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Hi guys I was make a mobile app design in figma, then I decided to adjust my monitor resolution but I accidentally set into high and it shows input not supposed. I have tried all YouTube tutorial but nothing works for me.but when I connect my laptop to tv. Then it only show on tv but when I decrease there display resolution from TV and then plugin it back to my monitor it still shows input not supposed.
I have tried any know how to solve it . It's urgent anyone. Because my laptop display is broke now I don't know what to do. I have important hw & Case study to make.

i'm looking for tv shows or movies or books that actually make me feel good after watching them.
thanks friends!

So back in the mid-late 90s I remember seeing this video on tv. It might have been on the show “Real TV” or something similar.
As I recall, he lived in an apartment in England and was frustrated with the amount of CCTV cameras in his area especially one that aimed right into his apartment.
He had this large alien costume that he designed (he might have been a costume designer). It looks like something out of a predator movie. It was quite big.
He put this on late at night and walked around his street acting bit and menacingly. But not doing anything.
Soon after a few police cars show up to confront him.
I don’t recall what the aftermath of this was. But the costume looked great (from what I recall).
Did anyone else at least see this (I feel like I’m the only one).
I’ve searched YouTube but just get tons of people in alien costumes or conspiracy videos about alien encounters.

Hello, all of the recommendations I've gotten from redscarepod before have been really good, so I'm coming here to find any art about a specific topic. My favorite is Love in the Time of Cholera and my favorite movie is 2046. I view both of these stories as "fall from grace" stories, and I'd like to know if anyone knows of anything else similar. Specifically, I love the fact that the protagonists' falls are internal and self destructive (unlike something like Hamlet) and the fact that both "heroes" become manwhores is resonant. Is there any other media I can consume that's similar? I'm not picky, it can be a book, movie, tv show, or even your diary. Thanks in advance

Hey! I'm looking for someone to watch TV shows/anime with. I haven't been able to find the person I'm looking for so I decided to make my own post. I'm gonna include some of my favourite shows so you get the idea of my taste and see if anything peaks your interest.
TV shows: the rookie, Lucifer, the big bang theory, manifest, the good place, izombie, the Orville, the queen's gambit.
Anime: twin star exorcists, noragami, food wars, demon slayer, Dr stone, that time I got reincarnated as a slime, overlord, assassination classroom, spy x family, I don't wanna get hurt so I maxed out my defense, your lie in april, solo leveling.
I'm also open to suggestions and watching some new TV shows and anime obviously haha. Other than watching things I also enjoy cooking, baking, singing, music and photography.
My preferred platform is discord and obviously voice chat is a given if we are going to watch things together. I would also like us to build a friendship together as well so write a short introduction of yourself. Please be over 18 and from Europe for timezone reasons.
Thanks for reading

It’s been almost two years since my husband (45m) discovered my (38f) three month long affair. During the R process, I learned he had been unfaithful as well, throughout the whole marriage, by sexting and propositioning women online. He maintains nothing physical ever happened. We are currently separated but still pursuing R. We do couples counseling 1x/month right now.
I have come very far through individual trauma therapy and learning about attachment theory (for context, I was disorganized attachment, now approaching secure, and he self-describes as severely avoidant), to the point where I am a very different person and not only my relationship with my husband but my relationships everywhere (family and work) have improved. My husband has made many strides in a positive direction as well, but still has much trouble recognizing and managing his feelings, especially his anger.
Last week, I accidentally pushed hard on the betrayal trigger for him. I was showing the kids on TV some of those videos that Google photos compiles from the pictures on your phone. I thought I had deleted all content about AP but apparently I missed one video, where AP was at a playground playing with my kid. It displayed and my husband became explosively angry. He called me an imbecile and made many other hurtful remarks. He believed I stored this video on purpose (it was a true mistake). We have not spoken for a week.
I accepted his outbursts and insults at the beginning of the process due to guilt and regret. At this point though, it is harder for me to accept because 1) my self worth is in a better place and 2) ultimately, I need to see a little more growth from him if there is hope that our “new” marriage would be different. I am having a hard time discerning if the relationship is stuck in a pattern of one step forward one step back or if we are experiencing a setback but still trending in a positive direction.
Has anybody experienced this? Do you have any advice? I am trying to gain clarity. I am willing to leave the relationship if it is time… I am just not sure if I should remain patient with the process.

I am a teacher and need help with my display settings. I project resources onto a TV from my laptop using a HDMI. I usually use the duplicate setting so my laptop screen matches the tv. Is there a way to present 1 screen on the TV (for example a video) and on my laptop display something else (like Google Docs) without showing this window on the TV? Any teachers know how I can work electronically whilst students watch videos?

Not everybody was bowled over by such ‘originality’. Kirk’s former Exodus bandmate Gary Holt, for one, was distressed to discover, as he says now, that not only did the riff from an early Exodus number, ‘Impaler’, become like one of the best riffs on Ride the Lightning, on “Trapped Under Ice”’, but that the now famous line in ‘Creeping Death’ which begins ‘Die by my hand…’ was taken from Holt’s own composition ‘Dying By His Hand’. There was no question, he admits, ‘that the riffs were [Kirk’s]’. Nevertheless, it caused bad blood between the two for a while. ‘I remember calling Kirk up and giving him a great deal of grief,’ says Holt, ‘and he said, “Ah, I thought I asked you if it was okay.” I’m like, “No, you didn’t.” So I’ve had the pleasure – and I use the term loosely – of watching sixtythousand people chant that shit [at subsequent Metallica shows over the years] yet I’ve never received a penny for it. I’ve had many people say, “Man, you should have sued.” But I’m like, yeah, whatever, you know? It is
what it is. I laugh about it now. I had one conversation with Kirk about it then I let it go for ever.’
But then, as Holt also points out, while both Metallica and Exodus had become known for ‘playing like real furious shit’, Kirk’s taste was always ‘a little more leaning towards the Maiden route, you know?’ And if James lifted a lyrical phrase from Kirk’s Exodus-era songbook, he certainly added to it in ways nobody else would have done. Inspired by the band catching a TV showing of the movie The Ten Commandments, the 1956 Cecil B. DeMille epic starring Charlton Heston, the lyrics of ‘Creeping Death’ were based on the Bible story of the tenth plague bestowed upon the Ancient Egyptians – the Angel of Death sent by God to kill every first-born child. When Cliff, in a cloud of weed, exclaimed, ‘Whoa, it’s like creeping death’ the rest of them laughed so much they decided they had to write a song with that title. That James so cleverly wove the convoluted lyric together said much for his rapidly improving songwriting skills. Musically, it was also a revelation; a brutal rock monolith built on incredible finesse, from its juddering riff to the mesh of vocal and guitar harmonies in its chorus, Hammett’s concluding double-tapped solo a masterclass in itself. ‘Creeping Death’ remains an all-time rock anthem, the thrash generation’s very own ‘Paranoid’ or ‘Smoke on the Water’.
Could you please explain the diffrence in the lyrcis and lyric as used in the text? Thanks.

I'm 31 and I'm a queer femme looking to connect. I'm kind of the shy and nerdy type. I like to be artsy now and again with some of the things I enjoy collage, coloring, photography, and writing.
I like to watch movies especially cheesy low budget types of movies. Some of my favorite movies in no particular order Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Amelie,Hobo With a Shotgun,Drive.
I also enjoy watching TV shows with some of my favorites being Doctor Who,Person of Interest Pushing Daises and Psych.
Outisde of all that I like to wander around and I like going to the park and visiting new places. I enjoy a good museum or novelty shop or restaurant.
Other things I love are comic books, video games, board games, tarot cards, and collecting stuff like toys, pins, art prints, and other trinkets.
Just a sometimes goth cat girl trying to make the most of things I'm generally kind of shy but I like to be a bit of a goof/silly person and occasionally I like to get a little wild and rowdy.
Feel free to send me a chat request if you're interested in getting to know each other

I am a teacher and need help with my display settings. I project resources onto a TV from my laptop using a HDMI. I usually use the duplicate setting so my laptop screen matches the tv. Is there a way to present 1 screen on the TV (for example a video) and on my laptop display something else (like Google Docs) without showing this window on the TV?

Hey Guys, I recently purchased a nuc 12 enthusiast (Arc 770m). On the spec sheet it mentions hdmi 2.1 as a port. However, I am really struggling to make it work. Windows shows 4k60 hz as max. Drivers updated and using compatible cable(cable works with other pc). My tv also support 4k 120hz (samsung Q85b) . VRR is also greyed out on intel arc software.
Help please!

I am a teacher and need help with my display settings. I project resources onto a TV from my laptop using a HDMI. I usually use the duplicate setting so my laptop screen matches the tv. Is there a way to present 1 screen on the TV (for example a video) and on my laptop display something else (like Google Docs) without showing this window on the TV?

I'm an Australian who is often accused of being British, and has a chequered history with languages.
During primary school, I was taught Japanese as the eccentric principal felt that we would be invaded by Japan in the near future due to a Japanese couple moving in next door to her.
I've forgotten most of it, and have dabbled in a number of languages since, with German, Mandarin and French being those that I spent the most time on. I wasn't any good at them though. I found all of them difficult.
I tried a few others, and found Russian to be the easiest for me, followed by Swedish and Spanish. I would like to learn Italian so that I can watch the Siere A in the local language.
My focus is on Russian as I am a Russian history addict, and Swedish as I am also an Opeth addict and would love to enioy In Cauda Venenum (yes, I know that it is a Latin title) in both Swedish and English as I have the double album.
I would so love to visit Spain and Italy for footballing reasons.
I'm planning on a trip around Europe late next year, and would really like to have a conversational level in a few languages prior.
My Russian is of the standard that I can listen, think and understand, and I have most of the Cyrillic alphabet down and transliterated, but I do struggle when it is colloquial. I can understand TV shows.
My Swedish is Babel easy level, and my Italian and Spanish are TV level.
I have had dreams in Russian but not in other languages that aren't my native tongue.

Some background, i’ve rewatched futurama dozens of times. One of my all time favorite TV shows. Currently i’m in a routine where i watch about two hours of it before i fall asleep on the couch.
Now to Jurassic Bark. I firmly believe that Jurassic Bark is one of the most emotionally compelling television episodes ever produced. Laugh out loud comedy, thorough world-building, and, most importantly, incredibly well-written character development.
The sum of those parts, for me, is an episode that is immensely relatable. Jurassic Bark had such a primal emotional impact on me that i involuntarily avoid watching it. I have never made a conscious effort to actually skip it, but it’s like my animal instincts take over and make that decision for me so i avoid the feelings of tremendous sadness. I see it as a VERY strange fight of flight scenario. Last night for the first time in years i actually noticed that i skipped it, which got me thinking…and now writing.
I hope that makes at least a little bit of sense. Nothing groundbreaking here, but i wanted to jot down what i was thinking. A little early morning cathartic reddit posting to cleanse the mind.

[INDEX]
I banked the fire and stared into the golden eyes of Beatale before I crept into my makeshift tent.
I still had my auric vision running and couldn’t help but notice the thin silver cord that ran from me to Horse. Firming up my aura, I reached out with my hand and grabbed it. I could feel the nearly imperceptible vibration between my fingers as I used my mind to probe at the thread. I could feel a bright spark of intellect, a light at the end of a tunnel. Pushing with my mind, I slid down the thread until the spark grew larger and eventually filled my inner vision with a hazy white light. Horsey thoughts nudged at me curiously.
I slid into the haze and immediately lost all sense of direction. If it wasn’t for the silver thread, I’d have no idea how to exit this shifting white fog. Horsey thoughts got stronger as I followed the thread while the haze thinned and cleared to reveal an endless prairie of green grass. I found myself standing before a naked man wearing a horse mask and I stared in shock. It was obviously me wearing a cheap costume horse mask — there was no mistaking my tattoos.
“What did you expect?” Horse neighed at me. “I am you and you are me and we are all together. Goo goo ga joob.”
Horse made a shooing motion with his hands and I accelerated backwards through the white haze and slammed into my own body with a gasp. I stared at the tarp overhead for a long minute, processing this new revelation. Horse was a part of me, a piece of my spirit. Whatever psychic stuff I did with that silver cord lead me into a house of mirrors where I got to look at myself pretending to be a horse. I can’t even deal with that right now.
Rolling into my blankets, I dropped off to sleep.
*Ding*
-=- - Welcome to the Dreamworld - Included in the Psychic Skills pack, the Inner Sanctum is your psychic domain. It is the mental fortress that you must secure and maintain to defend against psychic and spiritual assaults. All of your neurosis and fears are symbolised in this realm and must be defeated or subjugated before you can become master of the domain. Good luck. -=-
I banished the pop-up and looked around. I knew I was asleep, but everything was just as real as when I was awake. I was breathing, I could feel the floor under my feet, and if it weren’t for the pop-up, I would have sworn I had been teleported. The room I was in resembled an oversized luxury prison cell, maybe a thirty foot cube. No windows. Rough stone walls with thick mortar. Large brass wall sconces were set directly into the stone and suffused the room with a warm, golden light provided by glowing rocks. The stone floor had colourful Persian rugs tastefully placed. A high plaster ceiling was painted with a rendition of Michelangelo’s ‘Creation of Adam’, depicting me as both Adam and God.
There was a comfy sofa in front of a large screen television that hung from one wall and an ornate grandfather clock ticked loudly in the corner. It was currently 10:08 PM. Another wall was a floor to ceiling bookshelf, stuffed with books of varying sizes. The third wall was covered with pictures and I could see at a glance that they were images from my life. The fourth wall had a thick riveted steel door on the right side, a full sized mirror on the left, and a computer workstation in the middle.
The picture wall was my first target. A few were quite large, nearly life sized, while others were tiny prints no larger than the palm of my hand. Scenes of my life were displayed in each one. The largest was me riding Horse with a shit-scared expression, shooting at a pack of wolves. Others were smaller, each with different frames. Some ornate gold or silver, others plain wood, a few wrapped in briars or barbed wire. Nanny Ramsey holding me as a young child. My dog Jean with a red ball in his mouth. My parents, screaming at me. I turned my attention to the books. Books are safe. Books don’t judge you.
The sweet, musty scent of a used book store filled my nostrils as I drew close to the honey coloured shelves. Hundreds of volumes filled the wall from floor to ceiling, with a ladder that could be rolled along a rail to access the top. I smiled at the sight. I had always wanted a library like this. I pulled a book at random and read the title, “Confused Fantasies about Joseph Harris, part XXIV of the Middle School Years”.
I slid the book back onto the shelf. Let’s see what’s on TV.
The remote was a slim, futuristic looking affair with a minimum of buttons. I pointed it at the television and moments later the huge screen came to life and presented me with a simple menu for movies, divided into six categories: Happy, Surprised, Afraid, Disgusted, Angry, and Sad. I scrolled through the offerings for a minute, reading the titles and reviews about the movies of my life. It really bothered me that there were so few selections in the Happy section.
The number of Sad movies increased by one.
I walked over to the mirror and noticed there was a small sticky note pasted to it. “Astral Realm. Experienced users only.” I shoved the note in my pocket and stared at my image. Sturdy black boots, black denim jeans and shirt with mother-of-pearl buttons, deep brown gun belt slung at my hip, red bandanna and black felt hat. All I needed was a pencil moustache and I would look like the stereotypical villain in any spaghetti western. At that very moment I decided to grow out a goatee. I’d rather be mistaken for a bad guy than a victim.
So how does this astral realm thing work?
The mirror appeared to be nothing more than a mirror. It was cold, smooth glass surrounded by a wrought iron frame, and reflected my image. I didn’t necessarily want to go walking into danger, but I wanted to know how it worked. I pushed and prodded the glass in frustration until I noticed my image grinning at me. I jumped back in surprise and it doubled over in silent laughter.
“Hilarious, dude. You got me,” I huffed. “So how do I get in?”
My mirror-self tipped his hat and stepped to side.
I reached up to the mirror again and my hand passed through, vanishing as if cut off. Okay, just a quick peek and we’ll explore the rest of the room. I stepped through and the world shifted around me. I was standing back at the campsite. My body was insubstantial as a ghost and the tarp was a wisp of substance running straight through me. Non living things don’t seem to have much presence in this realm. Glancing down, I saw my sleeping body rolled up in the blankets, a thin silver thread running from it to me, and another thread running to Horse.
Looking around, I surveyed the campsite. My astral vision seemed to be on and had an unlimited range. I could see the life all around me, the distant forest was a sea of greenish-gold, grasses and brush nearby glowed with spectral light. Tiny ghost insects scurried while ghost mice nibbled at whatever ghost mice nibble on. Ghost seeds and ghost insects, I suppose. I turned my attention overhead and gaped at the sight of a monstrous serpentine spirit flying through the inky void. I dropped back through the tent and rolled inside my body. That was plenty enough for now.
I rolled through the mirror and landed flat on my back, staring at the fresco on the ceiling. Vinnie-God winked at me and Vinnie-Adam grinned. Climbing to my knees, I brushed non-existent dust from my trousers and watched mirror-me doubled over in soundless laughter.
“Hey, laughing-boy!” I yelled at him. “You’re like the guardian or something, right? You got it covered?”
Mirror-me stood and saluted with a smile, then gave me two thumbs up. A moment later, his face took on a serious expression and he wriggled his right hand in the ‘maybe’ motion. Then he pointed at me, tapped his wrist, and then a finger to his head.
It all depends on how fast I learn stuff, I guess.
Two thumbs up and a winning smile reflected back to me.
A large cork board was mounted to the wall over the computer and a small note was pinned to it. “Note to self: Don’t fuck with the Elvish womens.”
The computer screen featured a screensaver of me as Vitruvian Man doing callisthenics over the words ‘HumanOS’. I tapped the spacebar and was rewarded with the sound of powerful fans kicking to life as the computer emerged from sleep mode and prompted me for a password. Should I assume it’s the same as the password on the computer I pawned in my previous life?
Password: *******esi
I was rewarded with a sweet R&M desktop and a couple of icons. System, NeuralNet, My-Tunes, My-Movies, My-Office.
System was just what I expected, lots of .dna files and other confusing scariness that allowed me to tweak my physical body and mental state. My-Tunes was a collection of every song I’d ever heard and My-Movies was a collection of every movie I’d ever seen. Not that I’m complaining, but it would have been nice to have “My-Games” so I could play RDR. My-Office was a clone of the popular software by a similar name. I have no idea what I’ll ever need a spreadsheet for in this world.
NuralNet opened up a search engine called Me-Seeks, featuring a familiar blue guy.
I typed in “beer” and several thousand results were displayed, anything I’d ever read, heard, or watched about beer, including how to make it. This right here made the price of admission totally worth it, access to an exact copy of everything I’d ever read, and I was a voracious reader. Sadly, most of the stuff I read was futurology — solar panels, electronics, biotech advancements, quantum computing. The material for steam engines, blacksmithing, farming and the like, were slim pickings. That’s okay though, I could still reproduce the Gutenberg press, the cotton gin, simple internal combustion engines, and basic batteries along with some sketchy knowledge of metal alloys, acids, bases, and other things I had read over the years. All that wasted time watching “How Things Work” was finally going to pay off. I copied a few likely money makers to My-Office, saved the file, and exported to my Notes, just in case they didn’t exist on Aerth.
A popup covered the screen.
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Apparently I could upgrade myself, which reduced the cost of using my Utilities while providing other minor benefits. My Utilities would level up as I used them, which would increase their battery cost, so if I didn’t keep pace with an update to the OS they could become prohibitively expensive to operate.
Stupid pay-to-win world.
So, do I pay 2000 credits for version 2.0 or 5000 credits for version 3.0?
I selected version 3.0 and klicked [Install]. After watching it download the update, it popped up another screen that asked if I wanted to update now, or wait until Midnight for the mandatory update.
I selected [No] just as the grandfather clock chimed 10:30 PM. I wondered if time ran slower in here, because it seemed like I had spent a lot more time on the computer than 15 minutes. Walking over to the imposing steel door, I noticed a bronze key with a thin chain in the lock. There was another sticky note on the door. “Subconscious. Please keep the key with you at all times.”
That’s not scary at all, is it?
I unlocked the door with a loud clunk and pulled it open to reveal a bedroom straight out of some royal castle. I could tell immediately that it had seen better days. The tapestries on the wall were frayed and fading. The canopy over the bed had a few holes in it. A thin layer of dust covered the mantle of a small fireplace set into the wall. There was a window letting in bright sunlight and I moved over to look outside.
I was on the third floor of a keep surrounded by the walls and turrets of a modest castle. A castle that had fallen into serious disrepair. Did this represent the state of my inner mind? One tower was shattered and the curtain wall under it damaged. The lower bailey was full of litter. I could see a few soldiers walking around the allure, keeping watch.
I have people in my subconscious?
Someone behind me cleared their throat.
Whirling, I discovered a familiar old man standing in the door of the bedroom. What was left of his hair formed a white halo around his head, his face was unshaven and covered with several days of growth. He was dressed like a poor and tattered manservant, but carried himself with a dignified air.
“Woodhouse?”
“It’s nice to see the master at home,” He said with a proper English accent. “There are many matters that require the master’s attention.”
“Uh, sure,” I said, hanging the key around my neck and tucking it in my shirt. “And who are you again?”
“Your personal manservant, of course” he said with a slight bow. Walking over to the steel door, he pulled it closed and it locked with a solid thunk. “Master should always keep his inner sanctum closed. One never knows if something nasty will creep in.”
“Thank you, uh, Woodhouse. I’ll remember that,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. “So what needs tending and how do things work around here?”
He smiled and beckoned me with a white gloved hand. “If master would be so kind as to follow me, I’ll introduce him to the staff and explain the duties and obligations of his domain.”
I’m 99.9% certain that everyone here is just me wearing a mask, so I shrugged and followed Woodhouse out of the bedroom and into the rest of my subconscious.
Five minutes later I was on the ground floor and seated on a shabby throne with the cast of a popular —and probably very copyright protected— animation in front of me. Woodhouse was the head butler and my personal manservant. Pam was the cook and demanded that I start importing sugar and alcohol before she was shushed by Woodhouse. Carol was a maid. Krieger was chancellor and Cyril was the steward. Archer and Lana were in charge of security. Ray was the marshal in charge of everything from the stables to the blacksmith.
I stared in disbelief at the motley crew kneeling in front of me. No wonder my inner mind was in such shambles. I was overcome with an irrational sense of anger at myself.
“Arright, listen up,” I barked, my voice echoing around the room. “I swear to God that I will fire every single one of you and hire circus clowns to replace you if you keep fucking things up. No joke. Circus clowns, got it?”
I ran a hand over my face as Ray pissed himself. “The only reason I’m not putting a boot in your asses right now is because I realise that you’re aspects of me, and the people you represent are pretty damn good at their jobs when they give enough of a shit to actually do them. As a team, you’re dysfunctionally fantastic and always seem to come out ahead no matter the odds.”
Heaving a sigh, I continued. “Things have changed and I need to get my shit together. I’m going to need every one of you to pull your weight and help me help you. Get back to your duties, I’ll meet you one on one later.”
My subconscious caretakers scurried out of the room.
“I’ll have one of the maids tend to the piss,” Woodhouse assured me.
“Never mind that,” I snapped. “I honestly had no idea my mind was such a shit show. I’m very disappointed in myself.” I pictured the Angry, Sad, and Disgusted counters on my personal movies clicking up. “Show me what needs to be done and let’s get started.”
During Woodhouse’s walking tour, everything clicked into place. This was some altered version of Bodiam castle, a location that was on my bucket list of places to visit. The royal council room, located behind the throne room, contained a “living” tapestry on the wall that showed the castle and surrounding land in real time. The castle was located in the middle of a small lake, and a single wood bridge led to the mainland. A small town surrounded the lake and a wall encircled the town. Outside the wall, the land was an irregular patchwork of forest and field, with a stinking swamp to the south. The entire “kingdom” was maybe ten miles across, surrounded by impassable mountains with innumerable creeks that fed the lake which drained into the southern swamp.
“Zombies are the problem, sir.” Woodhouse said, as I surveyed the living tapestry of my mental domain.
“Zombies?” I prompted.
“Yes sir, Zombies” Woodhouse continued. “Nasty bitey things that come in from the mountains and harass the peasants. They’ve gotten especially worse over the last few months. The soldiers do what they can, but they seem to have lost all motivation. Probably because they haven’t been paid.”
“And who pays them?”
“Typically chancellor Krieger is in charge of financial matters, although Steward Figgis has taken over the duty, sir.”
“Then let’s make Figgis our first stop.”
“Very good, sir.”
The office of the steward was run by Cyril Figgis, who managed the kingdom in my absence. It was overflowing with paperwork and charts, books and scrolls piled high on every flat surface. Cyril was desperately attempting to tidy things when Woodhouse and I walked in.
“Yo..you..your majesty,” Cyril stuttered, bowing low. Scrolls fell from his overloaded arms, spilling across the floor. He dropped to his knees and scrambled to gather them up. “I didn’t expect you to visit so soon. Please forgive the mess, housekeeping has been slacking…”
This was the guy who ran things while I was conscious.
“Shut up, Cyril” I said. “You’re responsible for everything in this office. That includes keeping it organised and tidy.”
“Y..yes milord.”
“It’s my understanding that you’re in charge of making sure everyone gets paid. So why aren’t we paying people?” I asked.
“We’re nearly out of Fuks, your majesty. I’ve been saving them for emergencies.”
“Fucks?”
“Fuks,” Cyril explained, pushing a pile of books off a large chest and opening it. Reaching inside he pulled out two small bags and emptied them on top of his cluttered desk. “Gold and Silver Fuks, the currency of the kingdom. I can’t maintain the kingdom when I have no Fuks to give.”
Behold the subconscious kingdom of Vincent J. Carter, it runs on Fuks.
“So how do I get more fuks?” I asked, examining one of the coins. It had an image of me on one side and symbol on the other that could be interpreted as “peace among worlds”.
“You kill the zombies, your majesty.”
Of course I do.
Woodhouse and I left Cyril’s office and headed towards the office of the chancellor where Krieger worked. It seemed that Cyril took over financial matters when Krieger became erratic and proposed luring all the zombies into the city and setting it on fire. Not sure how that corresponds to my own self-destructive behaviour, but I’ve had some dark thoughts over the last couple of months and I’m sure they’re reflected here.
Krieger’s office was much neater in comparison to Cyril’s, but it wasn’t by much. Shelves lined the walls and were filled with an array of questionable items, including a still snapping zombie head in a jar. While the office of the chancellor was supposed to be in charge of financial matters, it looked more like a dodgy rummage sale.
Krieger was launching sword blades at a pig carcass when we walked in.
“What exactly are you doing?” I asked, standing in the doorway.
“Hm? Oh, your majesty!” he said, turning around and bowing deeply. “I’m testing a new invention. It’s a spring loaded hilt that shoots sword blades. Very useful for our soldiers.”
“Stupidest idea ever,” I snapped. “I hate everything about it.”
“Okay,” Krieger said, tossing the hilt into a nearby pile of junk. “But don’t blame me when you need to shoot a sword at a zombie and don’t have one.”
“So why aren’t you managing the financial affairs? Collecting taxes, paying people, stuff like that?”
“Because the population has declined so much none of that matters?”
“What do you mean?”
“Wellll, the population represents things you care about,” Krieger said, going into lecture mode. “And the zombies and other monsters are real or imagined problems in your way. Since you don’t care about too many things the population has shrunk to just what’s needed to keep everything running on the bare minimum of fuks. And since you don’t seem to have any long or short term goals, there’s no need to kill off the zombies and get more fuks. Everything is fine just the way it is.”
“No, it’s not Krieger” I said, grinding my teeth. “My mind is in a shambles. It’s a joke. I want it fixed. No, I want it better than fixed. I want it improved.”
“Oh! I’ve got just the thing for that!” He said, digging around in his pockets, “It’s a spring-loaded hilt that shoots swords!”
Pam and Cheryl were hanging out a gallery window jeering at Archer and Lana sparring in the inner courtyard.
“What the hell are you doing!” I snapped
They whirled in surprise and then dropped into deep curtseys.
“Your majesty!”
I took a deep breath, trying to regain my centre. “Get to work cleaning this place up. Find a room, clean it, and move on to the next. Start with my bedroom, then the throne room and the council chamber, then everything else.”
Cheryl spoke up. “Can’t do it. We got no fuks to clean with.”
“You need fuks to clean?”
“Gotta buy stuff,” Pam said. “Cleaning supplies, food. You wanna eat, you’re gonna have to spend some fuks.”
“Talk to Cyril,” I ordered. “Tell him I said to get you supplied.”
They ran off in the direction of the stewards office.
I watched Archer and Lana bashing each other enthusiastically through the window.
Several minutes later the sparring couple stopped and bowed when Woodhouse and I stepped into the inner courtyard.
“Your majesty”
“My liege”
“Enough,” I said. “If you have enough energy to smash each other, you have enough energy to smash zombies. Tell me what I need to know so I can start gathering fuks.”
Archer shrugged and spoke first. “You just kill the zombies and other monsters. They drop fuks.”
“Anything special about the zombies?” I asked. “Are they fast? Do people get turned into zombies when bitten?”
“Nope,” Lana said, resting her wooden sword on her shoulder. “Most of them are slow shamblers and just need a good wack to the head to kill them.”
“Some are special,” Archer interjected. “Occasionally you’ll have some fast ones, or those that need holy water to kill. They’re just bad memories, figments of your personality that need to be eliminated. Some are worse than others.”
“The zombies are bad memories?” I asked, imagining all the bad memories that I had.
“Memories, thoughts, insecurities, metaphysical mumbo-jumbo,” Woodhouse supplied. “They are endless, but constant vigilance can keep them under control.”
“So let’s get started,” I said. “Lead the way.”
Lana and Archer lead me up to the parapet over the front gate where I looked over at the dozens of zombies milling about aimlessly in front of the entrance to my mind. Pulling out my gun, I began to pick them off, easy as shooting fish in a barrel. The crack of my spell pistol attracted more zombies and I dispatched them with ease until no more were left around the gate. As I fired each shot I could feel some sort of existential energy flowing from me, draining some hidden reserve.
“Gather up the Fuks,” I commanded. “And Lana?”
“Mi’lord?”
“There’s no excuse for this. From now on, I expect the walls to be clear of all zombies.”
“Yes mi’lord,” she said, giving me a small bow.
Turning to Archer, I shook my head. “You’re obviously my personal narcissism, so just try to stay out of Lana’s way, or better yet - try to kill more zombies than her. If you think you can.”
Archer scoffed. “No contest. I took top marks in sharpshooting.”
“That means I should expect to see results by tomorrow. I look forward to it.”
Archer looked panicked for a moment then smiled. “Sure, I can give you results.”
Turning back to Woodhouse I said “Show me what else need attending.”
Woodhouse led me through the town that represented my mind, pointing out each business that had fallen into disrepair, suggested others that needed improvements, and additions that would benefit me. In the distance, I could hear Lana and Archer shooting at the crowd of zombies and with each echoing shot I felt a tiny bit better about everything.
[INDEX]

1. Go to the press
Don’t stay put at Mr. Kharge’s residence. Head out to the TV Studios NOW and join the exit-poll discussions this evening on the front foot. Deciding not to go to was/is a bad idea. Rethink it. Present your view to the people directly to bypass the rigged system. Presence of faces and voices will also help everyone visualise what an alternative govt. could look like and get momentum going. Throw some names of potential ministers. Leave some options open for realpolitik. Preferably, have some big guns leading this media drive. Why can’t Rahul Gandhi do it personally on at least one channel? Shashi Tharoor and Arvind Kejriwal (out till tomorrow only) could join. BJP’s unlikely to field senior spokesmen. It’s going to be the usual three S’s: Swapan Dasgupta, Sudhanshu Trivedi and Surjit Bhalla. Surely some senior I.N.D.I.A. politicians can steal a march over them.
2. Claim victory, both electoral and moral
Irrespective of exit poll results, claim the final vote is going to be anti-BJP (message is to woo the NDA allies to your block if push came to shove) and clarify/warn that post-poll alliances or defections to NDA will weaken such allies and defectors in state elections because that’d be defying the public mandate. If exit-polls show close results or tilt towards the opposition, all the merrier.
3. Raise bogeys
Red-flag all potential obstacles and threats: ECI, President’s Office, Horse-trading etc. so any arm-twisting becomes embarrassing and difficult later. Dare/Pressurise powers to be to call largest coalition/block over single largest party.
4. Keep flock together
Nothing to explain. Remember Goa, Maharashtra, Madhya Pradesh and how fickle winning tickets and final allegiances can be.
If the I.N.D.I.A block does all this, people will take them seriously. The indian voter has likely given them as big an opportunity as possible. If they can't grab this chance, they'll likely be eroded in the coming five years and the future and demonstrate a fear of success and inability to see things through. BJP's uncharacteristic political missteps like having a long-drawn election cycle and persecuting political opponents shows they're as fallible as they're ever likely to be in the short to medium term. But are they listening? We'll see. It'll be telling, one way or the other.

Me:

• 6', healthy weight, blue eyes, still have all my hair and all my teeth
  
• Was a loser in a previous life, have reinvented myself as a software engineer. I genuinely enjoy my work now.
  
• Reads, hikes, loves to cook. Plays some games, but not really a 'gamer.' Loves old and slightly oddball movies, concept albums, rewatching TV shows I've already seen 10 times.
  
• Prone to oversharing. A bit of an open book, but has a hard time volunteering things.
  
• Loves exploring alternative viewpoints. Often has strange takes on things. I don't think I'm necessarily right.
  

You:

• Bright. A bit bookish or introverted, maybe. You don't always feel like you 'fit in.'
  
• Wants a bit of a quiet life. Not spending every day on the sofa, but also not looking to explore every corner of the globe before you turn 45.
  
• Passionate about something. An interest, your career, a cause - anything. Passion and the willingness to talk about that passion is incredibly attractive.
  
• Willingness to just be you. I'll just be me. We click or we don't, but nobody is pretending, or holding back. No worrying that you're 'too much' - I want to know you, not a restrained facsimile of you.
  
• Openness to some kind of 'real' connection, whatever 'real' means to you.
  

Tell me something you're proud of, or about the best book you've read recently. Happy to share pictures if you are.

Hey hey, have been a while since the last time I did post here looking for my other half, sadly here I am again, okay, let's start!
About me:

• I'm a 29 years old male located in western europe, I'm very bubbly, personality wise, loyal, very shy and introvert but also sweet, caring, kind and affectionate. I'd love to hear you talk about your things, I'd give you comfort if you need it, I'll be always at your side and I'd love to be your best friend besides partner. I like gaming, programming, music, tv shows, anime and movies, cook, animals and lots of other stuff that I let you discover later!

About you:

• I don't mind about looks, preferably you're located close to me or atleast in a close timezone (GMT+2), willing to spend time together and know each other, strictly monogamus, common interests (specially gaming so we can spend lots of time together), willing to meet irl eventually and move together at some point.

Anything you would like to know about me, feel free to ask! Waiting to hear of you 😊

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