Anyone in the central CT area have a location they’ve used and would recommend? 500 yards, anything around there that is open to the public preferably or accepting new member applications if private. Don’t know anyone with farm land unfortunately.

Long shot, I know. I bought a salvage Toyota Prius that really just needs two doors to get it back on the road. I am having a hard time locating the matching paint color doors and figured maybe someone here has experience in this and can help out. I know I could find close matching doors and paint then blend but that seems like more trouble than it needs to be if I could just find them in the right color.
I need both drivers side doors in 089 paint code. That color was only used in the 2021 and 2022 years. I don’t mind driving quite a distance to pick them up if anyone knows a yard that might have them. I’ve tried some of the websites but it appears most yards don’t really have the most modern or user friendly websites if they even have one at all.
Thanks!

Has anyone been able to sell at the salvage yards like brios or ornith reclamation this patch? I went to offload some eggs I aquired during my travels but none of the salvage yards seem to acknowledge that ships are present anymore. I'm assuming this was doing in anticipation for needing to manually unload cargo but with that not being in game yet it seems like weevil eggs are just a shiny decoration now. If anyone has any insight on how to sell these eggs it would be greatly appreciated.
Also if anyone has an issue council link for this issue that would be great because I couldn't find one when I look and haven't had time to enter one myself

Conner sat listening to music while the history class droned on endlessly. What is the point of learning history? War never changes, right? It seemed tedious. What does history have to do with how powerful and cool a mech is, or how sweet it is to be a mech knight?
"When the darkness came from outside, only the humans knew what was happening. It was war, war from outside the peaceful galaxy. War that had started when the Milky Way first showed the twinkling signs of life. One insane intelligence, old as time, would not tolerate another living galaxy. Each must be consumed by its own weight, and only death may prevail.
Humans instinctively knew this, as the chosen ones, the T-Cells of the galaxy. When their alien friends started getting ravaged and marauded by the scouts of the Dark Beings, humans responded, retaliating with unbridled ferocity and driving the otherwise unstoppable enemies back into the darkness.
It was a frightening time, and it only got worse when the massive cloud of shade was identified as the locust fleet that had sailed for billions of years, the Silent Empty Eternal Darkness Sailors, as they called themselves. They were nothing but dormant hives, sleeping forever, ready to wake and kill and self-destruct, make the galaxy dead. They could have done so, but humans stood in their way, an unpredictable enemy, capable of war.
That is why human worlds were directly targeted by their commandos. Massive singular monsters of ungodly visage were deployed to human worlds, spawning armies of miniature satraps of the horrors, to pillage and assault human worlds, turning them into hellscapes of death and destruction. The alien friends of the humans did not sit entirely idle, they helped by selling powerful new weapons and armor to the humans who kept retaliating against the Dark Beings with ever more powerful and vengeful mech."
Conner perked up at the part about the mech. Various famous chassis flashed across the screen in cool paint and poses with alien worlds in their backdrop and accounting for their neatly colored camouflage plates. He paid attention to the famous battles, where humans had defeated the Dark Beings in honorable combat.
"Conner, do you know what made your clan's father and mother such great mech knights?" his teacher asked.
"They learned from their mistakes." Conner sighed.
"They learned from other people's mistakes. They studied all of our defeats, all the times the Dark Beings annihilated entire battalions or overwhelmed our defenses. It is a much heavier volume. We learn little from victory except that now the enemy will try to better themselves again. When they win, they use the same tactics again - that's when we win. We don't use the same tactics again, for they will be ready when we try. We conceptualize and learn their thoughts, through their actions. They do not understand us. It is our only advantage, for each progression of our tech is met by another evolution of their monsters. Someday we will not be able to make a stronger bullet to match their stronger armor. We must anticipate a limit to this war, and fight accordingly."
"I can only anticipate getting into a mech and fighting bugs!" Conner had said. His teacher had given him that look. Nobody else got that look. Conner got it everywhere. He thought back to those days, he'd really thought he'd see action, in a mech, fighting bugs.
The rest of his class went on to become mech knights. All of them had seen action. Of course, none of them were left alive, and few of their mech were salvaged. Except, Pharlie.
Her mech was the third in a row of ones hit by a single plasma beam of the enemy. While the first two were instantly blown to atomic dust, her mech was only knocked over and set on fire. The ejection seat in the cockpit had the one and a half seconds needed to egress the mech knight safely.
She'd spent some time in relieved-of-duty status on Maranda Beach before she insisted they give her something to do. They quickly evaluated her and decided she wasn't fit for duty in a mech. Something about 'shutting down the Berserker Program' and 'protocols preventing reinstating anyone who qualifies to pilot a Berserker Mech'. Not happening under Admiral Khaspa.
"How's getting into a mech and fighting bugs, Conner? Still anticipating it?" Pharlie asked her old classmate.
"You are under my command. Watch your tone, I run a cruel shift." Conner grumbled.
"Aye, Skipper." Pharlie cringed, realizing the bureaucrat Conner had no sense of humor anymore. She decided to make it her personal mission to work on that. Conner with no humor didn't sound fun.
That scene in the classroom was a long time ago, but it was with Conner like it just happened. He hated Pharlie, because she stood for his humiliation, and wanted to humiliate her, but then he hated himself for feeling that way. He resolved to leave her be because he didn't want to feed his own calloused resentments.
"We've got work to do. We are reassigned to military surplus salvage. This job just keeps getting better. I used to think I would somehow be tested on a battlefield to save the galaxy, but out here I just get tested by boredom. I don't even feel the shame of these janitorial jobs anymore, I'm numb to it." Conner said to Pharlie, the next time they spoke. Pharlie realized he was trying to be nice to her and asked him:
"You'd rather be dead, or be me?" She wondered.
"Yeah. You don't know what it is like flying around delivering stuff and counting crap. I hate it. I could've made an actual difference." Conner complained personally.
Pharlie smiled and said: "You'd have made no more difference than the rest of us did. You don't know what a victory against the bugs costs, do you? You think you just have to stand there bravely shooting back and if you die, oh well, otherwise it's all glory. It's never like that. It hurts, it hurts a lot, because you don't die. Everyone else does. And for what? We just play the same game again next weekend, and it never changes."
"That's war." Conner nodded. "What am I doing? I bring supplies to remote outposts. It's pointless."
"Not anymore, they reassigned us to go pick up supplies, remember?" Pharlie pointed out.
"Oh yeah - don't remind me, just when I though my life couldn't be more tedious or pointless." Conner fell silent, realizing he sounded weak and small, complaining so much. He wished he was stoic, but he had a chance to confide in Pharlie, and he had taken it. Pharlie said:
"You're right. But let's make the most of it." And she smiled, so Conner decided that letting someone know just how miserable he was wasn't entirely a bad thing. He just wished he could somehow just be good with it, without having to use drugs or somesuch. He really felt like his combat skills were going to waste, sitting on a ship for long years, asleep and going around picking up supplies. As Pharlie had pointed out, they weren't even delivering them anymore, new mission, go get all that stuff the aliens made over the centuries for the war effort.
Rhema loomed in the distance. "We are picking up artwork on this world. Are you kidding me? The manifest shows it is categorized as artwork. So this community of variety-hour aliens have compiled some kind of treasure trove of fine art. This is asinine." Pharlie offered.
"That's enough of that." Conner chastised her formally on the deck, but he was smiling as he said it. He loved having her there stating his real feelings. "The mission is to acquire this propaganda, it is deemed useful to the war effort."
The world was like melted orange-cream covered in brown fog, a desolate radiated landscape below testified to the destructive power of the Unknown. The same Dark Beings had taken shots from the darkness with precise aim and killed some of the older aliens, such as the Frendsikeel. Long ago the peaceful otter people had lived happily on Rhema, inviting trade via broadcast.
After meeting an assortment of artist-aliens wearing shimmering dark-colored robes and cowls, the human delegate collecting military surplus accepted the crates of fine art, packed for their shipping across the stars, trusted to nobody except the human military to safely transport it.
"Conner." A call came in from Supply Command Unk Gheldin, Conner's commander. "You just earned me a promotion. The patrons of Rhema have instituted a check as a downpayment on our services. It's enough to build an entire warship. These aliens are loaded and just became our daddy. You're doing good work out there, the war effort thanks you!"
"I'll be sure and handle with care." Conner saluted diligently.
The next world was Arienta, populated by what was left of aliens who looked like huge anthropomorphic tarantulas.
"We've perfected a drug that can induce Star Sleep in humans. They said it was not possible for such belligerent minds to Star Sleep, but our colony of volunteers have allowed us to test every kind of euphoria and pleasure-inducing drug we could on them. Most species wouldn't have such a supply of volunteers, but humans come from far and wide to live as our guests, accepting our hospitality for their entire lives, saying they don't ever want to leave." The high priestess of the Blue Light Watchers, Rhoxa Billi, explained the doped humans lounging around everywhere.
"They look like slackers, sir." Pharlie said loudly.
"That's enough of that." Conner admonished her, but was smiling, glad she said what he was thinking. He faced the high priestess formally and said:
"We'll take this drug, and thank you for your hard work." Conner waved his fingers in the spiritual way to show he knew the sacred gratitude of the Blue Light Watchers. He'd studied how to do it on the way over, practicing it for days until he was confident he could do it right.
The next stop was Basilik, an industrialized wasteland where the Sunder had hundreds of thousands of giant humanoid machines, in loincloths, working tirelessly to drag massive monolithic super metal beams across rollers, up ramps to assemble indestructible mech chassis to sell to the humans.
"Sir, we take shipments from here all the time. What are we here for?" Pharlie asked.
"Not a what, a whom." Conner said.
The casket of the revered Exalted Inquisitor Eshka Layenna was loaded on board, but it was not made by Sunder. No, it was tech from some other society, preserving her eternally in a state of dormancy, a kind of molecular stasis.
"We're taking her back to the ones who put her in there. They have a gift for us. She is our gift for them. The Sunder have agreed to this, in the name of the war effort."
The Desperado star sailed to the nearby Kriesene system where an old gravity cloud that looked like a planet had hundreds of planet-sized moons dancing around it like an insane ballroom.
"The shoals around their world will make this somewhat dangerous to traverse. We have a map, given to us by the Sunder, so we should be fine." Conner told Pharlie.
"Danger, eh? Kinda like it, don't you?" Pharlie teased.
"That's enough of that." Conner said without any real command in it, smiling.
The Skiesene had a moon-sized space station named Thoughtfulness where they conducted much of their trade with each other. They looked like dark-shelled nightmare creatures, some kind of H.R. Giger prophecy had remembered these creatures long before humans had met them.
Conner witnessed their massed warriors, in stasis, embroidered stole draped over them, crouched motionless atop pedestals with twenty-yard tall tapestries depicting their many victories in bloody combat. They sat there in a great hall in their various forms and armors, but always hideous monsters, reminding him of the Dark Beings vaguely, except devoid of insectoid features.
The Skiesene were delighted by the delivery of their goddess, Eshka Layenna. A time without bloodshed was declared, and the Skiesene offered a shipment of their finest warriors, in egg form.
The Skiesene Khan grinned with uncannily human-looking teeth, but in its grin was a sharpened beak that could pierce the solid dome that was their head, with no eyes or ears, at least not in one place, for they had sensory all over their bodies.
"Uh, thanks. We could always use some special, uh, special forces." Conner accepted the eggs, as he was under orders to do. They were preserved until called, using a key to deactivate the stasis they were in. Then they would serve the orders in their minds, to obey their human commanders.
"I hope they don't have to facehug us and chest burst us." Pharlie chuckled.
"That's enough of that." Conner told her, smiling.
The last stop was the world of the Beebee, aliens who looked like cats wearing incredibly fancy clothing.
"We've tailored new uniforms for the human armies. You'll like them." The Master of Design, top official of the Beebee, told Conner, purring as he went.
Conner put one hand on his elbow and one holding his chin, trying to keep a straight face, when he saw the uniforms.
"They are a little small, don't you think?" Conner looked at the feline models in the uniforms meant for human soldiers.
"And kinda derpy with all those frills and colors?" Pharlie offered further criticism.
The Master of Design seemed to think the uniforms were being complimented, anticipating no other response. It took a moment to sink in that the humans were mocking all their hard work.
"All of the specifications for armored clothing were met. These uniforms will preserve your body temperature in very extreme conditions and will slow ballistic projectiles so that they cannot penetrate the cloth, but instead have their kinetics splattered outward and also the colors shift to the mood of the wearer. You can make it camouflage if you like. We worried that human sizes made dispensing millions of these uniforms impractical compared to making an adjustable size. Try one on." The Master of Design was not offended, but stood his ground, his hair puffing up making him look sophisticated and official. His whiskers twitched handsomely at the end and he gave a prolonged blink.
"They still look silly, why so many frills?" Pharlie chuckled.
"That's enough of that." Conner sighed.
The humans were about to leave and board their ship when Conner spotted an ancient mech standing next to the star port.
"What's that?" he asked.
"The tomb of Drastic Conner Mcfarley, the mech knight who defended our world, surprising a lone scout of the Dark Beings and engaging it in single one-on-one combat, saving our world. Drastic Conner Mcfarley died in his mech during the battle. The scout retreated and left us unharmed." The Master of Design said.
"Why'd it leave?" Conner asked, but recalled what his clan father had done. He awaited the answer he knew:
"Drastic Conner Mcfarley disarmed it, but left its capacity to retreat intact. It is believed he deliberately used this measure of engagement, in order to ensure the enemy would not retaliate by bombarding our world. When one of them dies, the world they die on gets destroyed. He might have survived the battle if he'd just killed it when he had the chance. We know this. He sacrificed himself to save us."
"That's right." Conner nodded. He and Pharlie felt solemn, realizing how far their journey had taken them, all the way to where it had began for them. "We're him, and we won't let you down."

Ok married people - I have an issue and want to get everyone’s vote on this…
My now husband (M 50) was working for a company that moved their headquarters to Stamford, CT and made the announcement to layoff everyone 4 months after we started dating. He chose not to apply for a similar job located in CT & has forsaken his career to be with me (which we are now married). I told him that everything was going to be ok and I’ll take care of the household bills and he cook, clean & do yard work while I work. Seems fair & I was ok with it
My husbands career has picked up and has been traveling a lot and is now making a decent living. Last night I told him that now he has an income that I’d like for him to start paying for some of the household expenses.
So here’s the question - should he be helping pay for some of the household bills now that he has an income or not?
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Hello! I love reading everyone’s posts and have been lurking for a few weeks now. I need some help.
My partner and I have one child in elementary school and are a one income family working remotely. One of us is disabled and so we will likely never be two income and only own one car so money is tight, but not strapped. We can live anywhere in the US.
We currently live in Oregon but have lived in KY, IN, TN, NV, SC as well. We are hoping for a small town vibe, near a college is great (because we love theater, orchestra, lectures), with at least purple vibe leaning blue. We are liberal voting, gun friendly (for sport not NRA extremists),non-religious, environment conscious, pro vaxxers. I’m putting all that out there to paint a picture-not looking to debate.
Im worried that our current town is very conservative and in the year or so living here I have come to realize that a few churches pretty much run everything. We’re lonely and want like minded friends.
One issue is housing. Max budget on house buying is $300k and that isn’t going far in Oregon. We’re okay to rent but want to own soon. Also, we aren’t religious and would love to have a community that isn’t completely about churches but we also really want to be part of and contribute to a community.
Also, due to disability good healthcare will need to be within an hour.
Towns I’ve travelled to and considered:
-Athens, OH -Asheville NC -Boone, NC -Berea, KY -Ashland, OR -Kansas City surrounding area -Ann Arbor MI or surrounding area -Western coastal MI
I know nothing about the NE but have lived or travelled everywhere else. Open to suggestions. We have friends in CT who love it and are like minded to us but it seems expensive.
In summary:
-decent schools that don’t limit what is in the library 🙄 -purple/blue vibe -not overly religious but some is fine -near water (lake, river, ocean) - would love to be able to own a house with a yard to garden
Edited to add- would love a community with diversity. We are white but both grew up in diverse areas and want the same for our child. Oregon is very very white and we find that off putting.
I’m also happy to answer any questions about the states I’ve lived in. I’ve travelled extensively.

I wanted to share my experience with the entire Carvana package now that our car is paid off and all monetary transactions with them are over.
This will get long, as it started in 2019.
We bought our 17' Rogue from Carvana in April of 2019. I was researching vehicles for close to 3 months before finally pulling the trigger on this particular model. It was about 34k miles, 2.5 years old, located in Illinois. I liked the geographic area for chances the vehicle hadn't seen a lot of snow for the first 2 years of it life as Carfax activity showed it was most likely in the southern part of the state.
I also chose this specific Rogue as the VIN indicated the vehicle was made in South Korea, as opposed to Tennessee. The difference is all Rogues made in South Korea received engines and CVT's from Japan, while US made models had engines from Japan or US, and CVT's from Mexico which was a no go for me. I will also go one more and state Korean labor for assembly is far more disciplined than what you find in the US and especially mexico. Fun fact for those still paying attention - The Nissan Rogue's that have the flat Nissan logo on the grille behind smoked plastic were made in South Korea. They stopped production there in early 2020.
What interested me in Carvana was-

1. Buying a car is the sleaziest most frustrating process from a dealer
   
2. I could hand pick from an inventory of cars across the country willing to pay for delivery
   
3. They offered me 500 dollars off the final price of a car in a letter campaign, as they were still growing
   

I started looking over inventory for a month, and decided to sign up and go for the soft credit pull to see what terms Carvana would offer. I was prequalified for a used car loan through my credit union, so I wanted to see Carvana's terms would be. The loan and term tools were pretty damn cool at the time, you could just jiggle those sliders and almost completely tailor a lending solution to fit your needs.
After the soft credit pull and a single pay stub, Carvana pre-approved me for any car up to 90k, with zero money down. I laughed. Hard. I had decent credit but wasnt going to bury myself.
After I settled down to a few models, I worked through the trade-in portion of the site, and found it was real easy to get a quote to trade in our 2005 Escape XLT which was a great car, but in Ford fashion the frame was rotting away. I had a fair offer for the trade in, described it honestly.
We also opted for the SilverRock warranty. Nissan, CVT, etc.
The big sale!
After watching how quickly some cars came and went early on, I got everything I needed for the trade in. Scan of the title, picture of the milage, car pictures. We were putting 2k down on the car, so the cash was waiting in my account, ready for transfer or cashier check if we were going to go with Carvana final loan offer.
The day I pulled the trigger on our Rogue, the entire process took all of 20 minutes. I was amazed, and honestly thought at the time "This should be illegal for how easy that was".
The offer for Carvana finance was within a couple tenths of my credit union, so I opted to simplify the process and go with them. Carvana performed a hard pull on my credit, confirmed the terms, and required confirmation from my bank that the money for deposit was in my account. I provided my bank login credentials and the process was done in minutes.
I had to provide a copy of my license and items related to the trade in, and it was done, in literally 20 minutes. I wondered if I was making a mistake..
It was an amazing deal, every dealer in the area was selling the same model for well over 2k of what we paid, so the SilverRock warranty was pretty much free after the additional 500 discount off the final price of the car.
Delivery - Trade in!
It was delayed. Twice. Pretty disappointing. Some pretty lame excuses. Honestly I should have expected a reasonable delivery date as the I knew the car I bought was 1500 miles away, but Carvana makes unrealistic delivery promises and is my biggest gripe regarding them.
When delivery day finally came, the Rogue was everything I had hoped it would be. While on the delivery truck I asked to inspect the undercarriage, and the driver was super friendly and allowed me to take my time. I looked it all over, looking for rust, oil leaks, you name it and I found nothing nothing, including nothing suspect like it had been cleaned. It was a 2-ish year old car with light dirt and surface rust where you would expect.
Once the Rogue was unloaded I was free to look it over with a fine comb, pop the hood, check the fluids, look for dents and dings, paint issues, interior issues, you name it. I found nothing major, just some minor things like paint polish slag in small corners and what not. Interior was very clean and detailed.
While I was looking over the Rogue, the delivery driver was loading the trade-in. He took some pictures, verified the mileage, checked the "check engine" light was off and started loading it on his truck.
I live in Massachusetts with very strict license and registration requirements. A few days before the delivery, someone from the Danvers site reached out to me about the registration details. I was transferring the plates from the trade in and they were finalizing the paperwork. I was provided the new registration, and the delivery driver had the new registration in hand so we could just put the plates on the Rogue and be ready to roll.
I took the Rogue for a 20 minute test drive, signed off on the purchase and trade. Driver headed off with the trade in and that was it. Carvana never called or questioned what they gave me for the trade.
Post delivery!
The very next day I brought the Rogue to work, I work in transportation/logistics and my site has ASE mechanics that I know very well. I asked him to go over the Rogue with the white glove and let me know if they think anything is wrong, as I have 6 days to return the car. They did so and they didnt find anything, just amazed at how clean the undercarriage, engine, and fluids were.
If I didn't have access to an ASE certified mechanic in this situation that I really trusted, I would have paid for a purchase inspection from a Nissan dealer. I did pay for the trusted inspection, just not in dollars lol.
After the personal vehicle inspection, my wife and I took off for a long weekend road trip roaming the White mountains of New Hampshire. Three days across many miles that easily blew out the initial vehicle 7 day warranty mileage. The Rogue was amazing through the mountains getting a ridiculous 30mpg through the entire trip. I wasn't concerned as people I trust cleared the car, and I also had the SilverRock warranty to cover the rest..
Speaking of warranty..
SilverRock!
The first, and pretty much only issue with the Rogue, was at about 48k miles. Massachusetts has a comprehensive yearly vehicle inspection program. At about 48k miles, the Rogue failed inspection for a bad inner tie rod, passenger side. Contacted SilverRock, and they gave me the local network shop here in Massachusetts, Monro.Monro is a regional repair shop here in MA with many locations. I take the Rogue to them and they diagnose that indeed the passenger side inner tie rod has gone bad. Repair tech states he has never seen one go bad on a Nissan at the current mileage.
The service manager starts looking around for the parts, called about 5 places, then calls a Nissan dealer. The Nissan dealer informs him the inner tie rod is not available for the 17, the only way to to repair the defect is replace the entire electric steering rack which comes with the inner and outer tie rods complete.
I call SilverRock with the service manager. I provide my name and vehicle make, SilverRock knows who I am right away. SilverRock rep asks whats wrong, service manager laid it down. SilverRock rep transfers us to a manager, manager asked about a few more details and then asked the service manager of Monro to send the estimate.
I get a call from the manager of Monro the next day, he said he went back and forth with SilverRock for about 20 minutes and got the entire job covered, throwing in a free front end alignment, for 1500 dollars using a genuine Nissan OEM steering rack.
SilverRock paid everything but the 100 dollar deductible. I picked up the Rogue 2 days later, paid 100, and went back for inspection. It passed.
Anyone reading this that knows about car repair, an inner tie rod costs maybe 150 dollars OEM. The fact it wasn't available and they had to replace the entire rack was absurd, yet they did it with a new OEM rack. At the time SilverRock could have required a rack used from a salvage yard, but they didn't.
I have nothing but positive things to say about SilverRock.
Bridgecrest!!
The silent partner.
I have NEVER spoken to someone at Bridgecrest. I have never called them. They have never called me.
I have NEVER emailed Bridgecrest. They have emailed me every single month for the life of my loan, after making a payment.
They fronted me the money, and expected it back. I paid it back, as expected. On time.
5 stars, and they will return the favor on my credit now that the loan is clear.
WHY YOUR MILEAGE MAY VARY
Do your homework - buying a car is a capital investment in your future that loses money. You need a car to be reliable for your job, your family, your life. You need to spend money on a regular basis to keep that car reliable, on top of your car payment.
Know your budget - Dont fall for finance traps. Only buy what you can comfortably afford, again, owning a car costs you more money than what's on the final loan payment.
Get your car inspected ASAP - Pay a dealer for a purchase inspection. Schedule it ahead of time. Inform Carvana of the issues within 3 days of delivery and ask them to pick up the car. Carvana will make the car right, as they dont want to take the car back from qualified buyers. Keep on top of them until the car is what was expected.
Why Carvana may be bad for you
You have bad credit - Better know what you are signing on for. The majority of complaints in this sub are from people that have bad credit, cant read, and cant learn from past mistakes. Thats a personal problem, not a Carvana problem.
Closing
Aside from some delays in delivery, We have had an amazing 5 year journey with Carvana and associated companies. Our Rogue is now at over 100k miles and still drives and looks like new. We perform all maintenance as required, without question.
Living in MA, the last 5 years our Rogue has taken us thousands of miles over the White Mountains of New Hampshire, all through the Mountains of Maine, and multiple trips to Canada to visit the iconic Niagara Falls.
My wife travels every day for work, and the Rogue is her daily driver putting 3k miles on the clock every 2.5 months. We change the oil every 3k miles, perform the required CVT services at the dealer, and keep the tires rotated every 8K.
The tires that came on the Rogue from Carvana were in fact new, but the kind of tires that have a 30k mile treadwear warranty. The first snowy New England day we slipped through a stop sign in light snow, the next week we replaced the tires all around with BF Goodrich Advantage TA sport tires and the Rogue has been amazing in the snow ever since.
After getting our Rogue, my coworker was so impressed he bought not 1, but 2 cars from Carvana. Bastard got both cars delivered on time, on the same day, from different parts of the country.. I was so jealous lol. His cars had some minor issues, but Carvana took car of them.
My daughter bought a Nissan as well from Carvana. It had a few front end issues, but ultimately was taken care of through constant communication with Carvana during the 7 day test drive.
Will I use Carvana again? Yes.
Will it be soon? Not really.
Our other car is a Hyundai and running strong.
Hope some of my diatribe will be useful to anyone considering Carvana as usually is all bad mouth drival posted here.

"Help Jamal Amir rescue his Ballas contact King Tiny and steal an Übermacht Cypher with a limited-edition Los Santos Panic vanity plate in The Gangbanger Robbery to unlock the option to claim this vehicle as your own."

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"Help Jamal Amir rescue his Ballas contact King Tiny and steal an Übermacht Cypher with a limited-edition Los Santos Panic vanity plate in The Gangbanger Robbery to unlock the option to claim this vehicle as your own."

• The Gangbanger Robbery: Übermacht Cypher – claimable\*
• The Duggan Robbery: Pfister Neon
• The Podium Robbery: Albany Brigham

\* PC still has the bug where the special plates from claimed vehicles will not save
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Previous Weekly Update

(First of all, this is not a rant, come have a laugh at my woes)
Yesterday, the game won. I've never seen a game actively want me to stop playing it, but that was because of something I did without knowing it would resust in the most frustrating 4 hours of my life in a game.
A little backstory: I only actively started playing during 3.23. Before that, I probably played around 6 or so hours, so there's a lot of things about the game that I don't know about. That being said...
As someone that likes trading in space sims, I started my day by doing that. I don't have a trading ship, but just before 3.23, someone gave me 2M credits so I've bought a Vulture. I took it because my alternative is a Mustang Alpha....
I've tried to go to Jumptown to buy some cargo, but couldn't make a route. I've got slightly frustrated until I realized it's not supposed to be a "know" place, you have to manually find it. After about half an hour looking and opening and closing the map dozens of time to see if I was going in the right direction, I found it, bought the mere 12 SCU of cargo and left to Brio's Breaker Yard, which wasn't far.
Before going that, I've managed to snag a Clean Up mission, which I went on and did in order to get some RMC. Managed to get 1.96 units, almost enough for 2 boxes.
I landed at BBY, but the computer didn't say "Landing complete". "Odd, but sound is usually wonky, so no biggie" I thought, right before heading to the terminal to sell the cargo, not knowing I had just triggered a chain reaction of annoying events.
I've sold the cargo as intended. Went back to the ship, to then realize I landed on top of a small rock, which tilted my ship to the front. As some of you may know, the ladder in the Vulture is not working lately apparently, so the only way to get in the ship is through the back through the cargo bay, buuuuut since it's tilted forward, the cargo bay is too high for me to each. I could open the cargo door, and with a running jump, I could hit my shoulds on the ramp, but the character doesn't actually grab it and pulls himself up, so I couldn't get in. I've tried getting up in the ship "arms" in the front as well, but nothing worked. Eventually I died of something while trying to get in, I think of dehydration.
Woke up at Grim Hex, claimed the Vulture back, went back to BBY to get my stuff (I had some nice armor and weapons). When arriving there, roughly 15 minutes after I died, I found my body there, and my "old" Vulture on top of the rock. Here, I've made the decision that would destroy my afternoon. "That ship has almost 2 units of RMC, I'm gonna shove it and use it instead. Almost 30K worth of material, can't pass it up" (I'm new and poor, don't judge, 30K is a lot for me). So that's what I did, I shoved it a bit, went down, got all my stuff from my body, and jumped into the old Vulture which had RMC on it, and went on my way to other clean up missions in order to get more RMC.
After waiting for a bit, I've managed to snag one. It was an Andromeda. No biggie, went there, everything went as expected. Then I managed to snag a Hammerhead clean up mission, which I know it's not possible to Fracture using the Vulture, but would give nice RMC.
Just before leaving the Andromeda, a bunch of red markers appeared on my HUD. Players? The police? That never happened before while doing these missions, but I knew law enforcers could arrive, at least on risky salvage missions. I never saw it happening on clean up missions.
I've got hit twice, but managed to jump away torwards the Hammerhead. I've noticed that my quantum drive was calibrating SUPER slowly now, presumably because of the missiles I got hit with. Annoying, but no biggie.
Arrived at the hammerhead, filled up in RMC, made 13 boxes, kept scraping it, another 13 boxes. "Holy crap, that's gonna be a NICE payout". I then tried to leave my ship to see if the HH had anything useful, but the "Open" prompt on the canopy wasn't showing. I thought maybe the missiles broke it somehow (Again, new to the game, don't know if that's a thing). I got worried because there wasn't enough space in the back to leave through the cargo door, but thinking it was because of the hits I took, landing and repairing the ship would fix it.
So on I went to Orison. As usual, it took me around 10 minutes to find the place where I was supposed to land, but eventually I found it.
Then I repaired and refueled my ship, only to see I still couldn't open the door.
"Crap... what now?", and to make things worse, my hydrations levels were on 28%. Not great.
Made my way through the back of the ship, trying everything I could to reach the "Open door" button and leave through the cargo door. Crouching, jumping, running, moving the boxes, anything I could do. After becoming one with the boxes a few times, I've reached the button and managed to press it, just to find out the door wouldn't open either and I was locked inside the ship.
"Oh FFS..." I thought, before complaining about it in chat. Some people recommended doing a power cycle on the ship and some other stuff, which required me to "unbug" my way back to the cockpit, which took a bit of time. I've created some new keybinds for stuff like Eject and Unlock all dors, but nothing was working. I couldn't open the outside doors of the ship. By that time, my hydration levels were at 9%.
I was pissed because I was going to miss a payout of roughly 400K because of a bug of some sort, so I rage pressed everything I could on my keyboard. hoping something would happen and I would show up outside the ship.
Now bear in mind - I'm using a big monitor (5120x1440), but since I only have a 3060, it's impossible to play on that resolution, so I was playing on 2560x1440 and keeping a steady 50-60 fps. On that "rage" where I pressed a bunch of keys, I've put the game on full screen, which bumped the resolution to the max and I wasn't managing to get it back down for some reason. When I finally did, the HDR on my monitor was all messed up. Game was fine, and the rest of the windows opened on the background was SUPER dark. To make things worse, game went down to the 20fps zone and wouldn't go back up.
On a last effort, I ran back to the cargo bay to do the same thing and press many keys. Miraculously, IT WORKED, and I was on the floor below my ship.
"OH YEAH LET'S GOOOOOO" I went, to then realize I couldn't run. I could hold Shift, my BPM would go up to the 180s, but my speed wouldn't change. Thought it was the mouse wheel thing, didn't work.
So there I was, not able to run, and playing with like 18fps. SLOWLY making my way to the TDD. Luckily I managed to buy a few drinks just outside the hangar so I wouldn't dehydrate.
I've arrived at the TDD, and lo and behold, my ship wasn't showing up on the terminal. Obviously I went "Pff, servers laggy as usual", so I've waited. And waited. And it wouldn't show up. "Maybe it's too far from the terminal and the game isn't detecting it?" (I never sold on Orison so I didn't know if that was the case), so I SLOOOOOWLY made my way back to the ship. Magically, the cargo door now worked as intended, and so did the canopy door when I checked a bit alter.
I then flew all the way to Area18. I've sold cargo on the TDD there before so I knew it would work. IT WOULD WORK, RIGHT?
I've arrived, managed to normally leave the ship, but was still crawling, both on my legs and in FPS. Again, made my way to the TDD aaaaand... the ship wasn't showing. Got more annoyed, crawled back to my ship.
"I'll try to sell it at Samson & Son's Salvage Center since it doesn't have a landing pad. Maybe it's bugged... on the cities"
Arrived there, ship wouldn't show up at the terminal either.
At this point, I've been wanting to leave the game for like 3 hours, but obviously not before selling all my cargo, so I was super frustrated.
Then it clicked - "Does the game consider this ship as stolen or something like that since I claimed another one, and that's why it's not showing up on the terminals?"
"Ok fine, I'll make my way back to Brio's Breaker Yard, maybe the Vulture I claimed is still there after 3ish hours. I'll just swap the cargo to it and then sell it there", since at this point I didn't want to make all the Orison thing again.
Arrived there, obviously my ship wasn't there. "Ok fine, I'll die here, claim ANOTHER Vulture, come here and THEN swap the cargo and sell it".
I couldn't place my geaitems on the inventory, BUT I'VE DIED BEFORE ON THE SAME PLACE AND MANAGED TO GET EVERYTHING BACK, IT'S FINE.
So I died, claimed another Vulture, hopped on it, went back to BBY, to find out my body wasn't nowhere to be seen.
At this point, I was extremely annoyed. "FINE, I'LL GO TO THE STATION AND BUY A MULTITOOL AND A TRACTOR BEAM ATTACHMENT AGAIN". Got up there, bought both, equipped both.
Got back in the ship, requested take off. Game immediatelly goes "You're trespassing. Leave in 20 seconds or your vehicle will be impounded, while slowly opening up the doors. I jam my way out of it out of sheer spite, and then the screen starts to fade out since the timer ran out, JUST as I cleared the landing zone in order to not be impounded.
Only for the game to remain completely black. I could open the menu, and see the options. I could fly the ship around and access the mobiglass, but those I couldn't see, because the screen was black.
As I'm about to explode in anger, I used Backspace to once again die and revive at Grim Hex since i have a multitool there, only to realize the screen still wouldn't go back to normal and would remain black, allowing me to do everything, but not allowing me to see anything.
I didn't even Alt + F4, i've straight up turned off my PC and took a cold shower, made some coffee and went to bed. I woke up still super angry, but that's life I guess.
TL;DR: I parked my ship wrong and got the most frustrating 4 hours of my life because I didn't know better.

A couple days ago I got hit hard when stopped to make turn, by a distracted teenager. We are both fine, thank god, but I’m not sure what to do now. I’ve never been in a car accident and my insurance is giving SUCH a hard time. This girl was obviously at fault. I have a witness to it, she wasn’t paying attention. It all happened so fast, the sheriff was less than a mile away when 911 was called and arrived in less than 5 minutes. I didn’t talk to the girl, the sheriff did. He asked me my name, birthday and IF I have insurance. He never took down my information regarding my insurance and never gave me her information. He gave me a crash number and said to pull it up online, but it can take 2-5 business days. My car is most likely totaled, sitting at the tow yard accruing fees, I went in and got assessed at urgent care and have a sprained elbow, and my insurance is pushing me to get this car out of the tow yard and assessed so that I can start repairs if it’s salvageable, AT MY EXPENSE! My policy doesn’t cover a rental car, I was told I need to pay for that, and my police doesn’t cover medical expenses (what the actual f????) and won’t be covered for that. When I initially started the claim and got a rep, he was absolutely amazing, told me they will push for that report asap, if they don’t get it in a timely manner that they have people that are allowed to call the sheriffs office and get the other party’s info to speed up getting me a rental and medical expenses covered, but they randomly assigned a new rep (less than 24 hours of claim being opened) and the new rep says that this is all false. I had a few choice words for him when he called and was pushing for me to use MY coverage, and trying to rush everything, while in the same breath saying this stuff takes time and to be patient (especially when I requested a rental because my car is not drivable). What the hell do I do? I have no car to get to work or my children to school/daycare, my elbow hurts like a mother and I cannot get this girls information at all!!

My recent experience with Dubizzle has been nothing short of a nightmare, characterized by incompetence, mismanagement, and a blatant disregard for customer satisfaction.
It all began when I entrusted Dubizzle to facilitate the sale of my car. Despite agreeing on a sale price of 25K AED, Dubizzle's commission amounted to a staggering 2,100 AED, which was deducted as a "succession fee." However, the transaction quickly unraveled when the buyer discovered issues with the odometer and backed out. Subsequently, the buyer agreed to purchase the car for 18K AED.
What adds insult to injury is the misguided advice given by Dubizzle's sales agent. I was convinced that conducting the local transfer from Sharjah to Dubai would save both time and money, despite the buyer needing to collect the car from Dubai. As a result, I was forced to travel to Sharjah for the local transfer, incurring additional expenses of around 320 AED, when a tow truck would have cost only 150 to 200 AED.
In an attempt to salvage the situation, Dubizzle agent said they could request to waive off the succession fee, and the buyer would pay me 18K for the car. However, until they received approval from management, they would keep the car in their yard, as it couldn't be driven due to no plate, insurance, and registration, despite us already completing the transfer from Sharjah to Dubai.
However, this fleeting solution soon turned into another debacle when the buyer backed out again, leaving me stranded with a car I couldn't register under my name.
Dubizzle's negligence became glaringly apparent when I attempted to register the car, only to discover that the mortgage from the buyer (who backed out) was still active, rendering the registration process impossible.
Despite assurances from Dubizzle, the resolution of this issue remains elusive, with no concrete timeline provided for when the mortgage will be cleared. In the meantime, I am left in limbo, unable to drive the car and burdened with the additional inconvenience and uncertainty.
Dubizzle's lack of accountability and failure to uphold basic standards of professionalism have made this entire ordeal a harrowing experience. As a platform that purports to facilitate seamless transactions, Dubizzle has fallen woefully short, leaving customers like myself stranded in a quagmire of incompetence and mismanagement.
In conclusion, I cannot in good conscience recommend Dubizzle to anyone seeking to buy or sell a car. The litany of issues I have encountered underscores the urgent need for Dubizzle to reassess its practices and prioritize customer satisfaction above all else.
Sincerely,
Muhammed

I plan on building a detached garage this summer. 22Wx30D 2x4 wall construction with a 16' garage door on the gable end. 9/12 pitch Attic trusses will be used with 2x8 bottom chord and 2x6 top chord. I am located in CT

 Here's my problem. I had plans approved showing 3.5" x 9.25" LVL used for a header with 2 Jack studs on each side, so 16' 6" long. My local lumber yard only stocks 1.75x9.5 LVL. So I double up and add 1/4", no big deal I thought. I go to order all my lumber and the counter guy says the code changed and on detached garages the header might need to go the full width of the building, 22' and to check with the town. I check with the town and they don't give me a straight answer on the length on my headers and are requesting load calcs in the different header (forteweb calcs). Ok, so I go back to the lumber yard and request them but they run them as a roof drop beam 22' wide and say I need two 1.75x11-7/8 LVL headers. 

So, I have two questions. Has anyone heard of detached garage door headers having to run the full width of the building, on a gable wall?
Secondly, for anyone familiar with forte web, is roof: drop beam the correct member for this calc or is wall: header correct?

I plan on building a detached garage this summer. 22Wx30D 2x4 wall construction with a 16' garage door on the gable end. 9/12 pitch Attic trusses will be used with 2x8 bottom chord and 2x6 top chord. I am located in CT

 Here's my problem. I had plans approved showing 3.5" x 9.25" LVL used for a header with 2 Jack studs on each side, so 16' 6" long. My local lumber yard only stocks 1.75x9.5 LVL. So I double up and add 1/4", no big deal I thought. I go to order all my lumber and the counter guy says the code changed and on detached garages the header might need to go the full width of the building, 22' and to check with the town. I check with the town and they don't give me a straight answer on the length on my headers and are requesting load calcs in the different header (forteweb calcs). Ok, so I go back to the lumber yard and request them but they run them as a roof drop beam 22' wide and say I need two 1.75x11-7/8 LVL headers. 

So, I have two questions. Has anyone heard of detached garage door headers having to run the full width of the building, on a gable wall?
Secondly, for anyone familiar with forte web, is roof: drop beam the correct member for this calc or is wall: header correct?

I plan on building a detached garage this summer. 22Wx30D 2x4 wall construction with a 16' garage door on the gable end. 9/12 pitch Attic trusses will be used with 2x8 bottom chord and 2x6 top chord. I am located in CT

 Here's my problem. I had plans approved showing 3.5" x 9.25" LVL used for a header with 2 Jack studs on each side, so 16' 6" long. My local lumber yard only stocks 1.75x9.5 LVL. So I double up and add 1/4", no big deal I thought. I go to order all my lumber and the counter guy says the code changed and on detached garages the header might need to go the full width of the building, 22' and to check with the town. I check with the town and they don't give me a straight answer on the length on my headers and are requesting load calcs in the different header (forteweb calcs). Ok, so I go back to the lumber yard and request them but they run them as a roof drop beam 22' wide and say I need two 1.75x11-7/8 LVL headers. 

So, I have two questions. Has anyone heard of detached garage door headers having to run the full width of the building, on a gable wall?
Secondly, for anyone familiar with forte web, is roof: drop beam the correct member for this calc or is wall: header correct?

There are many jobs and missions within the current business system which players hate and hope to avoid as the system is far too linear and fixed, Imagine if you could create a custom business with friends of what you enjoy doing. Taking the Biker MC heirachy into consideration for business terms, The main investor would be the CEO, over time your friends can buy into your business and become Vice Chairman, Head of a certain area ETC. This would make a lot better use of the current clan system too as the clan would in effect be an business employee list. I know theres probably a 1% chance of something like this happening but I am really hopeful that the businesses are much improved and not keeping the player being a small time criminal but actually rewarding you for spending the time and money and able to grow the business with friends. Pay for this could possibly be a reward for how well you have done and how many jobs/resupplies you have done per month (pay per month) This could be a very small or large chunk depending on how you have played.
Example - , you enjoy the Tow Truck, Salvage yard and car warehouse missions from GTA 5 Online, You and your friends would by a property and then fill it with what you want. You could buy a few tow trucks, multiple car lifts and make an area for fencing stolen cars like a dealership. Or you could buy multiple vans and trucks and start your very own haulage company

I have a 2011 GTI Autobahn with the DSG, transmission code MMA. We are trying to replace the transmission as it recently failed.
We bought a low(ish) mile replacement from salvage yard in NY, which they had listed on their website as code MMA, but when it was delivered, the trans shows code PBH and had a date stamp of 2016.
Upon calling the salvage shop, they insist it is cross compatible, but my local VW dealer could not confirm this and advised they would only use the correct code.
Can anyone confirm whether this transmission will work? Fifth digit of the VIN on my car is V.
I am considering asking them to sign a waiver honoring their own warranty as well as covering labor (and refunding our money) if it doesn't work.
Makes me livid that they wouldn't just list the transmission as it is actually stamped.

In March my car decided to blow a hose. This would be the 10th time I had taken it to a mechanic in the three years I've owned it. I've sunk $3k into a $6k car and I'm tired of it. It's a 2014 so I thought it would be reliable but it just isn't so I was either going to sell it as a salvage or to a junk yard. Both of my parents argued with me over it, saying I needed a car.
The thing is that I live in a very bikable and bike friendly city, so my plan was to sell the car in March and bike around until SeptembeOctober and get a new car then. I could save up and put a good $6k down on a $12k car and finance the rest (my credit score is 710 so it would be easy). Both of my parents rode my ass until I finally relented out of frustration and paid another $715 to get my car fixed.
Now it started over heating AGAIN and I took it to a new mechanic, one that my grandma recommended to me. The new mechanic said that the car is simply not worth putting anymore money into.
I told him about my plan from March and he said that it was a good plan and I should have done that.
Best part is that he said this right in front of my dad. Hopefully this means next time they will listen to me instead of just deciding I'm wrong, but it's probably (definitely) not going to happen.

Genocide looked to the sky. He thought of his mentor. The one who had saved him. He remembered his childhood. How powerless he was. He remembered the anger. He never wanted to hurt anybody. He thought of all the times he showed compassion. How much they hurt him for it. He saw the world before him, a graveyard. Humans. People that were supposed to be made in the image of some divine creator. They were but maggots feasting upon his remains. They ate away at his very being until nothing human remained. His thoughts were no longer his own. He had no joys in life that mattered. He hated humanity more than he could love anything about himself. He remember his first killing spree. Being gunned down by police. Left for dead. He remembered a hooded figure moving towards him. Getting closer the more he neared his death. He saw its pale face. Its impossibly black eyes. It was a man. This figure in question appeared to be of Japanese nationality with long, straight, loose hair. It emanated extreme malice. It offered him a choice. A purpose. Power. He thought the figure a reaper but it identified itself as Amakusa Masataka. Masataka guided him on how to kill and gave him specific locations to kill people in. In a sense, he became a hitman for quotas of people. He inquired what Masataka was. The presence of evil, his ability to appear and disappear at will, how he could control what people could see him and what people couldn't. While vague, years of killing for this being offered some insight. Amakusa Masataka belonged to a group of people not of this world. His people had been corrupted by a dark force long ago and had aligned themselves with the warlord who had subjugated their version of Japan. Their dark high priest assisted the warlord along with two others. These four rulers in turn served a larger order. The four were tasked with bringing about the end of the current world as an act of retribution for some fallen deity. Masataka's people acted as covert operatives for this empire. They were feared across the land and were collectively referred to as "Shinigami". An agent of the coming apocalypse, a servant of evil possessed by the will of those gods of death, Genocide would walk the earth.
Genocide stepped toward the station. A police cruiser rammed into him. He pulled out a knife and stabbed the hood of the car. The inhuman force of the knife created sparks which burst the engine into flames. The car crashed into a streetlight and exploded. A second cruiser neared the scene. No way a man could have done this. Yet still, out of the fires Genocide strode forth. It set upon the second vehicle, shooting out it's tires while jumping 9 feet into the air. The car tries to reverse but crashes into a wall. Genocide lands on the hood and kicks through the front window. Glass shatters under its boot, blinding the two officers inside. Genocide shoots one of the officers with a shotgun, killing him. The second officer in the passenger seat readies his pistol and takes aim. Only two shots fired, both directed at Genocide's head. It casually cocks its neck to avoid them. Then it grabs the officer's arm, breaking it. Genocide uses its free hand to grab the officer's head and bangs it into the dashboard no less than 5 times. The skull is shattered on the final impact. Genocide jumps off the car and continues on his mission.
Detective Evans speaks through a megaphone," This is your first and final warning. Stand down or we will use any and all means at our disposal to put you down." Genocide dropped its shotgun and raised its hands. A group of five SWAT team members rushed out the station, surrounding Genocide with riot shields. An officer accompanies them, edging behind the figure to apply handcuffs. Suddenly, Genocide springs to life , grabbing the officer behind him. He flips the officer over his head, slamming him into the pavement at his feet. Then Genocide stomps his head causing it to burst. Genocide drops a flash bomb from his coat sleeve, blinding the SWAT team as he draws his knife. He drives it into one SWAT member, the knife puncturing the shield and piercing his chest. Genocide kicks the corpse away withdrawing his knife. He goes to another, this time using the end of his boot toe in a rising kick to disarm their shield. He grabs them by the throat and drives the knife slowly into their eye socket. Another is tackled to the ground and beaten to death despite still being under the shield. Another is picked up and thrown into the fires still burning from the first auto incident. In no time, Genocide stood before an indistinguishable mass of gore, blood streaking across his black leather outfit. He laughed" So this is all you can give me. I'm not entertained." Officers took aim from the station windows, and snipers did so from other rooftops. Genocide laughed maniacally as he was rained down upon from all sides by a hailstorm of bullets. His body convulsed, but he did not fall. Moments more and he was on his knees. Still though, their efforts were futile. Gracia looked out and saw a black mist coalescing around the man in black. His blood. Blood erupted from his body only to transform into this dark mist that reentered his wounds. Genocide screamed. No. It was just an elevated pitch in his laughter. Optimism failed everyone yet again. Gracia saw Genocide holding something in his right hand. She could only make out a beeping red light. Genocide pushed the button triggering the carefully concealed explosives he laid in preparation for this event. C4 explosives went off in all the places he saw fit. The sniping posts he couldn't reach. The assault of lead lightened. Then Genocide drew an RPG from...somewhere. He collected himself and fired at the station's entrance. The explosion shook the station. From inside, the lights began to flicker. Communications were down on all fronts. Had he modified the rocket with some type of EMP? Not good. Amisdst the confusion Genocide entered using smoke bombs to mask his presence. Moving like a shadow, he killed everyone in the lobby silently with his knife. He made his way to the holding cells. Still they chanted. Still they praised. Still they raved for the arrival of genocide. Genocide shot the lock opening the cell. Jim Jimenez walked out and bowed before his master. Genocide smiled. He couldn't have imagined how proficient he had gotten with possession. Well, not quite possession. He had known of the Shinigami's ability to share their thoughts and emotions with humans. Shinigami like his mentor were ancient. They had so many years of memories, such strong a hatred for life that they overwhelmed the personality of the victim. The victim sees themselves as one of them. Shinigami can't force the will of the victim, so they find those who are already similar to them in some way. Genocide found the collective universal distrust of police to be a prime sentiment to capitalize on. He armed the inmates, infecting them with samples of his own dark essence.One particular inmate caught Genocide's eye. He knew the man's work. An arsonist. The one whom he recalls was responsible for blowing up his first car way back in high school. Rather than a standard firearm, Genocide gave the man a random assortment of grenades containing a special surprise. Genocide showed them visions of anarchy, of sending a message to a society that used and disregarded them. While this was also true of how he felt, years of living in darkness had changed him. He needed no purpose. No end goal. No justification. He just wanted to watch the world burn.
Genocide's small army broke off to engage several different wings of the station. Genocide went to the security room. He found Wayne, his informant, playing some FPS on one of the monitors. Wayne took of his headphones and asked," You kill everyone yet?" Genocide responded," No. You should get going before that happens. Your life becomes fair game if I run out of pigs to cook." Wayne clapped his hands, "Aight, GC my man, say less." He packed his things and left. Genocide drew a twin pair of handguns and laid waste to the station. He followed a group that took cover in the men's restroom. Kicking open multiple stalls he was surprised to find...nothing. Where had they gone? He turned around and saw his mentor, Masataka, smiling at him. It looked like him. Long, dark hair, black clothing, and soulless, empty eyes. But it wasn't. It was Genocide's own reflection in the mirror. Genocide smiled. He didn't notice the changes at first. They must have happened gradually. Subconsciously. From the final stall, an officer sprung into action, rushing Genocide, hitting him point blank with a shockgun round. Genocide felt the tingling sensation electrifying his body and grew numb. In spite of the pain, he took a single step. Then, another. He came within striking range of the officer and snatched the shockgun. Two more officers erupted from another stall, battering him with baton strikes. Genocide felt nothing. He clutched the shockgun in his hand like a bat and went to work pulverizing his attackers. An officer kicked in the bathroom door, a woman holding a pistol. She fired multiple times to no effect. Genocide stood covered in blood. He even let her reload. Twice. He wanted to see her despair. Her hopelessness. He walked towards her, shrugging off bullets as they pierced his body. His wounds healed nigh instantly due to the dark essence he had been imbued with. He held her face with both hands, lifting her body off the ground. As she screamed, he used her head to shatter the restroom mirror, running down the full length of it while smashing her into it at several points. He dropped the remains of what he held, washed his hands with soap, dried them, then exited the restroom.
The inmates that rallied for the cause of genocide attacked the station. Fortunately, they were nowhere near Genocide in terms of power and only carried one type of firearm each. They shared his healing ability but could be killed quite easily. Gracia encountered a sniper on the end or a west wing hallway. Other officers waited behind corners unable to get close. Gracia noticed the faulty lighting. In this hallway, the lights flickered in intervals of 3 seconds. Finding a pattern and timing her movements, she rushed the sniper at the exact moment the lights went out. Running the length of the hall, Gracia zigzagged, dodging the sniper inmate's bullets. She jumped on a wall, ran 3 feet on it, then kicked off it, pouncing on the assailant. She fired five shots into him, making sure to hit the brain and the heart. Two severe injuries that were impossible for Shinigami essence to heal simultaneously. Elsewhere, Evans took on another escaped inmate. A vehicular arsonist named Carson. Carson had a bag filled with an assortment of different grenades and was happily giving them out like candy on Halloween. "A flash bang here, a bit of tear gas there. Oh. Wait! Was that an ice grenade? Did the explosion freeze your leg to the floor? Whoops. Maybe a fire grenade will melt that for you. Hold on let me get one fore you," Carson rambled gleefully. Evans looked at the carnage before him. Officers burning. Officers partially frozen in blocks of ice. He took a breath and aimed his wristgun. He steadied his right forearm. Carson readied to throw a random grenade. Evans shot it the moment it left Carson's hand. The grenade exploded directly in front of Carson. Both Evans and Carson looked at each other in shock. Confetti. A party grenade? Carson quickly fumbled for another but was tackled and restrained by several officers. Meanwhile in the South wing, Lary had some colleagues set a trap for another shotgun toting inmate. He had them bait the inmate and flee. Giving chase he turned a corner and ran straight into Lary's fist. The inmate recovered and motioned to shoot Lary. "Let's tango. " Lary gave the code word. Nearby officers activated a device. A signal jammer of sorts. The inmate shoved the barrel of his gun into Lary's gut and pulled the trigger. Nothing. The special signal jammer in question was designed for firearms. It was a last resort as it left officers just as defenseless. Lary was having fun. He boxed the inmate in hand to hand combat. Despite the inmate's enhanced strength, Lary's technique pulled through. Lary ducked under one of the inmate's wide punches and did some type of rising uppercut where he jumped off the ground while spinning. One of the other officers whispered" The rising dragon." Lary smiled giving a thumbs up" Yeah, it was a rising dragon uppercut. Saw it in one O my kid's vidya games. Thought I'd try it out while I'm jacked on adrenaline".
Jim Jimenez looked long and hard at himself in the mirror. He was in the women's restroom. Some brainless woman had broken the men's restroom mirror with her face. For the first time in a long while Jim could think clearly. He was becoming sane. At the least he was no longer a raving lunatic. The life essence of the dark gods had healed the wounds to both his body and his mind. He saw his face, his scraggly dirty beard. He found a razor and shaved. He trimmed his beard somewhat. He liked it. He washed his hair. It fell down his face like silk, no longer greasy. His bloodshot eyes once burning with crazed intensity had cooled. He blinked. Just for a second, he saw the man known as Genocide. The man that attacked him. The one that killed him and gave him new life. The drug dealers. The police. They were all the same in his eyes now. They were all to blame for the world being what it is. Jim wanted to hate them. He wanted to take revenge, but he felt nothing. It didn't matter. He knew he was wronged, could logically justify acting against them, but he just didn't care anymore. About anything. He was finally free. Sensing his presence was no longer needed here, Jim vanished into the night. He needed to find someone who had had the answers he needed. Himself. Who had he been? Who was he now? Who could he become? Where was he going? So many questions to ponder indefinitely. So much time left in the rest of his life.
Genocide ran down the station's halls raining hailstorms of bullets upon its occupants. He had a handgun in each hand as well as a wristgun on each wrist. This effectively gave him 4 separate firearms that he could use simultaneously. Lary regrouped with Gracia, Evans, and a handful of others. They radioed all surviving officers near Genocide to flee to the roof. This plan had been set in motion days before the assault and had been kept hidden from most of the force. The plan involved scheduling flights for several helicopters to arrive at some point after Genocide arrived. There would be no way for him to prepare for them and pre-scheduling their arrival ensured they arrived regardless of if they were called or not. Lary and the others set about preparing the second jamming device. Genocide stood among a hallway of bodies. He saw one man clinging to life trying to crawl away. He decided on trying that other thing he saw his master do. He grabbed the dying man and pinned him to the wall. Slowly he drove a knife into his chest. As the man's life slipped away, something else entered his body. Genocide channeled a small amount of his essence into the vessel. He had steadily done this with other casualties around the station whose bodies were somewhat salvageable. He dropped the body he was holding and looked upon the others. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his eyed were black, both sclera and iris. The scene before him changed. Genocide had a vision. He saw a dead gray wasteland littered with bodies. These people however weren't cops and wore traditional Japanese attire. In his hand wasn't a gun or knife but a short sickle akin to a farming tool. He heard a dark voice call out to him. Slowly, the corpses around him began to rise, now mere puppets bound eternally to their master's whim. The bodies sold to the reaper who had claimed their lives. Genocide's vision ended. His eyes had returned normal. Around him, dead cops began to rise. His dark essence had entered their bodies and reanimated them. He sent his dead army to attack the officers fleeing to the roof of the station. These zombies swarmed the stairwell giving chase to the few survivors. There were five of them. They had two flights of stairs to climb and a horde of their former colleagues close behind them. One officer tripped and was set upon by the horde. The zombies didn't bite them but held them firmly in place. The other four officers stared down wondering what to do. They could hear Genocide chuckling. They could hear humming. They could feel the temperature rising. Their colleague and the two zombies holding him were hit by an enormous green fireball. Genocide had fired a Magnum Opus and had charged the bullet to level 3. The Magnum Opus was simply a magnum that shot fireballs, with bullets that could be charged by holding down the trigger. It had three levels of charges. Level 1 was a small reddish ball of plasma. Level 2 was slightly larger and yellow. Level 3 was the maximum charge and resulted in a large slow moving green blast of energy. The officer was ignited and Genocide watched gleefully as the force of the blast sent him flying through a wall. The four officers continued up firing occasionally to slow down the zombies. Soon they made it to a door leading to the roof. Before one officer could reach it, he was sniped by Genocide, a bullet to the head killing him instantly. The remaining three made it out. They regrouped with the others already there, 12 in total, including Lary, Evans, and Gracia. This would be their final stand. They just had to hold out until Genocide made it up there. They just had to keep Genocide occupied until the helicopters arrived. Genocide slowly ascended the stairs behind his horde. On the roof, the remaining survivors faced off against waves of the undead. Evans recognized the attackers. These zombies were being controlled by nanomachines. He heard the stories of several weapons encountered by soldiers on the battlefield. These creatures were called Metaldeads as they were reanimated via machines. They had been officially banned by most of the worlds' governments for being unethical. However, this did not stop the technology from being spread still between shady organizations, terrorists, etc. Evans wondered how Genocide got this form of nanotechnology. Evans long speculated that the dark essence used by most of the killers they encountered was a a form of nanotech however it was different from anything else he had seen or heard about. The dark essence seemed to be an amalgamation of other types of nanotech. Evans had to save his inquiries for later. He reloaded his wristgun and took aim at the approaching group of Metaldeads. Gracia steadied her handgun and shot two Metaldeads in the head. From the single door countless arms seemed to spill forth from the darkness. The other officers took turns firing in intervals. this allowed them to create a steady stream of fire where no more that three guns needed to be reloaded at once. The horde seemed to thin out over time as if they were making progress. In actuality, the Metaldeads were just making room for Genocide to enter. Genocide exploded in a sprint from the door. Everyone fired upon the killer. Genocide had now chosen a wrist mounted mini flamethrower to use as his weapon. He stormed past the oncoming bullets taking some damage, but refused to slow down. He unleashed a stream of fire that caught five of the officers in one fell swoop. Gracia fired five rounds into Genocide's face. He stumbled back. Lary took the chance to fire several mine gun bullets at Genocide's feet. The mines quickly detected his movement and exploded. In seconds, Genocide was on his back.
Staring at the night sky Genocide saw the moon. He reached for it. He called for the darkness to give him more power. His wounds began healing. In the sky he could hear the whirl of propellers. There were six helicopters in total. The first two had evacuated the survivors while the others stayed to engage Genocide. Genocide got up and unstrapped the sniper rifle from his back. He stood before the searchlights as a black silhouette, cornered but unwilling to back down. Lary stared down at him smiling. "Okay!" He shouted, "Let's Tango!" Upon this declaration the second jamming device was activated. Now, isolated on the roof, Genocide's guns couldn't be fired and the helicopters were out of range of the device. Now Genocide stood like a sitting duck. A helicopter fired a rocket. Genocide side stepped and grabbed it. He turned his body redirecting the rocket to hit another helicopter. As it exploded Genocide drew his knife and threw it at another helicopter. Behind the knife was such force that it shattered the helicopter window's glass, embedding itself in the pilot. This helicopter too went down where it exploded. "Holy clucknuggets!Did you see that!?" Lary said dumbfounded. Evans looked out the helicopter door he was in jaw open in shock. "There's no way." He collected himself quickly and radioed the remaining two helicopters to keep moving and to use their machineguns as much as possible. The helicopters reigned down upon Genocide tearing apart his body. Shreds of leather and darkened blood sprayed across the pavement of the roof. Gracia watched as Genocide's body was destroyed repeatedly as it tried to heal. Surely he had to stop at some point. After 10 minutes the helicopters had exhausted their cache of ammunition and soldiers opted to fire their own rifles and occasionally throw grenades. After about six minutes, they too had run out of bullets. Genocide stood unfazed. He had long since healed himself and now appeared intangible with gunfire seeming to pass through his body. His coat once ripped , now appeared whole though on closer inspection seemed to writhe. Gracia looked in horror as she remembered the tales her adopted father had told her. Tales he had in turn heard from his predecessors. Every so often officers had reported encounters with ghost like beings cloaked in a cloud of living dark mist. The beings were rumored to be responsible for the deaths of multiple people ranging from scientists, veterans, mafia, politicians, etc. They were seen near such crime scenes and even more shockingly appeared around several sites where suicides were committed. These beings were reportedly impervious to bullets and filled anyone who got near with an impending sense of dread. If Genocide was connected to them or somehow turning into one , there was little chance they would be able to defeat him. Gracia's fears were confirmed when she saw that Genocide's leather coat had been destroyed and he had replaced it with the dark mist coalescing from his own spilled blood. The dark mist, swirling, grew larger and several tendrils sprouted out from it. Gracia could briefly make out a figure standing next to Genocide. A hooded figure cloaked in the same black substance. The figure stared up at her with soulless, blackened eyes which seemed to beckon her to jump from the aircraft she was standing in. Compelling her to give in to the death that plagued the earth. Genocide kneeled to his master. The Shinigami, Masataka stared down at his disciple. "You have done a great service to us. Even now the sealed god stirs in its slumber. Its...Awakening will soon be upon us. It calls out for war. It begs for famine. It longs to continue its conquest. We are the death it so desires. The death that is necessary for this civilization to grow. Use the power that I have bestowed upon you. Finish the mission as you see fit." The Shinigami vanished and Genocide stood.Genocide stared at his hands. He remembered the first killing spree. He was on a bus. It stopped. A woman got on the bus and walked to the back smiling as she passed him. Something about her eyes unnerved him. They were so bright but something dark reflected inside them. He ignored the thought and put in his headphones. In minutes he had dozed off. He jumped awake. He looked around and froze in panic. All around him, everyone had been hacked to pieces. He saw the driver, actively being stabbed by a masked assailant. The mask, painted white with black eyeholes, stared back at him. It raised a finger over where its lips would be. Even under the expressionless visage, he could feel that same smile. He ran home that morning. He went to his room to find it destroyed. His posters, his computer, his tv, everything, had been ruined. He turned around and saw a man at the end of the hallway holding a sledge hammer. "The hell you been, boy?", his stepdad sneered. The man dropped his hammer and walked closer, veins pulsing with rage. He tried to explain how his car had caught fire forcing him to walk 4 miles to the nearest bus stop, but the man's fist was faster than his words. "Boy!Answer me when I talk to you!!" the man says as he backhands the taste out of the would be Genocide's mouth. He took that beating for several minutes before being left to stare at his ransacked room. He hated how his stepdad went out of his way to destroy the things he loved. Soon, another set of footsteps could be heard. It was his mother standing behind his locked door. She didn't knock, or say anything. She just stood there, doing nothing as always. He never knew if she came to talk to him or apologize. All he knew was that she could never bring herself to speak to or even acknowledge him. Maybe out of guilt or perhaps shame. A year or two later after he had had enough he ran away from home. Living out on the streets alone, without friends, or family, he would embark on countless killing sprees. These killings weren't of his own volition however. He was coerced by some corrupt officers from The Unit. They made him kill on their behalf. Sometimes they were protesters, sometimes they were drug dealers, other times, petty criminals they couldn't be bothered to process. It was routine for him to be used to kill entire houses of drug riddled addicts. During one such venture he entered a drug den, killing the dealer as instructed. He took out several junkies before turning to leave. A woman who survived her injuries clung to his heel begging him to stop. Looking down he aimed the handgun he was carrying at her head of long disheveled brown hair and fired. Feeling nothing, he kicked her body aside like trash when it hit him. Her face. This woman had been his mother. What was she doing in a place like this? He felt a shock of emotion. He wondered if she had always been like this, or had she changed after he left. He never made amends, but decided to stop killing from then on. The unit did not like that. Once it became apparent that he was no longer of use to them they started a manhunt to apprehend him with lethal force. They found him. They killed him. But he survived.
He remembered the girl on the bus. He remembered her eyes. Those of a sadistic killer. Still there was something else inside them. Something faint but deeper. So. Much. Sadness. Just like him. He felt the hatred begin to spread. His purpose, he decided, was to make all humans rot in the hell they created for him.
These people, he thought to himself, these living diseases, all needed to die. Their struggles, their problems, they spread like cancer to others. The only cure for humanity's sin, its collective wrongdoings, was genocide.
Around him, dark tendrils continued to form and expand, spinning in a vortex. Genocide pulled out two pistols. He squeezed the triggers to no effect. "As I see fit, huh? Hehe." He squeezed both guns in his hands, breaking them into pieces. He concentrated. In his hands, two more guns materialized now completely black due to being forged from the dark essence. Forged by his will. Immune to the jamming device that shut down conventional firearms. He raised his arms at each remaining helicopter and opened fire. Countless tendrils whipped out and slashed at his targets joining the dark essence bullets. It was chaos. Dark tendrils and bullets tore through every direction as Genocide spun and swirled around in 360 degrees firing randomly with purpose. A tendril pierced Gracia's right arm, another, her abdomen. She was however, fortunate, as the other passengers of her helicopter were dismembered. She barely had time to jump from the vehicle before it crashed. She fell 2 yards onto solid concrete. She felt immense pain as her right shoulder shattered on impact. She looked up to see Genocide's blade like appendages ripping through the other escape helicopters. She rolled onto her back and tried to steady herself. Within seconds her body began to repair itself. The nanocells inside her had saved her life but were now depleted. She would need another supplement lest she receive another fatal injury. The standard nanocells she and the others had were much less potent than those of the killers they faced. In truth, they had only minimal strength boosts being able to lift 5-8 more pounds than before and healing being limited to one or two fatal injuries so long as death didn't occur instantly. Gracia blacked out. She awoke the next morning in a hospital. There the doctors refilled her nanocells. She learned that the station had been left in ruins. Genocide had detonated some type of minature nuke following his rampage. He always blew up the stations as if to send a message. Gracia looked out the window thinking about why she became a cop. Twice her family had been murdered by them. Her biological family had been killed in an on record drug raid committed by a group of corrupt officers called The Unit. She had been adopted by another officer that arrived at the scene who found her as a child hiding in a closed. Sadly, he too was killed for trying to expose the activities of The Unit. Gracia joined the force to avenge both losses and bring justice to the killers that disguised themselves as normal people. Law enforcement was neither good, nor bad. It depended upon the people that made it up. In the dying corrupt world Gracia lived in, she vowed to be a beacon of light. Evans laid in a bed adjacent to Lary. "That damn Genocide's somethin else in' he?Like the stories you told us were understatements. That man could legit not die at this point in the story. Like he has friggin plot armor or somthin.'' Evans cut him off" I get it. We all got our asses handed to us. But did you see that ..thing that appeared next to him. Right before he created that black vortex that wiped us out. That must have something to do with his power. Maybe there's a still a way to stop him."Lary chimed in," That fella looked like he was on the way to a black metal concert wit all the black facepaint he was wearin' Creeped me out to be honest." As the survivors mulled over their predicament, the cycle of evil continued to spread elsewhere.
Budley flips through the pages of a magazine. He checks his watch. He looks around the gas station and doesn't see any customers. Seizing the opportunity, he puts in his headphones and begins playing an imaginary guitar as he jams to a progressive deathcore album. Oblivious to the screams coming from outside, the store clerk moves on to thumping two candy bars on the counter to simulate drums. Budley sees that his shift has ended and begins locking up the store. He sweeps the aisles and jumps as a shadow appears behind him. He turns and sees a well groomed bearded man dressed in a black hoodie, black shirt, and black and gray camo pants. The man holds out his hand and smiles. Budley rings up the pack of nicotine substitute gum. "Tryin to kick the habit huh?" Budley asks. The man replies, "Somethin like that. Gotta get my priorities back in check. Focus on the things that really matter. That damn KonCreep's a hell of a band aren't they?" He nods to the playlist on Budley's phone. "Yeah, they're killer. just got into them a month back." Budley answers. "You know, I'm something of a musician myself. Maybe you'll hear of me on the news someday." Jim Jimenez says as he sees himself out. He walks to the back of the building and passes an ominous form of graffiti. A woman lays unmoving and above her, written on concrete in red is a message that simply says "Genocide Reigns".