he argued that he only has to be more than 3” from the very center of the board in the direction of one of the corners. I then had to spend several minutes using dramatic arm motions to explain how the table is divided into quarters along two axes, how he has to be more than 3” beyond both of these, and how it’s simply impossible with his base size to be on the objective and properly in the quarter for Engage. One of the pseudo-judge players from another table finally has to back me up. I explained that he could easily put the Transcendent C’tan somewhere else and score Engage, but it wouldn’t be in a position to do anything else. He didn't want to, as he inexplicably wanted it on the objective with the Nightbringer on it that he had already scored and also to put attacks into my Caladius which, by this point, was on 4 wounds. Following that, the Nightbringer killed the Caladius on its own with Gaze of Death, so the Transcendent C’tan sat there, did nothing, and didn’t score him Engage.
Throughout the game, he would rarely if ever declare intention, especially when making attacks. He would just throw some dice to hit and wound, and then I would have to ask what unit he was even attacking. This came to a head in his turn following the death of the Void Dragon. He made an auto-charge into the wardens with the Nightbringer and did his typical just throwing dice and telling me how many wounds I had to save. I asked him if he did the -1 to wound. He exasperatedly told me yes. I asked him if he did the -1 to hit as well. Dumbfounded silence. I had to make him redo the entire attack. He was very annoyed because in all it resulted in one less wound for me to save. I tell him yes, in fact, that one less wound to save from the Nightbringer's melee is, in fact, a big deal.
He also tried to argue with me that I couldn’t gain a CP after discarding a tactical objective at the end of the turn since I had done so on Turn 1 to discard Assassination. Apparently, you can only gain a bonus CP from discarding tacticals once per game.
Finally, in his last turn at the bottom of round five, I had done all the scoring I could. He was going to score 15 for primaries and there was nothing I can do. Points as they were, I would still be up by 2 points. However, he had kept Engage, and when he scored the three points he could get from that, he would win by 1 point. It’s plain as day. He taps his other secondary on the app and his policer-friend agrees with him that it’ll be a six-point victory. He announced that the game was over. I ask him what his other secondary is, and he wouldn’t tell me.
“Why not?”
“It won’t make a difference anyway.”
“Yeah, but I need to know for proper scoring.”
“Fine, it’s Behind Enemy Lines.”
Truth be told, there was no way he could score two units for Behind, three quarters for Engage, and score the center objective alongside the two he already held. I didn't argue it, because no matter what combination of two objectives and Behind + Engage he mustered, he still would get the win by 1 point. I didn’t feel like getting in one last fight over what would have been just my stubborn pride.
This was quite honestly the worst 40k game I’ve ever played and made true my worries about going to a big competitive event after what was a relatively pleasant five rounds. Mind you, this was also a fight to see who would go 4-2 so the stakes were about as low as what it would look like if I ever tried to make a soufflé.
If you made it this far, thank you for sharing in my misery. Oh, one nice/right thing he did was to give me a few beers at the start of the match... but maybe he was just trying to get me drunk and make my play worse.

My roommate recently became an assistant manager at a steak place. The job pays well and it was like her saving grace (aka she cannot leave).
Recently theirs these two women S and P. S is also an assistant manager and is best friends with P. P has had a problem with her since she started, making comments about my roommate (rm) and talking about how she’s gonna get her mom to come down and beat her up. P is constantly on her phone and mouthing off, and receives no repercussions. P recently yelled at RM while holding a knife in her hand because P had said that she wasn’t going to talk to RM at all and was talking to the people around her. P also purposely dropped dishes on RM and instead of apologizing she just said it was an accident. More has happened, this is all I can remember.
S is scheduled with her and just in general makes her life hostile. S and P have both had very sexually vulgar conversations at the bar in this place causing people to leave. And when RM was ending for the day, S and P were sitting outside the restaurant while P was on phone with her mom and saw RM leaving and started shouting “the bitch is leaving now mama she’s scared cause she knows what you’ll do to her.”
Context for the mom thing: the mom used to work at the restaurant, she was fired for theft. RM never worked there when that happened.
RM has spoken with the General Manager about it and even his manager but she was not fired. Is there anything she can do legally to get her fired or perhaps get a restraining order??

Bigla akong kinabahan sa mock bar namin kahit dapat unahin ko muna yung finals pero I realized kasi na parang ang malas ko sa ibang profs (and sa block). Ang mahal mahal ng tuition either darts yung prof, 3x lang pumasok, or nagbabasa lang ng libro habang nag lelecture, without any expalnations.
I had a fair share or good professors naman, pero parang majority yung puro absent, once lang pumasok, tapos magpapa makeup class ng 5-6 hours na icocompress yung buong sem in a day.
Tapos kapag mockbar naman kapag panget performance, di ka makakapag 4th year. Kinakabahan ako na ewan kasi ayaw ko din lumipat ng school pero argh.
Parang feel ko ang unfair unfair kasi, malas ba ako or bobo ba ako minsan ganon AHAHAHA

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons Shudders Hell thr' all its regions A dog starvd at his Masters Gate Predicts the ruin of the State A Horse misusd upon the Road Calls to Heaven for Human blood Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fibre from the Brain does tear A Skylark wounded in the wing A Cherubim does cease to sing The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight Does the Rising Sun affright Every Wolfs & Lions howl Raises from Hell a Human Soul The wild deer, wandring here & there Keeps the Human Soul from Care The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife And yet forgives the Butchers knife The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that wont Believe The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbelievers fright He who shall hurt the little Wren Shall never be belovd by Men He who the Ox to wrath has movd Shall never be by Woman lovd The wanton Boy that kills the Fly Shall feel the Spiders enmity He who torments the Chafers Sprite Weaves a Bower in endless Night The Catterpiller on the Leaf Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly For the Last Judgment draweth nigh He who shall train the Horse to War Shall never pass the Polar Bar The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat Feed them & thou wilt grow fat The Gnat that sings his Summers Song Poison gets from Slanders tongue The poison of the Snake & Newt Is the sweat of Envys Foot The poison of the Honey Bee Is the Artists Jealousy The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags A Truth thats told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent It is right it should be so Man was made for Joy & Woe And when this we rightly know Thro the World we safely go Joy & Woe are woven fine A Clothing for the soul divine Under every grief & pine Runs a joy with silken twine The Babe is more than swadling Bands Throughout all these Human Lands Tools were made & Born were hands Every Farmer Understands Every Tear from Every Eye Becomes a Babe in Eternity This is caught by Females bright And returnd to its own delight The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath Writes Revenge in realms of Death The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air Does to Rags the Heavens tear The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun Palsied strikes the Summers Sun The poor Mans Farthing is worth more Than all the Gold on Africs Shore One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands Or if protected from on high Does that whole Nation sell & buy He who mocks the Infants Faith Shall be mockd in Age & Death He who shall teach the Child to Doubt The rotting Grave shall neer get out He who respects the Infants faith Triumphs over Hell & Death The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons Are the Fruits of the Two seasons The Questioner who sits so sly Shall never know how to Reply He who replies to words of Doubt Doth put the Light of Knowledge out The Strongest Poison ever known Came from Caesars Laurel Crown Nought can Deform the Human Race Like to the Armours iron brace When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow A Riddle or the Crickets Cry Is to Doubt a fit Reply The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile Make Lame Philosophy to smile He who Doubts from what he sees Will neer Believe do what you Please If the Sun & Moon should Doubt Theyd immediately Go out To be in a Passion you Good may Do But no Good if a Passion is in you The Whore & Gambler by the State Licencd build that Nations Fate The Harlots cry from Street to Street Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet The Winners Shout the Losers Curse Dance before dead Englands Hearse Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to Endless Night We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro the Eye Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day

Weekend Events
Manhattan Project B Reactor Tours The B Reactor National Historic Landmark, Richland Daily, 8:30a-12:30p Free
Petting Zoo/Hobby Farm Jostens Petting Zoo 10a $8
Mushroom Fest Adventures Underground, Richland 10-7p Fri-Sun
Auditions for Disney's Newsies The Broadway Musical ACT, Richland June 3 & 4 3-6p
Slamtastic IV - Indoor 3on3 Tournament Mid Columbia Hoops, Richland June 1 & 2 8a-5p
Friday May 31
Events
Opening Weekend Rise & Shine Bake Shop, Kennewick 9a-4p
CBC Dental Hygiene Club Fundraiser Red Robin 11a-8p
Huge Yard Sale First Lutheran Church, Kennewick 9a-3p
A Drag Queen Hoedown Out & About, Pasco 5-9p $15
Classes
Mini Van Gogh class Bristle Art Gallery, Kennewick 6p
Kaizen League Tri-Cities Triple Crown Classic Judges/Referee Clinic Pacific Kicks Tae Kwon Do, Kennewick 7:15p
Apollo Presents Water Follies Spring Splash Playground of Dreams 9a-10p
ImproveIntermediate Level Line Dance Lessons Branding Iron, Kennewick 6-9p
Fck it up with Lacey Lifted Lotus Yoga, Kennewick 6-7:15p $7
Crackle! Boom! Pop! Honeycomb Studio, Kennewick 2p $Unk
Yoga for TC Cancer Center Kaylor Ace Wellness, Richland 11:15a-12:15p $Donation
In Bloom Acrylic Class Yellow Dog Art Studio, Richland 6-8p
Community Healing Through Breath The Studio Bespoke, Richland 6:30-7:30p
Sporting
TC Thunder Twilight Meet #1 (Youth, Open, Masters) Southridge High School, Kennewick 5:30-10:30p
Jet Ski and Boat Rentals Howard Amon Park, Richland 5-6p
Games and Comedy
Solar Spirits Trivia and Taco Truck Solar Spirits Distillery & Tasting Room 6-8p
Karaoke with Pam Rose Tumbleweeds West, West Richland 7-10p
Art Krug Comedy w/ Drew McGrath Jokers Comedy Club, Richland 7:30-9p $12
Macrame Class: Wall Plant Hanger with Metal Hoop Anything Grows, Richland 6:30-8:30p
Music
Ben Naught Iconic Brewing
Fifth Friday Fete Barnard Griffin, Richland 6-8p
EMO Night Rays Golden Lion, Richland 8p
Blue Hour Open Mic Caterpillar Cafe, Richland 6-8p
Dr. ROCK & The Sturgeons At Michelle's, Richland 7-10p
Cindy McKay and Sally O’Neal Emerald of Siam, Richland 5-8p
Live Music with Jack Rothwell Rattlesnale Brewing Co, Richland 7-10p
Live Music with Frazer Wambeke Goose Ridge Winery 5-7p
Saturday Jun 1
Events
Artist Alley at the 23rd Classy Chassy Car Show & Shine Downtown Kennewick 10a-3p
Kids toys, clothes, & shoes release Wood & Neutrals, Kennewick 10a
Everyone's a little gay in June! DSH3 #156 Sam's Saloon, Kennewick 12p
Book signing- Kurtis Dolman Barnes & Noble, Kennewick 12p
Pride Kickoff Moonshot Brewing, Kennewick 12-9p
Cards, Cars & Collectible Show Kennewick Public Market 10a-5p
National Dino Day celebration Gesa Carosel of Dreams, Kennewick 5p
MCBA Field day 3619 W 4th Ave, Kennewick 10a
Food Truck Crawl Summers Hub, Kennewick 11a-8p
The Backyard Festival The Tin Hat, Kennewick 4p $20
Clothes by the bag & $ .75 Pants The Family Resource Center, Kennewick 10a-3p $8/bag
Hot Mess Cool Night Market Hot Mess Burgers & Fries, Kennewick 6-10p
20 Year Anniversary Celebration Hobby Town, Kennewick 11a
Abandoned Vehicle Auction Police Impounds and Private Impounds Rad Towing, Pasco 9a-12p
Cards, Cars & Collectible Show Kennewick Public Market 10a-5p
76th Annual Rose Show Columbia Basin College 1-4p Free
Pride Prom Columbia Basin College 7-11p
Huge Yard Sale First Lutheran Church, Kennewick 9a-3p
DSAMC Flower Planting Play Date Mac's Garden Center, Pasco 11a-1p
National Dino Day celebration Gesa Carousel of Dreams, Kennewick 5p Free
Terrarium Workshop Studio Paloma, Richland 3:30-4:30p
TCAB Recital 2024 John Dam Plaza, Richland 3p
1st Saturday Flight & Bites Lunch Monterosso’s, Richland 11a-1p $Var
Midsummer Festival + Summer Wine Club Release Longship Cellars at Horn Rapids, Richland 1-5p $64
Classes
Orchid Arrangement Workshop It's All In The Details, Kennewick 6-7:30p $75
Prancing Peacock Paint & Sip Art YOUR Way, Pasco 6-8p $42
Como la Flor Selena Paint & Sip The Medusa, Pasco 6-8p $42
STEAM Workshop: Pollinators! Columbia Park Trail, Richland 10a-12p
Hat Burning and Decorating Class Red Mountain Trails, Benton City 2:30-4:30p
Sporting
Level 7 - Mid-Columbia Tennis Junior Spring Championships 2024 Kamiakin High School 8a-4p
Big River Inagural Year Race Big River, Pasco 8a-11a
Outdoor Survival Training by Mid-Columbia 99s Columbia Basin College 9a $99
Summerfest Open Horse Show Franklin County Saddle Club, Pasco 8a-6p
NAMI Tri-Cities Walk Your Way Event 2024 Howard Amon Park, Richland 9a-12p
LAGERS & LUNGES on the lawn Iconic Brewing, Richland 1:30-4:30p
Games and Comedy
Trivia Night with Musical Bingo Aub's Lounge, Richland 5-7:30p
Karaoke Night Wine Social, Richland 8-11p
PRIDE Month Karaoke with Amber Bamber The Emerald of Siam, Richland 5-8p
PRIDE Month Karaoke The Emerald of Siam, Richland 9p-12a
Music
Stompin Ground Outside Longbranch Saloon, Finley 8p
Montez de Durango & Pattulla 81 Rancho De Las Vacas, Pasco 8p $Unk
Jägernauts Rattlesnake Mountain Brewing Co, Richland 7-10p
James Hunnicutt, Yotes Dog Bite Harris and Cory Peterson Ray's Golden Lion, Richland 8p
Frank n' Debi Jazz The Emerald of Siam, Richland 9p
Tresspasser Tumbleweeds West, West Richland 7-10p
Sunday Jun 2
Events
Tri-Cities Pride Festival Peanuts Park, Pasco 12-6p
Pride Night Drag The Emerald of Siam, Richland 7p $Unk
KA 10U Spaghetti Feed Village Bistro, Kennewick 4-6p $20
Father's Day Market/Bazaar Gesa Carousel of Dreams, Kennewick 12-4p
Storm Fest 2024 Ray's Golden Lion, Richland 6:30-11:30
Rest & Reset Day-Long Retreat The Yoga Community, Richland 9:30a-5p $150
Classes
Charcuterie workshop Muret-Gaston Wine Bar, Kennewick 3-4:30p
Beach Sign, Paint Party! D's Wicked Cider, Kennewick 5-7p $39
Food & Wine Pairing Dinner Monterosso's, Richland 5:30p
Sporting
SSSCC Event 6 Tri-City Raceway at RMEC, Benton City 7a-4p
Branded by M - Summerfest Open Horse Show Franklin County Saddle Club, Pasco 7p
Poses and Pours with Trinity Hot Yoga Goose Ridge Estates, Richland 10-11a $50
Games and Comedy
The Pub Prelims 1 The Pub, Kennewick 9p
Music
CBC Spring Choir Concert Columbia Basin College, Pasco 7p
Monday Jun 3
Events
Tri-Cities Pride Festival Peanuts Park, Pasco 12-6p
Transportation Improvement Plan Open House Cafe con Arte, Pasco 4-6p
Classes
Charcuterie workshop Muret-Gaston Wine Bar, Kennewick 3-4:30p
Games and Comedy
Game Night Live Round Table Pizza, Richland 5-7p
Music
Open Mic The Emerald of Siam, Richland 7-11p
Tuesday Jun 4
Events
Transportation Improvement Plan Open House Cafe con Arte, Pasco 4-6p
Future Eagle Day and Open House Heritage University TC, Kennewick 4-6p
Mobile Market (drive thru) 2nd Harvest Eastgate Elementary Kennewick 11a-1p
Silver City Brewery Tap Takeover The Underground Taphouse, Pasco 6-8p
Classes
Birds Of A Feather, Paint-N-Sip Shooters Sports Bar, Kennewick 6:30-8:30p $39
Stepping Stones Class Paws to Play Dog Daycare, Pasco 7:30p
Richland Rod And Gun Club Catfish Seminar Richland Public Library 7p
Sporting
Southridge Volleyball Camp for 6th-8th graders Southridge High School, Kennewick 4:30-7:30p
Music
CBC Orchestra Concert Columbia Basin College, Pasco 7p
Live Music with Siena Christie Wine Social, Richland 6:30-8:30p
Acoustic Night with Steve Carver The Emerald of Siam, Richland 6p
Wednesday Jun 5
Events
Transportation Improvement Plan Open House Cafe con Arte, Pasco 4-6p
Night Market Summer's Hub, Kennewick 5-8p
Life in Richland: Hanford Workers and Their Families Walking Tour The Uptown Theater, Richland 9-11a
Classes
Sips and Stems-Peony Party Richland Dugout, Richland 5:30-6:30p
Big Foot Beach Vacation- Art with Aubrey Crepe Haus + El Compadre, Kennewick 6:30-8:30p $Unk
Sporting
Pride Bowling Spare Time Lanes & Arcades, Kennewick 6-9p
Music
Jazz Jam's Hosted by Collin Wilson The Emerald of Siam, Richland 1p
White Bluffs' Howling Choir Club Performance White Bluffs Elementary, Richland 7p
events can be found on allevents.in and just a note, some events may have tickets required or payment at the door information I was unable to find

Obligatory disclaimer that this is person and situation dependent -- just curious about your personal experience, on your "median" hike.
For me, I usually do the following:
Water: Yes, always. Usually either 1L or 2L depending if it's a half or full day (exception if it's a very hot / dry area).
Food: Yes, but not significantly more than I would eat normally (maybe one emergency granola bar for emergencies).
Extra layers: Bring an extra puffy even if I think I don't need it, but don't go too crazy.
Fire starter: Small bic lighter
Sun protection: Hat and sunscreen, always
Knife/repair: Never on a day hike
Navigation: Always bring a phone with offline maps, plus a portable charger that can charge it 3x
Light: Headlamp always
First Aid: This is something I slack on (know it's bad), but going to build a basic kit for my next hike with some larger bandages, ibuprofen, and bandaids.
Emergency Shelter: Only if it's going to be below freezing that night or I'm doing something in snow. If the main consequence is just an unpleasant night out, but no real danger, then I'd prefer to just be very careful on the navigation and ensure my phone has charge for GPS.
Also a Garmin Inreach.
Open to being told I'm an idiot though. The only one I'm very not convinced on is the emergency shelter -- seems like unless you're somewhere very cold, this is probably very unnecessary for the average day hiker.

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[.] - Pause for Listener’s response, about 2 or 3 seconds
*insert sound effect* - Sound effects and narration cues (coughs, sighs, etc.)
“Insert text” - Character dialogue
(Insert text) - Descriptive actions or context, not to be narrated, sound effects are optional
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Thank you, Tyco, for proofreading! <3 You're a real one
Tags: [F4A] [Injured Speaker] [Werewolf Speaker x Human Listener] [A Little Goofy] [Poisoned] [Supernatural] [Worried Listener] [A Little Bit of Serious Talk] [Finding Out The Truth] [GFE] [TW: Mentions of blood and injury]
Characters:
Ashley: A big hunk of a woman with a heart of gold. Thoughtful, lovable, and compassionate, this ultimate girlfriend has a hard time not showing how much she loves you.
Context: After finally having a day off from construction, Ashley has a day off. Unfortunately, her day off isn’t exactly restful. When you get home from work, you find an alarming amount of carnage inside and try to figure out what’s wrong. Little did you know that was only one of your problems.
Setting: Inside your home.
Script:
(The listener walks out of the bedroom to find Ashley humming a tune and making breakfast at the stove.)
[.]
(The listener stands at the bar counter.)
Ashley: “Oh, hey baby! How’d you sleep?”
[.]
Ashley: “That’s good to hear. If you sit down, I’ll have your plate ready in a sec.”
[.]
(The listener grabs a chair and sits.)
Ashley: “Waffles, bacon, and an omelet. Just the way you like it!”
(Ashley sets a plate down.)
[.]
Ashley: “Of course! I know the office has been stressful lately, so I figured something that wasn’t out of a microwavable box would be good for you. Plus, who wouldn’t want a special breakfast made by their girlfriend?... Coffee?”
[.]
(Coffee is poured into a cup.)
[.]
Ashley: “I’m usually gone for work by the time you wake up, but I have today off! Construction at the site has gone a little ahead of schedule, so Cisco said I could take today to rest.”
[.]
Ashley: “Well, yeah, I woke up at 7. Beats waking up at 4, right?”
[.]
Ashley: “Stop fussing and eat your breakfast. You complain about me overworking, but you’ve been coming home late for the past week.”
[.]
Ashley: “Ah-ah-ah- I don’t want to hear anything about some project due. It’s not your fault that your coworkers don’t do their part and it shouldn’t be up to you to make sure it all gets done. If they can’t pull their weight, how are they even keeping their jobs, anyway?”
[.]
Ashley: “... Fair point.”
[.]
Ashley: “Well, in any case, it shouldn’t be up to you to carry the whole project. It’s unfair and it’s not worth it. If it were up to me, I’d have them fired on the spot.”
[.]
Ashley: *Defeated tone* “Yeah, I know…”
[.]
Ashley: “Do I have any plans?”
[.]
Ashley: “Mmmh, not really. I was thinking about going grocery shopping this afternoon. You want anything while I’m there?”
[.]
Ashley: “Cool! I’ll put it on the list!”
[.]
Ashley: “Oh, before I forget, I’m getting some steaks to take to the boys’ place this weekend; Cisco’s kid graduated and we’re throwing him a little party and grilling out. You’re welcome to come with me if you’d like!”
[.]
Ashley: “Sounds good! I’ll let Cisco know later today, I’m sure he’d love to hang out with you again. He’s met you, what, three times so far?”
[.]
Ashley: “Yeah, but he says he likes you so I’d take the win. He’s a person who’s hard to please. I don’t hold it against him.”
[.]
Ashley: “Are you finished eating?”
[.]
Ashley: “I’ll take your plate, then.”
(Ashley takes the listener's plate and washes it in the sink.)
Ashley: “I put your bag by the couch, by the way.”
[.]
Ashley: “Yes, yes, I put the portfolios in there, too. They were sitting next to your laptop.”
[.]
Ashley: “Mhm. I love you, too, baby.”
[.]
(Ashley gives the listener a kiss and the listener walks to the door. Grabbing their bag.)
Ashley: “Bye, have a good day at work!”
[Time skip]
(The listener walks out of their car and to the front door. The door creaks open slightly.)
[.]
(The listener takes a few steps into the house.)
[.]
(Ashley groans painfully in the distance and something clangs onto the bathroom floor.)
Ashley: “Damnit! Hng-”
[.]
(The listener knocks on the bathroom door.)
Ashley: *Pained voice* “Baby?”
[.]
Ashley: “Uh- no,” *wince* “I’m okay.”
[.]
Ashley: “Really, I am!” *pained grunt*
[.]
Ashley: “Blood? There’s blood on the floor?”
[.]
Ashley: “Uh-” *wince* “Uhm. Period… stuff? I don’t-”
[.]
Ashley: “No!- no, don’t come in here. I’m fine!” *groan* “You know how bad my cramps can get. Haha-”
[.]
Ashley: *Wince* “No, baby. I’m warning you, you don’t want to come in here!”
[.]
(The listener pushes on the door until it finally opens.)
[.]
Ashley: “Look- Baby, I can explain-”
[.]
Ashley: “It’s a long story, but-” *wince* “I don’t think I can last much longer sitting like this.”
[.]
Ashley: “Th-the knife. It was- it was laced with something and I need you to understand that whatever you see, it’s still me, okay?”
[.]
Ashley: “Yeah- I know about the claws.” *wince* “They’re kinda on me, haha-” *grunt*
[.]
Ashley: “Okay- listen to me. I need you to listen to me carefully, okay?”
[.]
Ashley: “Go into my car and open the glove box.” *wince* “Inside the glove box is a little purple bag. Don’t open it. Just grab it and bring it to me. Can you do that?”
[.]
Ashley: *Grunt* “Thanks.”
(The listener runs outside and opens a car door, opening the glove box and rummaging through some things.)
[.]
(When the listener finds what they need, they close the car door and run back inside.)
[.]
Ashley: “No, no, it’s okay. You got the bag?”
[.]
Ashley: “Good, good. Now,” *wince* “open the bag and you’ll see some bottles and syringes. Fill one up and-”
[.]
Ashley: “No- I know you don’t like needles, but you have to listen to me. You have to do this, okay?”
[.]
Ashley: “I can’t because I’m contaminated. You have to do it.”
[.]
Ashley: “Listen!”
[.]
Ashley: “If you don’t do this, I bleed out and you’ll have a much bigger problem on your hands. Do you understand?”
[.]
Ashley: *Wince* “Alright. Now take a syringe and fill it. Once you have it, stick it in my leg, okay?”
[.]
Ashley: “Yeah, kinda like an Epi-Pen.”
(The listener fills the syringe and sticks it into Ashley’s leg.)
Ashley: *Wince* “It’s gonna take a second.”
[...]
Ashley: *Sigh of relief* “Thank you.”
[.]
Ashley: “No, no, don’t call an ambulance. I’ll be okay.”
[.]
Ashley: “No- I know it looks bad, but I’m okay, really!” *small wince* “It wasn’t silver, so I should be healed in a few minutes.”
[.]
Ashley: “Can you hand me that towel, please?”
[.]
Ashley: “Thanks.”
[.]
Ashley: “‘What happened?’ Uh… how do I put this?...”
[.]
Ashley: “Er- you know how there’s these… things? Supernatural things.”
[.]
Ashley: “Yeah, like ghosts and stuff.”
[.]
Ashley: “Well, some of them- not all-, but some of them… are… real.”
[.]
Ashley: “Yes, some of them are real. But my point is…” *sigh* “I’m gonna sound like I’m on something-”
[.]
Ashley: “Well, ‘werewolf’ is one term for it. How’d you know?”
[.]
Ashley: “Yeah, I suppose that kinda gave it away.”
[.]
Ashley: “You’re not… scared of me, are you?”
[.]
Ashley: “Well, I don’t know. Normally when someone sees their girlfriend half wolfed-out and bleeding in the bathroom, they’d be a bit… freaked out?”
[.]
Ashley: “You’re not mad at me, are you? I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
[.]
Ashley: “Worried?”
[.]
Ashley: “I’m sorry…”
[.]
Ashley: “I don’t know. For making you worry?”
[.]
Ashley: “At least the cat’s out of the bag, right?”
[.]
Ashley: “Too soon?”
[.]
Ashley: “Uh, yeah you can just-... Put that in the sink for now. It’s not a good idea for me to touch it.”
[.]
Ashley: “Wolfsbane, I’m guessing. Thankfully, the jackass that stabbed me used a steel knife, not a silver one. The stuff you stuck me with was an antidote. It counteracts the poison when we can’t flush it out ourselves.”
[.]
Ashley: “Yeah, thanks to Cisco, it’s in a convenient little bottle. He gets it from some vampire herbalist, Charlie.”
[.]
Ashley: “Yeah… Cisco is one, too. He’s kinda the reason I’m here, actually. He showed me the ropes and how to deal with this stuff.”
[.]
Ashley: “What? No! It’s not a normal thing, trust me. Some dude from animal control tried talking to me when I got out of the car. Must have been one of those damn hunters.”
[.]
Ashley: “Hunters? Did I say hunters? I don’t think that I-”
[.]
Ashley: “Right. Sorry. Your questions.”
[.]
Ashley: “It’s… a long story.”
[.]
Ashley: “No, I wasn’t bitten. That’s a vampire’s thing. Lupines, or werewolves, are born, not turned into.”
[.]
Ashley: “Yeah, I got it from my dad’s side of the family. That’s kind of why he gives you a hard time.”
[.]
Ashley: “Well, he doesn’t think you’d be able to exactly… handle… it. The wolf thing.”
[.]
Ashley: “I know, I know, but deep down he actually does like you. Especially Mom. She thinks you’re great! I guess what I’m trying to say is: most of the time when someone like you finds out about someone like me, they freak out and run away.”
[.]
Ashley: “What? No, of course not! I didn’t tell you because of the things that might follow you finding out. I wasn’t afraid of you running away, I was afraid that someone might try to go after you to get to me.”
[.]
Ashley: “I don’t know… I’ll see if I can pull some strings and get Charlie or one of Cisco’s buddies to keep an eye on the house. Usually, when there's one hunter there’s bound to be a few more. They almost never hunt alone.”
[.]
Ashley: “I know you can fend for yourself, sweetheart, but you can’t keep me from worrying. Trust me, it’s for both your safety and mine.”
[.]
Ashley: “I’d give you a hug, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want my blood on your work clothes.”
[.]
Ashley: “Ah, shit. Did I get any of it on the rug?”
[.]
Ashley: “Oh, okay, good. Thank god for hardwood floors.”
[.]
Ashley: “Speaking of which, I should be good to go now.”
[.]
Ashley: “I’m fineee, see?”
[.]
Ashley: “It’s gone, so there’s nothing to worry about!”
[.]
Ashley: “One of the perks to being supernatural, I suppose. Fast healing, enhanced senses, yadda yadda.”
[.]
Ashley: “Hey. I’m fine, okay? I’m standing, aren’t I? So stop worrying your pretty head about it.”
[.]
Ashley: “Thank you… Now. I gotta get this mess cleaned up. Can you bring in the groceries from the car while I clean the floor?”
[.]
(Ashley kisses the listener.)
Ashley: “You’re an absolute doll.”
[.]
Ashley: “Yes, yes. After I change and clean up, I will answer all of your burning questions over a hefty glass of Italian Vermouth.”
[.]
Ashley: “I promise.”
[.]
(Ashley gives the listener one more kiss.)
Ashley: “Thanks, sweetheart.”
(The listener walks away.)
[End.]

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I bought my 12 y/o son a Cold Steel Finn Wolf to use for Boy Scouts.
He’s having a heck of a time pressing down the metal bar on the spine to release the blade from its open-locked position. He can open the knife just fine—but he seems to lack the finger strength needed to push that metal bar down to close the knife.
I realize the bar is spring-loaded. Is there an easy way to adjust this to make it a bit easier for him to push down the bar so he can close the knife?

Annie emedently started running the opposite direction Since Annie was lot lighter than the boy From 9 (was it 9? Idk) She could run faster And anyway he had lost his axe And it's probably just going to choke her to death or something
Annie ran and ran until she tripped
The boy from 9 sat on top of her choking her
Annie for seconds didn't know what to do Then it clicked Her knife was in her pocket she could barly grab it She felt dizzy It was impossible breathe she grabbed her knife stabbing This side of his neck killing him immediately
Annie sat up breathing heavily
"Dann no! Nooo!" She screamed
"DAMNIT!"
Annie cryed in a ball for hours
After a while She walks back to her base (the cave)
She sat in there for days
And days
And days just thinking about What she could have done Just remembering the horrible image of Dann's head coming off
She had nightmares about it almost every Time she closed her eyes
One day Annie Decide to get food Since she haden't eaten in days
She took her knife and forged around Collecting bark berries anything else She could eat With just a knife it Would have been hard To get meat
She's walking along the forest when she hear the crash Of water She turned around and there was A flood Coming right toward her She stood stunned And then the water came flooding the Arena
Annie saw 4 people in the Flooded arena floating around
The girl from 7 12 years old
The boy from 10 Around 15yo
The boy from 12 13yo
And the girl from 2 17yo
Annie didn't think water would be a problem for her Because she's from district 4
She saw the young girl from district 7 Starting to drown It didn't look like she could swim very well That after few hours The girl from 2 drown The boy from 12 After a day or so The boy from 10 Was too exhausted to keep going and died
Then he came To Annie and the girl from district 2 It was another two days until The girl couldn't go anymore And just stabbed herself in the stomach
After that the water slowly drained
And a hovercraft came and picked Annie up
People around Annie saw she Changed She was different She would laugh in different places That were odd Cover her ears random in times And his zone out Constantly
Everyone call her mad But that really wasn't the case She was absolutely traumatized
The End of Annie cresta
If you have any suggestions or ideas please be free to comment 😁

I (31m) am about to turn 32 this summer and feel adrift in the ocean. I have a BA in Liberal Arts from a prestigious small liberal arts college, having focused primarily on International Affairs and Global Studies. I studied abroad at a long renowned academic institution in the UK for a year and it was the best year of my life. I absolutely loved my academics and learning. Initially, I went to college to be a fiction writer, realizing early on that while I do always want to write, I wanted to live a life I could write about rather than putting my energy into solely being a novelist. I got some experience coding and worked a couple internships in tech and cyber security; I hated it. All the jobs that I had spent months interviewing for during my final semester just dropped me at the last minute, leaving me with nothing at graduation. I needed to work, so I jumped into the hospitality industry and worked as a bartender, bar manager, and brand rep for the past 10 years. It was fun at times and I was able to do a ton of travel abroad and domestic and meet some great people. But it was crushing me inside. Financially, my last job as a brand rep landed me in a bad financial position due to a shady employer and cashflow issues on their part. I also spent that time in the industry with an incredibly toxic and abusive alcoholic as a partner. I spent countless nights sleeping in my truck because I was hit, or chased out of my house with a knife when she was drunk or something of that ilk. We had a horrible breakup almost two years ago and I lost everything but got out alive. It was incredibly fucked up and traumatizing and I am still getting over it.
A few months after I was laid off from my brand job, I was offered my dream job in the Intelligence field after an incredibly long hiring process and years of attempting to get this kind of job to no avail. But my offer was rescinded just before the breakup and before I was supposed to start the job. I was crushed. I've spent the last year trying to lick my wounds and rebuild. I had been bartending fulltime and its just destroyed my mental health, ruined my back and knees, and was driving me mad. It was driving me to a place of darkness that often involves seductive fantasies with ropes or bullets, so I knew the need to find a new line of work was imminent. I took a risk to help my brother start a home remodeling business, which is starting to get moving, but I have hardly had any pay and my bills are piling up.
I am happy that I am helping my brother build his business and have definitely brought a lot to the table with him. It makes me happy to know that I can help him set something up for him, his wife, and my nephews. But god I have no love for the work, nor do I want to spend my career remodeling homes in the towns I grew up in. Its quite the opposite of what I want to do, really.
I would love to get PhD in Anthropology and do field work embedded with armed resistance groups in other countries...but I can't commit to accepting poverty wages for my 30's. I know I do not want to be in the rat race. I feel like 90% of the job listings are see are for companies named shit like "Hoobyo" and "Peppr" and its not even clear what product or service they even provide after reading the AI generated LinkedIn buzzword fever dream of a job description. Honestly, job searching just makes me end up feeling like an anti-capitalist version of Lloyd Dobler from Say Anything.
I know more or less that I want my life and work to involve international travel; I want to go to other countries and into interesting places for a reason, not just tourism. I want to experience other cultures in a way that allows me to connect and immerse in them and not just be a visitor on holiday. I would love to do humanitarian work like helping bring medicines or supplies into conflict zones. I want a base in the US but would like to spend a significant amount of time in other countries. I want to be involved in things that have meaning and are impacting the world on the ground.
My partner who I have been with for over a year is a big traveler and wants a very similar life. Her, along with anyone close to me with whom I have shared my writing, has aggressively encouraged me to pursue it and many have stated its my "calling." That's cool and I definitely want to write as part of my life, but I don't necessarily want to be a reporter or a journalist..although that does seem kind of like the answer. My other interests are visual arts; I am a sculptor and cartoonist, I make puppets, and wacky costumes for fun. I am working on a short film with my other brother currently who is trying to be a screenwriter. I am a huge record nerd and DJ vinyl records at bars for fun. Music is a significant part of my life and I would love to incorporate that into what I do; my partner and I are putting together a Disco pop up in our city.
I just feel so overwhelmed and don't know where to start. I feel like all of my goals and interests are achievable and not crazy dreams for someone like me, but it often comes down to how pinned down I feel financially between debt and the constant chase of money. I have a ton of "soft skills" that I am very good at, but I don't have much in terms of hard skills outside of the hospitality world. I guess its worth mentioning that I can speak kind of decent French, Russian, and a little Arabic. I am unsure if I will pursue a government Intel job again, as I doubt they'd employ an eccentric freak like me at this day and age...and morally its questionable.
As the title says, one of my biggest fears in life is ended up washed-up and fantasizing about the life I could have or wish I had lived, like yet another Walter Mitty type. It scares me that I could end up like the "international / academic" version of the guy who threw the touchdown pass at the Thanksgiving game in 2008, sitting there in the bar drunkenly reminiscing about my glory days. Or standing on the other side of the bar, haggard and cantankerous...cursing under my breath while I think of all of the years and lives I just watched just pass by before me. So yeah, there you have it. I guess the whole reason I am here is to NOT end up like that, so any positive or helpful advice is appreciated.
tl;dr; I am a 32yo washed up barman, government job flunky, who can kind of write okay and wants to work abroad, but is totally broke. Help me figure out how to not be a loser.

Yep, it's fincapping time. This time I got Ophidiophobia by u/TheHauntingTerror, which is one hell of a name that I'm afraid I had to copy-paste because I have no chance of getting that right. Overall I had a slightly difficult time with this one, just because its a bit out of my ballpark, and I had to refrain from any sapient eating nonsense for once.
Go ahead and read the original fic here!
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Memory transcript subject: Harlow Oliver, Human Refugee
Date [standardised human time]: November 14, 2136
Harlow’s awe at the spotted venlil slowly began to wear off; the feeling poured out of him as though he had sprung a leak, leaving him with little but an empty sense of dread. His eyes flitted between the two venlil, who were locked in place, glaring at each other. They likely would have described one another as ‘predatory’ but with all such accusations already levelled, they were left in a silent standoff.
Harlow couldn’t believe he had doomed himself to spend the day with the pair of crazy venlil. Internally, he kicked himself for even calling short-wool back into this situation. It was stupid, just as he had narrowly avoided a conflict, he had undone all his efforts and tossed himself right back onto the flame.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire, so to speak.
The exterminator would no doubt be ready to jump at any excuse to set Harlow aflame and Hibisva had no intention of letting either of them slip away any time soon.
…What do I even do?
None of the three had thought this far ahead.
So the standoff remained.
Nearly two whole minutes passed before Harlow decided to break the silence himself. The tension was too much, and he might have developed a cramp if he held himself still like a statue for any longer.
“So uhh, what do we do?” He spoke awkwardly, unsure of himself, acutely aware that any wrong move could set off the entire situation.
“I don’t know. What is it that you do, predator?” Rhodollis sneered at the human in a predatory fashion, the irony of the situation lost on the exterminator.
“...uhm,” Harlow stuttered, his tongue faltering under the pressure.
“That’s rich coming from someone who sets people on fire for a living,” Hibisva countered jumping on the chance to fire another insult at the exterminator.
“Hey!.. Can we cool it?” The human interrupted the two before they could carry on bickering, which at this rate would continue for the rest of the day unless something changed.
Both Venlil froze and slowly turned to look at him.
If it wasn't for the mask they would have been able to see him sweating bullets. He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. What if he had screwed it up already and they were both about to turn on him?
Uhh crap, what do I do?
Harlow blurted out the first thing that came to mind “Say... what if we grabbed something to eat, a bite of food never hurt anyone.”
Idiot idiot idiot idiot.
Harlow berated himself internally for even considering something that contentious.
The exterminator looked disturbed at the suggestion, immediately jumping to the assumption that food meant meat for the human. But before the venlil could voice his concerns Hibisva silenced them with a tail signal and spoke through gritted teeth. “Sounds like a great idea, maybe someone could learn about someone else's eating habits.”
While she didn’t explicitly state who ‘someone’ was, it was pretty clear who she meant.
Harlow could tell from the look in the short-wooled exterminator's eyes that he had about a hundred different insults eagerly awaiting escape through his tongue but to Harlow's relief, he held it.
After a moment more hesitation, the exterminator spoke, suddenly sounding eerily calm somehow having suppressed his contempt for the human.
“Why don't we go to the Flowerbird Salad Bar? They’ve got some nice outdoor seats, and of course, they specialise in genuine venlil cuisine,” His tone was that uncanny friendly tone of a customer service worker. The kind of voice one used to mask contempt for whomever they were speaking to.
The subtle emphasis placed on the word ‘venlil’ wasn't lost on Harlow, the exterminator was obviously under the impression that the ‘predator’ would be unable or unwilling to eat plants. Harlow wasn’t all too surprised, in his experience most aliens had trouble understanding omnivory, it wasn't something that the federation taught them about.
Neither the human nor the venlil found any reason to object, and they began to move, following the exterminator's lead to this “Flowerbird Salad Bar”. None dared to speak a word for the entire journey.
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When they arrived at the restaurant, Harlow was greeted by the usual suspicious looks from the locals. Thankfully, none of the venlil spoke out at the perceived disruption.
The trio walked through the restaurant and came to the outdoor area which Short-Wool had mentioned. Harlow let out an impressed “oh” at the sight of it.
A small collection of tables had been surrounded by a well-kept garden, neatly trimmed bushes covered in delicate pink, red and violet flowers. It was an impressive sight, disturbed by one thing: an absolute lack of wildlife, not even a flowerbird in sight. This struck him as especially odd considering how often the docile birds flocked to places where food was eaten.
Harlow frowned, but refrained from commenting on it, silently joining the other two, who had already found a table.
The spotted venlil scanned around her and looked mildly impressed “It's quite nice actually… I sorta expected… no offence, something more… you know?” She vaguely gestured at the exterminator, their short-cut wool and stern expression unchanging.
Rhodollis spoke with a flat expression “You expected me to pull out an MRE? Take you to a canteen that only serves nutrient slop?”
“I suppose not,” Hibisva answered, and silence reigned again. The tension was so palpable you could cut it with a knife.
How long until a waiter comes around? Please I can't stand this any longer.
Harlow glanced around, spotting the venlil he assumed was the waiter. The waiter conspicuously navigated around the table the group was sitting at, looking like they didn’t want to approach the trio.
It looked like it was up to Harlow to end the silence.
“So, uhh, how’d you know about this place?” Harlow asked casually.
The exterminator wore a hard expression for a moment before he relaxed, seeing no deception in Harlow’s question.
“I mostly work around this area. In my off time, I like to try different restaurants. The flowerbird salad bar is one of my favourites, I come back to it fairly regularly,” Rhodollis explained rather casually, seemingly having forgotten he was talking to a predator. It was good to see the situation finally de-escalating somewhat.
Glancing to his left, Harlow noticed that Hibisva had also loosened up somewhat, instead opting to take some time to glance over the menu. Maybe he'd ask her what to get, as he wasn’t familiar with anything on the menu. Decision paralysis certainly strikes harder when you don’t know what the outcome of any of your choices will be.
This is good, maybe we can just chat and have food. Maybe there is no third bad thing for once, it's just a silly superstition after all.
Suddenly, A flash of movement in one of the flower bushes caught Harlow's eye. He snapped his head in the direction it came from, scanning it for any signs of whatever caused the disruption. Whatever he had seen, it successfully evaded his sight.
The two venlil looked between the human and the object of his focus with a mixture of concern and suspicion.
Harlow was just about to assure himself that it was just his imagination when he heard it. A rustle. His companions had too, based on the way their ears snapped to attention, pointing towards the bush like little radar dishes trying to pick up a signal.
Then he saw it, tightly packed diamonds, smooth and brown with rippling muscles underneath, gliding over the soil, concealed in the shade underneath branches of flower bush.
A snake.
Harlow nearly jumped from his seat in shock but was slowed by the table which collided harshly with his legs. He let out a grunt in response to the sharp pang of pain. After a few seconds of struggle, he was free of the obstruction by shoving his seat away.
“Fucking snake!” He exclaimed, taking two more steps away from the bush, stopping just before he collided with a neighbouring table.
Harlow was terrified of snakes, he always had been. Images and videos of snakes just terrified him far more than they did for other people. He didn’t know why, he just couldn’t help it.
Both venlil looked at him like he was crazy. The whole restaurant looked at him like he was crazy. But Harlow failed to take notice, his attention focused on one thing only.
“Sounds like your predator’s lost it,” Rhodolis commented smugly.
Calm your shit, Harlow, they don't know why you’re acting this way, they don't know what a snake is. Just explain to them what a snake is… what is a snake doing on venlil prime?
Hibisva stepped towards the bush to get a closer look at the snake, curious about the unfamiliar creature. “This little thing got you bothered?” she asked.
“The predator probably wants to eat the poor thing,” The exterminator commented, also closing in on the snake.
“What are you doing? Get away from it! It's dangerous,” Harlow pleaded the both of them. The spotted venlil took a pause, apparently heading his warning.
“It's got no teeth and side-facing eyes, textbook prey, it's not dangerous,” the exterminator asserted, dismissing the human warning. He began to bend over it and the snake in turn coiled back, retreating away from the venlil.
Harlow repeated his warning in vain. “That’s a snake, an earth predator, I have no idea how it got here but I promise you should stay away.”
But the exterminator didn’t listen and began to reach out for it.
“Sure, and next you’re gonna tell me that it got huge fangs or something ridic-OH MY STARS WHAT THE FUCK?”
The snake finally had enough. It opened its mouth wide revealing its fangs and hissed at the venlil intruding on its space. Its head cocked back like a spring, ready to strike. The exterminator froze in fright.
Harlow yanked the exterminator back just in time before the snake jabbed its scaled head at them in an attempt to bite the creature threatening it.
“....Okay, I believe you.”
The exterminator began to fumble at their waist for their sidearm, but Harlow was quicker, grabbing a chair and slamming it onto the frightful thing, killing it instantly. He repeated the action two more times just to make sure it was dead.
Shit, what have I done? I've just killed something in front of an exterminator.
The exterminator panted, clutching at their heart as they regained their breath from the shock. “A crude way of exterminating… predator… but I'll let it slide.”
The spotted venlil mumbled under her breath, “I was sure it was a prey animal, but those teeth… it tricked us.”
The exterminator humphed. “I suppose I was wrong to assume something nature by which way its eyes point.”
They spoke in a way that seemed to almost be addressing Harlow, admitting that he may have misjudged the human.
Maybe things were gonna work out anyway.
Maybe.
The exterminator frowned. “Actually, how did an earth predator even get here?”
Maybe not…
Can bad things come in fours?
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Read the original here!

Di ko alam ang career job na gusto ko in the future like I'm currently g9 promoted to g10 so, g10 na ako by 24-24sy, syempre andyan na ung mga strand, track, ang saakin lng hindi ko alam ang career choice ko na para bang wala akong pangarap para sa future ko, or more like di ko alam ang ipupursue na career para sa future ko, I'd like to work with other people, but I also want to be the boss on my own, my first thought is like something na career job na nag wowork lng sa gobyerno or ung sahod is nasa gobyerno like parang ok lng sakin minimum wage like nurse, teacher, doctor, police etc. Parang fixed income kasi sya parang may benta o wala may sahod ka, Kaso iniisip ko ok kaya yon? Magiging masaya kaya ako? Alam ko na ung mga gantong klaseng pag iisip is scared to get out of their comfort zone na takot mag take risk pero kasi I mean wala na ako dapat sayangin na oras so atleast pag naging nurse etc. Fixed income sya parang nag tatapos kanalng para maging nurse (bar exam or something like that) Tas ung boss on my own nman is more like mag start ako ng own business ko which is work on my favor pero di ko alam wala ako knowledge and ung career choice dito is marketing, accounting, or business owner etc.. di ko alam ano strand at track na for me para mag ka alam naman ukol dyan ang alam ko pag business (money) abm ung strand pero dito kasi flexible ang income mag ta-take the risk ka talaga or else wala na wala lahat ng pinag hirapan.
I need answer someone who has experienced, or someone who could give me tips and advices.:< Nag woworry na ako sa future ko :<

hello! i (f) recently turned 18 two months ago. and parang ngayon na conscious na ako, i can see yung issues talaga ng mama ko.
i have been diagnosed with depression, severe anxiety, and bipolar ii disorder, along with the eating disorders, anorexia and bulimia. all from last 2022 lang.
i always knew i had a problem na simula noong elementary pa lang. but my mom was dismissive and denial noon.
a short background.
i was an unplanned pregnancy. hindi kasal ang parents ko noon and malala raw yung nareceive na treatment ng mama ko nung nalaman na buntis siya. with what she told us magkakapatid, i can say na she was slut-shamed, lalo na’t ayaw talaga panagutan ng tatay ko.
you can say na marami talaga akong nakukuhang compliments noon regarding my appearance ever since. marami nagka-“crush” and marami rin nan-“ligaw” agad. but of course, mama was always angry at me and i always understood it na protective lang siya. like what she always says. pero dati, napapagbuhatan niya ako ng kamay, sampal, sapak, and sabunot. heck, she even pointed a knife at me noon while saying na “huwag ka muna magbboyfriend! huwag kang pokpok!”. she was also controlling of who i interacted with as my friends, tinatakot niya sila noon and i grew shy as a kid. “bad influence yang mga classmate mo!”. i was 6 years old.
growing up, i grew as someone na very timid and fearful of anyone of opposite sex i see. i started getting anxious around men, including my dad. i was very uncomfortable sa lahat ng lalaki. since ganun ako pinalaki ni mama. maybe dala na rin ng “trauma” niya sa papa ko na talagang hindi naman talaga siya raw ang mahal. he only married her daw because of me who was growing in her womb.
i had my very first serious crush noong grade 3. crush na crush ko siya noon na i even wrote him handwritten letters. then i got my facebook account. we became facebook friends and we talked. pero ayun, of course my mom saw that na i confessed and shit happened. i got all of my toys, books, and even yung pc confiscated noon. “hindi ganyan ang isang matinong babae!”.
of course, i was a good girl dapat sa paningin ni mama. i wanted to please her. i was a consistent academic achiever. pero alam ko na i was also looking for the feeling of kilig. i had a number of crushes turned manliligaws before entering junior high school. lahat nireject ko, because i didn’t want to “hurt” my mom. i tore their handwritten letters and threw all of the roses they gave. pero i had this crush talaga noon, and ako yung nagmmove talaga to pursue him. and guess what, of course nalaman ng mom ko. she was angry, and i got physically, verbally, and emotionally attacked. i started to think na i was a bad daughter for her. she even talked doon sa guy na “huwag daw ako turuan ng masama”. i turned severely anxious since bawat galaw ko tinitignan ni mama. i was starting to doubt yung pagiging “protective” ni mama. i lost my friends because my mom was just “protecting” me from influence. siya na rin nagoopen ng messenger and facebook ko noon na paggising ko blocked na lahat ng classmates na friends ko with last chats from my account, typed by my mom. i started to learn to hide things from my mom.
i grew up being used sa catcalls and harassment. but i learned to hide it din from my mom. dakilang victim blamer din ang mama ko. i admit, i have a large bust and large backside. kaya mahirap talaga na hindi masexualize considering na maraming gagong manyak. i never confided sa mama ko, since kahit nakauniform ako at nabastos ako? sa akin ang sisi. “nagpapaattract ka kasi kaya ka nababastos! pokpok!”.
i entered science high school. high school, marami rin nanligaw. but lahat nireject din, kasi magagalit si mama. lahat din ng friends, kinikilala talaga ni mama. i lost my best friend kasi “maiinfluence” daw ako. never ako pinayagan gumala, until one time pumayag, pero kailangan kasama siya. so i grew as someone na hindi palalabas ng bahay—homebody and sobrang anxious sa social settings. then, as someone na natuto na magtago, i started to “rebel”. nakakasama na ako sa galaan after extracurricular activities na sinalihan ko para hindi lang makauwi agad. i even had my first “almost-boyfriend”. pandemic came, i lost my virginity. he sexually abused me. no one knew. i then started to understand yung sexuality ko. i wanted to explore.
until after pandemic, senior high school came. i was severely depressed and anxious. lagi nasa bahay, grabe anger issues ng nanay, and lack of interaction. totoo pala talaga na no man is an island.
sobrang depressed ko nun and i had to stop for a year pagkabalik ng face to face classes. sa sobrang bad ng nangyari, my school recommended na ipatreat muna ako sa psych. my mom was hesitant kasi “nakakahiya” na may “baliw” siyang anak. but we pushed and nalaman lahat ng nadiagnose. i was so unwell. gusto kong patayin sarili ko, dahil nakakasakal. i thought na yung academic pressure yung nakakasakal pero yung nanay ko mismo pala. people even said na kaya raw ganito kasi “kinukulong” sa bahay.
until kinaya ko na ulit mag-aral. however, i also turned to explore my social network again. i met my so online. we were good and nakapagdates na rin kami noon. my mom never knew. until noong i had chances na to interact sa labas which i assumed freedom. i admit, i was very adventurous and may boundaries na “naoverstep” (as per my mom’s standards). she then knew about us. i was sexually active (but doing it safely, i’m on birth control and using condoms). hinding hindi ko makakalimutan how she went ballistic na wala na raw “tatanggap” sa akin kasi “marumi” na akong babae. it was absolute hell. i was a slut sa paningin ng nanay ko. lahat na, “pokpok”, “gaga”, “pariwara”, at “puta”. everyday ko narinig yan. wala raw kwenta na “matalino” ako kung isa naman akong puta. everyday, sinasapak ako, sinasampal, and even kinakaladkad while sinasabunutan. after nun, my so and i then had to stop our relationship since grabe yung pagiging “paranoid” ng mama ko at siya raw mismo papatay sa akin pag tinuloy ko pa rin yung relationship namin. bantay-sarado ako ngayon. hindi pwede lumabas unless school and gadgets ko chinecheck pa rin. grabe yung paranoia niya na nakakahawa, i feel like i’m back sa shithole na pinagmulan ko before treatment. sobrang paranoid niya na magpapaano na lang daw ako sa mga kung sino-sinong lalaki.
parang nawalan ako ng value kay mama dahil hindi na ako yung “good girl” niya na pure, untouched, at masunurin.
i just want to leave this house. hindi ko alam kung abusive ba talaga si mama or deserve ko lang talaga.
please help me dahil hindi ko na kaya yung torment na nakukuha ko.
edit: my lola (mama’s mother) was also diagnosed with depression. and may link kaya yun sa pagiging genetic ng depression kaya ganito rin siya? she refuses to get psych testing or check up.