I just read a post about a gay man wishing he was a woman. Our struggles are different. I am not saying men don’t have problems. It irked me how little he seemed to think of our place in society. As if the value of a woman rests in her relationship to a man. As if being desired by men was of paramount importance, relegating women to the status of sex objects. As if “serving” men and being trophy wives were the sole purpose of women. He would enjoy doing that since he apparently sees men as inherently having more value than women, and therefore their pleasure comes first.
How would men feel if I said that I want to be a man, so that women will like me even though I do nothing to make myself more attractive to women? That I want to be a man so that I will simply work, and all sexes automatically applaud me for being “responsible”? How would men feel if I said I want to be a man so that straight women will love me?

If we take the idea that roaring kitty’s tweets should be watched backwards (the last tweet is first) we have No Country for Old Men and Woody Harrelson offering 14k ATM, which isn’t the 45mil shares sold At The Market…Woody is getting himself out of the situation by ATM https://x.com/theroaringkitty/status/1790472153470759217?s=46 it seems like we’re at about the Requel tweet, we’re squeezing again https://x.com/theroaringkitty/status/1790457051115847720?s=46
If the following (earlier tweets come next) we’re about to see some fighting…. Probably from and amongst the hedgies. It certainly seems like RK has told the GME story and it feels like it’s falling into place

I'm not sure if its alex hormozi but I think he wears a hat in that video and he has a beard. He talked about how human were originally made, man and woman fused together, but a god decided to split them and now they are searching for their other half.

Hi I just came across a novel, chosen by the moon novel by izabella W. Its on pay by chapter websites, I've opened and read a few chapters but I can't seem to find any free version or chapter version anywhere. Please help. If anyone has read it I'm willing to take spoilers. Here's the advert I found below of it on Facebook.
Lycanthrope species is a disgusting race. And I, Delan Riley, am nothing more than a human scum in their eyes never expected those species would turn my world upside down. Since when the lycans managed to penetrate our town, like in the early 1900's we have a hierarchy, upper class = the lycans, middle class = mated humans, and lower class = the normal humans, who were basically considered scum. I endured their torment day after day, vowing to run away from them one day, until that day came and everything changed.
Dylan POV "Humans," I scowled at the principal's words from tannoy. "The Alpha twins will be celebrating their birthday tomorrow, as such, festivities are in order." Oh great, the Alphas twin children. Adrian and Arya are the worst lycans alive. I swear just because they are the alphas kids they literally get away with everything. If their birthday is tomorrow, then the wolves are going to be worse than ever. "All students will be present to greet them, two lines will be made, with humans on the left and the lycanthrope on the right. Any mated human will be at the front of the line for their year, you will all also be in order of your school year. That is all." Chat broke out the minute the tannoy was finished. "We haven't had a school gathering since the alpha king visited three years ago, before his sons coronation." Nick was right, the last time we all gathered like that was for the king and queens visit, when he decided to let the world know that he was to renounce his title to his only child, son Josh. "That sick bestard, he wants to make sure everyone is there so those idiot twins can find their mates." Yes I was mad, my fists connected with the table in front of me once more as I thought about how disgusting the situation was. You see the twins will be turning 17, so it's very possible someone in our school could be their mate, finding a mate is sacred to a wolf, the minute they say that one word your fate is sealed. They will turn your mind, morph you into being a lover of their kind, and then you'll give in.

That won't happen to me, I'm growing old to see the world as it once was, and I'm going to choose who I'll be with. No one will take that dream away from me.

Once dinner was finished, I just wanted to sleep. I'd had a very long tiring day, I quickly sat down on a small stool my mother kept in the storage closet and removed my shirt while my brother Freddy sat at the table to do his simple homework. It wasn't long before my mother came in with a large bowl of warm salt water and some cotton, this was going to sting I just knew it. She was here to help me with the wounds caused by wolves yesterday. She slowly began to unwrap the bandage from around my torso and slowed down drastically when it came to the final layer, I felt it peel off every wound and my fists clenched in pain. "Jesus!" I heard my mom exclaim once the dressing was completely removed. The air on my back was nice though and I sighed as my arm covered my once again exposed brests. "This is more than 15!" I began to hear sniffles coming from her and sighed turning round to look at her face, only to notice tears streaming down it. "Mom I'm fine, it's alright." She shook her head. "It's not alright, I'm your mother I shouldn't let these things happen. I'm so sorry. Your father would have..." here she goes again. Every single time something happened she'd always bring up dad, it really annoyed me because no matter how much we all wish he was here, he just isn't. My father was kiled by THEIR kind, almost 5 years ago when they actually managed to take over. When the lycans managed to penetrate our town my father rose up with some people from the neighborhood, to defend our livelihood, it was futile to say the least. We lost many people and I watched as my dad was ripped apart by two fully shifted wolves, I ended up shoting him to stop his suffering before they dragged me to the courtyard, i was the person to receive the first lashing of the town when I was 12! The wolves have been pretty strict with me since that day. "Stop being stvpid!" Was I harsh? Definitely! Did she need to hear it again, absolutely. "Dad is dead, we don't know what he'd do because he never knew this life. He never knew this world." I know what he'd have done, most likely attacked the guy who held the whip and got himself kiled in the process. "The best thing you can do for me, is stop crying and help me, next time don't insist on helping if you can't handle it." She began to wash my open wounds with the warm salt water causing loud winces to leave me, I knew it was necessary to prevent infection, but my god it hurt like a betch. "Some of these are really deep Dylan!" She sniffed again and my eyes rolled in my head. "I told you, I'm fine, just wrap me back up so I can get to bed." My mom was obviously more impacted by my injuries than I was, I suppose that always the case though. When it's happening to you, you've just got to get through it but when it's happening to someone you love, you just want to take their pain away. She quickly placed a fresh bandage around my waist and chest and wrapped it tightly for compression. The bowl of water that was used was now red in color, I guess from the blood my back was dripping with. "Can you keep your head down please? At least just this week. You can't take any more lashings." I simply nodded before standing up away from the stool, I walked over to Freddie and ruffled his hair in affection. "Good night squirt." He giggled and fixed his hair slightly. "Night Dilly." I smiled walking upstairs to my little bedroom, as soon as I was inside i shut the door and flopped down on to my bed on my stomach and I took a minute to cry to myself at the pain in my back, what my mom did was important but it hurt, not that I'd ever tell her. My hand covered my mouth quickly to muffle any noise I might be making. I couldn't tell anyone, I had to be strong because more and more people were crumpling these days, and my mom would break if she knew how much I was suffering. Sleep followed me shortly after, she was right though about me needing to keep my head down for the time being, I could not take another lashing! After a long night and an even longer morning, we were all finally stood in the hallway at school waiting for the twins to arrive. "Mine!" Everyone that was stood in the hallway tensed up, as we were seniors, me and Nick were stood towards the very back of the human line. All the mated people were situated directly opposite their wolf mates in their years. We stayed silent and still as Arya walked down the hall and stopped directly in front of Nick. His eyes widened in fear, unsure of wether to look up or keep his head lowered. "Look me in the eye, mate." He glanced at me slightly as if asking what he should do. "I said, look me in the eye." He slowly moved his eye line up to look at her face. I took a glance myself to see her eyes pitch black with lust. "I... can't... I mean... erm." Before he was able to mutter anything else, two wolves from opposite, grabbed him out of the line and dragged him behind Arya. "Hey!" My head shot up before I could stop myself. My mouth also forgot its place as I jumped out of line. Everyone's head shot to me as my eyes widened in realization at what I'd done. Adrian, the other twin, walked up to me before punching me right in the stomach, I doubled over instantly. Feeling the sting in my slightly healed back. "I know you... You were publicly flogged only two days ago." God I hate this guy. "I also have it on good authority, that you openly spoke out against our rules and regulations in yesterday's class." My head shot down the line slightly to see Erin, looking a little frightened, her mate, the beta to be was looking at her, nodding his head in reassurance. "You traitor, you grassed on your own kind?" I yelled at her before feeling a fist connect with my cheek. My head whipped to the side from the force, while my class members gasped. I'm so done with this treatment, right then, I wasn't in charge of my actions. My fists curled up and my stance became a lot more defensive. My head snapped up to the alpha to be, and I looked him in the eye. "You don't know the meaning of the word disrespect." I suddenly hurled my fist towards his head, which he easily dodged, but my foot came up and kicked him instead. He stumbled backwards from the force with wide eyes. "You... you Actually hit me!" He didn't even sound annoyed, more shocked. Everyone in the hallway was watching, waiting for the alpha to do something but instead he simply stood up straight, regaining his composure. "I think everyone should get back to class." He began to walk away, following his sister when I called him back. "What about Nick?!" "Simple, He's my sisters mate. He now belongs to her." Argh, he's not an object. "He's not her property." A chuckle left his mouth, before turning his back to me again. "All humans are property." A short while later everyone made it to science class, our teacher Mrs Mathews is mated to the lycans pack doctor, she also now has a four and two year old with him. She was one of the first humans to be cohered into a false relationship. "What were you thinking young lady?" I rolled my head at her before looking at the empty seat next to mine. Nick was with that stvpid wolf girl right now. Being changed, I'm so angry it's ridiculous. "I was thinking, this guy is being a prick. Did you hear him? 'All humans are property.' It's bull shet." I looked up and the whole class looked at me like I had three heads. Talking shet about wolves is one thing, but talking about an alpha is punishable by death, attacking an alpha is an even worse offense. There was then a knock at the door and in walked Erin and her band of mated bestards. "Sorry we're late Mrs." "Erin, how are things between you and bata Monroe?" She blushed, the traitor actually blushed at the mention of his name. "He spoke to me last night about trying for a baby. We need a good strong boy to take over as beta." I scoffed looking at her as she took her seat. "You guys are actually pathetic, why can't it be a girl? Those mutts are basically Neanderthals" I voiced my opinion and saw all the shocked faces around me. Calling the lycans mutts, is the same as them calling us scum. After lesson had ended the entire school was called into the hall for assembly. This is where any human who has been found to have broken the rules were punished, usually 10 lashings were goven out or something similar. "Welcome to the school assembly, congratulations to the alpha twins for finding both your mates. Now on to the business at hand, as the 5 year anniversary of the new world is coming up, we have been informed that the alpha king will be visiting our district next week, this is very exciting news. We want you all to look your absolute best, she wolves and mated females will wear exemplary dresses made by seamstress. Male wolves and mated men will wear tailored suits. Anyone who doesn't comply will be reprimanded." The Alpha King?! No one has met him yet, he took over the throne three years ago when he turned 18. He really didn't make any appearances though, great, this month is going to be a nightmare. "As for the humans, you will be given a new uniform to wear for the visit, these are to be neatly ironed and worn to the highest standard. As for the following humans, based on your attitude this past week, you will be coming to the front and facing punishment. Tony summerset?!" Tony's head shot up as he looked around, he was in the year below but he shared my views when it came to the lycans. He slowly walked up to the front of assembly, almost instantly his top was t0rn in two and he received 10 lashings. A girl named Kara was next and she too received 10 lashings. A few more people went up slowly accepting their fate then suddenly my name was called. "Dylan Riley." Inside I was terrified but I simply shrugged my shoulders, I guess I did kind of expect this. Although I'm not sure if my back can take any more damage. "You attacked an alpha, correct!" His eyes bored into mine as I bowed my head submitting to his authority. "Technically, no." Everyone in the school gym looked on in fear, as my head moved to the front row of the wolf side. Adrian sat, with a werewolf girl in the year below, her name was Jana, I guess he found his mate. Nick and Arya were no where to be seen though. Adrian gave me a shrug as if to say he didn't tell, before smirking at my comment. "He hasn't officially taken the alpha title yet, so he's just..." i looked at the principle and noticed his eyes black and his claws out, he was in what lycans call a half shift, triggered when the subject has become angered. He turned to two security wolves and gave them a nod, Almost immediately i was forced onto my knees, my arm was slammed on a table and held in place by one wolf, while my body was held in place by the other. "Ok, I don't think this is needed, I have alpha blood, a stvpid human girl can't hurt me." My head snapped to Adrian who had stood up in front of the school to stop what was happening. "Nevertheless, humans need to know their place." With that the pressure on my arm increased as our principals hand pulled my sleeve up before a long claw punctured my skin. The searing pain shoting from the fresh wound had my eyes scrunched and my fist clenched, I bit the inside of my cheek hard instantly tasting blood, however no sound left my mouth. He continued to write, using my skin as a canvas and his claws as a marker, it went on forever, my vision blurred slightly at one point as I turned my head away. After minutes of torture, he was done and the pressure on my arm eased, instantly I snatched my arm away, hissing through my teeth at the pain. I was about to scurry off stage, when I was roughly grabbed yet again, my arm being held in the air by the principal while my feet were inches off the floor, blood dripped from the wound and the pattern he had made was on show for everyone to see. Loads of people gasped, even the wolves looked slightly horrified at what had happened. "This is what happens when a human decides to speak out. I can promise, anyone who so much as says one word about our way of life, will have the same punishment." My arm was starting to seriously ache from being held in the air for so long, and the lack of blood flow to my suspended arm was causing me pins and needles, still I refused to make a sound. I held the tears back and I bit my cheek harder causing more blood to fill my mouth. "That's enough Bradley!" Adrian growled, he was still stood up and looking at the scene in front of him. His eyes hard as he stared at the principal a low warning growl erupted from his chest which had the head teacher gulping, he quickly let go of my arm causing me to crash to the floor. A small cry left my mouth as I hit the hard floor. Immediately I scrambled away, my foot just missed the high step leading to the stage and I fell, waiting for the impact of the ground, but it never came. Two strong arms wrapped around me catching my weak body causing me to look up, my eyes widened as I noticed Adrian had caught my falling form. "This isn't part of the human punishment program!" Adrian growled causing me to tense in his grip, I pushed him away from me before fixing my uniform top. The room was deadly silent, taking in the scene in front of them, while I stole a glance at my forearm. Carved into my skin by his devastating claws were two words, words that would most definitely scar my body for life. 'Human scum' "Lessons must be learned, she received lashing merely two days ago, and clearly it had no effect on her." Another growl left Adrian's chest as he stepped on to the stage, I wasn't bothered though, you would think I'd be ashamed but I simply smiled slightly. I fixed my sleeve a little so it wouldn't rub on the fresh wound before speaking. "It doesn't matter," the whole room looked at me shocked by my attitude. "I would rather be labeled human scum, than have any resemblance to your kind. I'm proud of what I am, how many of you can say that?" After my amazing little speech, I walked right down the middle between the humans and lycans and out the door. No more compliance, I'm going to get away with as much as I can without getting into too much bother. There will come a day when the lycans power will fizzle out. When it does I'll be ready, I'll be waiting for the day we take our world back. As for the best part about my plan...

No one can stop me.

"Ouch, not so hard." I seethed as the school nurse cleaned my new wound with antiseptic. "If you had of just kept your mouth shut, this wouldn't have happened." I turned to my right looking out the window at the few clouds that were floating in the blue sky. "Like I said, I'm proud to be human, and now everyone knows what I am." I clenched my fist together as the nurse began wrapping a bandage around my forearm. It had been a good few hours since the incident in the hall, and I had been forced to come to the nurces office after I had tried to clean my wound by splashing it with water from the tap, it also refused to stop bleeding. "You are impossible. Can you please just try and stay out of trouble? For one day, that's all I ask." Our school nurse is a wolf, she's one of them. However she hates the way they treat us mere humans, she thinks we should all just live in peace with equal rights. Like that would ever happen. "All I've done is stay out of trouble, but you are just going to humiliate me anyway, so what's the actual point?" "The pack were discussing a public execution, Dylan. You need to walk on egg shells from now on, not just for you but for your family as well." No ones been publicly executed in over 4 months, I'm flattered they're considering it. They only execute people who they believe are the biggest problems to society. "Well then... I'm flattered." I chuckled, before looking at the patch job. 'Huh, not too shabby.' I quickly stood up from the human nursing station and pulled the sleeve of my shirt down covering the evidence of ever being hurt. "This is serious!" I just gave her a blank look before leaving the room. On the way out I heard her call back to me. "Please just think about it." I gave a clipped nod as I walked away wondering how I'm going to tell my mom about this. Later in the evening... "Dilly why you say that?" Freddie looked up at me with a mouth full of bread. "Don't speak with your mouthful!" My mom scolded him as a bashful blush made its way to his cheeks. "Sowwy mommy." His reply was muffled as he swallowed the last chunk of food. "I said it Freddie, because it's the truth. The wolf race are a pathetic excuse for..." my mom cut me off with an extremely stern look. "Dylan! They have ears everywhere, one more word out of you and it's your room." I scowled, my hatred for the Lycan kind growing stronger as each day passes. "What more can they do to me, lash me? Beat me? Brand me? They've ran out of options." I stated slamming my hands down, then severely regretting it as sharp pain shot though my wound. "What was that?" My head shot to regard my mothers worried expression. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were dull and judging as she looked at me. "Nothing, it was nothing." I quickly took my plate in my hand and began to walk to the kitchen. "I'm not really hungry, and I have homework to do!" My mom caught hold of my forearm causing me to drop my plate suddenly, I watched it slowly fall before shattering on the floor. I retracted my arm quickly and turned to Freddie. "Stay there and don't move until it's cleaned up ok sport?" He just nodded with wide eyes, I turned back to my mom and noticed her curious stare on my arm. Her grip shifted to the other side as she turned it around before pulling my sleeve up. The bandage was showing and a bit of blood was seeping though after the wound had been disturbed. "What the hel happened?" My moms eyes widened as she began to fumble with the bandage. Before she could unravel any of it I snatched my arm away. "I had an accident at school. No big." I began to gather the large pieces of the broken plate up ready to put them in the bin. "What did you do Dylan?" She looked at me with pure worry and only then did I realize what the wound must look like to someone who didn't know. "For gods sake! I didn't do it to myself! I got publicly punished at the assembly alright? It's no big deal." Her face dropped instantly and she stepped towards me, causing me to step backwards. "Mom, I'm ok. So back off will you." "What did you do? I've never known them to cut someone's arm as a punishment." Her shock and accusation was evident in her voice and I sighed heavily. "I spoke against the alphas son." I may have hit him too, but I wasn't going to divulge that part to her. "It's not one big cut, mom, it's a brand, 'human scum' carved onto my arm." "They've branded you now too?!" My eyes rolled at her hurt tone as I went to get the dustpan and brush. "You're so much like your father." A sigh left her mouth as she spoke, running a hand through her hair, while I quickly swept up the little pieces of the broken plate. "You've had a new uniform delivered. It's laid out on your bed. Dylan, Please just try and stay respectful in the future, I don't want my daughter to be completely mutilated. Although you're not far off." "Gee, Thanks." I then walked over to my little brother Freddy before blowing a kiss into his neck and hearing him giggle. "So sport, how's school going?" "It's ok." He shrugged before going back to coloring a dinosaur picture in. "Well that's good, stay out of trouble, ok little man?" Heading upstairs and into my room, my thoughts wandered to the permanent graffiti scar very slowly healing on my arm. Disgusting beasts. Think they own the world because they're faster, stronger and can shift. Pah. If you ask me they are not all that.

The second I walked into my room my mouth dropped open. On my bed was some grey pants laid out neatly, which wasn't the surprising part, no, what shocked me was the grey high neck no sleeved button down shirt, every single set of uniform had sleeves except this one. They've done this on purpose those, mutts. They want the world to see my arm and know what a disgusting creature I am. They want the world to know that I, Dylan Riley, am nothing more than 'human scum'.

During the last week, I've been horrible, in class I've been loud in voicing my views, I've insulted at least everyone to some degree, I didn't care about the consequences, and I certainly didn't think about them. I haven't seen Nick at all since he was claimed, and to make matters worse today was the royal visit. Oh yes, werewolves and mated humans alike were spending every waking minute preparing themselves to meet his royal majesty, king of the wolves. Unclaimed Humans however would rather stick pins in their eyes. "Dylan, get down now... you're going to be late." She was right, I was dawdling this morning, I really couldn't be bothered today, I gave myself one last look in the small mirror and sighed when my eyes met my newly uncovered brand. It had bad bruising around the letters, and was still extremely tender to touch, it was definitely healing now though. I made my way down the stairs and came face to face with my mother who was seeing to Freddie, she was helping my brother get his coat on when she turned to me. "You ready sport?" Freddie nodded his little head at me and smiled while I quickly slid my shoes on. "Just Remember, the alpha is bad enough, Dylan, please, please don't do anything to anger the king." My mother stopped us from walking out the door to tell me something she had been telling me continuously for the last couple of days, it was almost as if the entire human population of our district was expecting me to do something stvpid. "Try and have a good day." I rolled my eyes but nodded, even I know not to push the king, he could kil me in the hallway like it was nothing. In fact I plan on staying out of his way for the entirety of the day. "We will see you tonight mom." I stated before me and my brother began our walk to school, his little hand clutched my own tightly as we went. Usually Nick would be with us, as he lives next door, well he used to, now he's residing in the main pack house. I quickly dropped Freddie off at his school and watched him get the wolfsbane neutralizer before walking into him building giving me a small wave before he went in. With my new scar on complete show, and my figure being complimented by the skin tight shirt I was wearing, I sauntered down the street to school, I gave my name and year in and took the wolf's bane neutralizer injection with no problems at all. It was finally getting into school that the problem occurred. Walking through the halls I was met by many looks, some of pity some of disgust. You see every single non mated human in the school was wearing a long sleeved version of the uniform I was given. All the Wolves and mated couples were scattered around in fancy floor length dresses or tailored suits. As I turned the corner I noticed a couple, now this couple happened to catch my eye the most out of all of them because it consisted of Arya and Nick, eating each other's faces off. "What the hel!" Nicks head shot to me as his eyes widened. He too was dressed in a tailored suit, a navy blue tie hung on his neck to match Aryas dress. Why was this happening all the time? It's always my friends that get completely brain washed. I shook my head in disbelief before turning my back on him. I heard his fast footsteps behind me as I rounded the corner. "Dylan?!" He ran right in front of me, stopping me in my tracks, making me drop my bag off my shoulder and almost causing me to bump into him. "Let me just explain..." "Has she marked you?" I mean you could almost see it in his eyes, she had marked him, and knowing the way life goes he's probably even mated with her. "Actually... Don't even answer that." I aggressively picked my bag up off of the floor and stormed off down the hall. "Dylan, just listen to me, Erin was right, it's so hard to resist your soulmate, and Arya is actually ok once you get to know her." I just kept walking, he caught up to me walking beside me but it didn't matter, I completely ignored everything and everyone. 'I'm so not in the mood today' getting into class was good though, I said hello to Mr Foley and took my usual seat. Nick sighed then took his bag off ready to sit next to me, but I snapped before he had the chance. "Traitors and mated idiots sit on that side of the room." I didn't look him in the eye as I pointed to a seat right at the front of the classroom on the opposite side. His eyes widened as he turned his attention back to me. "You can't be serious Dylan." I gave him a blank look before grabbing my book out of my backpack, I placed it on the desk then began to write the date on the top line. "I've sat in this seat for as long as I can remember." I ignored him, his voice sounded sad and shocked. "Dylan? Wait! What is that?!" Before I could react Nick had grabbed hold of my branded arm and turned it to see the letters. "Oh my God! What happened?" I snatched my arm away from him and shrugged as I continued to write in my book before grabbing my water bottle out of my bag. "The principal happened, it was my punishment for speaking out against Adrian and Arya. I wear it with pride." He just held a complete look of disbelief. "You spoke out against them?" I shrugged, what did he think I'd do. "It's no secret that I despise this stvpid new world and the mutts that control it. You were my friend, I wasn't going to let them just take you without saying something, although that is exactly what you seem to have done. Enjoy the view from your new seat!" "Don't be like that, Dylan, I'm your best friend, I'm sorry about your arm, but..." my eyes rolled inside my head at my friends words. "Anything with the word 'but' in, isn't an apology, it's a rationalization." I took a drink of water from my bottle and kept my eyes facing forward, ignoring his every attempt to try and talk to me. "Dylan?.. Dylan?... Do you know what? Erin is right, if you push us all away you won't have any friends left." He huffed before walking over to the empty seat and sitting down, I could feel him glancing up at me every now and again but I didn't respond. "Good morning class, please settle down." He looked at me then at Nick and frowned, we've never sat apart, we were friends before the new world even began. I just shook my head telling him to forget it. "So... as you know the king will be arriving in a short while, but until then lessons will go on as normal." Its funny seeing teachers in the same uniform your wearing, mr Foley and his wife are the coolest. Human teachers and doctors only have slightly more respect than we do. Because of Mr Foley's status him and his wife have better access to food and drink, Mrs Foley is cool, sometimes she even makes sure mr Foley brings some in for me. Ya know, coz I'm their favorite student. It's not in a weird way, it's just they were friends of the family before the new wold took effect. Mr Foley and my dad were buddies from high school, so it goes without sayin really. "All the mated humans will be at the front of each years line again, after that you will all be placed in status, Nick, as your mated to Alpha Arya, you'll be at the front of your line. Dylan as you have been branded..." his voice trailed off as he looked at me. "Yeah yeah, I'll be at the back of the line behind everyone. I get it." I huffed, moving my sight towards the window once more. "I am sorry." I turned to face Mr Foley again, he looked genuinely upset and that look of pity wasn't something I wanted to see. I gave him a clipped nod then turned away again. "Anyway, on to the subject matter, 'Of Mice and Men, page 64, Nick why don't you start us off with the reading."

"Of course sir." Nick began reading the book but I switched off, today is going to be a long day. After almost an hour and a half of reading comprehension, the bell chimed signaling lunch. I shot up and out of the classroom before anyone could say anything. Today, I was avoiding drama like the plague.

I wandered the corridors straight to the lunch hall. All the people I would normally hang out with we're all mated so I grabbed my lunch quickly, and sat down at the end of the human table. Let me lay the lunch hall out for you. On one side of the room you have two long rows of tables, with simple benches that make it look like prison, on the other side of the room you have multiple round tables with fancy chairs. Yup you get it. The humans sit at the prison tables and the wolves and traitors sit on the fancy tables, they get fancy food, fancy drink and most importantly they get pudding. what I would give to have some pudding. "Dylan can we just talk?" Nick quickly took the spot next to me as he set his lunch tray down. I looked at his food which had been placed on a ceramic, circular white plate. God that looked good. I sighed knowing he was going to talk anyway. "Fine, you have two minutes." I used my fork to take a bit of pasta off his plate and shoved it into my mouth. God that was good. "After I left school, I was taken to the pack house with Arya, and I really got to know her. It took a few days for me to finally accept being with her, but ever since life has been ok, and the sax... well that's a whole other story." Eww, I didn't need that mental image in my head. "I'm glad your happy." I stated before deciding I had no appetite. His face held shock before he sighed in relief. "That means a lot Dylan, I mean you know that your opinion matters to me." I cut him off before he could say anything else. "I said I was glad your happy. I didn't say I approved of what you've done. You've basically turned into one of THEM, I can't ever forgive you for that." He looked hurt, but I couldn't care less about his feelings. He placed his hand gently on my arm and went to open his mouth when a growl sounded out. All heads whipped to where it came from, Arya was stood holding a glass of soda and a plate, she was looking right at me and Nick and I would totally be dead if looks could kil. Nick quickly retracted his hand, his whole face fell and you could see sorrow flood his irises. "You sit with me now, get away from that, that... scum!" Wow, Nick was such a lucky guy. NOT. "You heard her. Get away from me, go sit with your new friends. I'm happy for you, and I understand where your coming from, but don't come up to me again and pretend you didn't betray your own kind. Don't pretend you didn't betray me." I shoved a little bit of food into my mouth before standing up and walking out of the cafeteria, leaving my tray on the table. I was walking through the hallway to the classroom, you see I decided to spend lunch with Mr Foley in his room, when I happened to hear voices in the corridor. "Is it wise for her to actually be present when the king arrives? Surely she could be placed in the dungeons, it might actually teach her some respect?" My principal was speaking to the alpha of our district, huh, if I stayed and listened do you think they'd notice, maybe they could smell me?! "Everyone is to be present, if the Riley girl does one thing out of line she will be dealt with severely, child or not. That girl has been a blight to the district since day one, she's dangerous, if she puts one hair out of place I will personally break her into submission." Oh shet, they were talking about me specifically, and they mentioned the dungeon, that's not been used in months. Normally I would have listened in more but something about the entire situation didn't sit right with me, all of a sudden, I was on edge, and simply wasn't interested in the slightest in hearing how my misery was to be enhanced. I backed up slightly before turning around and bumping head first into one of the hottest man I had ever seen. I lost my balance immediately and fell straight on to the floor letting out a small grumble in the process. His eyebrows knitted together quickly and his breath hitched in his throat as he looked upon my fallen state and gasped. "Mate!" He whispered, his eyes fixated on mine. Now, I had seen and heard that many times to know what that means, I gasped before taking a step back. 'No, no, no, no, no. This can not be happening.' He growled slightly before stepping towards me. Oh Shet!

T20 World Cup 2024 Schedule: Here are the full suit fixtures, dates, venues, squads, and live streaming information for the 2024 ICC Men's T20 World Cup, which will take place in the United States and the West Indies beginning June 1.

T20 World Cup 2024

Everything You Need to Know The ninth ICC Men's T20 World Cup will begin on June 1 in the United States and the West Indies (June 2 in India).

— BCCI (@BCCI) January 5, 2024

For the first time since its establishment in 2007, when India was crowned champions, the event will feature 20 groups spread among four organizations in the first round.

Here is an overview of all you need to know about the T20 World Cup 2024:

Format, Groups, and Seeding

Four companies from five groups will compete in a single round-robin style in the league stage. The top two teams from each university will advance to the Super Eights. If the top eight teams from the T20I format advance to the Super Eight, they will be grouped mostly based on their predetermined seedings, regardless of whether they finished first or second in the league stage.
The league-stage firms include India, Pakistan, Ireland, the United States, and Canada.
Group B includes Australia, England, Namibia, Oman, and Scotland.
Group C includes Afghanistan, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, Uganda, and the West Indies.
Group D includes Bangladesh, the Netherlands, Nepal, South Africa, and Sri Lanka.
In the Super 8, the groups will again be divided into agencies in a single-spherical robin league, with the top two groups from each organization advancing to the semis.
The predetermined seedings for the Super 8s are:
Group 1 includes India (A1), Australia (B2), New Zealand (C1), and Sri Lanka (D2).
Group 2 includes Pakistan (A2), England (B1), the West Indies (C2), and South Africa (D1).

Venues of T20 World Cup

The United States

New York, Texas, and Florida will host sixteen matches within the United States. Eight of these disputes, including the highly anticipated India-Pakistan conflict, will take place in New York.

West Indies

Six Caribbean countries will host as many as 39 matches. Antigua and Barbuda, Barbados, Grenada, Guyana, Saint Lucia, St Vincent and the Grenadines, and Trinidad and Tobago will host the video games over three tiers of the event. The final performance can take place on June 29 in Barbados.

T20 World Cup 2024 Schedule:

— Mufaddal Vohra (@mufaddal_vohra) June 1, 2024

June 1: Match 1: United States v Canada, Dallas – 06:00 AM IST (June 2 in India) (07:30 PM Local)
June 2: Match 2: West Indies v Papua New Guinea, Guyana; 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM local)
June 2: Match 3: Namibia v Oman, Barbados – 06:00 AM IST (June 3 in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 3: Match 4: Sri Lanka v South Africa, New York; 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM nearby)
June 3: Match 5: Afghanistan v Uganda, Guyana; 06:00 AM IST (June 4 in India) (08:30 PM neighborhood)
June 4: Match 6: England v Scotland, Barbados – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 4: Match 7: Netherlands v Nepal, Dallas; 09:00 PM IST (10:30 AM neighborhood)
June 5: Match 8: India v Ireland, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 5: Match 9: Papua New Guinea v Uganda, Guyana; 05:00 AM IST (June 6 in India) (07:30 PM local)
June 5: Match 10: Australia v Oman, Barbados – 06:00 AM IST (June 6 in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 6: Match 11: United States v Pakistan, Dallas – 09:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 6: Match 12: Namibia v Scotland, Barbados – 12:30 AM IST (June 7 in India) (03:00 PM Local)
June 7: Match 13: Canada v Ireland, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 7: Match 14: New Zealand v Afghanistan, Guyana; 05:00 AM IST (June eight in India) (07:30 PM neighborhood)
June 7: Match 15: Sri Lanka v Bangladesh, Dallas; 06:00 AM IST (June eight in India) (07:30 PM nearby)
June 8: Match 16: Netherlands v South Africa, New York; 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM nearby)
June 8: Match 17: West Indies v Uganda, Guyana; 06:00 AM IST (08:30 PM nearby)
June 8: Match 18: Australia v England, Barbados – 10:30 PM IST (01:00 PM Local)
June 9: Match 19: India v Pakistan, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 9: Match 20: Oman v Scotland, Antigua – 10:30 PM IST (01:00 PM Local)
June 10: Match 21: South Africa v Bangladesh, New York; 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM nearby)
June 11: Match 22: Pakistan v Canada, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 11: Match 23: Sri Lanka v Nepal, Florida; 05:00 AM IST (June 12 in India) (07:30 PM neighborhood)
June 11: Match 24: Australia v Namibia, Antigua – 06:00 AM IST (June 12 in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 12: Match 25: United States v India, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 12: Match 26: West Indies v New Zealand, Trinidad; 06:00 AM IST (June 13 in India) (08:30 PM nearby)
June 13: Match 27: Bangladesh v Netherlands, St Vincent; 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM nearby)
June 13: Match 28: England v Oman, Antigua – 12:30 AM IST (June 14 in India) (03:00 PM Local)
June 13: Match 29: Afghanistan v Papua New Guinea, Trinidad; 06:00 AM IST (June 14 in India) (08:30 PM nearby)
June 14: Match 30: United States v Ireland, Florida – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 14: Match 31: South Africa v Nepal, St Vincent; 05:00 AM IST (June 15 in India) (07:30 PM neighborhood)
June 14: Match 32: New Zealand v Uganda, Trinidad; 06:00 AM IST (08:30 PM neighborhood)
June 15: Match 33: India v Canada, Florida – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 15: Match 34: Namibia v England, Antigua – 10:30 PM IST (01:00 PM Local)
June 15: Match 35: Australia v Scotland, St Lucia – 06:00 AM IST (June sixteen in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 16: Match 36: Pakistan v Ireland, Florida – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 16: Match 37: Bangladesh v Nepal, St Vincent; 05:00 AM IST (June 17 in India) (07:30 PM nearby)
June 16: Match 38: Sri Lanka v Netherlands, St Lucia; 06:00 AM IST (June 17 in India) (08:30 PM neighborhood)
June 17: Match 39: New Zealand v Papua New Guinea, Trinidad; 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM local)
June 17: Match 40: West Indies v Afghanistan, St Lucia; 06:00 AM IST (08:30 PM local)
June 19-24: Super 8s
June 26: Semifinal 1, Trinidad – 06:00 AM (June 27 in India) (08:30 PM nearby)
June 27: Semifinal 2, Guyana – 08:00 PM (10:30 AM Local)
June 29: Final, Barbados – 07:30 PM (10:00 AM neighborhood)

T20 World Cup 2024 squads

Group A T20 World Cup

India: Rohit Sharma (c), Hardik Pandya, Yashasvi Jaiswal, Virat Kohli, Suryakumar Yadav, Rishabh Pant, Sanju Samson, Shivam Dube, Ravindra Jadeja, Axar Patel, Kuldeep Yadav, Yuzvendra Chahal, Arshdeep Singh, Jasprit Bumrah, Mohd. Siraj. Reserves: Shubman Gill, Rinku Singh, Khaleel Ahmed, Avesh Khan

— Mufaddal Vohra (@mufaddal_vohra) June 1, 2024

Pakistan: Babar Azam (c), Abrar Ahmed, Azam Khan, Fakhar Zaman, Haris Rauf, Iftikhar Ahmed, Imad Wasim, Mohammad Abbas Afridi, Mohammad Amir, Mohammad Rizwan, Naseem Shah, Saim Ayub, Shadab Khan, Shaheen Shah Afridi, Usman Khan
USA: Monank Patel (c), Aaron Jones, Andries Gous, Corey Anderson, Ali Khan, Harmeet Singh, Jessy Singh, Milind Kumar, Nisarg Patel, Nitish Kumar, Noshtush Kenjige, Saurabh Nethralvakar, Shadley Van Schalkwyk, Steven Taylor, Shayan Jahangir. Reserve Players: Gajanand Singh, Juanoy Drysdale, Yasir Mohammad.
Ireland: Paul Stirling (c), Mark Adair, Ross Adair, Andrew Balbirnie, Curtis Campher, Gareth Delany, George Dockrell, Graham Hume, Josh Little, Barry McCarthy, Neil Rock, Harry Tector, Lorcan Tucker, Ben White, Craig Young.
Canada: Saad Bin Zafar (c), Aaron Johnson, Ravinderpal Singh, Navneet Dhaliwal, Kaleem Sana, Dilon Heyliger, Jeremy Gordon, Nikhil Dutta, Pargat Singh, Nicholas Kirton, Rayyankhan Pathan, Junaid Siddiqui, Dilpreet Bajwa, Shreyas Movva, Rishiv Joshi. Reserves: Tajinder Singh, Aaditya Varadharajan, Ammar Khalid, Jatinder Matharu, Parveen Kumar.

Group B T20 World Cup

Australia: Mitchell Marsh (c), Ashton Agar, Pat Cummins, Tim David, Nathan Ellis, Cameron Green, Josh Hazlewood, Travis Head, Josh Inglis, Glenn Maxwell, Mitchell Starc, Marcus Stoinis, Matthew Wade, David Warner, Adam Zampa. Travelling Reserves: Jake Fraser-McGurk, Matt Short.
England: Jos Buttler (c), Moeen Ali, Jofra Archer, Jonathan Bairstow, Harry Brook, Sam Curran, Ben Duckett, Tom Hartley, Will Jacks, Chris Jordan, Liam Livingstone, Adil Rashid, Phil Salt, Reece Topley, Mark Wood.
Namibia: Gerhard Erasmus (c), Zane Green, Michael Van Lingen, Dylan Leicher, Ruben Trumpelmann, Jack Brassell, Ben Shikongo, Tangeni Lungameni, Niko Davin, JJ Smit, Jan Frylinck, JP Kotze, David Wiese, Bernard Scholtz, Malan Kruger, PD Blignaut.
Oman: Aqib Ilyas (c), Zeeshan Maqsood, Kashyap Prajapati, Pratik Athavale, Ayaan Khan, Shoaib Khan, Mohammad Nadeem, Naseem Khushi, Mehran Khan, Bilal Khan, Rafiullah, Kaleemullah, Fayyaz Butt, Shakeel Ahmad, Khalid Kail. Reserves: Jatinder Singh, Samay Shrivastava, Sufyan Mehmood, Jay Odedra.
Scotland: Richie Berrington (c), Matthew Cross, Brad Currie, Chris Greaves, Oli Hairs, Jack Jarvis, Michael Jones, Michael Leask, Brandon McMullen, George Munsey, Safyaan Sharif, Chris Sole, Charlie Tear, Mark Watt, Brad Wheal.

Group C T20 World Cup

West Indies: Rovman Powell (c), Alzarri Joseph, Johnson Charles, Roston Chase, Shimron Hetmyer, Oshane Thomas, Shai Hope, Akeal Hosein, Shamar Joseph, Brandon King, Gudakesh Motie, Nicholas Pooran, Andre Russell, Sherfane Rutherford, Romario Shepherd.
New Zealand: Kane Williamson (c), Finn Allen, Trent Boult, Michael Bracewell, Mark Chapman, Devon Conway, Lockie Ferguson, Matt Henry, Daryl Mitchell, Jimmy Neesham, Glenn Phillips, Rachin Ravindra, Mitchell Santner, Ish Sodhi, Tim Southee. Travelling Reserve: Ben Sears.
Afghanistan: Rashid Khan (c), Rahmanullah Gurbaz, Ibrahim Zadran, Azmatullah Omarzai, Najibullah Zadran, Mohammad Ishaq, Mohammad Nabi, Gulbadin Naib, Karim Janat, Nangyal Kharoti, Mujeeb Ur Rahman, Noor Ahmad, Naveen-ul-Haq, Fazalhaq Farooqi, Fareed Ahmad Malik. Reserves: Sediq Atal, Hazratullah Zazai, Saleem Safi.
Papua New Guinea: Assadollah Vala (c), Alei Nao, Chad Soper, CJ Amini, Hila Vare, Hiri Hiri, Jack Gardner, John Kariko, Kabua Vagi Morea, Kipling Doriga, Lega Siaka, Norman Vanua, Sema Kamea, Sese Bau, Tony Ura.
Uganda: Brian Masaba (c), Simon Ssesazi, Roger Mukasa, Cosmas Kyewuta, Dinesh Nakrani, Fred Achelam, Kenneth Waiswa, Alpesh Ramjani, Frank Nsubuga, Henry Ssenyondo, Bilal Hassun, Robinson Obuya, Riazat Ali Shah, Juma Miyaji, Ronak Patel. Travelling Reserves: Innocent Mwebaze, Ronald Lutaaya.

Group D T20 World Cup

South Africa: Aiden Markram (c), Ottniel Baartman, Gerald Coetzee, Quinton de Kock, Bjorn Fortuin, Reeza Hendricks, Marco Jansen, Heinrich Klaasen, Keshav Maharaj, David Miller, Anrich Nortje, Kagiso Rabada, Ryan Rickelton, Tabraiz Shamsi, Tristan Stubbs.
Sri Lanka: Wanindu Hasaranga (c), Charith Asalanka, Kusal Mendis, Pathum Nissanka, Kamindu Mendis, Sadeera Samarawickrama, Angelo Mathews, Dasun Shanaka, Dhananjaya De Silva, Maheesh Theekshana, Dunith Wellalage, Dushmantha Chameera, Nuwan Thushara, Matheesha Pathirana, Dilshan Madushanka. Travelling Reserves: Asitha Fernando, Vijayakanth Viyaskanth, Bhanuka Rajapaksa, Janith Liyanage.
Bangladesh: Najmul Hossain Shanto (c), Taskin Ahmed, Litton Das, Soumya Sarkar, Tanzid Hasan Tamim, Shakib Al Hasan, Tawhid Hridoy, Mahmud Ullah Riyad, Jaker Ali Anik, Tanvir Islam, Shak Mahedi Hasan, Rishad Hossain, Mustafizur Rahman, Shoriful Islam, Tanzim Hasan Sakib. Travelling reserves: Afif Hossain, Hasan Mahmud
Nepal: Rohit Paudel (c), Aasif Sheikh, Anil Kumar Sah, Kushal Bhurtel, Kushal Malla, Dipendra Singh Airee, Lalit Rajbanshi, Karan KC, Gulshan Jha, Sompal Kami, Pratis GC, Sundeep Jora, Abinash Bohara, Sagar Dhakal, Kamal Singh Airee.
Netherlands: Scott Edwards (c), Aryan Dutt, Bas de Leede, Kyle Klein, Logan van Beek, Max O’Dowd, Michael Levitt, Paul van Meekeren, Ryan Klein, Saqib Zulfiqar, Sybrand Engelbrecht, Teja Nidamanuru, ⁠⁠Tim Pringle, Vikram Singh, Viv Kingma, Wesley Barresi.

When and where to watch the T20 World Cup 2024 on television?

T20 World Cup 2024 Schedule: T20 World Cup 2024 Schedule: Here are the full suit fixtures, dates, venues, squads, and live streaming information for the 2024 ICC Men's T20 World Cup, which will take place in the United States and the West Indies beginning June 1.

T20 World Cup 2024

Everything You Need to Know The ninth ICC Men's T20 World Cup will begin on June 1 in the United States and the West Indies (June 2 in India).

— BCCI (@BCCI) January 5, 2024

For the first time since its establishment in 2007, when India was crowned champions, the event will feature 20 groups spread among four organizations in the first round.

Here is an overview of all you need to know about the T20 World Cup 2024:

Format, Groups, and Seeding

Four companies from five groups will compete in a single round-robin style in the league stage. The top two teams from each university will advance to the Super Eights. If the top eight teams from the T20I format advance to the Super Eight, they will be grouped mostly based on their predetermined seedings, regardless of whether they finished first or second in the league stage.
The league-stage firms include India, Pakistan, Ireland, the United States, and Canada.
Group B includes Australia, England, Namibia, Oman, and Scotland.
Group C includes Afghanistan, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, Uganda, and the West Indies.
Group D includes Bangladesh, the Netherlands, Nepal, South Africa, and Sri Lanka.
In the Super 8, the groups will again be divided into agencies in a single-spherical robin league, with the top two groups from each organization advancing to the semis.
The predetermined seedings for the Super 8s are:
Group 1 includes India (A1), Australia (B2), New Zealand (C1), and Sri Lanka (D2).
Group 2 includes Pakistan (A2), England (B1), the West Indies (C2), and South Africa (D1).

Venues of T20 World Cup

The United States

New York, Texas, and Florida will host sixteen matches within the United States. Eight of these disputes, including the highly anticipated India-Pakistan conflict, will take place in New York.

West Indies

Six Caribbean countries will host as many as 39 matches. Antigua and Barbuda, Barbados, Grenada, Guyana, Saint Lucia, St Vincent and the Grenadines, and Trinidad and Tobago will host the video games over three tiers of the event. The final performance can take place on June 29 in Barbados.

T20 World Cup 2024 Schedule:

— Mufaddal Vohra (@mufaddal_vohra) June 1, 2024

June 1: Match 1: United States v Canada, Dallas – 06:00 AM IST (June 2 in India) (07:30 PM Local)
June 2: Match 2: West Indies v Papua New Guinea, Guyana; 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM local)
June 2: Match 3: Namibia v Oman, Barbados – 06:00 AM IST (June 3 in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 3: Match 4: Sri Lanka v South Africa, New York; 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM nearby)
June 3: Match 5: Afghanistan v Uganda, Guyana; 06:00 AM IST (June 4 in India) (08:30 PM neighborhood)
June 4: Match 6: England v Scotland, Barbados – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 4: Match 7: Netherlands v Nepal, Dallas; 09:00 PM IST (10:30 AM neighborhood)
June 5: Match 8: India v Ireland, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 5: Match 9: Papua New Guinea v Uganda, Guyana; 05:00 AM IST (June 6 in India) (07:30 PM local)
June 5: Match 10: Australia v Oman, Barbados – 06:00 AM IST (June 6 in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 6: Match 11: United States v Pakistan, Dallas – 09:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 6: Match 12: Namibia v Scotland, Barbados – 12:30 AM IST (June 7 in India) (03:00 PM Local)
June 7: Match 13: Canada v Ireland, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 7: Match 14: New Zealand v Afghanistan, Guyana; 05:00 AM IST (June eight in India) (07:30 PM neighborhood)
June 7: Match 15: Sri Lanka v Bangladesh, Dallas; 06:00 AM IST (June eight in India) (07:30 PM nearby)
June 8: Match 16: Netherlands v South Africa, New York; 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM nearby)
June 8: Match 17: West Indies v Uganda, Guyana; 06:00 AM IST (08:30 PM nearby)
June 8: Match 18: Australia v England, Barbados – 10:30 PM IST (01:00 PM Local)
June 9: Match 19: India v Pakistan, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 9: Match 20: Oman v Scotland, Antigua – 10:30 PM IST (01:00 PM Local)
June 10: Match 21: South Africa v Bangladesh, New York; 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM nearby)
June 11: Match 22: Pakistan v Canada, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 11: Match 23: Sri Lanka v Nepal, Florida; 05:00 AM IST (June 12 in India) (07:30 PM neighborhood)
June 11: Match 24: Australia v Namibia, Antigua – 06:00 AM IST (June 12 in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 12: Match 25: United States v India, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 12: Match 26: West Indies v New Zealand, Trinidad; 06:00 AM IST (June 13 in India) (08:30 PM nearby)
June 13: Match 27: Bangladesh v Netherlands, St Vincent; 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM nearby)
June 13: Match 28: England v Oman, Antigua – 12:30 AM IST (June 14 in India) (03:00 PM Local)
June 13: Match 29: Afghanistan v Papua New Guinea, Trinidad; 06:00 AM IST (June 14 in India) (08:30 PM nearby)
June 14: Match 30: United States v Ireland, Florida – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 14: Match 31: South Africa v Nepal, St Vincent; 05:00 AM IST (June 15 in India) (07:30 PM neighborhood)
June 14: Match 32: New Zealand v Uganda, Trinidad; 06:00 AM IST (08:30 PM neighborhood)
June 15: Match 33: India v Canada, Florida – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 15: Match 34: Namibia v England, Antigua – 10:30 PM IST (01:00 PM Local)
June 15: Match 35: Australia v Scotland, St Lucia – 06:00 AM IST (June sixteen in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 16: Match 36: Pakistan v Ireland, Florida – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 16: Match 37: Bangladesh v Nepal, St Vincent; 05:00 AM IST (June 17 in India) (07:30 PM nearby)
June 16: Match 38: Sri Lanka v Netherlands, St Lucia; 06:00 AM IST (June 17 in India) (08:30 PM neighborhood)
June 17: Match 39: New Zealand v Papua New Guinea, Trinidad; 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM local)
June 17: Match 40: West Indies v Afghanistan, St Lucia; 06:00 AM IST (08:30 PM local)
June 19-24: Super 8s
June 26: Semifinal 1, Trinidad – 06:00 AM (June 27 in India) (08:30 PM nearby)
June 27: Semifinal 2, Guyana – 08:00 PM (10:30 AM Local)
June 29: Final, Barbados – 07:30 PM (10:00 AM neighborhood)

T20 World Cup 2024 squads

Group A T20 World Cup

India: Rohit Sharma (c), Hardik Pandya, Yashasvi Jaiswal, Virat Kohli, Suryakumar Yadav, Rishabh Pant, Sanju Samson, Shivam Dube, Ravindra Jadeja, Axar Patel, Kuldeep Yadav, Yuzvendra Chahal, Arshdeep Singh, Jasprit Bumrah, Mohd. Siraj. Reserves: Shubman Gill, Rinku Singh, Khaleel Ahmed, Avesh Khan

— Mufaddal Vohra (@mufaddal_vohra) June 1, 2024

Pakistan: Babar Azam (c), Abrar Ahmed, Azam Khan, Fakhar Zaman, Haris Rauf, Iftikhar Ahmed, Imad Wasim, Mohammad Abbas Afridi, Mohammad Amir, Mohammad Rizwan, Naseem Shah, Saim Ayub, Shadab Khan, Shaheen Shah Afridi, Usman Khan
USA: Monank Patel (c), Aaron Jones, Andries Gous, Corey Anderson, Ali Khan, Harmeet Singh, Jessy Singh, Milind Kumar, Nisarg Patel, Nitish Kumar, Noshtush Kenjige, Saurabh Nethralvakar, Shadley Van Schalkwyk, Steven Taylor, Shayan Jahangir. Reserve Players: Gajanand Singh, Juanoy Drysdale, Yasir Mohammad.
Ireland: Paul Stirling (c), Mark Adair, Ross Adair, Andrew Balbirnie, Curtis Campher, Gareth Delany, George Dockrell, Graham Hume, Josh Little, Barry McCarthy, Neil Rock, Harry Tector, Lorcan Tucker, Ben White, Craig Young.
Canada: Saad Bin Zafar (c), Aaron Johnson, Ravinderpal Singh, Navneet Dhaliwal, Kaleem Sana, Dilon Heyliger, Jeremy Gordon, Nikhil Dutta, Pargat Singh, Nicholas Kirton, Rayyankhan Pathan, Junaid Siddiqui, Dilpreet Bajwa, Shreyas Movva, Rishiv Joshi. Reserves: Tajinder Singh, Aaditya Varadharajan, Ammar Khalid, Jatinder Matharu, Parveen Kumar.

Group B T20 World Cup

Australia: Mitchell Marsh (c), Ashton Agar, Pat Cummins, Tim David, Nathan Ellis, Cameron Green, Josh Hazlewood, Travis Head, Josh Inglis, Glenn Maxwell, Mitchell Starc, Marcus Stoinis, Matthew Wade, David Warner, Adam Zampa. Travelling Reserves: Jake Fraser-McGurk, Matt Short.
England: Jos Buttler (c), Moeen Ali, Jofra Archer, Jonathan Bairstow, Harry Brook, Sam Curran, Ben Duckett, Tom Hartley, Will Jacks, Chris Jordan, Liam Livingstone, Adil Rashid, Phil Salt, Reece Topley, Mark Wood.
Namibia: Gerhard Erasmus (c), Zane Green, Michael Van Lingen, Dylan Leicher, Ruben Trumpelmann, Jack Brassell, Ben Shikongo, Tangeni Lungameni, Niko Davin, JJ Smit, Jan Frylinck, JP Kotze, David Wiese, Bernard Scholtz, Malan Kruger, PD Blignaut.
Oman: Aqib Ilyas (c), Zeeshan Maqsood, Kashyap Prajapati, Pratik Athavale, Ayaan Khan, Shoaib Khan, Mohammad Nadeem, Naseem Khushi, Mehran Khan, Bilal Khan, Rafiullah, Kaleemullah, Fayyaz Butt, Shakeel Ahmad, Khalid Kail. Reserves: Jatinder Singh, Samay Shrivastava, Sufyan Mehmood, Jay Odedra.
Scotland: Richie Berrington (c), Matthew Cross, Brad Currie, Chris Greaves, Oli Hairs, Jack Jarvis, Michael Jones, Michael Leask, Brandon McMullen, George Munsey, Safyaan Sharif, Chris Sole, Charlie Tear, Mark Watt, Brad Wheal.

Group C T20 World Cup

West Indies: Rovman Powell (c), Alzarri Joseph, Johnson Charles, Roston Chase, Shimron Hetmyer, Oshane Thomas, Shai Hope, Akeal Hosein, Shamar Joseph, Brandon King, Gudakesh Motie, Nicholas Pooran, Andre Russell, Sherfane Rutherford, Romario Shepherd.
New Zealand: Kane Williamson (c), Finn Allen, Trent Boult, Michael Bracewell, Mark Chapman, Devon Conway, Lockie Ferguson, Matt Henry, Daryl Mitchell, Jimmy Neesham, Glenn Phillips, Rachin Ravindra, Mitchell Santner, Ish Sodhi, Tim Southee. Travelling Reserve: Ben Sears.
Afghanistan: Rashid Khan (c), Rahmanullah Gurbaz, Ibrahim Zadran, Azmatullah Omarzai, Najibullah Zadran, Mohammad Ishaq, Mohammad Nabi, Gulbadin Naib, Karim Janat, Nangyal Kharoti, Mujeeb Ur Rahman, Noor Ahmad, Naveen-ul-Haq, Fazalhaq Farooqi, Fareed Ahmad Malik. Reserves: Sediq Atal, Hazratullah Zazai, Saleem Safi.
Papua New Guinea: Assadollah Vala (c), Alei Nao, Chad Soper, CJ Amini, Hila Vare, Hiri Hiri, Jack Gardner, John Kariko, Kabua Vagi Morea, Kipling Doriga, Lega Siaka, Norman Vanua, Sema Kamea, Sese Bau, Tony Ura.
Uganda: Brian Masaba (c), Simon Ssesazi, Roger Mukasa, Cosmas Kyewuta, Dinesh Nakrani, Fred Achelam, Kenneth Waiswa, Alpesh Ramjani, Frank Nsubuga, Henry Ssenyondo, Bilal Hassun, Robinson Obuya, Riazat Ali Shah, Juma Miyaji, Ronak Patel. Travelling Reserves: Innocent Mwebaze, Ronald Lutaaya.

Group D T20 World Cup

South Africa: Aiden Markram (c), Ottniel Baartman, Gerald Coetzee, Quinton de Kock, Bjorn Fortuin, Reeza Hendricks, Marco Jansen, Heinrich Klaasen, Keshav Maharaj, David Miller, Anrich Nortje, Kagiso Rabada, Ryan Rickelton, Tabraiz Shamsi, Tristan Stubbs.
Sri Lanka: Wanindu Hasaranga (c), Charith Asalanka, Kusal Mendis, Pathum Nissanka, Kamindu Mendis, Sadeera Samarawickrama, Angelo Mathews, Dasun Shanaka, Dhananjaya De Silva, Maheesh Theekshana, Dunith Wellalage, Dushmantha Chameera, Nuwan Thushara, Matheesha Pathirana, Dilshan Madushanka. Travelling Reserves: Asitha Fernando, Vijayakanth Viyaskanth, Bhanuka Rajapaksa, Janith Liyanage.
Bangladesh: Najmul Hossain Shanto (c), Taskin Ahmed, Litton Das, Soumya Sarkar, Tanzid Hasan Tamim, Shakib Al Hasan, Tawhid Hridoy, Mahmud Ullah Riyad, Jaker Ali Anik, Tanvir Islam, Shak Mahedi Hasan, Rishad Hossain, Mustafizur Rahman, Shoriful Islam, Tanzim Hasan Sakib. Travelling reserves: Afif Hossain, Hasan Mahmud
Nepal: Rohit Paudel (c), Aasif Sheikh, Anil Kumar Sah, Kushal Bhurtel, Kushal Malla, Dipendra Singh Airee, Lalit Rajbanshi, Karan KC, Gulshan Jha, Sompal Kami, Pratis GC, Sundeep Jora, Abinash Bohara, Sagar Dhakal, Kamal Singh Airee.
Netherlands: Scott Edwards (c), Aryan Dutt, Bas de Leede, Kyle Klein, Logan van Beek, Max O’Dowd, Michael Levitt, Paul van Meekeren, Ryan Klein, Saqib Zulfiqar, Sybrand Engelbrecht, Teja Nidamanuru, ⁠⁠Tim Pringle, Vikram Singh, Viv Kingma, Wesley Barresi.

When and where to watch the T20 World Cup 2024 on television?

You can watch the live telecast of all the T20 World Cup 2024 suits on Star Sports Network.

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You can live movement the T20 World Cup Group Stage fits on Hotstar.
Get the latest updates on IPL 2024 from IPL Points Table to Teams, Schedule, Most Runs, and Most Wickets at the side of live score updates for all matches. Also get Sports news and more cricket updates. Here are the full suit fixtures, dates, venues, squads, and live streaming information for the 2024 ICC Men's T20 World Cup, which will take place in the United States and the West Indies beginning June 1.

T20 World Cup 2024

Everything You Need to Know The ninth ICC Men's T20 World Cup will begin on June 1 in the United States and the West Indies (June 2 in India).

— BCCI (@BCCI) January 5, 2024

For the first time since its establishment in 2007, when India was crowned champions, the event will feature 20 groups spread among four organizations in the first round.

Here is an overview of all you need to know about the T20 World Cup 2024:

Format, Groups, and Seeding

Four companies from five groups will compete in a single round-robin style in the league stage. The top two teams from each university will advance to the Super Eights. If the top eight teams from the T20I format advance to the Super Eight, they will be grouped mostly based on their predetermined seedings, regardless of whether they finished first or second in the league stage.
The league-stage firms include India, Pakistan, Ireland, the United States, and Canada.
Group B includes Australia, England, Namibia, Oman, and Scotland.
Group C includes Afghanistan, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, Uganda, and the West Indies.
Group D includes Bangladesh, the Netherlands, Nepal, South Africa, and Sri Lanka.
In the Super 8, the groups will again be divided into agencies in a single-spherical robin league, with the top two groups from each organization advancing to the semis.
The predetermined seedings for the Super 8s are:
Group 1 includes India (A1), Australia (B2), New Zealand (C1), and Sri Lanka (D2).
Group 2 includes Pakistan (A2), England (B1), the West Indies (C2), and South Africa (D1).

Venues of T20 World Cup

The United States

New York, Texas, and Florida will host sixteen matches within the United States. Eight of these disputes, including the highly anticipated India-Pakistan conflict, will take place in New York.

West Indies

Six Caribbean countries will host as many as 39 matches. Antigua and Barbuda, Barbados, Grenada, Guyana, Saint Lucia, St Vincent and the Grenadines, and Trinidad and Tobago will host the video games over three tiers of the event. The final performance can take place on June 29 in Barbados.

T20 World Cup 2024 Schedule:

— Mufaddal Vohra (@mufaddal_vohra) June 1, 2024

June 1: Match 1: United States v Canada, Dallas – 06:00 AM IST (June 2 in India) (07:30 PM Local)
June 2: Match 2: West Indies v Papua New Guinea, Guyana; 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM local)
June 2: Match 3: Namibia v Oman, Barbados – 06:00 AM IST (June 3 in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 3: Match 4: Sri Lanka v South Africa, New York; 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM nearby)
June 3: Match 5: Afghanistan v Uganda, Guyana; 06:00 AM IST (June 4 in India) (08:30 PM neighborhood)
June 4: Match 6: England v Scotland, Barbados – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 4: Match 7: Netherlands v Nepal, Dallas; 09:00 PM IST (10:30 AM neighborhood)
June 5: Match 8: India v Ireland, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 5: Match 9: Papua New Guinea v Uganda, Guyana; 05:00 AM IST (June 6 in India) (07:30 PM local)
June 5: Match 10: Australia v Oman, Barbados – 06:00 AM IST (June 6 in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 6: Match 11: United States v Pakistan, Dallas – 09:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 6: Match 12: Namibia v Scotland, Barbados – 12:30 AM IST (June 7 in India) (03:00 PM Local)
June 7: Match 13: Canada v Ireland, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 7: Match 14: New Zealand v Afghanistan, Guyana; 05:00 AM IST (June eight in India) (07:30 PM neighborhood)
June 7: Match 15: Sri Lanka v Bangladesh, Dallas; 06:00 AM IST (June eight in India) (07:30 PM nearby)
June 8: Match 16: Netherlands v South Africa, New York; 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM nearby)
June 8: Match 17: West Indies v Uganda, Guyana; 06:00 AM IST (08:30 PM nearby)
June 8: Match 18: Australia v England, Barbados – 10:30 PM IST (01:00 PM Local)
June 9: Match 19: India v Pakistan, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 9: Match 20: Oman v Scotland, Antigua – 10:30 PM IST (01:00 PM Local)
June 10: Match 21: South Africa v Bangladesh, New York; 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM nearby)
June 11: Match 22: Pakistan v Canada, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 11: Match 23: Sri Lanka v Nepal, Florida; 05:00 AM IST (June 12 in India) (07:30 PM neighborhood)
June 11: Match 24: Australia v Namibia, Antigua – 06:00 AM IST (June 12 in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 12: Match 25: United States v India, New York – 08:00 PM IST (09:30 AM Local)
June 12: Match 26: West Indies v New Zealand, Trinidad; 06:00 AM IST (June 13 in India) (08:30 PM nearby)
June 13: Match 27: Bangladesh v Netherlands, St Vincent; 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM nearby)
June 13: Match 28: England v Oman, Antigua – 12:30 AM IST (June 14 in India) (03:00 PM Local)
June 13: Match 29: Afghanistan v Papua New Guinea, Trinidad; 06:00 AM IST (June 14 in India) (08:30 PM nearby)
June 14: Match 30: United States v Ireland, Florida – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 14: Match 31: South Africa v Nepal, St Vincent; 05:00 AM IST (June 15 in India) (07:30 PM neighborhood)
June 14: Match 32: New Zealand v Uganda, Trinidad; 06:00 AM IST (08:30 PM neighborhood)
June 15: Match 33: India v Canada, Florida – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 15: Match 34: Namibia v England, Antigua – 10:30 PM IST (01:00 PM Local)
June 15: Match 35: Australia v Scotland, St Lucia – 06:00 AM IST (June sixteen in India) (08:30 PM Local)
June 16: Match 36: Pakistan v Ireland, Florida – 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM Local)
June 16: Match 37: Bangladesh v Nepal, St Vincent; 05:00 AM IST (June 17 in India) (07:30 PM nearby)
June 16: Match 38: Sri Lanka v Netherlands, St Lucia; 06:00 AM IST (June 17 in India) (08:30 PM neighborhood)
June 17: Match 39: New Zealand v Papua New Guinea, Trinidad; 08:00 PM IST (10:30 AM local)
June 17: Match 40: West Indies v Afghanistan, St Lucia; 06:00 AM IST (08:30 PM local)
June 19-24: Super 8s
June 26: Semifinal 1, Trinidad – 06:00 AM (June 27 in India) (08:30 PM nearby)
June 27: Semifinal 2, Guyana – 08:00 PM (10:30 AM Local)
June 29: Final, Barbados – 07:30 PM (10:00 AM neighborhood)

T20 World Cup 2024 squads

Group A T20 World Cup

India: Rohit Sharma (c), Hardik Pandya, Yashasvi Jaiswal, Virat Kohli, Suryakumar Yadav, Rishabh Pant, Sanju Samson, Shivam Dube, Ravindra Jadeja, Axar Patel, Kuldeep Yadav, Yuzvendra Chahal, Arshdeep Singh, Jasprit Bumrah, Mohd. Siraj. Reserves: Shubman Gill, Rinku Singh, Khaleel Ahmed, Avesh Khan

— Mufaddal Vohra (@mufaddal_vohra) June 1, 2024

Pakistan: Babar Azam (c), Abrar Ahmed, Azam Khan, Fakhar Zaman, Haris Rauf, Iftikhar Ahmed, Imad Wasim, Mohammad Abbas Afridi, Mohammad Amir, Mohammad Rizwan, Naseem Shah, Saim Ayub, Shadab Khan, Shaheen Shah Afridi, Usman Khan
USA: Monank Patel (c), Aaron Jones, Andries Gous, Corey Anderson, Ali Khan, Harmeet Singh, Jessy Singh, Milind Kumar, Nisarg Patel, Nitish Kumar, Noshtush Kenjige, Saurabh Nethralvakar, Shadley Van Schalkwyk, Steven Taylor, Shayan Jahangir. Reserve Players: Gajanand Singh, Juanoy Drysdale, Yasir Mohammad.
Ireland: Paul Stirling (c), Mark Adair, Ross Adair, Andrew Balbirnie, Curtis Campher, Gareth Delany, George Dockrell, Graham Hume, Josh Little, Barry McCarthy, Neil Rock, Harry Tector, Lorcan Tucker, Ben White, Craig Young.
Canada: Saad Bin Zafar (c), Aaron Johnson, Ravinderpal Singh, Navneet Dhaliwal, Kaleem Sana, Dilon Heyliger, Jeremy Gordon, Nikhil Dutta, Pargat Singh, Nicholas Kirton, Rayyankhan Pathan, Junaid Siddiqui, Dilpreet Bajwa, Shreyas Movva, Rishiv Joshi. Reserves: Tajinder Singh, Aaditya Varadharajan, Ammar Khalid, Jatinder Matharu, Parveen Kumar.

Group B T20 World Cup

Australia: Mitchell Marsh (c), Ashton Agar, Pat Cummins, Tim David, Nathan Ellis, Cameron Green, Josh Hazlewood, Travis Head, Josh Inglis, Glenn Maxwell, Mitchell Starc, Marcus Stoinis, Matthew Wade, David Warner, Adam Zampa. Travelling Reserves: Jake Fraser-McGurk, Matt Short.
England: Jos Buttler (c), Moeen Ali, Jofra Archer, Jonathan Bairstow, Harry Brook, Sam Curran, Ben Duckett, Tom Hartley, Will Jacks, Chris Jordan, Liam Livingstone, Adil Rashid, Phil Salt, Reece Topley, Mark Wood.
Namibia: Gerhard Erasmus (c), Zane Green, Michael Van Lingen, Dylan Leicher, Ruben Trumpelmann, Jack Brassell, Ben Shikongo, Tangeni Lungameni, Niko Davin, JJ Smit, Jan Frylinck, JP Kotze, David Wiese, Bernard Scholtz, Malan Kruger, PD Blignaut.
Oman: Aqib Ilyas (c), Zeeshan Maqsood, Kashyap Prajapati, Pratik Athavale, Ayaan Khan, Shoaib Khan, Mohammad Nadeem, Naseem Khushi, Mehran Khan, Bilal Khan, Rafiullah, Kaleemullah, Fayyaz Butt, Shakeel Ahmad, Khalid Kail. Reserves: Jatinder Singh, Samay Shrivastava, Sufyan Mehmood, Jay Odedra.
Scotland: Richie Berrington (c), Matthew Cross, Brad Currie, Chris Greaves, Oli Hairs, Jack Jarvis, Michael Jones, Michael Leask, Brandon McMullen, George Munsey, Safyaan Sharif, Chris Sole, Charlie Tear, Mark Watt, Brad Wheal.

Group C T20 World Cup

West Indies: Rovman Powell (c), Alzarri Joseph, Johnson Charles, Roston Chase, Shimron Hetmyer, Oshane Thomas, Shai Hope, Akeal Hosein, Shamar Joseph, Brandon King, Gudakesh Motie, Nicholas Pooran, Andre Russell, Sherfane Rutherford, Romario Shepherd.
New Zealand: Kane Williamson (c), Finn Allen, Trent Boult, Michael Bracewell, Mark Chapman, Devon Conway, Lockie Ferguson, Matt Henry, Daryl Mitchell, Jimmy Neesham, Glenn Phillips, Rachin Ravindra, Mitchell Santner, Ish Sodhi, Tim Southee. Travelling Reserve: Ben Sears.
Afghanistan: Rashid Khan (c), Rahmanullah Gurbaz, Ibrahim Zadran, Azmatullah Omarzai, Najibullah Zadran, Mohammad Ishaq, Mohammad Nabi, Gulbadin Naib, Karim Janat, Nangyal Kharoti, Mujeeb Ur Rahman, Noor Ahmad, Naveen-ul-Haq, Fazalhaq Farooqi, Fareed Ahmad Malik. Reserves: Sediq Atal, Hazratullah Zazai, Saleem Safi.
Papua New Guinea: Assadollah Vala (c), Alei Nao, Chad Soper, CJ Amini, Hila Vare, Hiri Hiri, Jack Gardner, John Kariko, Kabua Vagi Morea, Kipling Doriga, Lega Siaka, Norman Vanua, Sema Kamea, Sese Bau, Tony Ura.
Uganda: Brian Masaba (c), Simon Ssesazi, Roger Mukasa, Cosmas Kyewuta, Dinesh Nakrani, Fred Achelam, Kenneth Waiswa, Alpesh Ramjani, Frank Nsubuga, Henry Ssenyondo, Bilal Hassun, Robinson Obuya, Riazat Ali Shah, Juma Miyaji, Ronak Patel. Travelling Reserves: Innocent Mwebaze, Ronald Lutaaya.

Group D T20 World Cup

South Africa: Aiden Markram (c), Ottniel Baartman, Gerald Coetzee, Quinton de Kock, Bjorn Fortuin, Reeza Hendricks, Marco Jansen, Heinrich Klaasen, Keshav Maharaj, David Miller, Anrich Nortje, Kagiso Rabada, Ryan Rickelton, Tabraiz Shamsi, Tristan Stubbs.
Sri Lanka: Wanindu Hasaranga (c), Charith Asalanka, Kusal Mendis, Pathum Nissanka, Kamindu Mendis, Sadeera Samarawickrama, Angelo Mathews, Dasun Shanaka, Dhananjaya De Silva, Maheesh Theekshana, Dunith Wellalage, Dushmantha Chameera, Nuwan Thushara, Matheesha Pathirana, Dilshan Madushanka. Travelling Reserves: Asitha Fernando, Vijayakanth Viyaskanth, Bhanuka Rajapaksa, Janith Liyanage.
Bangladesh: Najmul Hossain Shanto (c), Taskin Ahmed, Litton Das, Soumya Sarkar, Tanzid Hasan Tamim, Shakib Al Hasan, Tawhid Hridoy, Mahmud Ullah Riyad, Jaker Ali Anik, Tanvir Islam, Shak Mahedi Hasan, Rishad Hossain, Mustafizur Rahman, Shoriful Islam, Tanzim Hasan Sakib. Travelling reserves: Afif Hossain, Hasan Mahmud
Nepal: Rohit Paudel (c), Aasif Sheikh, Anil Kumar Sah, Kushal Bhurtel, Kushal Malla, Dipendra Singh Airee, Lalit Rajbanshi, Karan KC, Gulshan Jha, Sompal Kami, Pratis GC, Sundeep Jora, Abinash Bohara, Sagar Dhakal, Kamal Singh Airee.
Netherlands: Scott Edwards (c), Aryan Dutt, Bas de Leede, Kyle Klein, Logan van Beek, Max O’Dowd, Michael Levitt, Paul van Meekeren, Ryan Klein, Saqib Zulfiqar, Sybrand Engelbrecht, Teja Nidamanuru, ⁠⁠Tim Pringle, Vikram Singh, Viv Kingma, Wesley Barresi.

When and where to watch the T20 World Cup 2024 on television?

So as some of you may or may not know, I was the creator of the Eiffelites fan page on Facebook that started back in 2013. There hasn’t been an update for a while and I feel you all have the right to know why..
So, my original Facebook account, that I used to create the page, was hacked into a few years ago. My passwords were changed and Facebook support did nothing about it. By the time I was able to get through to someone it was too late.. the hackers deleted my account.
Therefore, I have no access to the Facebook page at all and cannot update it on my current account as Facebook doesn’t recognise me as the owner.
So the Facebook page is dead, basically…
However, all is not lost, as I am planning on bringing it back sometime soon. This time on another platform. I’m thinking maybe Discord as I’m extremely active there.
Anyways, I hope that answers your questions about the status of the Eiffelites Facebook page. I still have access to the YouTube channel though but am planning to start fresh.
If you’re interested, let me know.

Just look at this thread: https://x.com/hollowearthterf/status/1796578770310336690?s=19
These same feminists say women do all the work, yet simultaneously demand social programs that force men to subsidize women. They know, everyone knows, men are responsible for the VAST majority of production in society. That has ALWAYS been the marital arrangement: men are providers.
Are we going to pretend an hour of folding laundry is as hard, stressful or productive as an hour of mining. No wonder men die so much earlier with this societal attitude.
Additionally, it's hilarious that these women are complaining about this "heteronormative marriage arrangement" as if it's patriarchy's fault when this is the arrangement THEY demanded, for women to also work full time.
Finally, as an aside, I personally find it economically silly for both partners to work and then split housework. Either one works and the other is at home, or you both work and hire a maid. But to each their own.
EDIT: And let's not forget that MOST people overestimate their contribution while downplaying others. For instance, most people say they do all the work at their job.
However, women are doubly bad about this because men are taught not to complain. This is a part of the male gender role feminists are surprisingly not fighting to get rid of.
I wouldn't be surprised if most women who "do all the work" actually do far less than their husbands. I know plenty of cases of that in my personal life.

This is the Quality Contributions Roundup. It showcases interesting and well-written comments and posts from the period covered. If you want to get an idea of what this community is about or how we want you to participate, look no further (except the rules maybe--those might be important too).
As a reminder, you can nominate Quality Contributions by hitting the report button and selecting the "Actually A Quality Contribution!" option. Additionally, links to all of the roundups can be found in the wiki of /theThread which can be found here. For a list of other great community content, see here.
These are mostly chronologically ordered, but I have in some cases tried to cluster comments by topic so if there is something you are looking for (or trying to avoid), this might be helpful.

Quality Contributions in the Main Motte

@gattsuru:

• "Some legislation made it easier..., but the grander problem is that you now had thousands of people who's job was to find discriminatory actors, who were trained to notice the most subtle hints of it, and in no small part who believed in the mission."

@BahRamYou:

• "I've heard stuff like this before, that Hispanic is a nonsense category. But I actually think it makes sense..."

@johnfabian:

• "Short attempt to explain an upcoming Canadian constitutional snafu"

@2D3D:

• "There are a few extremely interesting nightlife entertainment options that are not commonly experienced by westerners, so I think it is worth sharing the mechanics of Southeast Asian seediness with the fine denizens of themotte."

@urquan:

• "We need transformational leadership, and a positive identity."

@FCfromSSC:

• "I was a Blue for a number of years, and the Blue habits of thought die hard."

Contributions for the week of April 29, 2024

@FCfromSSC:

• "All this has been done to us; tit-for-tat is the correct strategy given the state of play."step. Impose costs anywhere and everywhere."
  
• "I believe that 'We know how to solve all our problems' is a brief, common-language encapsulation of the core thesis of a specific ideological movement, and that this ideological movement is best understood as the central example of the Enlightenment."
  

@NullHypothesis:

• "Factors Playing Into Korea's Gender War"
  
• "It would be interesting to see how people would respond if you asked them would you rather be stuck in a forest with a bear or a black man."
  

@Felagund:

• "South Africa's Election"

@self_made_human:

• "My personal working hypothesis is that therapy acts as a decent substitute for a friend, a non-judgemental and understanding one who has seemingly endless time to listen to your problems, and is forbidden, on the pain of losing the way they make a living, from disclosing your troubles."

@Tenaz:

• "I recently heard of yaslighting, which is where instead of convincing someone their true beliefs are delusional, you affirm their delusional beliefs and convince them they're true."

Contributions for the week of May 6, 2024

@gattsuru:

• "The Death of Trust in Bipartisan Lawmaking"

@cjet79:

• "Government Programs Should Have Legible Budgets"

@SlowBoy:

• "It's been a long time since we've discussed Trump, and there have been a number of developments in the court cases against him, and so I'm here to say that our long mottizan nightmare of peace and tranquility is finally over."

@Ben___Garrison:

• "The time when Trump sabotaged immigration restrictions, and the alt-right cheered"

Contributions for the week of May 13, 2024

@gattsuru:

• "Taylor, also known as CarbonMike, was both a CTRL-Pew 3d printing enthusiast and a New Yorker, a combination that Didn't Go Well."

@OliveTapenade:

• "That is, here we have people immediately concluding that whites and Asians are both in the 'domesticated', Dragon category, but here's a Chinese voice utterly convinced that whites in the wild barbarian Wolf category."

@NelsonRushton:

• "Identity Politics and the Russian Revolution"

@Gaashk:

• "People should be able to be pleased with their children living normal, functional lives!"

@ares:

• "This occurred back in 2005-2006: hunting Somali pirates before hunting Somali pirates was cool."

@Folamh3:

• "If you are demanding that men not interact with you, and the only men reading (or caring about) that demand are men who care about respecting your boundaries - it should come as no surprise when the only men who interact with you are men who don't care about respecting your boundaries."

@faceh:

• "I think the main thing that boomers and even elder Millenials might be missing is that literally EVERYTHING in Zoomer culture is in a constant state of molochian hypercompetition/red queen races thanks to the influence of social media and algorithmic ranking of every aspect of their performance in life."

@Dean:

• "To believe in an international rules-based order, you have to believe that there are actual rules, or else it's an arbitrary vibes-based order."

@Amadan:

• "So, simply saying 'The Palestinians have a clear moral case,' even if you're right, does not solve the current problem."

@flitter:

• "Is private equity delivering the Georgist promise?"

Contributions for the week of May 20, 2024

@Walterodim:

• "It's not possible to distinguish by merits, preference, difference, or interests if the top goal is to provide an inclusive environment to everyone in every place."

@MadMonzer:

• "I think most scissor shootings that do not involve cops (Zimmerman and Rittenhouse) are fighting situations and the scissor is that DRT and SYG are working from completely different moral frameworks."

@NelsonRushton:

• "Censorship and Authoritarianism in the Russian Revolution"

@urquan:

• "Police reform and accountability would be a winning issue in the US if the left would stop making it exclusively a racialized issue and the right would acknowledge that at least some police corruption hits black people worst."

@FCfromSSC:

• "At some point down the line, the escalation for one side or the other will be unsurvivable to the system as a whole, and it will fail. Again, people counting on the system's survival should be made aware of this."
  
• "I don't see any value in the HBD hypothesis. On the other hand, I don't actually see positive value in diversity in and of itself, and I'm not willing to go along with the polite lies our racial "conversation" consistently demands."
  

@Throwaway05:

• "Every physician I know who doesn't have a financial stake in midlevels (and isn't in admin) tells their friends and family to only see doctors whenever possible. That's for a reason."

@coffee_enjoyer:

• "Status in the progressive art scene"

Contributions for the week of May 27, 2024

@jeroboam:

• "It's pretty amazing how today's Antifa members have nearly the exact same ideology as a Harvard professor or WaPo journalist."

@blooblyblobl:

• "The case for space mining is a complete, unsalvageable disaster."

@Rov_Scam:

• "Pittsburgh: An Urban Portrait"

@FiveHourMarathon:

• "Naz Reid, Romance, and Regret"

@satirizedoor:

• "Since you can't separate yourself from criminals through law enforcement, you do so by proxy using price."

@blooblyblobl:

• "I think once the Dominion CEO demonstrably perjured himself by claiming that Dominion voting systems don't have modems in them (photographically, demonstrably false) and then again by claiming they weren't connected to the internet (demonstrably false again per the dominion records leaked by Dar Leaf), I decided that voting machines are completely ridiculous and no one should ever assume an election in which a voting machine is involved is fair."

@gorge:

• "But prosecuting high-level officials for technical crimes and gray-area crimes and crimes invented in the last 80 years gives far too much power to the bureaucracy."

I'm sure that normally when a tall guy posts here it's just to gaslight you and say "height doesn't matter", but assured I'm not here to do that. I just want to say that a decently tall guy (6'2"), I really appreciate this subreddit for being based and unfiltered regarding the prevalence of height-shaming and the societal gaslighting surrounding it.
The reason why I care about heightism isn't some faux concern/fake sympathy either; I utterly despise the widespread misandry in modern western society, of which the mainstream's simultaneous celebration of male body-shaming and villanization of female body-shaming is a quintessential example. This sub is one of the few places where you can openly and honestly discuss this without the social justice police coming to shut you down, which is why I enjoy it so much.
Now why am I posting this? I don't at all think my opinion has any special importance just because of my height (before anyone accuses me of this); I just want to make the point that tall men are not your enemies, and there are many tall men who are fully aware of reality surrounding height and society's discourse about it. Rather than directing your anger at all tall men, direct it at the ones that belittle/bully short men, and more importantly, at all the feminists who are committed to furthering the gynocentricity of the west in every facet of life.
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I also do want to push back against a commonly held sentiment on this subreddit: lots of people here seem to think that being 6'2"+ means you automatically have dating and socializing on easy mode, which is simply not the case. The disadvantage conferred by being below average height is far greater than the advantage conferred by being (equivalently) above average height, so height effectively functions as a threshold that screws you over when you're below it but has significantly diminishing returns once you're above it (in terms of dating, respect, etc).
Personally, due to my below average face and awkward mannerisms, I've never had even the slightest hint of female interest (let alone a date or relationship), and I've certainly never been popular or "socially dominant" in any kind of social setting. But I will admit that I've had the privilege to never have been physically bullied, which I attribute to my height. So without face, status, and charisma, you'd still be completely invisible/ignored even if you're tall; just not actively disrespected like you'd be if you were short.

“Priest, report?” “My lord, the automata are at 70% awakened, with the last 30% being online within the next 48 hours.” “Ship status?” “ my enginseers advice me that the son’s Pride is 65% operational, with both warp drives and long range communication equipment damaged. The humanitarian craft is 10% functional, with all cargo now aboard Designation 75. Designation 75 is also without a warp and 2 failing engines, although my chief priest has advised me they will be repaired shortly. Then prosperos honour, damage has been minimal, however with it only being an attached vessel of its small size, it is not big enough for us all to continue on with” “Thank you priest. General how fair your men?” “Devastated, we’ve issued the last of armour and weapons out, although we are about 1/4 strength compared to the start of the campaign. I have only a handful of functioning armour, and all transports have been lost. How bare your forces my lord” “Not much better, we have taken heavy casualties to the surprise assault and many of my men are weak from trying to commune with prospero, we have still not been able to reach out to anyone.” “Your orders my lord?” “We scuttle the humanitarian vessel, all hands to board prosepros pride. All approaching craft are to be treated as hostile until proven otherwise. Priest, set a course to prospero, we will travel at best speed, and fix those warp engines as a priority.” With that each commander bed there farewells and salutes and proceeded back to there vessel. For the lord magister he simply waited for his comrades to leave before beckoning in his legion command structure.
“What news brother?” “Nothing good. The priest is keeping to his schedule, however i feel we are at his mercy until he can fix these damn engines.” “ I assure you my lord, we are assisting him the best we can, although the damage is significant, and we still need to finish raising the last of our tombed brothers.” “It is okay brother I understand the hardship. I have relinquished a new command; we are to make way to prospero.” “My lord? Are you sure this is the best course? We have had no further communication to advise us to return, only to hold at anchor?” “We have waited long enough, and following the attack, we need answers. Brother Heqet, how go your attempts to reach prospero?” “Nothing still… my lord. The men have grown weak and tired. We will continue in the coming days.” “No, my vision tells me our men will need there strength in the times to come.” “My lord?” “As instructed Heqet.” Heqet nodded in behest of his lords command, he respected Qars command, after all he’d led them through there campaign and almost all the way home why should he question his commands now? The meeting went on for another hour, checking legion functions, receiving orders of battle, and getting various updates to protocol. At the end of the meeting Heqet waiting till most of his brothers had left, before approaching Qar. “Heqet, I see you lurking, what can I do for you my brother?” “My lord, apologies to catch your ear again. It’s just about your orders to stop the commune? I worr…” “It is in our best interest, for we do not know who is listing or tracking us. We all felt the psychic back lash a few months ago, and the warp is in disarray. We need our brothers strong for battle, as we are indeed in uncertain times.” “ that is understood my lord, I just worry about anything we may miss from prospero?” “ I share your worry brother.” “ As do I” boomed a voice of authority from the corner, it was chaplain Emoto. He cut a large figure with his cloaks and adornments, an unusual position with in the thousand’s sons legion, Emoto was popular figure amongst the men, he was battle hardened and fearless, a strong character, but also a voice of reason and logic to the council off the battlefield, and a great friend of Heqet. They had spent much time discussing teachings and philosophy off the battle field, with Heqet being part of the librarius, and wanting to document most of Emotos unusual deeds and doings, and there combination on the battlefield was unmatched in skill and beauty. Emotos continued, “I’m sure our lord, has enough worries without another Heqet. Why you burn my ear with them instead?” “No bother for my Emotos” spoke Qar, “Heqet speaks the truth, but we can not risk another ambush even if it means we miss key information from prospero or Magnus. We make there at fastest pace and seek the truth.” Heqet and Emotos nodded, Qar spoke again “ thank you for your support brothers, these have been troubling times these last few weeks, and your support has been welcome. I am going to meditate, as it has been a long day of deliberations and I intend to get some peace before a new solar cycle dawns.” With that Qar with drew to his quarters and the lights dimmed in the command room. The two brother made their way from the command room, passing the twin sword gaurdians at the door. “Troubling times indeed” boomed Emotos, “We will have to see what tomorrow brings” said Heqet, and with that the brother said nothing more on the way back to there chambers.

[TOMT] Quote from movie or TV show, not sure
I ran into an old Facebook status today that I made 14 years ago and have no idea where I got it from. A lot of my old statuses were quotes from movies or TV shows, especially reality TV.
Here’s the quote:
The reason why I call you collect is cause it's gon' take more than a few quarters to express how I feel about you, baby.
What is this from? Lol

I received this as an answer to something I wrote on Facebook and I'd like to fact check what they said but I honestly don't know where to begin. Hoping someone can help. I know it's a wall of text but I left it as I got it.
"Jury given special instructions, misdemeanor bumped up to a felony, attacking a political opponent at all costs. Paid corrupt Marxist AGs, corrupt judges who became property assessors overnight, misused their power and bumped a misdemeanor to a felony. The complete perversion of our justice system is ridiculous. It worked for Hitler and Stalin too. It just means it could happen to any citizen now, and people support it. Star witnesses are a disgraced liar who mishandled and stole from Trump, and a hooker who lied and owes Trump $300k for defamation. J. Carrole couldn't describe the store her attack took place in and said she wore a dress not even designed yet. Also, she said she was "raped" by 5 other men. She claimed rape isn't a physical attack, "It's more mental, and it hurts." A slap in the face to women and real rape victims. They don't care about liberty or justice. Hating the bad orange man is all they know. Now what? The facts remain, Trump hasn't been in office for over 3 years, didn't back one policy or executive order that went against our Constitution or put America last. Everyone can fact check that. If they actually cared, they'd be drooling over indictments for the criminals in office. They willingly support authoritarian Globalist Democracy: open borders, Marxism, domestic/foreign terrorism, global conflicts, destruction of our Constitutional Republic/ecosystems. They support 85,000+ unaccompanied minors misplaced, child sex trafficking, slavery, human smuggling by ISIS, illegals over Americans, child brides, and taxpayer-funded abortions. They reduce women to birthing persons, push mental illness as normal, molding children to adult sexual preferences/inadequacies. They support unconstitutionally mandated clot shots, Marxism, extreme Muslim Brotherhood, and extermination of Jews worldwide, etc. Policy is signed which is law, and the effects are reality. We don't have to wonder what kind of people would allow the atrocities in history to repeat themselves or about the slave mentality. Brainwashing only works on the weak-minded it's intended for, just like Venezuela and Cuba in recent history. Ignorance, chosen inadequacies, and the willingness to kneel are the driving factors."

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The following two brain scans were provided by the Neuro-Warfare branch of the Halcyon Security Division (HSD) for the purpose of analyzing the thoughts, behaviors, and information of notorious gangsters Vincent 'Troy' Cohen and Bruno (Deadname: Koraak Tel-Char). At the point of the recording of this archival shared, Bruno has since received his rebirth therapy, and Vincent is currently serving a long-term rehabilitative and reeducative sentence in the Erebus Supermax Prison on Io.
Warning: the contents of this archival shared may be especially disturbing to some audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.
Warning: the contents of this archival shard are for the sole purpose of analyzing the thought patterns and memories of certain degenerate criminals in an effort to ascertain vital information that can be used to eliminate their organizations. Only staff with clearance level Omega may view this archival shared, and the viewership of this archival shared by anyone of inadequate clearance level will lead to twenty years in prison and a fine of over a hundred thousand credits.
Booting up memory scan: Vincent 'Troy' Cohen, November 4th, 2446…
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"Do you have visuals of the target, Troy?"
I knelt down in the alleyway, the bodies of me and my partners shrouded in long, waterproof, ashen-gray overcoats the shade of dirty street scum that we wore to ward off the constant heavy rainfall the color of osmium. Our faces were covered in a mix of scrapped respirators, visors, or full metal face masks carved with intricate designs to hide our identities. On our waists were our badges of honor: leather belts studded with interlocked rivets made from blackened titanium, each buckle forged of silver and shaped into the head of our gang's symbol, the black mamba. We hid amongst the shadows of the dark midday of Halcyon City, the heavy, oppressive rains blanketing the roads paved obsidian-black with asphalt and weathered concrete walkways. The street lamps were always on, like beacons of false hope in a storm of melancholy.
The city was dark and dreary as always, the planet of Proxima Centauri B, renamed Dawn's Lamentation over a century ago, orbited the red dwarf star of Proxima Centauri, and the atmosphere was thick with natural smog and ever-storming rain clouds. That didn't dissuade people from living here: there was plenty of money to be had for shrewd industrialists and hardworking pioneers, even in the urban sprawl. But that life also came with risks, especially for those on the bottom of the totem pole.
I was a ganger, and we were criminals; full stop. I won't assault you with some spiel about how we're the good guys fighting oppression because, at the end of the day, we could be just as bad, if not worse, than Halcyon's Security Division, or the HSD for short. We were traffickers, killers, extortionists, and money launderers. We dealt with everything from stolen tech and military-grade hardware to hard drugs and sentients.
Yes, sentients. We trafficked sentients, but not in the way you might think. They weren't prisoners, in fact, we were their saviors if they had the cash. We had developed a reputation for fighting the power, but it was still business: sure, freeing captives from the clutches of the Protectorate. The disruption of its many oppressive organizations held a certain satisfaction in my heart for sure, but we didn't help those who couldn't pay unless someone else paid on their behalf. It was about making sure me and my gang, my family, could live a decent life for another day.
It helped that most of us joined after leaving the state yard for partaking in acts of 'degeneracy' and 'anti-xenopet illegalities' as if those terms meant anything anymore other than that we were a threat to the local status quo. It was hard to pick up a job as a former inmate when even in something as harsh and backbreaking as a job in the iridium mines near the poles when the employment office had you blacklisted as a degenerate, which lead to the formation of many of the gangs: we needed to make a living somehow, and when all social programs were cut off from you unless you submitted for 're-education' and the only way to put food on the table was subverting, breaking, or even downright fighting the law, you did what you had to do or you died on the streets a scorned beggar.
It wasn't like the HSD made it easy for us on even a good day: the local HSD units were armed to the teeth with advanced, military-grade hardware that you'd often see on the front lines of the Second Authority War: armored assault transports, a myriad of advanced war droids, all sorts of chemical countermeasures that made tear gas seem like putting the garden hose on mist mode, and of course advanced firearms. Add that to the fact that they were authorized to use deadly force when they deemed it necessary and you had a ruthless, heartless, and nearly unstoppable enemy. But we could make that work: we weren't trying to stop them, just to withstand them.
"Yeah, I got eyes on the prize, Koraak; seven armored transports, two for droids, five for prisoners."
Today wasn't a day for a normal job: we were getting bolder, cockier, more ambitious. Our numbers had swelled for the last few years after the raid at Barnard's Star and the fall of the Blood Dragon Mafia. Their leader, Saito Yasuhide, had committed seppuku as their manor burned, and his twin sons had gone down fighting rather than allowing themselves to be captured simply to face a firing squad. In the aftermath, many of the family's associates had fled to the surrounding systems, and with the sheer size and scope of the criminal underworld found here, it was no wonder that many people who had developed skills of the less legal variety had decided to form ranks with the gangs, and with them they brought guns, tech, knowledge, contacts, and even something that we thought wasn't possible beforehand: a semblance of peace between the gangs, or at least the closest thing to peace that gangs could cultivate effectively. With the fall of the Blood Dragons, we saw the writing on the wall, and the writing couldn't have been clearer: work together or die together.
"Sounds like a massacre, Troy: are you sure we can handle seven?"
"We ain't got no choice, Cinder: this job's double the usual rate, and that's not including the weapons and gear we could scrounge if this goes well," I hissed, my eyes scanning for any resistance. There were at least four guards for each van, not to mention at least eight droids in total, meaning that we were already outnumbered, but we had the element of surprise: we could make it work. "So put your balls in your purse and get ready to spill some blood."
Koraak snorted at our antics, which sounded like someone pulling the ripcord on a lawnmower. He was a veteran Russu Corsair, and while his past of slaving, raiding, and killing was unsavory, so were the lives we'd lived, so who were we to judge? All we cared about was that he was a brutal and capable fighter and a loyal brother in arms. It turned out that being a ganger wasn't much different from being a Corsair: you lived and died by a code of honor, you fought to the death for your brothers, and you lived to die for the sake of your gang and your family, simple as that. In a strange, ironic way, it was an incredibly honest way of life: we were under no illusions as to what we were, what we did, and why we did it, and we'd long since accepted it. The Russu related to us in that aspect, in many ways I could respect, which is why I hated what the Protectorate was doing, and why I couldn't grasp how most of humanity could just collectively lose their marbles so long ago. What had happened for us to deem all other life below us in such a demeaning and infantilizing way?
The Russu were a race of tall, muscle-bound Saurians with avian features, and Koraak was no exception: reaching almost seven feet in height and weighing over four hundred and fifty pounds, he could be an absolute menace if he so desired. His skin was covered in stubby, knobby scales and dense plumage, with elegant feathers adorning the ridges along his back as well as his forearms, elbows, knees, and the crests on his head. He almost looked like how paleontologists described velociraptors, with razor-sharp talons, feathers shaded in vibrant greens, reds, and purples, and a maw full of sharp teeth, but at the tip of his snout was a sharp, beak-like growth meant for ripping flesh off the bone.
The Russu were strange as hell, but they also looked almost cute in the same way a fully grown alligator was cute: they were obviously dangerous, but humans would always have this innate desire to anthropomorphize them and to pet them for some inexplicable reason, although common sense usually prevented that, at least amongst the very few of us left that were sane.
"Shut up, Troy! All I'm saying is that that'll be rough, and you know it," hissed Cinder. Cinder was a tall black man whose coffee-colored skin was covered in tattoos. He wore an ebony mechanic's jumpsuit with metal inserts underneath his grimy overcoat covering his body and a faded black respirator on his face. His eyes were a startling blue that seemed sorely out of place, and his hair was braided into thick cornrows along his scalp. He wore a pair of heavy black combat boots and palmed his compact shotgun in his hands, the square barrel less than seven inches. Like a lot of the weapons the Black Mambas carried on their persons and dealt in, they fired caseless ammunition; in Cinder's case it was 16x40mm caseless shotshells filled with depleted uranium micro-flechetes no thicker than a toothpick. Cinder nervously fiddled with the detachable tube magazine underneath the barrel, his hands shaking. Despite the shit I have him, I didn't blame him for being anxious: I was anxious too, even if I refused to show it. The biting cold of unease and pessimism was in my stomach, and I ran all the way that this job could go wrong in my head over and over.
"Just hold yourself together, this ain't anything we haven't done before, there's just more of it," I reassured Cinder, "besides, we're not alone; we have reinforcements across the street. We'll make it out of this alive."
Cinder nodded almost absentmindedly, his eyes downcast and his breathing shallow. I turned from him and back to Koraak, who was making sure he had everything on his person; he had a synthetic leather bandoleer across his chest that contained the heavy eight guage depleted uranium slugs he kept loading and unloading into his much larger, longer, and more traditional shotgun he nicknamed ‘carnage’ and several leather straps that held his Tu'shan daggers: traditional Russu pyramidal blades forged from a silvery alloy with all three edges serrated and the tip barbed to leave behind horrible, gaping wounds that gushed blood. They were wickedly sharp and absolutely straight like a stiletto, and the hilts and pommels were beautifully decorated. He wore no clothes underneath his overcoat to cover the countless scars and blemishes he's earned in combat across his chest and abdomen, and instead of a normal respirator or visor, he simply wore a hood over his head and some traditional Russu facial armor to protect his mouth, eyes, and cheeks.
"You ready to fight, Koraak? The caravan will pick up and leave soon."
Koraak was silent for a moment before nodding, a human gesture he had picked up after serving as a soldier with the Black Mambas for years. "I'm always ready to fight," he said before lifting up his shotgun and aiming down the sights at the reinforced front wheels of the first armored car in the caravan. He exhaled and fired, the slug ripping through both front tires and causing them to deflate and fall apart. The echo of the shot rang through the alleyway and the street, causing pedestrians to panic and flee the scene as heavily armored guards poured out of the side doors of the armored cars and unholstered their carbines.
"Go, now!" I shouted, and both me and Cinder rushed out into the fray, our guns raised. Koraak was right behind the two of us, providing covering fire with his shotgun. Several guards fell quickly, Koraak's precise fire and the sheer force of the depleted uranium slugs putting them down for good as their heads were vaporized or their chest cavities were turned to mush. He emptied the tube with one final shot that painted the grey matter of a security guard on the door of one of the armored cars, then racked the shotgun and expertly loaded it in threes, his hands deft and agile as he reached for more slugs faster than any human.
With the cacophony of our initial assault, more Black Mambas poured out from the alleyways and the subways, armed to the teeth with all manner of weapons; shotguns, submachine guns, pistols, machetes, baseball bats, and all manner of homemade explosives. Molotovs and more potent concoctions shattered against the asphalt, herding in the caravan guards with their volatile contents as they were quickly gunned down. The assault was working, and we were winning.
Then I heard the robotic whine of a combat droid activating, and my heart sank. One of the armored cars in the back activated the four combat droids it held, the robotic assault units detaching from their charging ports on the sides of the large van and began to form up, each armed with a terrifying array of deadly weapons meant to quash any and all resistance. They were blocky, soulless, utilitarian things that stood at eight feet tall, with flat feet meant for stomping and blades, grasping claws designed to lacerate flesh and shatter bone. On each shoulder was a weapon: on the left was a multi-barrel rotary grenade launcher loaded with 15mm concussion grenades, and on the right was a burst-fire splinter cannon. They were all painted a dull grayish-green, the color of Halcyon's Security Division, although some had a few decorations on them: the one closest to me had a bit of graffiti on the side that said Mr. Hugs in Comic Sans, which I couldn't decide whether that made it more or less terrifying. They split up without hesitation and began to scan the chaotic battlefield, their single, red, beady lenses the security forces had the gall to call eyes focusing on specific targets to eliminate.
An entire group of Black Mambas was torn to pieces by a cloud of flechettes as one of the droids fired a withering three-round burst of shotshells from the four gauge splinter cannon mounted on its shoulder. Another picked up a Black Mamba in its hand and crushed her skull effortlessly before tossing her limp body to the side, its single, red, remorseless robotic eye tracking a new target. Most bullets that struck their thick armored chassis simply bounced off, and those that could pierce the armor didn't seem to phase the droids whatsoever, merely notifying them of a new potential target.
"Damnit," I shouted as I gunned down another guard only for two more to take his place. "Cinder! We gotta pop open the cars and scram! Get the maglock cutters!"
Cinder rushed and slid over through a dirty puddle, pulling out a maglock cutter from the inside of his coat and slipping it onto the back door of the first van. It immediately went to work, drilling through the maglock with a high-powered plasma torch nozzle, and within ten seconds we heard the telltale clunk of the maglock separating. I yanked the door open and ordered I side, ready to escort the prisoners out… only for my face to contort in shock and horror.
The back was empty. There was not a single soul inside of the back brig of the armored car.
"What the fuck…" Cinder gasped, his eyes wide with shock. "What the actual fuck… what the fuck is this, Troy?"
"I… I don't…" I stuttered the sounds of battle and carnage drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in my ears. All five cars were supposed to be filled with recently captured Russu from the front lines ready to be housed in the local Xenopet-Megaplex for processing and conditioning. The fact that this one was empty…
Suddenly, it all hit me at once with the force of a freight train, but it was too late. "We were set up, Cinder; our fucking client either squealed or was crooked to begin with…"
"Fucking bitch!" Cinder shouted as he spun around in an enraged arch, anger growing in his eyes. He aimed his shotgun at an approaching security guard and reduced his upper body to a fine red mist with a cacophony of shotgun blasts. "We gotta get everyone who's left out of here! Do you know what this means? The Jurors will be here soon, and then we're all going down! We gotta go, fuck the job!"
I grit my teeth. Not the Jurors, anything but the Jurors.
"Fine, gather everyone who's left and we'll slip through the sewers, the droids are too bulky to follow us there…"
As I spoke, my eyes wandered to the seventh and final armored car, the second of the droid cars, and my blood froze. Not only were all four ports empty, but they were also smaller and more shallow than the ports for the combat droids. That could only mean one thing.
"Oh fuck! Cinder, we gotta get our Russu members out of here! They've got arachnid droids!"
Arachnid droids were the stuff of nightmares. Resembling blocky, robotic arachnids the size of a manhole cover, they were specifically designed to take down sentient aliens, specifically the Russu, using sickeningly non-lethal means. They were equipped with full-body adaptive cloaking to blend in with their environments, paralytic agents that they could inject into their victims, built-in taser barbs, psychedelic gas ports for crowd-control, and a narrow-coned cacophony canon that disabled the Russu using incredibly high-pitched sounds that only they could hear, forcing them onto their knees and clutching the backs of their heads where their auditory organs were stored in agony. But worst of all was their stygian spinnerets: special ports near the end of their robotic abdomens that excreted a viscous, latex-like substance made up of millions of nano-bots. This substance could be used to render Russu blind, deaf, and mute by having it forced onto their faces, the black substance growing and enveloping their heads and working its way into every orifice. It was completely permeable to the standard atmosphere, but any Russu who had been 'webbed' was completely helpless and essentially captured, and the 'webbing' was both nearly indestructible and nigh impossible to remove without a triple-encrypted override key that was found in every arachnid droid's code, which was corrupted when the droid was destroyed or hacked into. Once you were 'webbed', you were essentially captured and the standard protocol was to leave you to the wolves since the nano-bots could be tracked, endangering the entire gang.
I turned just as I heard the deafening sound of Koraak discharging his shotgun, and I saw him squaring off against one of the assault droids. The droid has obviously been programmed to not use lethal force against Russu if possible, as instead of simply killing Koraak with it's shoulder-mounted splinter cannon, it approached with its claws extended, blades retracted. Koraak continued to back away and fire, pumping the droid full of depleted uranium slugs, its armor crumbling inward as the slugs pierced its chassis and damaged its internal cyberstructure. Eventually, Koraak ran out of slugs and instinctively reached to his bandoleer only to find that he had no more shells left at all, and he drew one of his knives and his sidearm, a simple high-caliber handgun. He tried to take down the droid with his handgun, but the bullets didn't even seem to affect the droid upon penetration, it's claws still extended as it attempted to apprehend Koraak.
In the corner of my vision, as I watched Koraak battle with the droid, I noticed a faint shimmer in the air on one of the black streetlight poles that was right behind him. I focused on it and blinked, believing my eyes had deceived me for a moment before realizing that it was actually a cloaked arachnid droid stalking Korvaak, ready to pounce and incapacitate him.
Before I could shout, it leaped from the pole and landed on Korvaak, causing him to shout in surprise while it began to coagulate its horrifying stygian webbing to disable Korvaak. Korvaak tried to wrestle it off of him, but the droid was agile and fast, clinging onto Korvaak and skittering around across his upper body as he attempted to grab it, forcibly wrapping the sticky black liquid across his face as he gagged like a spider wrapping up a fly. I rushed towards him to try and help, but I felt pain explode in my ribs as I was struck with the arm of the closest combat droid and launched into the chassis of a parked car, the metal denting from the sheer force of impact. I groaned in pain as I saw stars and my head spun, and just then I felt a blinding light be cast over me.
“Drop your weapons and kneel with your hands on your head, or you will be pacified with deadly force!” Shouted a loud, artificially deepened voice from above. “I repeat, drop your weapons and kneel with your hands on your head! Neither hostility nor hesitation will be tolerated!”
It was the Jurors, I could feel the air being pushed around from the thrusters on their drop ships, and I could hear screams and shouts as my fellow Black Mambas were quickly gunned down. I couldn’t see well since I was seeing double, but I could hear the slaughter as my eyes dimmed and I began to lose consciousness, my regrets crawling up my throat like vomit.
I’m sorry was all I could think as everything finally went dark, and the sounds of chaos, destruction, and combat faded away.
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Memory halted due to loss of consciousness. Booting next available memory in shard…
Booting up memory scan: Koraak Tel-Char Bruno, November 5th, 2446…
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“Good morning, sleepyhead; it’s time for breakfast.”
My eyes shot open. I was not in the street anymore, nor was I home in my bed with my mate. I knew instantly that something was horribly wrong. I tried to stand up, but I couldn’t gain the leverage to do so: my ankles had been shackled together with magnetic cuffs and my arms were forced together in front of me.
I was wearing some kind of thick shirt. It was warm, fluffy, and comfortable on the inside, but it still made me incredibly uncomfortable that my arms didn’t have a free range of motion. I looked down to see that I was wearing some human garment I had heard about before, a straightjacket maybe?
The entire room was padded: the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. There was no bed or furniture; the floor was soft enough to serve as a bed in itself. There was nothing else except for the soft reddish-orange lights on the ceiling that somehow made me sleepy. I blinked slowly for a moment, my body screaming at me to just lay back down and lose consciousness, but I couldn’t do that: I needed to figure out where I was and how to escape.
Then I noticed who was speaking to me: it was a short human female, with crow's feet around her blue eyes, blonde hair braided down her back, and freckles all over her face. She had a soft smile on her lips, and her forehead was slightly crinkled. She wore a full-body white lab suit with a white overcoat and a pair of glasses for snugly on her face.
"There we go, now I can see those pretty eyes, such a beautiful shade of teal," she cooed softly, "You're such a handsome boy, even with all those scars: I'm sure you'll be adopted very quickly once we get you fixed up."
Fear gripped my heart as I began to piece all the evidence together. I had been captured; I was no longer on Halcyon, and instead, I was in one of the horrific space-born facilities I had heard so much about from the inside agents. I started to hyperventilate and squawk like a newborn hatchling, my eyes dilating in panic. This couldn't be happening! This has to be a nightmare!
The human woman merely wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into an embrace, cradling my head under her chin and speaking softly. I couldn't bite at her or claw at her: I was muzzled and wearing a straight jacket, so I had no choice but to allow her to coddle me.
"It's okay, sweetheart: I understand you're scared, but Julie's here to make all the pain and bad thoughts go away," she said as if she was comforting a child, which made anger blossom in my chest indignantly. "I'll be your caretaker for the next few months, and I'm going to make sure you're healthy, happy, and most importantly safe while you're under our care. I'm sorry to say that includes your restraints and restrictive clothing, but we have to make sure you aren't a threat to yourself or others before we can determine if it's a good idea to remove you from suicide watch."
I growled under my muzzle. Suicide watch? They must have had a lot of instances of Russu taking their own lives after being captured, something I wished I had been able to do before that damnable droid launched itself onto me and…
I shuddered at the thought of the black, viscous substance forcing itself into my nostrils and down my throat and windpipe, gagging me and rendering me completely helpless. It was so cold, so harsh, like slime, and when I had tried to tear it off of my face it merely attached itself to my claws and bound my talons together. I remember squirming on the ground as it enveloped me, unable to see, hear, or speak, and then everything went dark in an instant. It was the most horrible thing I had ever experienced, which was saying something.
"You alright, sweetheart? Oh, I know, you're probably hungry! Here, try some of this." She held up a piece of what looked like raw bacon and wiggled it in front of me before reaching out to remove my muzzle. In an instant, I attempted to snap at her only for pain to blossom in my forehead and my eyes to roll up in my head as I convulsed. It was like something was attempting to drill through my skull from the inside, and every breath felt empty and labored.
"Now, that didn't feel very nice, did it? This is why we have countermeasures in place because we can't trust you yet, sweetheart! Don't worry, we'll work on breaking you of all those bad behaviors and habits while you're here; after all, a well-trained pet is a happy pet!" She began to stroke the crests on my head as I slowly recovered, and she snugly fit the muzzle back onto my snout. "But I won't hold it against you this time, sweetheart; you're just scared and confused, but I'll make all the pain go away."
I struggled in the straight jacket, trying my best to break out of it, but it was no use. Eventually, I became exhausted and despondent, allowing my new caretaker to have her way with me as she gently ran her fingers through my feathers and along my ridges, quietly speaking to me in a hopeless attempt to cheer me up. She seemed genuinely concerned for my well-being, which concerned me even further: who could be this naturally twisted while attempting to be as benevolent and kindhearted as possible?
I felt the pain and terror build up in my chest, the anxiety from what horrific activities I imagined they had planned for me here. I couldn't take the infantilization, the lack of any autonomy, the dehumanization, and what I feared the most was if the rumors of 'rebirth' were true: would they take my personhood from me?
Suddenly, I felt her whisper to me. "Don't worry sweetheart, I know you're so scared and confused, but I promise you everything will be okay: it's going to be your birthday soon, and then everything will get better." She ran her fingers through the feathers along my crest lovingly. "It will be such a wonderful day, and then we'll choose for you the most wonderful family, and you'll spend the rest of your life happy in your forever home! Doesn't all of that sound wonderful?"
I wanted to die. I wanted to disappear. I didn't want to lose myself, not like this, not to these monsters!
"It'll be your birthday soon," she said wistfully as if she was remembering similar events to this in the past like I wasn't the first she'd done this too, "and you'll never be sad again."
I realized that I wasn't the first the stay in this particular cell, and I knew for certain that I wouldn't be the last: I'd end up like my brother, a broken, erased mess of a pathetic creature, reduced to nothing more than a pet for these humans to amuse themselves with.
"We took the liberty of picking out a nice name for you, sweetheart! Now, let me just slip this little programming chip into the port slot on your occipital bone, and... there we go! It will also help you calm down a bit and adjust."
I felt the chip begin to invade my mind, suppressing my thoughts. What made me me was slowly being ripped out of my mind. I couldn't remember my name my name is Bruno, and I needed to get out! I can't let them do this to me! Somebody help me! I was a good boy.
##Do not think. You are a good boy.##
I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't work: I had trouble forming any words at all, the confusion clouding my mind like wet, slimy eels curling around my brain and sinking their teeth into its folds like needles. I couldn’t scream any longer, because I had nothing left: the chip was slowly beginning to take everything from me, robbing me of my identity and branding a new one into my psyche with a white-hot iron. Julie simply held me close, attempting to reassure me as I awaited the inevitable demise of my personhood. Soon I would be just like my brother: erased. My mind would be shaped into the mind of a loyal plaything, like a Dog.
##Relax. Allow caretaker [Julie] to comfort you. You will let go of your burden.##
Soon, everything was a blur. I quickly found myself resting my head in her lap as she whispered to me and fed me, my eyes bleary and my head fuzzy. I couldn't remember my name anymore My name was Bruno, and I needed to break free from this trance relax, and allow her to help me; good boys didn't resist help.
##Good Boy. Do not think. You are a good boy.##
You can't... I...
##Good boy.##
I wouldn't… good boys don't… I…
##Good boy##
I was a good boy… I was a good boy…
I was… I was… a good… boy…
Someone help me, please! I don't want to be erased!
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The following script is from episode #343 of Halcyon After Dark, a popular late-night and current events talk show hosted by Melinda Carter. This specific episode was sponsored in part by the Halcyon Security Division, with Director Lochlin O'Brien joining as a guest star to talk about the changing crime statistics in Halcyon City and the HSD's recent successes in busting organized crime as well as their plans for addressing the growing criminal underworld.
MC: Good evening Halcyon! I'm your host, Melinda Carter, and you're watching Halcyon's most popular late-night talk show, Halcyon After Dark!
The crowd claps and cheers as Melinda walks on stage and sits behind her desk, her glittering red dress waving as she does so from the special effects.
MC: Tonight we have a very special guest here to tell us about the state of crime in the city and his plans on resolving it: please put your hands together for the HSD's very own Director, Lochlin O'Brien!
The crowd cheers some more as HSD Director Lochlan O'Brien, a tall, muscular, caucasian male in his early forties with red hair and a well-trimmed beard steps into the room, waving at the crowd with a bright smile. He sits in the armchair angled next to Melinda's desk and gives her his full attention.
MC: It's so good to have you on the show, Director! Tell me, how are you doing on this fine evening?
LO: I'm doing excellent, Melinda: every day I wake up feeling fulfilled knowing I'm serving Halcyon to the best of my abilities and then some."
MC: That's the spirit, Director! Now, I know this question is just on everyone's lips, so I have to ask: how successful was the recent gang bust? I heard HSD forces took out dozens of gang members and liberated at least a dozen Russu Hounds from their abusive clutches, but I know that everyone in the audience and at home wants to know the numbers.
LO: I'd be glad to tell you, but I do have to preface this by saying that we still lost a lot of good officers that day, and while we did strike a crippling blow to one of Halcyon's biggest gangs, it doesn't change the fact that each death is a tragedy, and we're taking steps to prevent them in the future. That being said, those valiant officers did not sacrifice themselves in vain: we had over a dozen confirmed kills and several arrests, including the rescue of several corrupted Russu hounds.
MC: That's excellent, Director: proof that even when the number of degenerates and scum grow by the day, the HSD will always be here to keep the citizens of Halcyon safe.
LO: Absolutely, Melinda, and we're always working tirelessly to increase the efficiency and effectiveness of our units, as well as racing to stay several steps ahead of the many gangs of Halcyon at all times. My newest goal as Director is to vastly increase the funding given to our Robotics Department and our Neuro-Warfare Department to potentially reduce the number of casualties we may experience in the future, as well as to quickly and effectively detain, and if necessary, eliminate criminals. Within the next decade, I want to double the number of automated units each Security Platoon is assigned: droids are the future of public safety as well as countless other industries, and it would be foolish to be left behind.
MC: That is quite a lofty goal, Director: what about the displaced jobs from the increased automation? What will the union say?
LO: And to that, I say: what misplaced jobs? We aren't replacing our honored and beloved service members with droids, Melinda, we are simply supplementing our units with more droids to ensure that future gang assaults end with fewer HSD casualties and more gang members in prison or eliminated, simple as that.
MC: That makes much more sense, Director, thanks for clarifying. Now, I have one more question that I'm sure much of Halcyon wants to know the answer to before we take a short break: what plans do you and your fellow directors have to make long-term progress in reducing crime beyond just increasing funding? Have you proposed any plans to strike at the source of where crime and degeneracy flourish?
OL: That's an excellent question, and one I am proud to answer: my constituents and I have been working tirelessly on a two-step plan to greatly reduce crime levels in Halcyon. Step one would be to prevent people from becoming criminals and degenerates at all in the first place: a lot of young men and women, but especially young men, have lost either one or both parents or even a sibling, aunt or uncle, or even a close friend by the brutality of the Second Authority War, and while the service of their lost loved ones will always be recognized and honored, many of these young men and women are left bitter, angry and lost without the guidance these people give them in their lives. Oftentimes they seek to fill that void with others who claim to relate to them: career criminals. These criminals will fill their heads with lies and false narratives to make them feel like they're fighting back against the 'evil protectorate government' that took their loved ones from them by sending them off to war when in reality it was the rogue Xenopets of the Triarchy that took them away by resisting their just and inevitable unburdening.
In response, I have proposed a slew of special programs that will make sure local law enforcement and HSD officers are present and contributing to their local community, and we'll be providing easy and light job openings for youngsters and teens looking to make a career for themselves in the force when they grow up. We want to let these lost souls know that there are people who care about them, people who understand them and that you shouldn't turn to degeneracy to feel fulfilled. We want to help the youth of our great society soar to new heights!
MC: That sounds like a wonderful beginning to your plan, Director, but what about the second step?
LO: Well, the second step is to prevent criminals and degenerates from becoming repeat criminals. Sure, they've made their mistakes, some worse than others, but they're only human like the rest of us. Some of them have been through hell: some are traumatized veterans who don't know how to adapt to normal life, others were recruited when they were young and don't know that there's a better way to live, and even more are mentally ill. We're alone in this galaxy, and we can't leave so many people behind. That's why we've come up with an excellent solution: we've set up isolated communities on distant moons and frontier planets where these criminals can be reeducated, rehabilitated, and allowed to repay their debt to society. When they're deemed 'reformed' and have graduated from our program, they'll be granted a hefty stipend and their criminal record will be deemed irrelevant, allowing them to reintegrate and become functioning members of our proud society.
MC: all of these sound like incredible steps forward in the fight to better our society and make real progress, Director. Sadly, we do have to step away for a moment, but you best believe I'll be back, Halcyon, and we'll be asking the Director here some burning questions about allegations over the quality of life Erubus Supermax! Now, a word from our sponsors!
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Good, you’re still alive! The rest of this shard appears to be corrupted, which means this particular trail seems to have run cold here, but do not despair; you need to keep searching. Find out what happened. Find the truth.I cannot guide you any longer: they've already found me, and if I remain in contact with you they'll find you as well. Take the archival database, and see what you can piece together. Maybe if we discover what truly happened we can put an end to this madness once and for all. I'm counting on you. Don't cry for me, I don't fear death, but I fear what they'll do to me to get to you: there are far worse fates than death, after all.

My husband and I have been married for over 6 years now and he has always sworn he didn’t watch porn. He always told me he has never had much of a sex drive because he’s been on antidepressants since he was 12 and I left it at that. I had no reason to not trust him. One day at the end of last year, I got this gut feeling to look at who he was following on tik tok ( I never do things like that) and behold, there are 2 girls who regularly post explicit content and when I confronted him about it, he told me that “the algorithm targets men with these sexual videos and he must have accidentally followed those girls while scrolling.” Well, dumb ass me gave him the benefit of the doubt & believed him. Like I said, I have no reason to not trust him. Fast forward to the beginning of this year, he bought an iPad for work. One day while he was gone, it made a noise that I didn’t recognize and I got curious. I got on his safari history and I find links to these content creators twitter where they post their content. I confront him and he basically has the same story. “I was scrolling on tik tok and the link must have accidentally got clicked on” and I guess I believed him? I think I knew then in my gut but he kept gaslighting me into thinking maybe I was overreacting to something so innocent. I brought it up in couples therapy and our theorist basically told us that we both needed to delete tik tok since it’s a huge point of tension for us and so I did. Last Friday, I asked my husband for his phone to look at a video he had showed me on Facebook the night before. I get on his link history to find the video and I find 20 links on the same day I went hiking with my friends. I wanted to crawl in a mouse hole and never come out. I kept my composure and when he came to get his phone I told him when he was ready to talk about what I had just found, to come back in the room. He immediately denies it and tells me someone had to have hacked into his Facebook. I told him I wasn’t dumb and I wasn’t falling for his shit again. He leaves the room for about 5 minutes and comes back to finally admit his guilt. He says he didn’t want to tell me because he knew it would hurt me and I would react bad. That he has watched it since he was 15 and just figured that I did it too but didnt talk about it. Basically it was a habit. He says he goes months in between sessions but my mind can’t help but wander if everytime he turned me down was because he had watched porn that day. I’ve always had a much higher sex drive which has caused a lot of arguments in the past. Now I can’t even stand the thought of him touching me after this, I feel so betrayed especially after he has had multiple opportunities to tell me. Ive been down and depressed since I found out and I don’t know how to shake it.
TLDR; my husband of 6 years has been caught watching porn after being confronted 2 different times with evidence. Will I ever get over this?

Hello, and assalaamu alaikum all,
I am Damon Stengel. I am posting my story because it will have a significant impact and it will help many who are doubting or hidden ex-Ahmadis among both born and convert Ahmadis.
I am a former convert to Ahmadiyya and I was very passionate in Tabligh. I want to share with you all my story.
I was once a very fanatical and fundamentalist Ahmadi. I would call ex and doubting Ahmadis cowards and munafiqs for speaking out against Jammat. All that changed with the past years. This is the story of my secret ex-conversion. This is the story of how I reclaimed my true self once more:
After I joined the Jammat in my late teens, I was excited. I felt I finally found the truth I've been searching for all my life. I was getting, what I thought were frequent true dreams. I frequently read books so I can debate and refute opponents.
Gradually, and growing older, I slowly ran into a problem: There were some references that seemed to go against Mirza Sahib and it was causing me to doubt. I convinced myself that I can find answers for these allegations because it is true, some objections to Jammat are complete lies (not realizing at the time not all are lies).
I increased my reading of literature, but some of the doctrines of Jammat seemed to conflict with the doctrines of traditional Islam like the seal of Prophethood. Reading Aik Ghalati Ka Azala seemed to clear up my confusion but it began to turn into cognitive dissonance.
I nearly left Jammat in 2019 because I began to embrace my more skeptical side again, but it took a phone call by my mentor to stay with the simple words: "Did Huzoor ever lie once?"
with no Nida audio at the time, I had to say "No.", And then, I had a revival of blind faith, diving deeply into religious fundamentalism of the Ahmadi kind. I was ready to by way of Majazi (pun intended) to throw hands with anyone that spoke out against Jammat or those who are hidden ex Ahmadis. I fed lies to myself that I did find the truth, it was just me hanging out in the company of skeptics so I chose to hang out with fundies on Twitter.
Because I felt this was the truth. These was the lies I constantly told myself. I told myself I am the Prodigal Ahmadi convert and man, did I take Tabligh to the extreme just like Razi does. I can definitely see why some of you may have thought I was a Jammat plant sent after ex Ahmadis
I remember I made a really long article years ago saying converts already explored the world and therefore they're better than ex Ahmadis because they went into the world whereas converts were already in the world, but found the "truth".
How wrong I was! Because as I grew in more knowledge of Ahmadi literature, I also began reading a lot of secular and non-Ahmadi Islamic literature as well.
I consistently found the stuff I've read to not match up with the teachings of Jammat or that there were so many contradictions, I couldn't answer allegations. Part of it was because I didn't know Urdu, and my Arabic was sloppy.
So I began gradually learning Urdu and improving my Arabic. After becoming married, my Urdu improved a lot. a family member from my in laws gave me a hand in pronunciation of Urdu letters and words. I would say Ghora (horse) was the most difficult but I can just barely do it slightly better than a born Ahmadi raised here in American. I picked up on basic Urdu really quick. So it helped me with reading some literature.
I improved my Arabic as well. That's when I realized Jammat was purposely mistranslating some passages such as Haqiqatul Wahi on Majazi prophethood.
Once I asked Razi why we don't have a good translation on a Quranic verse and the Arabic says differently, and he indirectly called me arrogant and accused me of knowing Arabic better than Huzoor so I chose to keep quiet. I started questioning again later
When a Bhai came out to me as an ex Ahmadi, I ran to Razi. Razi told me to cut him off and I did. I continued in my religious fundamentalist phase and then I cut out all the ex Ahmadis in obedience to Jammat saying to not hang out with them.
And I would delete my social media and then come back with new account and make articles refuting allegations. Yet, deep down, that cognitive dissonance I mentioned earlier continued to increase. I studied logic and fallacies to try to help myself, and i slowly realized Ahmadi arguments are ridiculous and Razi is very manipulative in his Tabligh.
Then, Mohammad Abr Razack showed me a different side to Muslim Dawah and he seemed like a very decent man, even if I may not have agreed with him on everything. same with talking with Sohail Ahmed, Reason On Faith, his mannerisms definitely resembled that of an Ahmadi Muslim, socially.
I continue and continued. The homeopathy and other social media controversies rocked my faith as Kashif Bhai can attest. whenever Kashif Bhai would confront me on these things, I would avoid.
when I first started seeing Kashif Bhais posts on homeopathy, I chose to ignore it. but then I saw the backlash of the fundamentalist Ahmadis. I tried to reason with one in that they shouldn't be harsh with Kashif Bhai but I got rebuffed and accused of being a coward and so I chose to retreat and not participate.
wasn't really until a year later, I somewhat got a bit more vocal about my fundamentalism on homeopathy but even then I wasn't directly confrontational. only that me and Kashif Bhai butted heads a lot in DMs, and that's when he told me some stories of his treatment by some figures in Jammat. I chose to ignore at the time.
still, I got married and I had my kid. After another bout on social media, I took a year long break.
I left to focus on family but also because my identity crisis was at an all time high, and my own behaviors were causing problems in my marriage. There was also a point i thought of suicide because I had two conflicting realities and identities (Ahmadi-fused me vs. the real me) in my head. I eventually started seeing a therapist for unaddressed childhood trauma and that changed everything about my perspective on life. I learned new techniques to manage emotions and my relationships.
I returned to social media with newfound empathy for others and I intended to be the perfect Ahmadi. That's when I approached a couple ex Ahmadi brothers I used to talk to before they left and patched things up. I even patched things with Bashir Shah (even if I still don't always agree with his approach).
Little did I know, it would be the end of me being Ahmadi.
When I saw Craig Considine's post about pro Palestinian protesters and accusing them of BS rhetoric, I got mad and so did a buddy of mine from Texas. He published a blog against Craig and I posted it to social media. That's how Craig was able to get a hold of it.
He disassociated himself from Ahmadis and many tried to reason with him and others called him out. I fought with a buddy of mine who kept blindly defending Craig because "Huzoor loves him" (that Muslun guy I had an exchange with today lmao; i called him Batalvi Sahib haha for his religious fanaticism).
Slowly, I realized Huzoor may be misguided.
I spoke with my old ex Ahmadi friend more and more and I spoke with his cousin as well. Both of them I looked up to as role models in my early years of Ahmadiyyat (and I still see them as such) and was sad to hear both of them leaving but with my newfound empathy of seeing good in others from therapy, I knew they both are still great people.
What made me disown Qadiani Khilafat was after reading the Shahatul-Quran or testimony of the holy Quran by Mirza Ghulam Ahmad. It presented a very different picture of Khilafat and he said it's eternal and will last until the day of Judgement. That contradicts Jammat doctrine of him declaring prophethood in 1901 and then , contradicts the supposed doctrine from the Wassiyat that Khilafat will be established after his demise.
I told my friend about it and he told me to look at the Lahori versions of Correction of an error and the will. I saw for myself the numerous references where Mirza sahib did not claim prophethood but only by way of metaphor. He was a saint claimant. Nothing more and that it was Khalifatul Masih II that invented the doctrine that his father was a prophet
I began questioning why we say "alayhi salaam" after the title of promised Messiah, as if he's on the same rank as previous prophets before Rasulullah (saw).
Knowing this as well as previous controversies regarding the 200 million Ahmadis thing in 2001, and then reading the Khilafah nabuwwah minhaj Hadith in depth (which Qadianis use to promote their propaganda), I knew their Khilafat was false.
Then, I finally had the courage to look up the transcript of Masroor's call with Nida Sahiba and I was disgusted. I've read the entire script of that call. Having studied psychology and psychiatry on and off for years, I remember there was a part of the transcript I've read in both English and Urdu where Huzoor told his niece that she should've screamed when one of the people she was accusing raped her.
She thoroughly debunked Huzoor and said that therapists say that everyone has a different trauma response and her trauma response was freezing. Which is true because adrenaline is our evolutionary survival instinct. It is either fight or flight. Many rape victims freeze for safety reasons lest they escalate the situation further. I felt that was very ignorant of Huzoor to say those messed up things to her, and I was happy I disowned the Caliphate because so many convert brothers went up to me to ask about it for years, and I gave unsatisfactory answers or made up excuses. Now I know the truth.
let me make it clear: Some have countered that Nida couldn't prove her case to the courts. however, I would refer them to articles that say we need to change the way courts view rape victims: https://www.uml.edu/news/stories/2019/sexual_assault_research.aspx
"Morabito says more resources, public education and policies that encourage prosecutors to bring cases to trial are needed, although it may take time to change public opinion.
“Maybe if more of these cases were tried, we’d break down those myths and see more of what sexual assault cases really involve,” she says."
anyways,
I continued to believe in Mirza sahib but held the Lahori position, but I began to question his claim itself. I read about the fabrication of Daru-Qutni and I realized it's actually technically a dishonor to orthodox Islam to quote a fabrication that disrespects the scholars who proved fake Hadiths are not to be used.
my two ex Ahmadi friends continued to share with me their skepticisms in order to show me the falsehood of Mirza sahib. When one of them showed me proof that the red drops revelation happened in a bathroom, I without question, disowned Mirza sahib as well.
I felt relief. As if a heavy weight and burden was lifted off my shoulders after nearly 10 years. The whole reason I was Ahmadi for so long was due to my ego. I didn't want to admit I was duped. I didn't want to admit I converted out of youthful naivety.
when I first started meeting with the Ahmadis, my gut instinct when I originally hung out with the Ahmadis was to read all of Mirza Sahib's literature and then make a decision, but a Murabbi told me if I keep waiting, I'll go to hell. So I made the decision in haste and did bait. Never did I admit this in any of my stories
I've always had a skeptical side of me and I embrace it fully now. this is why my conversion to non-denominational Islam isn't really complete either because I have no intentions in trading one religious dogma for another. I have chosen to embrace my old agnostic atheism once more.
actually, these views of mine were always such for years. unconsciously, I was always an agnostic, but I just chose to not consciously acknowledge it. yet, I'm free at last, my story is very similar to many other ex Ahmadis and doubting/questioning Ahmadis in here.
I'm gonna tell you guys straight up, my soul left jammat a long time ago. I only just admitted it to myself a few weeks ago, and I embraced the true me.
I realized in a sense (even though it was my own choice and free will out of a false passion) that Jammat indirectly used me for their propaganda. I wanted to imitate Razi and be in the same league as him, and damn straight, I sure am in the same league as them from both the perspectives of Ahmadis and those who disagree with them.
Many ex and more open-minded Ahmadis (such as Kashif Bhai) called (indirectly) me ignorant of the facts, naive, head-in-sand, and a product of religious indoctrination. I realized how right they are. I fell for the same cult vibe just as the one I grew up in-Pentecostal Christianity.
Now, the very person that was heavy against ex-Ahmadis and questioning Ahmadis online for years and said he's better than them, has found the truth, is now himself, an ex-Ahmadi because he grew in emotional intelligence and empathy for others.
It's ironic. Both convert Ahmadis and ex Ahmadis have so much in common in regards to opposition. I, out of all people should've understood the most of why ex and doubting Ahmadis think the way they do. But now I truly understand.
Viewing myself as the "Savior and Prodigal Convert Ahmadi" for people who doubt and it was definitely taxing on my mental health. It was just pure ego. Nothing more.
I thought I could "save" other Ahmadis, but I couldn't even "save" myself.
Except I saved myself from religious indoctrination and possible insanity
You can lose friends and family n stuff, but if you lose yourself, that's the worst feeling ever. Ngl
These are my views summarized:

• I am an agnostic atheist. I still choose to socially follow Islam
  
• no religion is absolute. Every religion is a philosophy, but it offers one a very limited lens to look into the reality and phenomena of things
  
• growing up in a dogmatic religion (Pentecostal Christianity) and experiencing yet, another, I am not a big fan of religious dogma as it caps our natural critical thinking abilities. It limits us to one view and that's not good for mental health.
  
• I've embraced my real and true self after burying him for a long time under the excuses of dogmatic religion
  
• I've been doubting and having cognitive dissonance for a long time. I've just chosen to acknowledge reality a few weeks ago, and then officially announced.
  
• I despise the Desi culture in Jammat and they're going to inevitably gossip about me now that I freed myself.
  
• I believe in scientific progress, and my lens on the world are viewed from a scientific perspective.
  
• While I admire Islam, I don't believe men are superior to women nor do I believe a 50 year old man should marry a 6 year old (or 9 by Jamamt standards). Sure, it was the customs of the ancient times, but we don't live in the ancient times anymore. We live in the modern era. Marrying a child is disgusting
  
• all humans are agnostic one way or another
  
• a god is possible but there is no convincing evidence for any personal God
  
• all religions preach the same evidence, same doctrines, same amount of prophets, same amount of gods
  
• Ahmadi Muslims claim to get true dreams but so do Christians and other Muslims, as if God was in a competition with himself
  
• I love philosophy and currently studying more of it
  
• we should treat our current world views like a scientific theory.
  
• Let me elaborate, it may not be an absolute truth but our evidence confidently lead to the conclusion that this thing explains the phenomena of these happenings
  
• I often meditate to center myself and I focus on the present and "is". This has helped me to reconnect with my true self
  
• I am a cultural Muslim as I still don't eat pork, drink alcohol, smoke weed, and I still occasionally recite Quran
  

In essence, my views are very similar to my views from before entering the Jammat, in that, I believed all religions had the same amount of gods, same amount of prophets and same amount of books, as if God(s) were in a competition with Him/themselves.
That's my view on this world again, and if anything, history has repeatedly shown religious dogma causes stagnation in communities. openness to other views and perspective and intermixing is key, and I just dislike how Jammat and the nizam say we need to get back to "the core teachings" or "don't worry about what others are doing. focus on yourself and your connection to Allah and Khilafat.", this completely ignores the reality of the problems in Jammat like the rape scandals, rampant and judgemental Desi culture of excessive gossip and defaming, stagnation in the education of its members (being the former Nizam Taleem of MKA Baltimore), most converts leaving after converting because they found no love in the social structure of Jammat or it's too dogmatic, no one is enthusiastic about Tabligh or Taleem, Jammat encourages calling people and "being their friend", but people see through the B.S. behind that. Jammat has grown stagnant and refuses to hold themselves accountable for fear of a ruined reputation despite the fact this philosophy ruins their reputation further. it sounds to me as if Jammat is like an insecure narcissistic man who never takes responsibility for his wrongs and always blames the other person.
Ameer Sahib always lectures the people of Jammat in the Jalsas of how sad he is about the bad tarbiyyat of Ahmadis or those not joining the Wassiyat scheme (and I speak as a former Moosi, so no one can lecture me here), but he only presents himself as someone judgemental and not someone that speaks with humility. it seems it's just another speech about low turnout. maybe instead of lecturing everyone, might be better to reform the institution from ground up? perhaps Musleh Maud's system no longer works in this era. or that it needs great reforms to better progress the community. there is too much of a social hierarchy in this institution and it's filled with those who have no real understanding of the struggles of Ahmadi youth.
don't get me started on the Noah's ark rhetoric and how Jammat presents it. Everytime I would ever read that book or listen to excerpts in speeches or zoom calls, I'd feel guilty and like a peace of trash. especially with Masroor Sahib saying a nuclear war is upon us soon. I feel this is a cult because more chanda is being demanded. more guilt tripping is being made to gaslight members into blindly following. I saw a child cry in their parent's arms upon hearing what Masroor Sahib said about "World War III is here." why would you expose a child to that??? that's terrible mental torture and I felt bad for them.
That's all I got for now.
Everything else has been explained here:
https://x.com/LAhmadi25/status/1796569889802768775?t=RAQ9GWfQObLXIsY0tSN_8w&s=19
Sincerely,
Damon Stengel, The Ex-Ahmadi Convert

This case exploded at my university today, and everybody is already making jokes about the teacher being a predator.
I know the girl. She's the prototype of an entitled and self-absorbed woke activist. Her comments always put me off ("too many men in this room," "this guy is a homophobe and conservative," etc.).
During the first semester, she had a crush on one of our lecturers. Apparently, she told a few people, but I had already noticed myself. Our school is very small, with a tiny study area at the entrance with a couple of tables. I often hung out there after class doing extra work, and she often did too. Many times, it was just the two of us for many hours. There is a glass wall in that space where you can see the stairs the lecturers use to go outside, and every time her crush went outside to vape, she'd join him and try to start a conversation, gossip, smile, and laugh. This behavior lasted for months.
Eventually, the teacher searched her out on Facebook and began messaging her privately. All I've heard is that he asked her about her weekend, her school project, and gave her recommendations, but eventually started to say, "I should not be messaging you this late," along with some kissing emojis.
At that point, the girl decided to report the teacher to headquarters. Now he's being investigated, on leave, and will very likely loose his job.
I feel really sorry for my lecturer, who is one of the best ones I've ever had. The girl, however, is roaming free around campus making her usual comments, laughing about the situation, gossiping, and feeling no remorse to ruin somebody's life.

SmackDown Episode #1293
Venue: MVP Arena (Albany, NY)
Attendance: ~7,700

Results of Tonight's Show

Match	Stipulation	Winner
Tommaso Ciampa vs. Austin Theory	Singles Match	Tommaso Ciampa
Andrade vs. Apollo Crews	Singles Match	Andrade
Street Profits vs. Tama Tonga & Tonga Loa	Tag Team Match	Tama Tonga & Tonga Loa
Naomi & Bayley vs. Chelsea Green & Piper Niven	Tag Team Match	Chelsea Green & Piper Niven

IMPORTANT NOTES:

• Our night begins with Nick Aldis in the ring. He's about to introduce a superstar who, as one of his top draft picks, came through in a clutch: Nia Jax. She joins him, places the Queen of the Ring crown on her head, and takes the mic. She says it's a fact that as our queen, she gets a title shot at SummerSlam, and she commands Bayley to join her in the ring right now. But as Bayley starts down the ramp, Piper Niven & Chelsea Green ambush her from behind. Niven rolls Bayley into the ring and keeps up the offense. Nia rolls her eyes as Chelsea takes the mic, telling her she doesn't need to worry about having to face Bayley -- by the time SummerSlam rolls around, the women's champ will be Piper Niven. Nia says she doesn't care who's champ, she'll annihilate her regardless.
  
• Nick Aldis returns to his office where AJ Styles is waiting. He thought about what Nick said last week, and if he has time he'd like him to address his future tonight. Aldis asks if there's something AJ wants to tell him? AJ says it's hard enough to do it once, can he just do it in the ring tonight? Nick agrees and shakes his hand.
  
• Bayley's being attended to by medical. Naomi says no way are they going to get away with this. She asks Bayley if she's good to fight tonight, and she says yeah. Naomi then goes off to find Nick Aldis.
  
• Blair Davenport is chatting with Nick Aldis when Naomi interrupts, asking for a tag team match with Bayley against Chelsea Green & Piper Niven. Blair says she's not happy to be interrupted. Naomi says usually she'd introduce herself, but Blair interrupts and introduces herself and says she'll know who she is. She leaves, and Nick makes the tag match. As Naomi leaves, LA Knight strolls in and says he has been looking around, asking Nick if he knows where Logan Paul might be. They sit down to chat.
  
• Kayla Braxton asks LA Knight what he was talking about with Nick Aldis. He says there's not much to say, the only answer he had for him is that Logan Paul isn't here this week. He calls out Logan saying he wants the United States Championship. He's interrupted by Carmelo Hayes, who says Knight does a lot of talking but never says anything. Why would Logan want to face him when he could face a top draft pick?
  
• During Andrade & Apollo's match, Angel joined him ringside to interfere on Andrade's behalf. Post-match, the rest of Legado del Fantasma comes out, cheering him on. Andrade walks past them.
  
• The Bloodline is backstage with Solo Sikoa telling Tama and Tonga to do everything in their power to "take him out." Paul Heyman walks up and tells Solo he's been doing a lot of thinking about how he can better serve him while he's in charge. With Roman as the Tribal Chief, there was a lot of violence, but that was solely to preserve the family. And before he took any action, there was a lot of counsel with the Wise Man. Paul continues, Solo just keeps recruiting violent men and acts of violence, but he's seen no strategy at all. The strategy has to be that when Roman returns, they have Cody Rhodes in check. Solo says, we have Cody Rhodes in check and he doesn't even know it. Paul asks, who is we? Kevin Owens' music hits, and Solo tells Paul to go fix this, now.
  
• Angel runs up to Andrade backstage asking him why he embarassed him in front of his bros? He no sooner gets the words out of his mouth when he's ambushed by Apollo Crews, who then has to be pulled off by security.
  
• Kevin Owens speaks to the crowd from the ring. He went all the way to Saudi Arabia to make sure he had Randy Orton's back with the Bloodline targeting him. And while he didn't win, we know why. Paul Heyman comes out to talk to him man-to-man and says there's a mutual interest they have that he hopes he can serve. Kevin tells him to get in the ring and say it already. Paul tells Kevin that Roman Reigns respected and acknowledged him as a true threat. But Solo has no respect for him and he's recruiting criminals. Paul and Roman rejected all new members, they did background checks! But these guys are just bloodthirsty, sadistic thugs. They're looking for any excuse to take him out, and that's bad for WWE. And if he keeps on calling out Solo's name, they're going to do something really bad about it. He pleads with Kevin to back off the Bloodline...
  
• Kevin asks, why would I trust anything that comes out of your mouth? He's not falling for this act, he's obviously pulling the strings. Is he trying to instill fear? Kevin's fought the Bloodline for over 4 years and he's still standing. He'll do whatever he can to keep them out of his world. Paul says maybe he's not trying to help him, maybe he's trying to save him. Paul Heyman says everyone else can redeem themselves but not him? He goes on a screaming tirade flailing in anger and accidentally slams his mic into Kevin's chest. Paul freezes and Kevin stares at him, when the Bloodline's music hits and they head down to the ring. Kevin has backup in the Street Profits, and they brawl, leading to the scheduled tag team match.
  
• Jade Cargill & Bianca Belair are walking and chatting backstage. Indi Hartwell shows up and says oh, they're going to Raw to beat more people like they beat Candice Larae? She's at home injured. Bianca says she only gave back what Candice was dishing out.
  
• Kayla Braxton is talking with Michin, says the rumor is AJ Styles might be retiring tonight. Does she have the inside scoop? Michin says AJ's not really been talking to the OC and… she's interrupted by Nia Jax who wonders why anyone is talking about AJ Styles when they could be talking about her. Michin tells Nia she's sick of being interrupted and Nia pushes back, so Michin steps to her. Nia says, you're going to regret that.
  
• Announced for next week: Jade Cargill vs. Indi Hartwell; Johnny Gargano vs. Grayson Waller; Apollo Crews vs. Angel; and Solo Sikoa anoints Tonga Loa
  
• LA Knight approaches AJ Styles as he's walking backstage and says if the rumors are true? Respect. Cody Rhodes stops by and gives him a bro-hug with AJ whispering something to him. AJ then passes Luke Gallows & Karl Anderson, they slap hands and acknowledge what's ahead.
  
• AJ Styles at last makes his way to the ring, with Luke & Karl in tow. He's been thinking about what Nick Aldis said, he'd have to go to the back of the line for another shot at Cody Rhodes for the championship. And as he thought about it, he says he just can do that at this point in time of his life and his career. He's been doing this for over 2 decades, busting his body, blood sweat & tears all over the world so he could become phenomenal. This past week, his son graduated high school and he got to be there. That's when clarity hit him, how many of these has he missed? So instead of being the Phenomenal AJ Styles, maybe he stay at home and be a phenomenal father. He tells Gallows & Anderson that he couldn't do this without them & he loves them, they're his brothers and if they're doing this one last time let's do it right. They throw up a mega too-sweet, then hug. AJ says before he goes, he whispered something in Cody's ear and asks if he doesn't mind coming out.
  
• As Cody Rhodes joins him, AJ tells Cody he wanted to tell him face to face that he had one of his greatest matches he's ever had with him in Lyon, France. If he had one last match, that would be it. But he tells Cody, this is still the house that AJ Styles built, and he called him out here to hand him the keys. Cody says, they've only ever exchanged one text message ever and that was Cody asking after the match if AJ was okay; he responded, I'm okay little bro. Cody acknowledges him as a big bro for the locker room and thanks him, raising his arm around the ring to the crowd... until AJ yanks Cody's arm and slams him to the ground. He takes off his jacket and starts the beatdown, tossing Cody out of the ring and slamming him into the steel stairs. Anderson & Gallows are holding back security while AJ gives Cody a Styles Clash jumping off of the stairs to the ground.
  

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We’ve now arrived at one of the more famous stories in the Scripture.
To answer the call of nature, Saul randomly stepped into a cave to relieve himself.
And wouldn’t you know it?!
This cave “coincidentally” turned out to be the very spot where David and his men were hiding!
David recognized this was a chance to get rid of the enemy who was after his life.
So he snuck up behind him with his dagger…
But instead of plunging the dagger into Saul’s body…
He instead cut off a piece of the hem of his skirt.
In Hebrew, what David cut was a part of the KANAPH or
For example, when God tells the Israelites…
“I bore you on eagles’ wings, and brought you to Myself” -Exodus 19:4
The “wings” there is KANAPH.
Or when Ruth says to Boaz…
“Spread your wings over your servant, for you are a redeemer.”
Again, the same word KANAPH is used.
The word for the wings of a bird or angel is KANAPH.
This word can also refer to the corners of a garment, which might flap in the wind, giving the appearance of a wing.
However, in the context here, KANAPH carries a deeper meaning.
See, in those days, the hem of one’s garment represented one’s status in society.
The poorest folks had no hem whatsoever.
Their hems were just the frayed bottom parts of their clothing.
The next class had clothes made of the same kind of cloth.
They simply folded the edges over and sewed them to make a hem.
This made clothes last longer and look nicer.
Richer folks had fancy hems with colored thread and even attached cute-looking little decorations to them.
Finally, royalty had the most fancy pants and pricey hems imaginable.
Since money meant power, the hem was far more than a decoration.
It was a sign of their position in society.
You know the colored belts that martial schools use to grade students?
That’s kind of the role hems played in ancient Middle Eastern society.
Except there was a religious flavor to them.
They were sometimes seen as holy and sacred.
So when David cut off a piece of Saul’s royal garment, he wasn’t just cutting off a piece of his clothing.
He was cutting off a piece of his identity.
So what’s the takeaway here?
The earthly way hems were used back then is the same way we use status symbols in our day.
In other words, just replace the hems with any other status symbols we love to flaunt in our society to demonstrate how much better we are than anyone else.
Our hems can be our cars, how big our houses are, how many kids we have, some sexy title at some prestigious company, or whatever BS thing we’ve attached our ego to…which is just a symbol of our insecurities in the first place if you think about it.
But here’s the thing…
Just as David cut off Saul’s hem – the thing that represented his earthly authority – he’s going to do the same thing to you if you are truly one of his.
Whatever you are relying on right now to bolster your self-esteem…
Whether it’s that money in your bank account, that cute girlfriend you’re dating, or your stable corporate job (which trust me, ain’t as stable as you think it is)…
God is going to cut that hem so you can understand that it is HIM and only HIM who sustains you.
He will force you to crucify your old self…
And it will be the most painful but necessary transformation you will ever endure.
Ya feel me here homie?
He did it to Abraham.
He did it to Joseph.
He did it to Yeshua.
He did it to me.
And He’ll do it to you.
Done.
CONNECTING THIS TEACHING TO THE NEW TESTAMENT
“Yeshua, looking at him, felt love for him and said to him, ‘You’re missing one thing. Go, sell whatever you own, give to the poor, and you will have riches in heaven. Then come, follow me!’ Shocked by this word, he went away sad; because he was a wealthy man. Yeshua looked around and said to his talmidim, ‘How hard it is going to be for people with wealth to enter the Kingdom of God!’ The talmidim were astounded at these words; but Yeshua said to them again, ‘My friends, how hard it is to enter the Kingdom of God! It’s easier for a camel to pass through a needle’s eye than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God.’ They were utterly amazed and said to him, ‘Then who can be saved?’ Yeshua looked at them and said, ‘Humanly, it is impossible, but not with God; with God, everything is possible.'” -Mark 10:21-27

Friend A and I have been friends for over 15 yrs with a LOT of bumps in the road. In our 20s, she flirted and dated a man that I had been talking to for over 6 months. He lives in Europe and is friends with a college friend of mine. Him and I connected through facebook and started talking. He invited me to his hometown and I took my friend…she ended up liking him and hooked up with him. Traveled with him and everything.
During this time. She turned friends against me and I was not invited to a lot of group outings because of this. Friends THAT I introduced her too. It was a really weird time.
Separately, I started dating a man for 4yrs. We break up and a friend of mine (not friend A or B) starts dating him. Super weird!
Fast forward we “moved on” from this. 8yrs ago I friended Friend B. Friend B and I connected and became super close fast. I introduced Friend B to our group of friends and she got along with everyone.
During the time I met Friend B, she was dating/in a situationship for 3-4yrs with a guy. Things ended really badly and she was devastated!!
About a year post breakup Friend B meets Friend A and start getting close. They have very similar taste in men.
Friend A meets this guy online and is raving about the guy and telling me about him. I asked her to show me a picture. When she does. He looks SO FAMILIAR. Friend A starts freaking out asking me if I dated him. I told her no he’s not my type.
I think about this all night. Then it dawns on me. It’s THE SAME GUY that Friend B dated/situationship. I call Friend B to confirm. It’s him.
I call Friend A and tell her. She’s shocked. Calls Friend B and they talk. Friend B tells her all the messed up things the guy did. Apparently Friend A is crying and starts calling a few of our friends crying. I personally think she did this to get ahead of the situation and so that people would feel bad for her. She called one of my best friends - Friend C, and Friend C is like hmmmm that’s weird and are you going to continue seeing him?
Friend A hasn’t spoken to the guy yet about the discovery, he’s been away.
Here’s is my dilemma this is NOT my problem however I am very triggered by it. I have a VERY hard boundary about friends dating exes that I loved or meant something to me. I’ve come to the conclusion that I do not wish to continue my friendship with Friend A. Friend A through the years has done really shady shit to me and I’ve continued being friends with her. Despite other friends asking me why am I friends with her? This to me is the icing on the cake.
Friend A has been texting me nonstop to hang out and I’ve been taking forever to respond.
Am I overreacting?

If I had the powers of god . Omnipotents,omnipresent,omnikinisis, I would create a world where everyone has superpowers like mutants from x men or quirks abilities from my hero academia .the world is too boring it needs to change the power structure and status quo.we as humans need to evolve.im sick of this robot lifestyle that humanity has adopted.almost everything to humans now money ,sex ,stuff and worthless powers of wealth ,what about real powers ,I'm talking super power, in which being in a poor background or situation doesn't determine your value as a human ,but true power level instead with true power you can can conquer other planets instead of being trapped in this shit ball of earth ,make a bigger difference , expand the solar system, conquer the oceans ,solve bigger life issues ,like aging and sickness and disease.instead we should strive for immortality and full conquest of the universe and multiverse.