We live in a townhouse in Leawood and we have a three years old boy that loves to play outside.
What are some good jhonson county neighborhoods for small kids to play outside? I really want him to have the opportunity to have friends that live close by.

I was simply just trying to create a setting for my Hunter the reckoning game set in far haboir Maine. (Used a random city/state generator) I just wanted to do a light reading so I could be familiar with the state and how things are. Coming from more medieval fantasy ttrpgs it was less work when I started until I started to devle into the history around Maine.
Tell me why I've got 30 tabs open and I've watched a total of 8 documentaries going back as far as 1807 and president Thomas Jefferson as well as his descendents are now involved. It went from oh this is a tourist town that's kinda quiet during the non peak season to an international altercation between the United States, kindred, the federalists, Republicans, European kindred, France, Britain, and the garou nation of glass.
All I wanted to do was watch a documentary about the embargo which ended the lumber mill and within 3:45 of the video Alan Taylor historian of uc Davis became ghoul lawyer with a minor in history who is now the defendant of an newly embraced prisoner who is being released on bail back into bar harbour Hancock county.
Not only that but the tourist element is directly caused by the local kindred wanting to placate visitors of other clans lest they be blood hunted.
Did I mention the lobster cult that secretly worships sea grangel off the coast who are believed to be ancient marine gods by some of the residents.
Oh and Thomas Jefferson was manipulated into signing an embargo which affected Connecticut 's. Aristocratic kindred who were paying dues to the Europeans and their kindred. The reason being the garou (werewolves) were pissed that so much of the earth was being sacrificed for sacrificed to build ships. Now there's a ceasefire but the embargo made by Jefferson only lasted until 1809 and now the bar harbour clans are on really thin fucking ice and now they've got this embraced guy guilty of murder who was never even suspsoed to be turned in the first place with their sire no where to be found.
7 hours of writing and all I did was documentaries. The connections in my Brain are fried. Either I'm seeing past the veil or this story telling method is more addicting than crack haha.. wish me luck..

Every area has at least something interesting in their distant history. Whether it’s a myth, an infamous establishment, or a local sports team, there is something that an area is known for on a micro or macro level.
My area, which I will only describe as near the border of Otsego County, New York, really only has one thing that it at least USED to be known for. From the early Seventies to just before the new millennium, there was an amusement park that was the rare source of many childrens’ entertainment before video games and the internet became really widespread. It wasn’t big by any means, I don’t even think it has a Wikipedia page. But for many, it was 85 acres of heaven.
I was born in ‘96, so I never actually got to go to the park, but speaking to the adults in my life, I always had a very romanticized view of it growing up. It contained two roller coasters, about 18 state fair-tier rides, an amphitheater, some decent dining choices, and the ride that made this park worth it. A water-dark ride called “Journey Through Legend”.
Journey Through Legend is a funny name for reasons I’ll make clear now. It opened in the late Eighties. You would hop into boats and be brought through four large rooms that represented four different “legends”. The first being ghosts, the second being Bigfoot, the third being zombies, and the final being mermaids/sirens. None of these legends had anything to do with our area, so I have no idea why they were selected, but everyone I have spoken with have talked very highly about this ride for varying reasons.
Now, since the park closed in ‘99 due to poor attendance, most of the park was dismantled and sold off to other parks, with the land being repurposed. However, for reasons beyond the mid-level government officials I was able to gain audience with could tell me, Journey Through Legend, and some of the surrounding land, still stands.
Surrounded by a twelve foot fence topped with barbed wire, this dark ride that meant so much to nearly everyone in my life has just sat there, untouched, for 25 years.
Recently, I’ve gotten into an urban exploration kick due to YouTube’s algorithm, and it inspired me to break the law to tour the only interesting abandoned structure for hundreds of miles. So, over the course of the last week, I obtained two fifteen foot ladders, a cheap rug, and some basic hiking gear. Then, at 7PM on Friday, I threw everything in my truck, and was off.
The site is about a 40 minute drive from my house, sitting in some newly-sprouted woods behind the industrial park that replaced the amusement park. About halfway there, I had my first antagonistic thought. Why on earth did the ride still exist? Everything else got completely dismantled, why would a single ride be left, and PROTECTED for that matter!? But I shrugged the nagging notion off, and continued on.
The dark overtook me as I started down the gravel access road that led to the fence. So you can imagine my surprise as I noticed dancing technicolor lights rise above the trees as I got closer to the site. My jaw literally dropped when I got to the outskirts of the fence. The ride’s front facade, which was a closed golden storybook, poked above the fence, and was LIT UP. I was so caught up in the moment that as I set up the first ladder, I didn’t think to take pictures!!
I walked up the ladder with the rug, placed the rug on the barbed wire, then went down and lugged the second ladder up, throwing it over. I then literally prayed to not get injured before I dropped from the top of the fence. After landing unharmed, I rose, and almost felt like I was having an out of body experience.
The entire ride was lit up. Every single bulb out front was working. The title of the “book” (and the ride) jumped out to me in rainbow lettering. I set up the second ladder before slowly approaching the ride. As I walked through the path toward the ride, which now had been mostly reclaimed by nature, I felt entranced. I wasn’t literally placed in a trance by the ride, I was simply overtaken by the unreality of what was standing before me.
I suppose this was why I wasn’t more shocked by the fact that the ride wasn’t just lit up, but was MOVING! WORKING! I could hear the water rushing! The gears turning! If I craned my neck enough, I would have seen the boats cycling through! After walking through the queue area, I imagined a smiling ticket taker welcoming me on the loading ramp, asking if I was ready to have fun.
It was when I reached the loading ramp where I first realized that this fantasy wasn’t “perfect”. The sound system was working, and while the backtrack of the ride had been described as “lightly ominous”, this horrid ‘whooshing’ noise was pouring out of the speakers. It sounded like listening to a tornado through the front screen door of a midwestern home.
Despite this, when a boat halted in front of me, I tossed my backpack in, and got in the front seat. Why was I doing this? Why was this ride fully operational? WHO was operating the fucking thing!? These were questions that meant nothing to me as the boat moved forward toward a rotting wooden door with the words “welcome” painted onto it. The “spell” was broken as I passed through the doors, and the ear splitting noise from the speakers were replaced by the pre-recorded sounds of the first room.
The “ghost” room was the least remarkable for reasons you’ll soon understand. It certainly was cool though. The surrounding set was of a normal all-American home that was besieged by a poltergeist. Lights flickered on and off, household items flew across the room, and disembodied children’s laughter filled the room before we reached the bend for the second half of the scene. After the bend, you were met with the ride’s first animatronic. I imagine it was once shocking to see at such a small park, but it was now less than remarkable. It was mostly damp and torn white cloth reaching up to an admittedly creepy pale face of a dead man howling at me. The “eerie” ambient music was replaced with a scream as the animatronic was hurled a bit too close to the boat by what I could only picture as a rusty mechanical arm.
Once the animatronic was slowly and awkwardly hauled back onto the side, the boat moved forward toward another door. This door was painted like the tree-line of some woods, with glowing animal eyes filling the gaps between the shrubbery and trees. However, both the boat and the background music halted just before I reached the door. My heart jumped when the sound of a soft-but-sad woman’s voice filled the building through the PA-system.
“Have you wondered yet why you’re here? Have you questioned the actions that led you here? If you haven’t yet, you really should. Not that it matters anymore, though.”
Then, as if it never happened, the music returned, this time a royalty-free “sounds of the woods” track, and the boat began moving again.
The next section had the stages on both sides filled with faux vegetation you’d find in any random American forest. Upon first entering the room, you’re greeted by the ride’s only “normal” animatronic, a stereotypical “hiker”. With labored, jerky movements, he turned his head to look at me. His face was shockingly well-sculpted. His sad bespectacled eyes paired well with his expression of complete dread. As if he knew the fate that would befall him within this scenario.
It wasn’t until I moved past the hiker that I really noticed the SMELL. Stagnant water EVERYWHERE. It invaded my nose, tickled my throat, and filled my lungs. I did my best to keep myself from vomiting by focusing on the scene around me. The fake plants were falling apart, and the branches of the trees hung lower than they should. Then, the music was replaced by a sharp howl as we reached an animatronic of a “wolf” on my left side. I put that in quotes because the animatronic was in ROUGH shape. The fake fur had fallen off in multiple places, the jaw had likely broken, because it hung open with reckless abandon, and its yellowing eyes seemed to bug out of its head. The ride stopped beside the wolf, and its unending stare was getting to me, so I looked to the other side, and I noticed something.
At the very back of this stage, I could see something pacing back and forth. It was hunched over, covered in intact hair, and was just aimlessly pacing. I knew that it couldn’t be an animatronic, because it was moving far too fluidly, something that couldn’t have been done with this ride’s budget. I didn’t get a good look because like I said, it was at the very back, concealed by the rotting trees. Plus, the ride started moving again just before my eyes could see any distinguished features.
Eventually, we got to the Bigfoot animatronic, which was pretty shoddily done. It was only at all unnerving because like the wolf, its damp fur was hanging off it like the skin of a burn victim.
Again, the ride moved toward a third door. This door was painted with the faces of green brain-hungry zombies. But before the boat’s bow reached the doors to force them open, the ride was once again halted, and the same haunting female voice filled the building.
“To be forgotten is a terrible thing. But to be ostracized is even worse. Caged like an animal, fed scraps from the population, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I want to die. Why are you here? Why won’t you just let me die?”
This was all said with a sadness that one can only know if they’ve hit rock bottom. These words threatened to split my soul in half as the boat pushed forward.
The PA system was now spitting out the sounds of anguished screams mixed with the grunting of B-movie actors playing the living dead. However, the next room was the most visually impressive.
The scene was truly apocalyptic, both sides were filled with the death of an idyllic suburb. The sameface houses were filled with controlled flames. On the front lawns, behind picket fences, mangled human animatronics were being set upon by grotesque zombies. I didn’t say “zombie animatronics” because honestly, they didn’t very much look like animatronics at all. If they were, they belonged on a Disney World ride, because their movements appeared slightly too fluid, similar to the hulking furry figure from the prior scene. They groaned in delight as they tore apart the helpless robots that sat before them. The only thing that marked them as animatronics was the fact that like the others, they were rotting. But this time, I couldn’t tell if it was the doing of the humid atrocity that was the stagnant water beneath the boat or if this was done purposefully.
Then, halfway through the scene, everything stopped. Literally everything. The boat, the animatronics, the music, and unfortunately, even the lights. The moment I was plunged into darkness, I felt a fear that had never been matched before (and would never be matched again if the next scene hadn’t happened). By the one minute mark, I didn’t know what to do. I was about to grab my phone from my pocket, to force myself back into reality by calling the authorities, when I heard something. Movement. Not mechanical movement, no, movement that only flesh and blood creatures could make. They were moving with a human’s gait. Then, the woman again made her presence known through the building’s speakers. Her sadness now evaporated and replaced with a seething anger.
“I hate you. I hate you all. You created me, you sustain me, and have left me to rot. You were unfairly chosen for this, but I have nothing but hard feelings. The only regret I have is that I cannot force this fate on every man, woman, and child that walk this earth.”
Then, everything sprang to life again, and I truly wish it hadn’t. With the lights on, I saw that every zombie was now standing at the edge of both stages. They were all lined up, glaring down at me. The stench of stagnant water was now replaced with the stench of human decomposition. I felt like at any moment, they were going to jump down and tear me limb from limb. Then, in perfect unison, they all opened their jaws that strongly resembled the one that the wolf animatronic had, and emitted an angry, pained screech. I answered back with a scream of complete terror. Then, once again, darkness.
This darkness lasted only a few seconds. Then, once the ride roared back to life, everything was as it was when I first entered the room. The zombies were back in their original positions.
My sobs overpowered the undead groaning as the boat moved toward the doors adorning an absolute ripoff of Disney’s Ariel. To my complete delight though, the boat moved through the doors without issue.
The final scene had to be the most expensive. Ethereal fantasy sounds backtracked pretty impressive visuals. Instead of stages, large pools sat beside me. On the left, the only above-water feature was an animatronic mermaid sunbathing on a large rock. On the right, a pirate ship with some animatronic pirates waving down to a mermaid that sat barely above water, waving back.
Despite this scene having the MOST water, the smell of gross stagnant water was completely absent. Instead, it felt like I now sat in the middle of a genuine sea with all the correct smells. For the first ten or so seconds, I had this unfounded feeling of calmness, like I was about to get out of this nightmare unscathed. But then, about halfway through, everything went wrong.
My boat halted, and I was once again forced to listen to who I now assumed was the operator of the ride, or perhaps was the voice of the ride itself.
“Goodbye, dear sacrifice. You only have the others to blame. It’s easier to just accept this ending. All myths, all stories, all legends have one, and this is yours.”
Then, both mermaid animatronics submerged themselves. The one to my right lowered her hand and slowly crept beneath the water. While the one on the rock simply pushed herself downward and slid underneath the surface. While they of course moved unlike any normal animatronic, they were nowhere near as fluid as the zombies, they very much moved robotically.
My stomach dropped as I pulled my phone out with the intention of calling 911. Zero service. As if I had been teleported to the middle of the ocean.
I knew I was being hunted, I just couldn’t fucking see where they had gone. Then, to my left, I saw a figure slowly rising to the surface, so I picked up my backpack and moved to the right of the boat.
Big mistake.
A hand clamped around my right wrist. The feeling of which I can barely describe to you. Silicone, the skin of a recently deceased human, whatever scurries in the depths of the underworld, that was what was gripping my wrist.
I swung my head around and saw a rotting animatronic arm holding me. The faux-skin was patchy, but I didn’t see a robot’s exoskeleton beneath it, I saw what I can only describe as a nebulous darkness beneath the silicone outer shell.
I stood and yanked my arm free from its grip far too hard, because a moment later, my world was turned upside down as I tumbled out of the boat.
I didn’t want to open my eyes, I wanted everything to just be over, I didn’t want to have to face what I was going to have to, but if I wanted to survive, if I wanted to go back home, I had to open them.
Both mermaids now floated in front of me in the murky water. Their imitation faces were wrenched into sadistic grins. I then looked up and saw the boat’s track only a few feet above me. I also stupidly looked down and saw the unending sea below me. I tried spasming upward, but the mermaids were too quick. Though like I said, they moved robotically, their movements were enough to out-swim me.
My hands were nearly at the metal tracks when I felt my ankles yanked downwards. I looked down and nearly vomited when I saw that the faces of the mermaids had been replaced with those of bloated corpses. Hungry bloated corpses.
I’m not a great swimmer, but I’m a human, and we have a will to live that cannot be matched by any supernatural force. I began thrashing. Moving as if I was stuck between two enclosing walls and I needed to push them away to avoid being squished. Though I felt one of my ankles slice open against one of their grips, I broke free.
With darkness inching at the edge of my vision, I reached the track, and yanked myself up and over it.
I don’t know how I didn’t fall through the tracks because my ass didn’t look down once as I sprinted across it. The woman’s voice filled the building, she was frustrated, screaming at me to stop.
The mermaids were still grabbing at me, but I was moving forward. I’m a human, and I was moving forward.
I pushed myself through the wooden doors with a faded “Thanks For Coming!” painted on them.
The next five or so minutes were a blur. I only really regained what you could call full “consciousness” as I placed my keys into my truck’s ignition.
I burned my sopping wet stinking clothes last night. I left everything there, so maybe I’ll get a visit from the cops soon, but I don’t think I will.
It’s strange. I have no use for legends anymore, yet here I am writing one. But that doesn’t matter, because I survived. I’m a human, I survived, and I will never ride a dark ride again in my life.

I have A LOT of insight to this kind of situation. We already know she was initially part of the tweeker crew, but clearly she worked hard on herself and had time under her belt. I don’t think we ever see her use or even talk much about missing it as much as cooking meth. She struck me as the booze and meth type, not the garbagehead type like Leanne and Angie.
You can sort of see her relapse coming when she left Coates. I say this because my decade long struggle with addiction, in and out of recovery, made me extremely familiar with the NA IP on Relapse; anyone with any experience in the rooms already knows this, “the relapse happens long before you pick up the drug”.
Doggett’s decision to go back into prison was a responsible decision, and going for her GED was obviously the right idea, but this is the way it is with addicts, when things are going really well, sometimes it scares us, we worry about how far that fall will be and how bad it’ll hurt…..and what happens with the test was the catalyst, she started catastrophizing, and went back to what she knew. She went back to what she felt was where she belonged and who she was.
I also don’t think she knew what the hell it was they were snorting. She probably thought it was meth or she didn’t care.
I must say though, I’m surprised they weren’t able to revive her, but this may have been before Narcan was widely and readily available, as a nasal spray, and not just carried by EMS but placed in facilities like AEDs and Fire Extinguishers. My rehab and halfway had narcan kits in nearly every room, in the hallways by the bathrooms on each floor, my clinic gives everyone their own box to have too—and I’m talking at least as far back as 2019, likely before then.
Of course, if she was baby fresh, never even did the stuff before, even if she wasn’t, my best friend died, she wanted to die too….its a sensitive thing to talk about.
But another person who wasn’t really my friend, but I knew him well, he was a nasty older town drunk, and a garbagehead, but he was used to pills or very tiny amount of fentanyl mixed with niacin. When someone gave him the real deal, he was found dead in the yard where I last saw him, —alive tho, high but alive. I wasn’t the person who gave it to him but I warned him not to do the whole thing ……
My own man, OD’d the same day he got out of jail—he was gone a month and change, the only privately ran county jail in NJ, that I believe gets federal inmates too now, usually on their way in or out of actual prison.
He had methadone in his system, and used on top of it. He never ever ODd before, he knew better, which told me he did it on purpose….its like a half hearted suicide attempt when people do that. It’s like, you don’t necessarily WANT to die, you just want to be high and not deal with whatever motivated you to use….but if you happen to not wake up, ……—-that’s usually as far as the thought goes.
That’s the best way I can describe it. Now, after I called 911 and saved him, I told him to be careful now, he told me he was sorry, and admitted he did it on purpose. But I knew more about the mixing long acting and short acting opioid risk than he. And you are most at risk to OD after being narcanned…… he literally did it again 24 hours later. After he just survived. That was an accident. He wasn’t trying to die that time.
Frankly, this is why I decided to be on methadone maintenance because I know how I am, and the risk is too great. I’d rather have a tolerance so a moment of extreme emotion and irrational thought…..doesn’t become a tragedy.
Because I think more often than not, when people decide to use not caring if they die or not, it’s fleeting. They aren’t thinking straight, it’s that fleeting depression kind of wanting to die…..or it’s carelessness.

Something for a personal little project based on Dynasty Warriors 2-to-5's location subtitles during certain stage intros.
As such for anyone who's a geography expert, feel free to add to or correct me on some of these location subtitles for Si Province AKA Sili (will add more provinces in the future), since I really wanna know if these are correct or not.

司州 AKA 司隸州 (Sizhou AKA Silizhou/Shishuu AKA Shireishuu)
Si Province AKA Sili Province (Admin Province AKA Admin Servant Province)

司州, 河南尹 (Sizhou, He'nan'yin/Shishuu, Ka'nan'in)
Si Province, He'nan Directory (Admin Province, River South Directory)

司州河南尹, 大谷關 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Daguguan/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, Daikokukan)
Si Province He'nan Directory, Dagu Gate (Admin Province River South Directory, Big Valley Gate)

司州河南尹, 陽人城 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Yang'rencheng/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, /Youjinjou)
Si Province He'nan Directory, Yang'ren Castle (Admin Province River South Directory, Yang Man Castle)

司州河南尹, 汜水關 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Sishuiguan/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, Shisuikan)
Si Province He'nan Directory, Sishui Gate (Admin Province River South Directory, Stream Water Gate)

司州河南尹, 虎牢關 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Hulaoguan/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, Koroukan)
Si Province He'nan Directory, Hulao Gate (Admin Province River South Directory, Tiger Gaol Gate)

司州河南尹, 洛陽 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Luoyang/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, Rakuyoh)
Si Province He'nan Directory, Luoyang (Admin Province River South Directory, Luoyang)

司州中牟縣, 官渡 (Sizhou Zhongmuxian, Guandu/Shishuu Chuumuken, Kanto)
Si Province Zhongmu Prefecture, Guandu (Admin Province Middle Moo Prefecture, Guandu)

司州弘農郡, 潼關 (Sizhou Hongnongjun, Tongguan/Shishuu Kou'nou'gun, Doukan)
Si Province Hongnong County, Tong Gate (Admin Province Vast Farming County, High Gate)

司州京兆郡, 長安 (Sizhou Jingzhaojun, Chang'an/Shishuu Kyouchougun, Chou'an)
Si Province Jingzhao County, Chang'an (Admin Province Capital Trillion County, Long Peace)

I woke up the other morning pretty pissed. A letter about code enforcement from the county bitching about my yard. The land has grown steep in parts, and i my attempt to mitigate damage done by previous owners, I ended up with a mound of debris that likes to grow weeds as well. I called them. Take down the weeds, they say, they will work on me with the debris.
I cannot seem to keep a string trimmer. I am less affluent than my neighbors and can only seem to afford weaker electric ones, and their batteries or really any part of them dies within the year. So, I decided to look into unconventional methods, and found how I might to take up scything.
I did a lot of research, and romanticized the idea of restoring a 100 year old American scythe like the men doing so on youtube. I immediately, late at night, searched up anybody selling some locally on FB marketplace. A man was selling two, for very cheap, very nearby. I messaged him and worked out the purchase. I fell asleep thinking of restoring the old instrument. I felt calm.
In my dream, I was bowing before three figures. One, a female, who was peeling a fruit that looked like a honeycomb full with red droplets of blood. One, a naked male with what looked like a viking helmet and a long, golden horn in one hand. The last figure I could not make out, just a scuffy, charcoal-like image on the edge of a shadow. I wept when I saw the second figure, begging him to interject on my behalf. I seemed to have entered the dream mid-conversation.
The two other figures looked to him, the woman looking on me with an almost doting expression of pity. The shadowy figure seemed to be whispering to them both in a language I did not know. Both the helmeted man and the woman nodded to it. The woman looked on me with a charitable sort of smile.
"You will have to give some token of your appreciation later." she says. Then there is a conversation I still do not remember. And I wake up. I forget the dream.
I am 34. I have several children. My two older kids want to go get the scythes with me. We hop in the car, and I drive around, getting tools to use in the restoration.
The man lives in a remote part of the next county over. It takes a while to find his house. He is waiting in his driveway. When I pull up, I immediately start feeling dread. I can't figure out why. He seems like a nice guy. Yet I feel something is off. I do some meditative breathing and calm down. I get out.
He tells me where he got them, and we talk a little. As soon as I pick up and hold one, I feel a brief moment of shock. Like in my legs and arms. I insist on ignoring the stupid feelings. I dismiss it as me being reclusive and not feeling social today. After putting the scythes in the hatch of the van, I come around to the driver side and stop dead.
The man is standing there with a piece of paper in his hand. It's a "million dollar question" he says. It's some kind of religious pamphlet on a fake million dollar bill. The man talks for a moment about death, about how we aren't going to be here forever, about how Jesus Christ is the only thing that will keep our souls from going to hell.
The whole thing redoubles the dread I feel. I am very polite and talk my way back into my car, feeling the dread mount more and more as I drive.
We stop at a light after an onramp. I am coming off an interstate turning left onto an intersecting highway. I try to breathe, feel very sick. While the light is red I for some reason decide to turn on some music, maybe it will calm me down. I get the urge to fiddle with spotify on my radio screen. I hear a loud beep. The light is green. I hesitate only a split second and then I start going.
Suddenly, a vehicle goes screaming in front of me. A red and white pickup truck. Has to be going 55 if not 65. It's a blur basically, even if I do make some of it out. I screech to a halt and then once the truck clears, complete my turn and immediately pull into the nearest parking lot, which turns out to be a bank.
My kids didn't even notice. Nobody seems to have appreciated but me how close we were to serious trouble.
As background. "Skeeters" in pickup trucks are a real pain here. They drive like dickheads, they are stereotypical as hell, and often I find that they instigate road trouble a lot. I don't know what it is about this area, but the "muh trukk" people seem to be way more prevalent than anywhere else.
Of course my reaction is rage. I wish I could have found this idiot who ran a red light and almost killed me and my kids. We were feet from a rather brutal collision.
I am exhausted by the time I get home. I disassemble the scythes and put the metal parts in a rust solution. I think about taking a nap and that is when the dream comes back to me. I remember the figures. And in my waking mind, I have theories on who they are. I do read a lot of old greek poetry and philosophy, so it could just be a coincidence.
However. If three greek gods were indeed discussing my fate in a dream, and one decided to intervene on my behalf, thanks a lot. I will find some "token of appreciation" to give.

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Note: I would be happy to send the documents of both the petition story and the allegations if anyone wants to DM.
Situation: Order of Protection (This was filed in brooklyn FAMILY court in Kings County - it's clearly stated that nothing criminal or civil is being filed).
I was in a causal relationship with a girl for about 10 months. There was a lot of emotions and drama between us and often we didn't get along well but nothing more serious than that happened. I always felt sad and mistreated and she would often feel the same and this would lead to us getting mad at and sending angry texts to each other.
Anyway, at one point she and I were going through a rough week and then we decided I should go to her place and, although there were some tense moments, we seemed to get along fine and the next morning she said she was looking forward to hanging out again. The next day I found out she blocked and ghosted me on all platforms.
She has a friend who frequently throws public DJ events at bars. The day after being ghosted I was drinking at my watering hole I've been going to for years as a regular, this was after I went to a concert. I was still confused and hurt. I saw on instagram that her friend was literally throwing a public event next door. I went next door and saw her friend but not her. I asked her friend if she was there and her friend laughed in my face before telling me she wasn't there. I didn't cause a scene I just left and assumed that was the end of us.
After a few weeks I'm shocked to receive a petition for a restraining order that is filled with at least 19 allegations that are all completely false and even absurd but also quite serious. Everything from multiple forms of abuse to grand larceny in the 3rd/4th degree, identity theft, criminal mischief, strangulation and more. The story she has wrote was also filled with completely false things or things that are deeply distorted in the retelling (Saying i regularly verbally abused her etc). Only some of the many many allegations are even addressed at all in the petition and she was required to give specific dates (I have text evidence to prove these specific dates and times couldn't happen happen the way she described.). An example is how there was a point where she told me I could come to her birthday party (A large public event) and then once I got there she decided to ignore all my communication and not let me in. The bouncer said the place was at capacity (true) but she said in her petition that the bouncer said I was too intoxicated and I became belligerent (not true). Another example is how there was a seperate time when she posted on her IG story that she was at a certain bar when promoting a certain DJ. At that time we were in a rocky point but I thought she would still want to see me and patch things up so, I went to where she was to talk. She didn't appreciate that so after about 20 minutes of civilized talking, we parted ways. She is trying to characterize that incident as an example of my constant stalking (no proof that this is my behavior).
I found that that what she most likely did was go to the court in person and get some type of social worker to draft up the petition for her. In these instances they often encourage you to write everything you can possibly think of, big or small, just to see what may stick. I'm understand now that these judges are probably more likely to grant an order than deny one because there isn't much consequence for them.
Questions:
1) Needless to say I'm really hurt that so many serious lies are even being said about me and would like to lawyer up and fight this. At first I assumed that it would be clear how absurd and emotional this person is being and that I pose no threat (I have no intention of ever communication with this person again). However, I'm realizing that doing this battle may be many thousands of dollars and this may even take a year to conclude with how many cases are in BK. Is it worth it? I need to know that this is most likely going to go in my favor if I fight.
2) Some attorneys are saying for significantly less that they can create a situation where accept an order of protection but admit guilt to none of the allegations. If this is the route I take, is it possible for anyone to see the lies that she wrote in any way down the road? I don't even want some of these ideas to ever be tied to my name. I'm not capable of these things.
3) If I do accept an order of protection I know I can't communicate with her or go to her home or work obviously but how worried do I have to be about innocently and accidentally running into her on a street or at a venue? If she feels vindictive how easily can she weaponize a moment like this against me?
4) Any other advice is deeply appreciated as well as any more info about how this process will/may go.
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Thank you so much to anyone (qualified) who responds. I need to make a decision before the initial hearing which is coming in weeks.
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My husband (44m) and I (37f) have recently lost all of our comforts and security. And after 6 months, I’m still having waves of anger. Not towards anyone just at the disappointment I feel. We have worked very hard since we got married, 20 years this November. We finally got to a point where money was flowing and we were enjoying our best lives. Then hits December and we lost it all. My husband made a clerical error at work and they let him go on the spot. His 6 figure income, GONE, the house we lived in- we were in plans to buy from his employer, GONE! His retirement from his entire career, GONE! Because of some loophole in his contract, we had to pay taxes on his retirement. So on top of losing it all, we also have a $50k loan to pay our taxes. His employer blacklisted him in the county we lived in. So we moved halfway across the country. He is making less than half what he was before, I’ve started working full time again. We’re barely scraping by and quite frankly should file bankruptcy but I’m trying not to. And at end of the day- I’m just defeated. I’m tired, I don’t know that I can ever get back to where we were. My daughter dreams of going to college, I don’t know that I can help with that. I’m literally using credit to buy groceries. And every single day, I feel like crap. Like we’re letting our kids down. It’s so hard not to look at others and feel like this is unfair. We’ve worked just as hard and now we have nothing to show for it. We have 2 children and so we put on our best happy faces for them but inside I’m dying. I know they see it and I’m failing them. I don’t want a lecture about how ungrateful I am- I’m just hoping someone can remind me that I can be happy again. All my dreams are gone. I need some light at the end of my tunnel. I’m drowning and some days don’t see the point in continuing on, my kids keep me up but it just seems so unfair to them too.

So I’m (41m) just wondering if I could get advice on removing mine and my family’s records from the church. Right now we live in the heart of Mordor in Utah county. We haven’t been to church for over a year and for the most part neighbors and ward members have been respectful and left us alone and most of them I think know that we are out out. So part of me thinks keeping our names on the records maybe will just keep things as they are, which is pretty tolerable honestly.
But another part of me wants to remove our records, including my kids, so that if/when they find spouses that want to push for a temple marriage and church activity, they will have more hoops to have to jump through to get there. I have taught my kids most of the truth about the church and have talked to them about temple marriage and how I don’t approve of it at all. And they say they’ll never marry in the temple or go back to church. But you know, the right guy sweeping them off their feet could easily make them question what they know. And pretty soon I could be finding myself in a shitty situation where I didn’t do enough to keep my kids out of this piece of shit “church”.
Moving out of state isn’t really an option for me as my work is pretty well established here. Even though I would absolutely love to get out and get the kids away from the cultural influences of Utah.
Anybody have any recommendations or personal experiences? If my wife and I remove our records does that automatically remove my kids records? And if they did want to get back into church later in life would they have to take the discussions and get re-baptized (I’m hoping so, so it would be that much more difficult for them to re-enter Mormonism). Any advice is appreciated. Thanks

Wondering where the best places are in Marin County to get mussels - ideally in the butter wine garlic parsley sauce of the French style that sometimes comes with pomme frites.
The Girl and the Fig is my go-to in Sonoma County if that's helpful on the read of what I am seeking out...
Used to have a brewery place in Hood River, Oregon that made amazing mussels that I always got as a treat after a big hike but don't really feel like driving for a day-and-a-half because I'll probably be hungry sooner than later. Plus they closed down so it would kind of be a big waste of gasoline.
Merci!

About 2 weeks ago I wrecked my pickup on a county road. The weather conditions were horrible, it was storming and pitch black outside-i hit a pothole and hydroplaned. There were two other passengers in my truck (both underage) and one was injured, however we are all okay and getting through it. Im going to live with this mistake for the rest of my life and I’m just wondering, what should I expect? Is there any possible chance I could get an interlock device? Or is it most likely just going to be license suspension? I was only cited with a DUI- not an MIP or reckless driving. My BAC was .12. I do have an attorney, but not a set court date. My attorney said the possibility of me seeing jail time is low-but I’m curious, has anyone ever been in a similar situation? I live in Oregon.

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After extensive research into the Mises Caucus takeover of the Libertarian Party, and the state of the party in general, it seems to me that the liberty movement is dead. Many state affiliates have been essentially annihilated due to Mises takeovers. In my home state of Delaware, I spoke with a gentleman who was formerly the chair of the Sussex County Libertarian Party here and he said the the entire county affiliate was essentially dissolved by the state party after they refused to go along with the Mises leadership's nonsense.
I hear of things being just as bad or worse in other states with Mises leadership in certain states even making news for spewing some bigotry or hate or extremism on social media.
So this is the state of the movement for liberty? Making a mockery of all libertarians and tarnishing our public image? With many libertarians who are more pragmatic and sensical leaving the party, it seems that the movement is simply dead with many former members forming very small circles such as here in Delaware.
Has it really gone from Gary Johnson getting 4.5 million votes to just being a joke? It's upsetting that liberty is so doomed in the United States.

Moving to the county after living in the city for 14 years due to the ever expanding family. Is anyone else shopping west county real estate? It seems like there is just NOTHING right now. Hoping it picks up now that most schools are closed, but we’re having a hard time. Just curious if anyone knows when things typically heat up out there with more inventory.
Thanks!

CLAYTON COUNTY, Ga. - An Alabama middle school assistant principal sat before a judge in handcuffs on Thursday for a hearing connected to a decade-old triple murder in Clayton County.
Keante Harris, 45, was arrested and charged with three counts of malice murder last week.
On Jan. 13, 2013, three people were found in a silver 2010 Dodge Charger abandoned along Interstate 85 at an exit ramp in Union City.
The Fulton County Medical Examiner’s Office says 33-year-old Quinones King and 43-year-old Rodney Cottrell were found dead from asphyxiation in the back seat, and 32-year-old Cheryl Colquitt-Thompson was found dead in the trunk from strangulation.
Investigators determined the three victims were lured to a home on Magnolia Drive in Jonesboro where they were held at gunpoint. The trio was tortured and killed, investigators say. They were later put into the vehicle and taken to Fulton County, where the vehicle was dumped.
The case remained a mystery for more than a decade until Clayton County police issued warrants for the arrest of Keante Harris and three others, identified as Kenneth Thompson, Kevin Harris and Darrell Harris. It is unclear whether the three Harrises are related.
WBMA-TV reported that Keonte Harris is an assistant principal at McAdory Middle School in Jefferson County, Alabama. The school district said he was placed on administrative leave following his arrest.
"At this time we still are gathering facts about the specifics of this situation," a spokesperson for the school district said. "However, early indications are that the charges are not related to this individual’s employment with Jefferson County Schools."
Keonte Harris is expected to be extradited to Georgia between Friday and May 28.
As of Friday morning, he remains listed as an inmate at the Jefferson County Jail.
Kenneth Thompson, Keante Harris, Kevin Harris and Darrell Harris (Clayton County Sheriff's Office)
FOX 5's Deidra Dukes spoke to King's mother by phone. Thompson was her granddaughter. Colquitt said she never gave up hope the killers would be brought to justice.
"It was hard. Can you imagine me sitting up half of the night, crying. I couldn't understand how someone could take my children, my granddaughter, my son’s life," Colquitt said.
Colquitt said she is grateful to Clayton County police investigators for their tireless efforts.
"I just want to thank the lord, and thank them, for working hard after hours, over the hours to make this happen for our family."

Part of a fanfic project I've been doing where I basically re-enact subtitles for battleground locations for the DW games from 2-to-5XL, as the Orochi games stopped adding extra prefixes and suffixes to the location names (likely for good reason given the combined world's setting).
These said subtitles are seen in the stage intros, and I mainly try my best to take from the original Japanese versions to translate them into English without using their localized versions.
For any geology experts and/or those who have access to the original Japanese text versions of the classic PS2 era Musou games, please feel free to debunk and/or add to the info of these location subtitles.
This time, I'll be tackling Si Province, AKA Sili. There's gonna be A LOT to cover here unlike Ji Province.

>司州 AKA 司隸州 (Sizhou AKA Silizhou/Shishuu AKA Shireishuu)

>Si Province AKA Sili Province (Admin Province AKA Admin Servant Province)

• Very oddly enough, I mainly learned of the name Sili through the Three Kingdoms Monopoly-styled game, Rich Under Heaven 4, AKA Millionaire of Three Kingdoms 4.
• Another odd thing is in DW4, isn't not a selectable province as its own category of stages, yet Luoyang is instead the category. A number of Si Province stages are within the Luoyang category though.

>司州, 河南尹 (Sizhou, He'nan'yin/Shishuu, Ka'nan'in)

>Si Province, He'nan Directory (Admin Province, River South Directory)

• This is actually the location for the "Yellow Turban Fortress" AKA "Yellow Turban Fortress Offense & Defense Battle" (黄巾砦攻防戦, Koukinsai Koubousen), despite it using the Guandu map (then again, Guandu is also in Si Province, but within a different prefecture).
  • By that proxy with the Yellow Turban Menace stage taking place in Xu Province, it's assumed that via a trifecta of provinces, both Si and Xu were respectively being tackled as the southwestern and southeastern fronts before pushing onwards to the central north at Ji Province.
• Localized as "Si Province, He Nan Yin" in the English versions of DW4.

>司州河南尹, 大谷關 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Daguguan/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, Daikokukan)

>Si Province He'nan Directory, Dagu Gate (Admin Province River South Directory, Big Valley Gate)

• Original location, and the actual historical area southward of Luoyang there Sun Jian engaged Dong Zhuo's forces and defeated them with ease (NOT in the novel).
• By that proxy, the location of Yang'ren Castle (陽人城; Yang'rencheng/Youjinjou) should also be there; I'd like to imagine the castle being anywhere other than south/below of Dagu/Big Valley Gate should it ever be included in a Musou game as a non-DW9 stage.
• Here indeed I use the Traditional Chinese character 關 for "gate/pass" instead of the Japanese one 関 (which is NOT the same as the simplified Chinese version for the character 关).

>司州河南尹, 汜水關 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Sishuiguan/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, Shisuikan)

>Si Province He'nan Directory, Sishui Gate (Admin Province River South Directory, Stream Water Gate)

>司州河南尹, 虎牢關 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Hulaoguan/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, Koroukan)

>Si Province He'nan Directory, Hulao Gate (Admin Province River South Directory, Tiger Gaol Gate)

• Same deals for both of these locations. Initially I assumed He'nan to be a ministry 省 instead of a directory 尹.
• So the fun fact is, Hulao/Tiger Gaol Gate was localized and/or formatted differently across the games in these specific cases:
  • DW2/Shin Sangoku Musou 1: "司州, 虎牢関" in OG Japanese, and "Si Territory, Hu Lao Gate" as localized.
  • DW3/Shin Sangoku Musou 2: "司州, 虎牢関" in OG Japanese just like before and same with "Si Territory, Hu Lao Gate" in the localized release, but only in the Xtreme Legends AKA Moushouden release does it change the subtitle to "Si Province, Hu Lao Gate" onwards.
    • Sishui Gate is indeed mis-localized as the Fanshui Gate, and it's still called Sishui Gate (Shisuikan) in the OG Japanese script.
  • DW4/Shin Sangoku Musou 3-onwards: "Hu Lao Gate, Si Province" localized, but the OG Japanese versions have the full subtitle of "司州河南尹, 虎牢関".
  • For Sishui Gate in particular before Warriors Orochi and DW6, it was localized as "Si Shui Gate, Si Province", with the OG Japanese being "司州河南尹, 汜水関".

>司州河南尹, 洛陽 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Luoyang/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, Rakuyoh)

>Si Province He'nan Directory, Luoyang (Admin Province River South Directory, Luoyang)

• Subtitle is absent in DW5 since Luoyang wasn't even its own stage. In DW4, localized as "Luo Yang, Si Province" for the stage, The Imperial Seal AKA Imperial Seal Scrambling Battle (玉璽争奪戦, Gyokuji Soudatsusen). Also of course, present in Dong Zhuo's Legend Mode, "The Ten Eunuchs" AKA "Ten Eunuchs Subduing Battle" (十常侍討伐戦, Juujouji Toubatsusen) and in the "Ten Eunuchs Rebellion/Riot" in DW5XL.
  • In this case however, it's been formatted merely as 司州, 洛陽 (Si Province, Luoyang), as perhaps Luoyang may or may not be within the same directory as both Hulao and Sishui Gates. I'm gonna need an expert opinion to know if Luoyang itself was in He'nan or not.

>司州, 洛陽城内 (Sizhou He'nan'yin, Luoyangcheng Nei/Shishuu Ka'nan'in, Rakuyohjou Nai)

>Si Province, Luoyang Castle Interior (Admin Province, Luoyang Castle Interior)

• The interior of Luoyang used for Diaochan's Legend Mode "Assassinate Dong Zhuo" AKA "Dong Zhuo Assassination Battle" (董卓暗殺戦, Toutaku Ansatsusen) and the Lü Bu's Revolt/Riot stage using the Nan'yang stage. Localized as "Luo Yang Castle, Si Province" in both cases.

>司州中牟縣, 官渡 (Sizhou Zhongmuxian, Guandu/Shishuu Chuumuken, Kanto)

>Si Province Zhongmu Prefecture, Guandu (Admin Province Middle Moo Prefecture, Guandu)

• Pretty much the reason why the Yellow Turban Fortress stage reuses this very map due to being within the same province, though of course, different directory/county/prefecture.
• Note that the 牟 character can be said in pinyin as either "Mou" or "Mu", and same with the on'yomi being either "Bou" or "Mu". Games themselves prefer the former.
  • Using different characters, Zhongmou/Chuubou (仲謀) is Sun Quan's style name.
• Often formatted like so across the games:
  • DW2/Shin Sangoku Musou 1 and in DW3/Shin Sangoku Musou 2: "中牟県, 官渡" in OG Japanese, localized as "Zhong Mou Province, Guan Du". Changed to "Zhong Mou District, Guan Du" in 3XL's localization.
  • DW4/Shin Sangoku Musou 3: Oddly formatted as "Guan Du, Si Province" localized or "司州, 官渡" in the OG Japanese versions. No idea why the prefecture in the subtitle was taken out. Also shown that way for the "Campaign against Cao Cao" AKA "Cao Cao Subduing Battle" (曹操討伐戦, Sou Sou Soudatsusen).
  • And of course I can't confirm at all in the 5th installment solely cause there's always those special intro cutscenes between Cao Cao, Yuan Shao, Zhang He, Xiahou Dun, Guan Yu and Cao Pi that plays.

>司州弘農郡, 潼關 (Sizhou Hongnongjun, Tongguan/Shishuu Kou'nou'gun, Doukan)

>Si Province Hongnong County, Tong Gate (Admin Province Vast Farming County, High Gate)

• I thought this was inaccurate until I saw a map by someone of DW9's take on China, and indeed, the DW4 Luoyang map set was indeed accurate; a bit of ways off from Luoyang's westward route, Tong Gate indeed bridges the route between it and Chang'an.
• The special intro cutscenes make it impossible to confirm the subtitle in DW3, but alas, in both the 4th and 5th installments, the full subtitle of "司州弘農郡, 潼関" is used. Localized as "Tong Gate, Si Province".

>司州京兆郡, 長安 (Sizhou Jingzhaojun, Chang'an/Shishuu Kyouchougun, Chou'an)

>Si Province Jingzhao County, Chang'an (Admin Province Capital Trillion County, Long Peace)

• Original location given Chang'an never appeared in a DW game before DW6. Thus I need to know if the county is the right one for it or not.

That'd be all until further updates.

I live in Bend right now and the best I have seen is a Lamborghini one time and McLaren! I heard of some dude driving a Bentley here but haven’t seen it!! I am moving to Meridan but will be all over Ada and Canyon county!! What are some of the common luxury cars? And what are some of the few rare one you seen that you didn’t expect to be in Idaho?? What areas of Ada and Canyon county will I see more luxury cars!! You can even say other parts of Idaho like the panhandle and The southeast Mormon area!!

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💰$1000 for 1 single month (perfect for a short-term “still getting to know Chicago” commitment)
💰$900/month for 3/6/9 month lease.
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