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2020.10.15 00:10 strwberryjuice Ranboo
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2013.08.04 09:15 Tulki How did I get here?
In historic art pieces depicting multiple humans, there is a law that at least one of those humans will look like they have no clue how or why they got there. It's like Where's Waldo, except instead of looking for Waldo you're looking for the dude that looks like he just dropped acid.
2010.02.08 18:26 roger_ The Simpsons on Reddit! Woo-hoo!
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2024.05.19 22:46 Beefy-Johnson Eddie Bauer Return Warning
I realize this is a niche situation but it bothered me so much I wanted to share here.
For years I’ve shopped at Eddie Bauer, it makes up maybe 80% of my daily wardrobe and I’ve never had an issue. All of my shopping is done at the retail location in VV mail.
The last time I had a problem was about 2 years ago when one of their fleece jackets zipper broke after a couple months. Since they have a 365 day warranty and it was a defect issue there was no problem.
So yesterday I stop by with my autistic son to buy a pair of dress socks for him and noticed some cool looking hemp button up shirts that were 50% off which was a pretty good deal so I snagged 3 of them. And since my son is not cool with me going into dressing rooms (and because I’ve shopped there for maybe 20 years and know their sizing) I just grabbed them off the rack.
Service was friendly and we exchanged a few jokes and paid for the shirts and left.
So this morning it’s a nice sunny day and I think hey what a great day to wear my new hemp shirt. So I pop the tag and put it on, but hold up - the shirt fits like ass, it has a broad lapel that goes halfway down my chest and so I think “ok swing and a miss, I’ll take these back this afternoon.”
So I bring the 3 shirts back with the receipt less than 24 hours later thinking no problem, same couple of people working this afternoon too, so this should be a breeze.
Right away I notice there’s a problem, the cashier who sold me the shirts doesn’t look happy to see me again. I make a joke and some small talk as she scowls and take the shirt out of the bag.
“Did you take the tag off?” She asks.
Well yeah I said I tried it on and thought I was going to wear it so of course I took the tag off. But what difference does it make?
YOU HAVE A 365 DAY RETURN POLICY AND ITS BEEN LESS THAN 24 HOURS.
But apparently this is not the case.
According to the store workers, if you remove a tag, there is no return.
“What do you think, I wore the shirt last night and decided I’d just “borrow” it and get my $35 back the next day?”
“Well if you didn’t do that why would you have taken the tag off?”
So things went downhill from there. This policy is nowhere on the EB website and not mentioned at all in their 365 day return policy - only that you return with a receipt within a year of your purchase.
Again this was purchased less than 24 hours ago, never worn, and returned with receipt.
But because I removed the tag I was told I had to suck it up and take the loss.
So BUYER BEWARE, I realize I’m speaking to maybe 12 people on this subreddit that shop at Eddie Bauer LOL…
But don’t take that tag off!
Oh and I did get my refund, it wasn’t pretty but I was enormously insulted not only by the “policy” but how I was treated by the staff after spending $$$ over many years which was clear from my rewards account (with maybe 3 returns in the past decade).
Sorry guys had to rant 😜
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For years I’ve shopped at Eddie Bauer, it makes up maybe 80% of my daily wardrobe and I’ve never had an issue. All of my shopping is done at the retail location in VV mail.
The last time I had a problem was about 2 years ago when one of their fleece jackets zipper broke after a couple months. Since they have a 365 day warranty and it was a defect issue there was no problem.
So yesterday I stop by with my autistic son to buy a pair of dress socks for him and noticed some cool looking hemp button up shirts that were 50% off which was a pretty good deal so I snagged 3 of them. And since my son is not cool with me going into dressing rooms (and because I’ve shopped there for maybe 20 years and know their sizing) I just grabbed them off the rack.
Service was friendly and we exchanged a few jokes and paid for the shirts and left.
So this morning it’s a nice sunny day and I think hey what a great day to wear my new hemp shirt. So I pop the tag and put it on, but hold up - the shirt fits like ass, it has a broad lapel that goes halfway down my chest and so I think “ok swing and a miss, I’ll take these back this afternoon.”
So I bring the 3 shirts back with the receipt less than 24 hours later thinking no problem, same couple of people working this afternoon too, so this should be a breeze.
Right away I notice there’s a problem, the cashier who sold me the shirts doesn’t look happy to see me again. I make a joke and some small talk as she scowls and take the shirt out of the bag.
“Did you take the tag off?” She asks.
Well yeah I said I tried it on and thought I was going to wear it so of course I took the tag off. But what difference does it make?
YOU HAVE A 365 DAY RETURN POLICY AND ITS BEEN LESS THAN 24 HOURS.
But apparently this is not the case.
According to the store workers, if you remove a tag, there is no return.
“What do you think, I wore the shirt last night and decided I’d just “borrow” it and get my $35 back the next day?”
“Well if you didn’t do that why would you have taken the tag off?”
So things went downhill from there. This policy is nowhere on the EB website and not mentioned at all in their 365 day return policy - only that you return with a receipt within a year of your purchase.
Again this was purchased less than 24 hours ago, never worn, and returned with receipt.
But because I removed the tag I was told I had to suck it up and take the loss.
So BUYER BEWARE, I realize I’m speaking to maybe 12 people on this subreddit that shop at Eddie Bauer LOL…
But don’t take that tag off!
Oh and I did get my refund, it wasn’t pretty but I was enormously insulted not only by the “policy” but how I was treated by the staff after spending $$$ over many years which was clear from my rewards account (with maybe 3 returns in the past decade).
Sorry guys had to rant 😜
2024.05.19 22:43 thayeryan I learned how to speak to shadows.
I was brought up in a church. It was always boring and strange and I never really felt welcome, despite everyone's persistent attempts to tell me how happy they were to see me every week. Nevertheless, the stories I was taught there were all I had. And even if I didn’t fully understand them, to me, there was a god and good and evil, and I was just a mortal caught in the middle of it all.
I was around 12 or 13 years old at the time. I remember it being spring time outside, beautiful but tainted by a plague of allergies that had come over me. I was stuck in a habit back then of reading books late into the night. My mom was mostly supportive of it though and bought me a book light to use in the dark, with the caveat that I put the book down by 10PM at the latest.
On the first night that it happened, I remember being very sucked into the story I was reading. I had started a new book and I distinctly remember thinking that the story wasn’t for someone my age, and if my mother found out what I was reading, she might not let me keep it. The feeling that I was doing something wrong had me on edge in a sort of fun and exciting way, and my heart was beginning to beat somewhat quickly as I continued.
And then I heard it. A rustling sound like something had slid off of a hanger in my closet. I jumped in place, dropping my book down on the blanket, the clip-on book light casting a long and imposing shadow across the room. What I saw next was difficult to make out and is even harder to picture in my mind all these years later. I remember my clothes hung up in the closet, swaying in place, almost shivering or jittering from the movement coming from behind them. The book light was cut off along one edge of the closet opening, only showing the bottom of my hanging clothes and part way down onto the floor where some old shoeboxes and retired sports equipment was stored. But there was something odd and quite noticeable partially in view within the small glow of light that existed there. At the time it was puzzling to interpret as I had been expecting my angry mother to have somehow divined that I was reading something she didn’t approve of. But with time and reflection it became clear that the dark shape I saw amongst my belongings was an abnormally long and trembling leg.
“P-please!! P-put that down!”
It spoke with a frantic whisper, as if I was inadvertently pointing a loaded gun at it. I froze for a moment, staring at the indiscernible shape, watching my jacket and button down shirts shivering on their hangers when it suddenly occurred to me. I frantically grabbed the book light and pulled it to my chest. I could have quickly turned and shown it directly into the closet, but for some reason, I didn’t.
The nights that followed were difficult. I kept looking over my shoulder, staring in the direction of my closet, wondering if something would happen instead of falling asleep or reading. My mother even took notice of the sudden change, asking me, “Is something wrong, sweetie?” before tucking me in one night.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I’m just bored with my book,” I lied.
“You can’t give up on it now, dear! Even if it’s not for you, at least try and finish it so you know for sure.”
That night I pulled the book out again and continued from where I left off. I felt bad, as if I was taking advantage of my mom’s ignorance as she advocated for me to read a book that she must not have known the full story behind. But still, I wasn’t really bored of it. In fact, once I had the book out and in my hands again, I felt that same itch I had before. An excitement to see what came next. To know what else lies between the pages of the coming chapters. And as I read further, my heart began to race again. I felt a tingle going up my spine now, and for some reason, I began to sweat.
“Can you hear us?”
The voice was closer this time, somewhere off to my side now, away from the closet and more toward the center of my room. I remained still, careful not to bounce the book light around in fear that I would drive the being away.
“Yes.” I told it. The moment after I spoke back to it for the first time, the strangeness of the situation became somewhat mildly apparent to me, although it still did not deter me or drive me toward fear.
“Good.”
I had church that next morning. What I didn’t realize that day, as we piled into the car at the crack of dawn, was that it would be the last time I would ever go to church for the rest of my life. I remember this day very well, as you’ll soon be able to tell.
“Did you sleep okay?” Mother asked me, peering into the backseat through the rear view mirror.
“Okay, yea.”
“How about your book? Did you read any?”
“Yeah.”
“Good! I’m glad.” She said, smiling with her eyes as they returned to the road ahead.
We pulled up to the church and parked in the small parking lot out front. It was altogether a poorly cared for area with faded yellow lines on the ground separating the parking spaces, and chunks of concrete broken apart as if the urban environment had somehow fallen victim to a recent bombing. Our church service was held in an office park of all places, down a flight of stairs and through a long hallway that always smelt like damp carpet. The church pastor had acquired the space for a good deal, and always talked about the location as if it were merely the humble beginning compared to where they would someday be.
We took our seats in the cramped room as usual and an eerie silence was broken by the sound of an old, muffled electronic organ that tried and failed to lift the energy of the room before our pastor walked out center stage.
“Welcome and good morning to everyone on this fine, somewhat humid day. I hope you all are doing well and the drive in wasn’t too problematic, what with all the traffic cones blooming for the summer.” He gave a sort of wincing smile as a few members of the crowd let out a light chuckle. “I’m sure we’re all eager to get on with service today as this is the day we’ve all been waiting for for almost 18 years now - wow! But I just wanted to take a brief moment before we begin to acknowledge the significant achievement of everyone here, and the endless effort you all have gone through in order to make sure that today happened at all.” The room filled with gentle clapping, everyone turning toward one another as they nodded in approval.
“Very good. Now, without any further delay. Let us begin.”
Several quick yet world changing events occurred in the minutes after his speech. Minutes that have dominated my life and memory ever since they happened. My mother stood up and took me by the hand, looking down at me with a large smile across her face.
“Come on! It’s time!”
“What for?” I hesitated, only slowly scooching off of my seat.
“It’s ok, you’re just going to read something out loud for everyone. Think of it like a speech in class, except everyone here is excited just to hear you speak. You won’t do anything wrong, I promise.” I nodded nervously and followed her up to the front of the congregation where she positioned me in front of a mic stand, adjusted down to my height, before leaving to stand next to the pastor. And then I saw her do something quite strange. She took the pastor's hand in her own and kissed him on the lips. The room was deadly silent as the lights overhead were shut off, suddenly leaving us all in a thick darkness. I squinted my eyes as I tried to look back towards my mother, hoping to god I could catch even the slightest hint of her familiar face.
The shadows were pierced by something on the far side of the room. A glow of red light parting the darkness like a curtain, illuminating the pages of an old looking but familiar book that was slowly making its way down the aisle and toward me. Somebody placed the book in my hands and opened it to the first page.
And then a familiar voice spoke.
“Read.”
“But… I’ve already read the beginning before.” I replied quietly.
“But they haven’t.” The voice explained with a seductive hiss. I held the book closer and looked it over. It was my book. It was my light.
As I began reading the words from the pages, I could hear people in the crowd whispering. Some of them were praying, some were crying, one woman in particular I could hear whispering excitedly to her partner: “He can read it! Can you believe that?”
And there were other noises as well. Chanting. Whaling. A sound that I can only explain as a guttural choking noise. I tried to stay focused. To read loudly and not stutter. But as I read further, another noise began to distract me. A drumming or clanging of metal, followed by a rhythmic grinding, over and over and over. Eventually the noise was so loud it was hard to hear my own voice, but I could tell that the audience was loving it. In fact, they were beginning to yell out their approval: “Amazing,” “We’ve finally found him,” “Praise be!”
The tingling had returned up my spine again and my skin felt electric, like I was being filled with some sort of strange energy. It was as if I was moving with momentum as the words of the book were flowing from my mouth like I had somehow memorized every page - even the parts I hadn’t read before. It was so easy I didn’t even need to look at the pages at a certain point, but by that time, something had started to come over me. A hesitance or doubt. I felt wrong and I desperately wanted to leave.
I looked at my book light, examining the streaks of red marker across the glowing plastic, and without a second thought, I scratched it off with my thumb nail. The rhythmic sounds of metal ceased and a blood curdling scream sounded off across the room, followed by several animal-like growls from the now seething congregation. I had stopped reading now and dropped the book to the ground, clutching the light firmly in my trembling hands as the light showed all around me.
“Mom?” I called out with no reply. There wasn’t a sound in the room now apart from the heavy breathing of the congregation, as if they had all just finished running in a triathlon. I started inching my way forward, stepping down the aisle way between all the seats, swinging my head over each shoulder as the sound of bare footsteps sounded off the linoleum floor, mere inches around my glowing circle of protection. I had considered aiming my light around the room, but couldn’t stomach to see what I might reveal. “Mom?” I called again. A sea of hisses erupted from everyone in the room, and without any further investigation, I ran. I pushed open the office door, turned down the long hallway and made short work of the stairs leading up and out of the building. The light outside was blinding, and everything after that was a blur.
The people who found me, wandering alone around a park, brought me to the police who quickly started a search for missing children. Shortly after that, an investigator was brought in who had already been tipped off that I may not have been the child of the woman who raised me.
Years later, I have now learned who my true biological parents are. The woman who I had once called mother had kidnapped me from the hospital on the day I was born, and several lengthy trials later, she has been placed in prison.
I don’t know what the book really was, and for some reason I have no recollection of its contents either. While these events do haunt my memory, it also helps me to share the bizarre and horrifying tale with others. As time has gone on the days have gotten easier to get through, while the nights are still haunted by the feeling of something lingering in the shadows, watching me with anger but unable to act as I always keep my book-light nearby and ready.
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I was around 12 or 13 years old at the time. I remember it being spring time outside, beautiful but tainted by a plague of allergies that had come over me. I was stuck in a habit back then of reading books late into the night. My mom was mostly supportive of it though and bought me a book light to use in the dark, with the caveat that I put the book down by 10PM at the latest.
On the first night that it happened, I remember being very sucked into the story I was reading. I had started a new book and I distinctly remember thinking that the story wasn’t for someone my age, and if my mother found out what I was reading, she might not let me keep it. The feeling that I was doing something wrong had me on edge in a sort of fun and exciting way, and my heart was beginning to beat somewhat quickly as I continued.
And then I heard it. A rustling sound like something had slid off of a hanger in my closet. I jumped in place, dropping my book down on the blanket, the clip-on book light casting a long and imposing shadow across the room. What I saw next was difficult to make out and is even harder to picture in my mind all these years later. I remember my clothes hung up in the closet, swaying in place, almost shivering or jittering from the movement coming from behind them. The book light was cut off along one edge of the closet opening, only showing the bottom of my hanging clothes and part way down onto the floor where some old shoeboxes and retired sports equipment was stored. But there was something odd and quite noticeable partially in view within the small glow of light that existed there. At the time it was puzzling to interpret as I had been expecting my angry mother to have somehow divined that I was reading something she didn’t approve of. But with time and reflection it became clear that the dark shape I saw amongst my belongings was an abnormally long and trembling leg.
“P-please!! P-put that down!”
It spoke with a frantic whisper, as if I was inadvertently pointing a loaded gun at it. I froze for a moment, staring at the indiscernible shape, watching my jacket and button down shirts shivering on their hangers when it suddenly occurred to me. I frantically grabbed the book light and pulled it to my chest. I could have quickly turned and shown it directly into the closet, but for some reason, I didn’t.
The nights that followed were difficult. I kept looking over my shoulder, staring in the direction of my closet, wondering if something would happen instead of falling asleep or reading. My mother even took notice of the sudden change, asking me, “Is something wrong, sweetie?” before tucking me in one night.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I think I’m just bored with my book,” I lied.
“You can’t give up on it now, dear! Even if it’s not for you, at least try and finish it so you know for sure.”
That night I pulled the book out again and continued from where I left off. I felt bad, as if I was taking advantage of my mom’s ignorance as she advocated for me to read a book that she must not have known the full story behind. But still, I wasn’t really bored of it. In fact, once I had the book out and in my hands again, I felt that same itch I had before. An excitement to see what came next. To know what else lies between the pages of the coming chapters. And as I read further, my heart began to race again. I felt a tingle going up my spine now, and for some reason, I began to sweat.
“Can you hear us?”
The voice was closer this time, somewhere off to my side now, away from the closet and more toward the center of my room. I remained still, careful not to bounce the book light around in fear that I would drive the being away.
“Yes.” I told it. The moment after I spoke back to it for the first time, the strangeness of the situation became somewhat mildly apparent to me, although it still did not deter me or drive me toward fear.
“Good.”
I had church that next morning. What I didn’t realize that day, as we piled into the car at the crack of dawn, was that it would be the last time I would ever go to church for the rest of my life. I remember this day very well, as you’ll soon be able to tell.
“Did you sleep okay?” Mother asked me, peering into the backseat through the rear view mirror.
“Okay, yea.”
“How about your book? Did you read any?”
“Yeah.”
“Good! I’m glad.” She said, smiling with her eyes as they returned to the road ahead.
We pulled up to the church and parked in the small parking lot out front. It was altogether a poorly cared for area with faded yellow lines on the ground separating the parking spaces, and chunks of concrete broken apart as if the urban environment had somehow fallen victim to a recent bombing. Our church service was held in an office park of all places, down a flight of stairs and through a long hallway that always smelt like damp carpet. The church pastor had acquired the space for a good deal, and always talked about the location as if it were merely the humble beginning compared to where they would someday be.
We took our seats in the cramped room as usual and an eerie silence was broken by the sound of an old, muffled electronic organ that tried and failed to lift the energy of the room before our pastor walked out center stage.
“Welcome and good morning to everyone on this fine, somewhat humid day. I hope you all are doing well and the drive in wasn’t too problematic, what with all the traffic cones blooming for the summer.” He gave a sort of wincing smile as a few members of the crowd let out a light chuckle. “I’m sure we’re all eager to get on with service today as this is the day we’ve all been waiting for for almost 18 years now - wow! But I just wanted to take a brief moment before we begin to acknowledge the significant achievement of everyone here, and the endless effort you all have gone through in order to make sure that today happened at all.” The room filled with gentle clapping, everyone turning toward one another as they nodded in approval.
“Very good. Now, without any further delay. Let us begin.”
Several quick yet world changing events occurred in the minutes after his speech. Minutes that have dominated my life and memory ever since they happened. My mother stood up and took me by the hand, looking down at me with a large smile across her face.
“Come on! It’s time!”
“What for?” I hesitated, only slowly scooching off of my seat.
“It’s ok, you’re just going to read something out loud for everyone. Think of it like a speech in class, except everyone here is excited just to hear you speak. You won’t do anything wrong, I promise.” I nodded nervously and followed her up to the front of the congregation where she positioned me in front of a mic stand, adjusted down to my height, before leaving to stand next to the pastor. And then I saw her do something quite strange. She took the pastor's hand in her own and kissed him on the lips. The room was deadly silent as the lights overhead were shut off, suddenly leaving us all in a thick darkness. I squinted my eyes as I tried to look back towards my mother, hoping to god I could catch even the slightest hint of her familiar face.
The shadows were pierced by something on the far side of the room. A glow of red light parting the darkness like a curtain, illuminating the pages of an old looking but familiar book that was slowly making its way down the aisle and toward me. Somebody placed the book in my hands and opened it to the first page.
And then a familiar voice spoke.
“Read.”
“But… I’ve already read the beginning before.” I replied quietly.
“But they haven’t.” The voice explained with a seductive hiss. I held the book closer and looked it over. It was my book. It was my light.
As I began reading the words from the pages, I could hear people in the crowd whispering. Some of them were praying, some were crying, one woman in particular I could hear whispering excitedly to her partner: “He can read it! Can you believe that?”
And there were other noises as well. Chanting. Whaling. A sound that I can only explain as a guttural choking noise. I tried to stay focused. To read loudly and not stutter. But as I read further, another noise began to distract me. A drumming or clanging of metal, followed by a rhythmic grinding, over and over and over. Eventually the noise was so loud it was hard to hear my own voice, but I could tell that the audience was loving it. In fact, they were beginning to yell out their approval: “Amazing,” “We’ve finally found him,” “Praise be!”
The tingling had returned up my spine again and my skin felt electric, like I was being filled with some sort of strange energy. It was as if I was moving with momentum as the words of the book were flowing from my mouth like I had somehow memorized every page - even the parts I hadn’t read before. It was so easy I didn’t even need to look at the pages at a certain point, but by that time, something had started to come over me. A hesitance or doubt. I felt wrong and I desperately wanted to leave.
I looked at my book light, examining the streaks of red marker across the glowing plastic, and without a second thought, I scratched it off with my thumb nail. The rhythmic sounds of metal ceased and a blood curdling scream sounded off across the room, followed by several animal-like growls from the now seething congregation. I had stopped reading now and dropped the book to the ground, clutching the light firmly in my trembling hands as the light showed all around me.
“Mom?” I called out with no reply. There wasn’t a sound in the room now apart from the heavy breathing of the congregation, as if they had all just finished running in a triathlon. I started inching my way forward, stepping down the aisle way between all the seats, swinging my head over each shoulder as the sound of bare footsteps sounded off the linoleum floor, mere inches around my glowing circle of protection. I had considered aiming my light around the room, but couldn’t stomach to see what I might reveal. “Mom?” I called again. A sea of hisses erupted from everyone in the room, and without any further investigation, I ran. I pushed open the office door, turned down the long hallway and made short work of the stairs leading up and out of the building. The light outside was blinding, and everything after that was a blur.
The people who found me, wandering alone around a park, brought me to the police who quickly started a search for missing children. Shortly after that, an investigator was brought in who had already been tipped off that I may not have been the child of the woman who raised me.
Years later, I have now learned who my true biological parents are. The woman who I had once called mother had kidnapped me from the hospital on the day I was born, and several lengthy trials later, she has been placed in prison.
I don’t know what the book really was, and for some reason I have no recollection of its contents either. While these events do haunt my memory, it also helps me to share the bizarre and horrifying tale with others. As time has gone on the days have gotten easier to get through, while the nights are still haunted by the feeling of something lingering in the shadows, watching me with anger but unable to act as I always keep my book-light nearby and ready.
2024.05.19 22:42 Kooky-Student-170 Being a MOH ruined my friendship
Hi! Dealing with some feelings as I prepare to plan my own wedding. My boyfriend is going to propose soon, and we’ve started laying the groundwork for a wedding next year, but I dont even want to tell my BFF about our plans because of how she treated me when I was her maid of honor.
Last year, my best friend got married and I was her MOH. The bridal party was just MOH/best man, no other bridesmaids or groomsmen. The wedding was in her in-laws’ backyard and to be honest, it was a nightmare. A beautiful wedding, but zero consideration for the guests.
I live out of state and I went to stay with her for a week before the wedding, so we could get our nails done, finish DIY projects, prep the venue space, etc. Honestly she seemed MISERABLE all week. Was short with everyone. I heard her say “thank you” maybe twice the whole time I was there. This is usually not like her! So I figured hmm…we’ll wait til the wedding day is over and see if she feels happier.
I was so excited to spend the actual wedding DAY with her but we barely saw each other. We got her ready for photos (I did her hair and makeup) but she left me alone in her apartment to get ready solo. I had no one to zip my dress, put my hairpiece in, etc. I had to walk to the venue myself, carrying buckets of flowers she’d forgotten to make arrangements for.
During the cocktail hour and reception, I missed group photos because I was working. There was NO WATER or other nonalcoholic beverages out for the guests, so I prepped those and got them into the coolers/dispensers. I barely had time to sit and eat because I was the designated “go to” person for questions, so guests would find me if they needed directions to town, help finding the bathroom, etc.
Here’s the part that really hurts my feelings: when I was shopping for my bestie’s bridal shower, I found thank-you cards that matched her invites EXACTLY. It was incredible! I sent a pic and said “hey — want me to buy these???” She responded with a huge yes. They were on clearance at TJ MAXX so ~100 cards for $10. Not a huge expense at all. But…
It’s been a year and I haven’t received a thank-you card. No one has. And I get that, no one wants to do thank-you cards! But I haven’t received ANY acknowledgment for my efforts. And it really hurts. The day before the wedding, her now-husband was excitedly showing me the thank-you gift package he had chosen and assembled for his best man. I know the best man received his thank-you gift the day after the wedding because he posted about it in his wedding photo dump.
It’s been a year and I haven’t received a single thank you from my “bestie.” Her husband has shown more gratitude to me than she did. And now that I’m planning to get engaged…I don’t know if I should bring this up ahead of time and clear the air, or if I should leave it be. Our friendship feeeeels pretty normal and we talk regularly, but every time I think about this, it makes me want to NOT invite her to the wedding. I don’t even care if it’s not as elaborate as what the best man received, I just want SOME acknowledgement of my effort. There’s definitely some added bitterness because she is a stay-at-home wife and lives off her husband’s income, so I feel jealous she has time for craft projects and creative/leisure activities that I have to fit into my demanding career…but she can’t find time to send me a thank you? Ugh. I feel so dumb but after 15 years of friendship, I just want my effort to be acknowledged in SOME way. :(
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Last year, my best friend got married and I was her MOH. The bridal party was just MOH/best man, no other bridesmaids or groomsmen. The wedding was in her in-laws’ backyard and to be honest, it was a nightmare. A beautiful wedding, but zero consideration for the guests.
I live out of state and I went to stay with her for a week before the wedding, so we could get our nails done, finish DIY projects, prep the venue space, etc. Honestly she seemed MISERABLE all week. Was short with everyone. I heard her say “thank you” maybe twice the whole time I was there. This is usually not like her! So I figured hmm…we’ll wait til the wedding day is over and see if she feels happier.
I was so excited to spend the actual wedding DAY with her but we barely saw each other. We got her ready for photos (I did her hair and makeup) but she left me alone in her apartment to get ready solo. I had no one to zip my dress, put my hairpiece in, etc. I had to walk to the venue myself, carrying buckets of flowers she’d forgotten to make arrangements for.
During the cocktail hour and reception, I missed group photos because I was working. There was NO WATER or other nonalcoholic beverages out for the guests, so I prepped those and got them into the coolers/dispensers. I barely had time to sit and eat because I was the designated “go to” person for questions, so guests would find me if they needed directions to town, help finding the bathroom, etc.
Here’s the part that really hurts my feelings: when I was shopping for my bestie’s bridal shower, I found thank-you cards that matched her invites EXACTLY. It was incredible! I sent a pic and said “hey — want me to buy these???” She responded with a huge yes. They were on clearance at TJ MAXX so ~100 cards for $10. Not a huge expense at all. But…
It’s been a year and I haven’t received a thank-you card. No one has. And I get that, no one wants to do thank-you cards! But I haven’t received ANY acknowledgment for my efforts. And it really hurts. The day before the wedding, her now-husband was excitedly showing me the thank-you gift package he had chosen and assembled for his best man. I know the best man received his thank-you gift the day after the wedding because he posted about it in his wedding photo dump.
It’s been a year and I haven’t received a single thank you from my “bestie.” Her husband has shown more gratitude to me than she did. And now that I’m planning to get engaged…I don’t know if I should bring this up ahead of time and clear the air, or if I should leave it be. Our friendship feeeeels pretty normal and we talk regularly, but every time I think about this, it makes me want to NOT invite her to the wedding. I don’t even care if it’s not as elaborate as what the best man received, I just want SOME acknowledgement of my effort. There’s definitely some added bitterness because she is a stay-at-home wife and lives off her husband’s income, so I feel jealous she has time for craft projects and creative/leisure activities that I have to fit into my demanding career…but she can’t find time to send me a thank you? Ugh. I feel so dumb but after 15 years of friendship, I just want my effort to be acknowledged in SOME way. :(
2024.05.19 22:33 myboymitten Attendees
This may sound like a strange request. I was just thinking about the group photo we took. If any of you guys that were there want a copy of the photo,if you message me and send a selfie with your name and address I will gladly send you one. You don’t need to buy it, we will take care of everything as one last thank you for coming. The photo is just so I know you attended, I hope I’m not offending those that couldn’t make it. I don’t want to post it and have it abused by a warped mind. I’m sure between my wife,son and myself we’ll remember your faces. I think I shook everyone’s hand and tried to talk with all of you and the ones I missed I hope my wife and son talked to. I just learned about the Jones soda that the one guy brought and I know I didn’t get to talk to you but I think my son did, thank for bringing it. You are all the nicest coolest people I’ve met,thanks again and shoot me a private message if you want the photo.
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2024.05.19 22:33 bernalves How did you (women) feel while you were maturing between 20-30?
I’m (26M) concerned about being supportive and getting a better understanding about what’s going on in my wife’s (25F) head. By this year’s December we’ll be celebrating a 5 years marriage and a 7 years relationship. I can cleary see that she’s maturing (as she can also notice I’m acting more mature), but sometimes I kinda feel a little lost due to we not be acting like 20yo young adults anymore.
We’re moving to another city and I’m concerned about her. We’re moving from her hometown to a big city to get more opportunities in her career (I’ve been offered a promotion and we’ve agreed to move), but she’ll be on a job hunt since she’ll be quitting her current job (that she indeed dislikes and is not related to her interests). We also don’t have kids, but intend to.
I do miss hanging out more with her, and it’s not all related to financial issues, I’m able to see that she doesn’t have the same social energy as she had a couple of years before.
I know the short answer will always be “talk to your wife”, but I just wanna know what this period of life meant and was like for you, especially for women that already have been there and have a more complete point of view regarding this matter.
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We’re moving to another city and I’m concerned about her. We’re moving from her hometown to a big city to get more opportunities in her career (I’ve been offered a promotion and we’ve agreed to move), but she’ll be on a job hunt since she’ll be quitting her current job (that she indeed dislikes and is not related to her interests). We also don’t have kids, but intend to.
I do miss hanging out more with her, and it’s not all related to financial issues, I’m able to see that she doesn’t have the same social energy as she had a couple of years before.
I know the short answer will always be “talk to your wife”, but I just wanna know what this period of life meant and was like for you, especially for women that already have been there and have a more complete point of view regarding this matter.
2024.05.19 22:32 ForzaInter_1908 [Mari] Calhanoglu, Darmian, Bastoni, Inzaghi, and Zanetti: “Thanks to the coach and to his staff. They improved me, I needed confidence to play in this role. The best season of my career. I behave with respect, if nothing comes from them, (Milan). There’s no problem with me. That chapter is closed.”
“I worked a lot, with a lot of sacrifice. Inzaghi? His secret is that we are like friends. He is very open with us, he always speaks. He is always calm and positive.”Zanetti:
“Zhang? We heard him on social media. We are waiting for him.”
“The best moment is winning the scudetto in the derby. I am a person who always believes and I believe that God wanted to give me the victory in that match.”
“Zhang? These are decisive hours. First of all we must thank Steven and the Suning group for what they have done and are doing. They wanted this championship with all their strength. I hope that the club continues positively because we want to continue to win. Winning the Champions League? It's my dream as vice president.”Inzaghi:
“The future? I'm calm. In these 3 years, President Zhang has never missed anything. Now I clearly hope he can resolve his problems. I send him a big hug, he deserved to be here with us. The renewal, we’ll sit down and talk like we always have.”Bastoni:
“I wanted to thank you the fans on behalf of all of Inter. You were fundamental, you never left us. We were never alone. They have been 3 intense years with a lot of satisfaction, some pain but we have always been able to count on you. Thank you and forza Inter.”
“Sometimes I don't even know what role I play in this team. I do things that a left-hander shouldn't do but football is constantly evolving. You have to be aware of what you do on the pitch, it's all the result of obsessive work.”Darmian:
“We have fun on the pitch and we play well. We know what we have to do and we try to do it as best we can. Our strength is the group and we transmit it on the pitch.”Ligabue:
““We weren't used to winning the scudetto by playing football so well. And the feeling of togetherness that we experienced this year. Enjoy everything.”https://x.com/marifcintestatus/1792271637514973466?s=46&t=HVZJzoyLgN2cnje_SdLm6w
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2024.05.19 22:29 setwocks Grass Explained.
What Are Grass Points?
Today, we’ll explore the concept of Grass Points, the reward system for our app’s Beta phase. Continue reading to discover how you can leverage this system and reap the benefits as one of the pioneering users of Grass.
Earning Grass Points
Grass Points can be earned in several ways. Currently, users can earn points by downloading and running Grass, referring new users, and more ways are on the horizon, let’s jump into it.
Downloading and Running Grass
Every user who downloads and runs Grass starts earning points right away. Your experience with Grass will be seamless, while you browser the internet, you accumulate points. It’s that simple. The points are a way of saying thank you for being an active part of our community and contributing to the growth of the Grass ecosystem.
Referral Points
Referrals are another significant way to earn Grass Points. When you refer a friend and they download and run Grass, you earn additional points. Specifically, you will receive a 20% commission based on the points your referred friend earns in perpetuity.
But it doesn’t stop there. If your friend refers someone else, you will earn 10% of the points that the second-level referral earns. And if someone at the second level of your referral network refers another person, you will earn 5% of the points that the third-level referral earns. This cascading referral system allows you to earn points from the activity of users you indirectly brought into the Grass community.
Future Earning Opportunities
We are also excited to announce that we will soon be introducing additional ways to earn Grass Points. These will include reaching certain milestones within the Grass ecosystem and maintaining uptime streaks. These new methods will provide more opportunities for users to earn points and contribute to the success of the Grass ecosystem.
Viewing Your Points and Getting Your Referral Link
Users have been steadily accumulating Grass Points based on their activity as per the rules we’ve previously outlined. If you haven’t started yet, you’re missing out!
The Grass Points system is our unique way of recognizing and rewarding the invaluable contributions our users make to the Grass ecosystem. So don’t wait, download Grass, invite your friends, and start amassing your Grass Points right away!
Use this link to start farming Grass today!https://app.getgrass.io/registe?referralCode=EGtkfZ4rCSBIo4m
If you have any questions or problems using my code. Comment or send me a DM and I will reply to you as quickly as possible.
Happy Farming!
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Today, we’ll explore the concept of Grass Points, the reward system for our app’s Beta phase. Continue reading to discover how you can leverage this system and reap the benefits as one of the pioneering users of Grass.
Earning Grass Points
Grass Points can be earned in several ways. Currently, users can earn points by downloading and running Grass, referring new users, and more ways are on the horizon, let’s jump into it.
Downloading and Running Grass
Every user who downloads and runs Grass starts earning points right away. Your experience with Grass will be seamless, while you browser the internet, you accumulate points. It’s that simple. The points are a way of saying thank you for being an active part of our community and contributing to the growth of the Grass ecosystem.
Referral Points
Referrals are another significant way to earn Grass Points. When you refer a friend and they download and run Grass, you earn additional points. Specifically, you will receive a 20% commission based on the points your referred friend earns in perpetuity.
But it doesn’t stop there. If your friend refers someone else, you will earn 10% of the points that the second-level referral earns. And if someone at the second level of your referral network refers another person, you will earn 5% of the points that the third-level referral earns. This cascading referral system allows you to earn points from the activity of users you indirectly brought into the Grass community.
Future Earning Opportunities
We are also excited to announce that we will soon be introducing additional ways to earn Grass Points. These will include reaching certain milestones within the Grass ecosystem and maintaining uptime streaks. These new methods will provide more opportunities for users to earn points and contribute to the success of the Grass ecosystem.
Viewing Your Points and Getting Your Referral Link
Users have been steadily accumulating Grass Points based on their activity as per the rules we’ve previously outlined. If you haven’t started yet, you’re missing out!
The Grass Points system is our unique way of recognizing and rewarding the invaluable contributions our users make to the Grass ecosystem. So don’t wait, download Grass, invite your friends, and start amassing your Grass Points right away!
Use this link to start farming Grass today!https://app.getgrass.io/registe?referralCode=EGtkfZ4rCSBIo4m
If you have any questions or problems using my code. Comment or send me a DM and I will reply to you as quickly as possible.
Happy Farming!
2024.05.19 22:29 Remy_The_Cat Broken Memories
Hey you,
This is one of those days where I’ve been thinking of you. I’m sorting through the fragments of whatever it was that we had. It’s gone now, and it’s a loss that I acutely feel.
I’ve been trying to arrange these broken memories into something that I can recognize. I’m having trouble, though, in discerning which of those parts are actually beautiful and which ones that had never been anything more than useless trinkets, bereft of value or purpose.
Strangely, I’m not mourning the past. Even if we wanted to, we could never return to that which existed before. Of course, I still care about you. I love you and I miss you. And I know that you want me to be happy. But I’m not. And of course, I want the same for you, but doubt that you’ve found that elusive treasure.
Nevertheless, we will carry on. Perhaps you’ll forget me, but I will never forget you.
Love always, -M
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This is one of those days where I’ve been thinking of you. I’m sorting through the fragments of whatever it was that we had. It’s gone now, and it’s a loss that I acutely feel.
I’ve been trying to arrange these broken memories into something that I can recognize. I’m having trouble, though, in discerning which of those parts are actually beautiful and which ones that had never been anything more than useless trinkets, bereft of value or purpose.
Strangely, I’m not mourning the past. Even if we wanted to, we could never return to that which existed before. Of course, I still care about you. I love you and I miss you. And I know that you want me to be happy. But I’m not. And of course, I want the same for you, but doubt that you’ve found that elusive treasure.
Nevertheless, we will carry on. Perhaps you’ll forget me, but I will never forget you.
Love always, -M
2024.05.19 22:21 Hot-West9928 Soul of a human 5
First_Previous
Chapter 5 halfway to first little milestone.
Foul language warning keeping strong! Still hope you enjoy.
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°So, what now?° The human asked.
°Now I´m going to sleep, today was a lot.° Mor yawned. °Good night°
°Good night, sleep well.° The human answered and began to slowly wander the compounds of Mor´s mind just looking. Which for Mor was somehow soothing and let him quickly drift off into sleep. But as sleep took him, so did the nightmares, and while he tossed and turned in subconscious movement, the human watched. Watched the nightmares, watched the boy, who will be his other self from now on, watched what the four bullies did to him, and felt a protective rage. °Those asshats will pay. This ends, right now.° the human promised the sleeping Mor.
The next morning Mor acquired some writing implements and got to write his punishment essay. While the Human was backseat writing or more backseat questioning.
°Ah, so if you use a spell, where your magic is insufficient you could die, because the missing magic energy will be subsidized with a thing you call "live energy", but those energies are more or less the same, just that the "live energy" is the magic energy getting held back for your basic functions. But wouldn´t that mean, if you trained your basic strength and endurance that your magic energy would also get stronger? But then why do the elderly have more energy than someone in their prime?°
°Could you please shut up, I need to concentrate. I don´t want to write it again. And I told you that is not how it works! Also, why would training your strength do anything? You have your body and that's it. What would you even do, to "train" a body? It´s stupid.° Mor complained.
°Wait! Is that why everyone I saw is so scrawny? You have no concept of training your body? It´s just "I have to be born right, or I can´t use the fancy pants spells I read in a book", for all of you?! How did your kin survive until now? What about hunting for food or gathering, what about natural predators?° The human exclaimed.
°What stupid question is this now, we grow our crops and everything here on our floating islands, why should we hunt or whatever? You cast a spell and all the fruits get neatly gathered where you want them. This has always been that way.° Mor explained while continuing to write.
°That´s idiotic.° The human interrupted.
°Shut it!° Mor shushed the human.
The rest of the evening was spent in silence, but just before lights out the human spoke up again.
°Got an idea how we will deal with those bullies of yours?°
°No... I don´t even want to think about that.° Mor confessed. °But it probably can´t be avoided, best get to it then. The biggest problem is Zaletha, with her illusion magic, but the last time it somehow failed. Maybe it has something to do with you? Because you have no fear of her, I was also protected? Illusion magic is strange like that, you need some kind of emotional power over your target, or it has a big chance of failing. If that is the case, then it will not take long for Ranbor to escalate their abuse. He somehow really hates me.°
°Yeah, seemed like it. Any idea why? Well, it doesn´t really matter. Still, then we need a good plan to deal with them it´s four against two, and I can´t talk to anyone but you. So more like four against one and a half? But if this girl needs to have some kind of hold against me, she will be shit out of luck. The problem then is they may do something else to keep you in line. Maybe trying to intimidate you with more physical means.° Human mused.
°Then they would get into a problem with the school because attacking another student with magic is against the rules.° Mor interjected.
°But what would stop them from claiming it was an accident while helping you train? The best thing we could do would probably ignore them and if they don´t get the hint we just loudly declare, that we don´t want to have anything to do with them.° This got Mor thoughtful. °That might work, but most might not understand, why we would not want to have anything to do with them, because it would be helpful for my social standing to liaise with the nobility.° And the human agreed. °Yes, let´s try this. What could go wrong?°
Agreeing on this plan of action, their talk went to other subjects until Mor decided it was time to sleep and rest. They would resume talking the next day, and it would again be Human to ask the first question.
°Could we use the time, while we are stuck here, for you to explain to me how exactly this magic is working?°
°Yes of course.° Mor answered. °Firstly as you already know, to cast a spell you need magic energy, but that is only the first step, you have to afterward concentrate on guiding those energies or the spell can fail. Secondly, while there are some continuous spells they are hard to upkeep, for you have to concentrate on the energy continuously. Because of that spells like body enhancement or elemental puppet spells are almost impossible for single mages.
Body enhancement more so, because a flesh and blood body is more complicated to move, by the limits of how the energy can flow. Therefore most mage teams would fall back on an elemental puppet if they needed someone to keep their enemy at a distance. But those are last option things, best to deal with anything at range of your instantaneous spells.° He explained.
°It would be really cool if we could pull something like that off, it would be something like a secret trump card.° Human joked.
°Yes it would, but how could we even start to pull something like that off, firstly the energy cost would be far too much for me and you would somehow be able to control the body or guide the magic energy and that is impossible. In the stories, the bound elemental only supplied the mage with more energy and affinities.° Mor retorted.
°That´s why I meant it as a joke. But still, the surprise on the faces of the other mages probably would be really funny. If it is true it is impossible for a single mage. Still, I think I got it, it is best to use those instantaneous spells, because you can just fire and forget them, or start casting the next one. How much concentration is required to keep a spell up?° The human asked.
°It depends on the spell, but it ranges from, almost nothing to completely occupying your attention. For example, letting a fire spell go on, would be on the lowest distraction level, while guiding an elemental puppet would be the highest.° Mor explained.
°Ok, got it.° But still the human got thinking because for them something felt off.
Mor used the time of quiet to finish his punishment report and catch up on the stuff from the missed lessons. So while the human brooded over the pieces of information, Mor got himself back on track with his studies with sporadic help from Miss Amethyne. Like this two more days have gone by and Mor was finally released from the infirmary, as good as new, according to the healing adept. But only Mor and his new partner knew, how close "new" was to the truth. Still, Mor had this bad feeling about the almost inevitable confrontation with his tormenters he would with almost perfect certainty end up in. He hoped with all his heart, that the strategy of himself and the human would work as they planned.
The next morning on the way to class, of course, it happened and he heard the call from behind him. "Hey peasant, finally up again, you have to make up for your laziness now." "Ranbor..." Mor sighed.
"Hey you worthless pawn, what kind of reaction is this? Is this how your parents raised you? Seems someone has to teach you respect of your betters again." Ranbor exclaimed and slowly Mor turned around. "Excuse me, your lordship, I believe the presence of someone of so lowly standing is no fitting company for someone as illustrious as yourself. But where sire is your noble retinue? It does not do for someone as royally important as yourself to be without them. Should I go and tell someone to summon them for you?" Mor replied trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, as the human in his mind giggled.
°Good one!° They not so helpfully added.
"You´re going too far this time!" Ranbor furiously stated, his ruby eyes glowing balefully with magic energy. But Mor just shrugged, turned around, and left. °Are your eyes also this creepy? It looks to me that you only have a black pupil and the rest is in whatever colour.° The human questioned Mor. °Is that different where you are from? In most cases the color fits the family, so Ranbor of course has ruby red, and mine would be of more an agate green-blue disposition.° Mor answered. °Nope, we have white, then a colored ring around the pupil.° The answer came back until they heard Ranbor behind them raising his voice. "Don´t turn your back on me, you worthless peasant!"
Which in turn led the human to giggle again °He is really creative with his curses. I diagnose a lack of intelligence.° That in turn was too much for Mor as he could not suppress an amused snort. "You´re not laughing at me!" Ranbor raged and as Mor turned around to address that pompous ass, he only saw the red and yellow of a fireball that was flying right toward him.
He felt the heat lick his skin, and the shock of the force and fury of the attack let his mind blackout. While the enclosing darkness would protect him from the pain of burning, he knew that this was too much and his end. The last thing he heard was the voice of his partner going. °Holy shit! OK, that´s interes....°
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Chapter 5 halfway to first little milestone.
Foul language warning keeping strong! Still hope you enjoy.
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°So, what now?° The human asked.
°Now I´m going to sleep, today was a lot.° Mor yawned. °Good night°
°Good night, sleep well.° The human answered and began to slowly wander the compounds of Mor´s mind just looking. Which for Mor was somehow soothing and let him quickly drift off into sleep. But as sleep took him, so did the nightmares, and while he tossed and turned in subconscious movement, the human watched. Watched the nightmares, watched the boy, who will be his other self from now on, watched what the four bullies did to him, and felt a protective rage. °Those asshats will pay. This ends, right now.° the human promised the sleeping Mor.
The next morning Mor acquired some writing implements and got to write his punishment essay. While the Human was backseat writing or more backseat questioning.
°Ah, so if you use a spell, where your magic is insufficient you could die, because the missing magic energy will be subsidized with a thing you call "live energy", but those energies are more or less the same, just that the "live energy" is the magic energy getting held back for your basic functions. But wouldn´t that mean, if you trained your basic strength and endurance that your magic energy would also get stronger? But then why do the elderly have more energy than someone in their prime?°
°Could you please shut up, I need to concentrate. I don´t want to write it again. And I told you that is not how it works! Also, why would training your strength do anything? You have your body and that's it. What would you even do, to "train" a body? It´s stupid.° Mor complained.
°Wait! Is that why everyone I saw is so scrawny? You have no concept of training your body? It´s just "I have to be born right, or I can´t use the fancy pants spells I read in a book", for all of you?! How did your kin survive until now? What about hunting for food or gathering, what about natural predators?° The human exclaimed.
°What stupid question is this now, we grow our crops and everything here on our floating islands, why should we hunt or whatever? You cast a spell and all the fruits get neatly gathered where you want them. This has always been that way.° Mor explained while continuing to write.
°That´s idiotic.° The human interrupted.
°Shut it!° Mor shushed the human.
The rest of the evening was spent in silence, but just before lights out the human spoke up again.
°Got an idea how we will deal with those bullies of yours?°
°No... I don´t even want to think about that.° Mor confessed. °But it probably can´t be avoided, best get to it then. The biggest problem is Zaletha, with her illusion magic, but the last time it somehow failed. Maybe it has something to do with you? Because you have no fear of her, I was also protected? Illusion magic is strange like that, you need some kind of emotional power over your target, or it has a big chance of failing. If that is the case, then it will not take long for Ranbor to escalate their abuse. He somehow really hates me.°
°Yeah, seemed like it. Any idea why? Well, it doesn´t really matter. Still, then we need a good plan to deal with them it´s four against two, and I can´t talk to anyone but you. So more like four against one and a half? But if this girl needs to have some kind of hold against me, she will be shit out of luck. The problem then is they may do something else to keep you in line. Maybe trying to intimidate you with more physical means.° Human mused.
°Then they would get into a problem with the school because attacking another student with magic is against the rules.° Mor interjected.
°But what would stop them from claiming it was an accident while helping you train? The best thing we could do would probably ignore them and if they don´t get the hint we just loudly declare, that we don´t want to have anything to do with them.° This got Mor thoughtful. °That might work, but most might not understand, why we would not want to have anything to do with them, because it would be helpful for my social standing to liaise with the nobility.° And the human agreed. °Yes, let´s try this. What could go wrong?°
Agreeing on this plan of action, their talk went to other subjects until Mor decided it was time to sleep and rest. They would resume talking the next day, and it would again be Human to ask the first question.
°Could we use the time, while we are stuck here, for you to explain to me how exactly this magic is working?°
°Yes of course.° Mor answered. °Firstly as you already know, to cast a spell you need magic energy, but that is only the first step, you have to afterward concentrate on guiding those energies or the spell can fail. Secondly, while there are some continuous spells they are hard to upkeep, for you have to concentrate on the energy continuously. Because of that spells like body enhancement or elemental puppet spells are almost impossible for single mages.
Body enhancement more so, because a flesh and blood body is more complicated to move, by the limits of how the energy can flow. Therefore most mage teams would fall back on an elemental puppet if they needed someone to keep their enemy at a distance. But those are last option things, best to deal with anything at range of your instantaneous spells.° He explained.
°It would be really cool if we could pull something like that off, it would be something like a secret trump card.° Human joked.
°Yes it would, but how could we even start to pull something like that off, firstly the energy cost would be far too much for me and you would somehow be able to control the body or guide the magic energy and that is impossible. In the stories, the bound elemental only supplied the mage with more energy and affinities.° Mor retorted.
°That´s why I meant it as a joke. But still, the surprise on the faces of the other mages probably would be really funny. If it is true it is impossible for a single mage. Still, I think I got it, it is best to use those instantaneous spells, because you can just fire and forget them, or start casting the next one. How much concentration is required to keep a spell up?° The human asked.
°It depends on the spell, but it ranges from, almost nothing to completely occupying your attention. For example, letting a fire spell go on, would be on the lowest distraction level, while guiding an elemental puppet would be the highest.° Mor explained.
°Ok, got it.° But still the human got thinking because for them something felt off.
Mor used the time of quiet to finish his punishment report and catch up on the stuff from the missed lessons. So while the human brooded over the pieces of information, Mor got himself back on track with his studies with sporadic help from Miss Amethyne. Like this two more days have gone by and Mor was finally released from the infirmary, as good as new, according to the healing adept. But only Mor and his new partner knew, how close "new" was to the truth. Still, Mor had this bad feeling about the almost inevitable confrontation with his tormenters he would with almost perfect certainty end up in. He hoped with all his heart, that the strategy of himself and the human would work as they planned.
The next morning on the way to class, of course, it happened and he heard the call from behind him. "Hey peasant, finally up again, you have to make up for your laziness now." "Ranbor..." Mor sighed.
"Hey you worthless pawn, what kind of reaction is this? Is this how your parents raised you? Seems someone has to teach you respect of your betters again." Ranbor exclaimed and slowly Mor turned around. "Excuse me, your lordship, I believe the presence of someone of so lowly standing is no fitting company for someone as illustrious as yourself. But where sire is your noble retinue? It does not do for someone as royally important as yourself to be without them. Should I go and tell someone to summon them for you?" Mor replied trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, as the human in his mind giggled.
°Good one!° They not so helpfully added.
"You´re going too far this time!" Ranbor furiously stated, his ruby eyes glowing balefully with magic energy. But Mor just shrugged, turned around, and left. °Are your eyes also this creepy? It looks to me that you only have a black pupil and the rest is in whatever colour.° The human questioned Mor. °Is that different where you are from? In most cases the color fits the family, so Ranbor of course has ruby red, and mine would be of more an agate green-blue disposition.° Mor answered. °Nope, we have white, then a colored ring around the pupil.° The answer came back until they heard Ranbor behind them raising his voice. "Don´t turn your back on me, you worthless peasant!"
Which in turn led the human to giggle again °He is really creative with his curses. I diagnose a lack of intelligence.° That in turn was too much for Mor as he could not suppress an amused snort. "You´re not laughing at me!" Ranbor raged and as Mor turned around to address that pompous ass, he only saw the red and yellow of a fireball that was flying right toward him.
He felt the heat lick his skin, and the shock of the force and fury of the attack let his mind blackout. While the enclosing darkness would protect him from the pain of burning, he knew that this was too much and his end. The last thing he heard was the voice of his partner going. °Holy shit! OK, that´s interes....°
2024.05.19 22:19 No-Blackberry7363 I’m sorry, I had to
I was once your best friend. Some of my fondest memories are of when we were young, carefree and having a blast. Talking for hours on end, the conversation would never falter. You were my soul friend, someone I thought would be in my life forever, that we’d be those old ladies in a retirement home causing mischief and having a laugh.
But we grew up and grew apart. Our lives took different paths, and I’m sorry I had to end our friendship so I could get fully sober, as really we were never actually sober together and that is what probably bound us together. The high life. And I can’t live that life anymore.
I realised that you never thought of me the same as I thought of you. All those comments about people saying bad things about me to you, it was almost never ending, and why would they do that if you weren’t saying the same things. I always defended you to others. The few times someone said something bad to me about you, I’d stand up for you and after a short time it stopped, probably because people knew I wouldn’t agree with their version of you. I’d say the person I know isn’t like that, that the mask you wear was in front of them not me, but was it.
The drama, there was always a drama. You couldn’t ever be at peace with being happy. If there wasn’t drama there, you’d find it. At first I thought you had it hard, but then I realised you liked to make it hard.
You’d always picked drugs over everything else. You got in deeper than me. Your addiction was to harder stuff. But you never took the help offered. You’d send messages late crying your eyes out that something had happened and that you were going out to buy some. I’d offer you a safe space to come, but you always picked the hard road and left yourself in worse situations. You’d pick getting off your face on your own than somewhere where someone genuinely cared about you and wanted to help. You’d leave distraught messages and go off the radar for hours. Never answering a phone call. Asking for help but never taking it. I even sat outside your house a few times because you’d send me a voice message in a mess saying something had happened and you needed help. But you never answered when I called or knocked, then hours later say you were fine now but ignore that I’d tried to get to you when you said you needed me. I offered you help in other ways, NA meetings, rehab, anything I could think of to help. And you’d lie about getting help for sometime until the lie unraveled and the cycle would continue.
You’d surround yourself with the same sort of people, the heavy users who’d do nothing else. You’d tell me how terrible they were, bad mouthing them, but then some of them also considered you a “best friend”. Again being two faced. You never really doing anything to get yourself out of that life. You’d still speak people who left you in terrible situations. I even stopped speaking to people because of what you said they did to you, and you still would. You never had that same respect for yourself.
I’d try make plans with you to do other things, normal things. But every time I’d get a late night/early morning text saying you couldn’t sleep or something had happened so you couldn’t do our plans or had to push them back for hours, until a time they weren’t worth doing. Yet you could always get up early and do things with others. But I guess they were more important to you.
I know you’re an addict, and sometimes can’t help your actions because of that. But so am I, and that why I can’t be around you anymore. I can’t handle the stress, worry and lies, and you’d make me doubt myself in ways I’d never without the things you said. And I need to put myself first.
Our friendship wasn’t all bad. We had some amazing times together, especially in the first few years, but now I’m sober, now I’ve finally given up the last thing clouding my mind 10 years after giving up everything else, I realise that nothing I could ever say or do would help you. And you never thought of me as highly as I thought of you.
And I’m sorry I had to cut the final tie when I know you did need me. I only came back to you because you said you needed me after already cutting ties, but the cycle started again and I knew I couldn’t achieve what I needed to while still going through that same pattern. And I know I wasn’t a perfect friend all the time. And I’m sorry for that too.
You do have a beautiful soul. Despite what I’ve said here there are times you’ve gone out of your way to be there when I needed you. You can do selfless things for others and be very kind and caring. You’re a great artist and creative writer. You can be strong willed and determined and when you put your mind to things you can achieve greatness. I’ve seen you do it. Your laugh and energy can light up a room. You’re a beautiful person, but you don’t let your inside be as beautiful as your outside. when it can be if you let it.
I do hope you find peace and true happiness in life so you don’t need to keep hiding in the darkness you’ve created. Learn to love and respect yourself and give yourself the chance to be the best version of yourself, as shes there somewhere. I’ve seen her.
I’ll always care about you and I’ll miss the friendship we did once have. But I’m sorry, I had to end this cycle.
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But we grew up and grew apart. Our lives took different paths, and I’m sorry I had to end our friendship so I could get fully sober, as really we were never actually sober together and that is what probably bound us together. The high life. And I can’t live that life anymore.
I realised that you never thought of me the same as I thought of you. All those comments about people saying bad things about me to you, it was almost never ending, and why would they do that if you weren’t saying the same things. I always defended you to others. The few times someone said something bad to me about you, I’d stand up for you and after a short time it stopped, probably because people knew I wouldn’t agree with their version of you. I’d say the person I know isn’t like that, that the mask you wear was in front of them not me, but was it.
The drama, there was always a drama. You couldn’t ever be at peace with being happy. If there wasn’t drama there, you’d find it. At first I thought you had it hard, but then I realised you liked to make it hard.
You’d always picked drugs over everything else. You got in deeper than me. Your addiction was to harder stuff. But you never took the help offered. You’d send messages late crying your eyes out that something had happened and that you were going out to buy some. I’d offer you a safe space to come, but you always picked the hard road and left yourself in worse situations. You’d pick getting off your face on your own than somewhere where someone genuinely cared about you and wanted to help. You’d leave distraught messages and go off the radar for hours. Never answering a phone call. Asking for help but never taking it. I even sat outside your house a few times because you’d send me a voice message in a mess saying something had happened and you needed help. But you never answered when I called or knocked, then hours later say you were fine now but ignore that I’d tried to get to you when you said you needed me. I offered you help in other ways, NA meetings, rehab, anything I could think of to help. And you’d lie about getting help for sometime until the lie unraveled and the cycle would continue.
You’d surround yourself with the same sort of people, the heavy users who’d do nothing else. You’d tell me how terrible they were, bad mouthing them, but then some of them also considered you a “best friend”. Again being two faced. You never really doing anything to get yourself out of that life. You’d still speak people who left you in terrible situations. I even stopped speaking to people because of what you said they did to you, and you still would. You never had that same respect for yourself.
I’d try make plans with you to do other things, normal things. But every time I’d get a late night/early morning text saying you couldn’t sleep or something had happened so you couldn’t do our plans or had to push them back for hours, until a time they weren’t worth doing. Yet you could always get up early and do things with others. But I guess they were more important to you.
I know you’re an addict, and sometimes can’t help your actions because of that. But so am I, and that why I can’t be around you anymore. I can’t handle the stress, worry and lies, and you’d make me doubt myself in ways I’d never without the things you said. And I need to put myself first.
Our friendship wasn’t all bad. We had some amazing times together, especially in the first few years, but now I’m sober, now I’ve finally given up the last thing clouding my mind 10 years after giving up everything else, I realise that nothing I could ever say or do would help you. And you never thought of me as highly as I thought of you.
And I’m sorry I had to cut the final tie when I know you did need me. I only came back to you because you said you needed me after already cutting ties, but the cycle started again and I knew I couldn’t achieve what I needed to while still going through that same pattern. And I know I wasn’t a perfect friend all the time. And I’m sorry for that too.
You do have a beautiful soul. Despite what I’ve said here there are times you’ve gone out of your way to be there when I needed you. You can do selfless things for others and be very kind and caring. You’re a great artist and creative writer. You can be strong willed and determined and when you put your mind to things you can achieve greatness. I’ve seen you do it. Your laugh and energy can light up a room. You’re a beautiful person, but you don’t let your inside be as beautiful as your outside. when it can be if you let it.
I do hope you find peace and true happiness in life so you don’t need to keep hiding in the darkness you’ve created. Learn to love and respect yourself and give yourself the chance to be the best version of yourself, as shes there somewhere. I’ve seen her.
I’ll always care about you and I’ll miss the friendship we did once have. But I’m sorry, I had to end this cycle.
2024.05.19 22:16 Competitive_Fun_3370 Should we bring our kid along to our honeymoon vacation?
Hello, we are facing a dilemma. Me and my soon to be husband are getting married this summer and have booked our honeymoon just a few days after. Our daughter will be freshly one year old at the time. The vaccination will take place in Greece. Now, the dilemma.
We have two options here - either take her with ( we have booked her a spot) and chose a kid friendly hotel or leave her with her grandparents at home for a week. Honestly, my logical brain tells me it makes all the sense to leave her at her home, in care of her loving grandparents. On the other hand, we are so used to doing everything with her…she’s such a huge part of our lives and when we’re not with her for more than couple hours, we miss her intensely. I’m worried if we choose so go without her, the whole stay will feel empty and we’ll just be counting days to see her again. Then again if we do take her, we won’t relax much or enjoy the night life, late romantic dinners etc.
What would you do ?
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We have two options here - either take her with ( we have booked her a spot) and chose a kid friendly hotel or leave her with her grandparents at home for a week. Honestly, my logical brain tells me it makes all the sense to leave her at her home, in care of her loving grandparents. On the other hand, we are so used to doing everything with her…she’s such a huge part of our lives and when we’re not with her for more than couple hours, we miss her intensely. I’m worried if we choose so go without her, the whole stay will feel empty and we’ll just be counting days to see her again. Then again if we do take her, we won’t relax much or enjoy the night life, late romantic dinners etc.
What would you do ?
2024.05.19 22:11 Prestigious_Till6543 I need advice on this girl
So I’ve been talking to this girl off and on for 3 months at college. we hung out and few times then we’d make plans and she would cancel or have something come up so I would see her at parties mostly and we’d talk most the party or talk for a minute and then she’d go with her friends but when I talked to her I would ask her why she cancels or is she even trying to talk to me truly and she would say she does want to talk and she would just say I’m playing games or that I’m talking to other girls and she doesn’t like that. But I try to tell her that I’m actually not talking to any other girls. I have a couple friends that are girls but I’m not talking to anybody else so the last party she kinda understood that and we talk for like an hour straight at the party and she hugged me before she left and then since then she’s been hugging me and touching me a lot everytime we hang out or she’ll rest her head on me for a second but then I talked to her before I left school to know where we stood and I asked her for her feelings and she said she doesn’t know and you can tell she was getting flustered or she just didn’t know how to explain her then she said she wants somebody to fit her life so i asked do you know want to be able to fit in your life and she said yeah so I asked do you want me in your future and she said yeah so I was ok well that tells me what I need so I left it at that. So I go home we talk here and there every other day or so, I asked to call her last week and we FaceTimed for a few hours and then I was talking to her sister to while we were on the phone just chilling and then she took a picture of me and her sister was making fun of her and then the girl I’m talking to was like “it was cute ”then the girl was telling her sister that I try to get her to talk about her feelings with me and then her sister was like “good luck with that cause she never knows what she want” which I kinda knew already. but then she was saying she’s tired and she said call me tomorrow when you get home from my workout so I was ok so I texted her when I got home and asked if she was awake cause I sent her a snap and she usually opens it in the morning but she didn’t and then I didn’t hear from her for like 2 hours after and she was like “yeah im awake I just have a headache so I’m laying in bed” so I was oh ok well I can you later if you want to get rid of your headache and she responded 2 hours later saying give me a sec cause I need to go help somebody with something so I was alright just call me later if you want if not like it’s cool so then she had some family stuff going on and she texted me about it. I was confused by how she was saying it like I didn’t know if she was trying to say she can’t call or she just wanted to talk about it. So I was ok like “I get it. You’re good handle what’s going on and if you need to talk I’ll be here or if you need space I can give it to you. You just let me know what you need” she left me on read so I was alright ima just step back from the situation so I didn’t talk to her for a couple days and she goes “wyd” like two nights later and I was nothing really right now but wyd” Nothing back from her So I’m like alright. I text her the next day cause I had a question for her sister and I didn’t want to just call her cause she goes to sleep early sometimes so I texted her like “are you awake still?” Nothing again. The next day I call her just to check in and then she let it ring for awhile and then declined which is fine cause she might be busy but then she don’t call back or text back so I’m like I know you seen it and there’s just no communication and in the mean time she hasn’t really been snapping on Snapchat but like she’s done that since like the last week I was at college. But then also I posted something on my Snapchat last night and then she slid up and was like and she was playful making fun of it cause it was a funny thing so I went back and was playfully making fun of her and then nothing again.
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2024.05.19 22:11 Prestigious_Till6543 I need advice on this girl
So I’ve been talking to this girl off and on for 3 months at college. we hung out and few times then we’d make plans and she would cancel or have something come up so I would see her at parties mostly and we’d talk most the party or talk for a minute and then she’d go with her friends but when I talked to her I would ask her why she cancels or is she even trying to talk to me truly and she would say she does want to talk and she would just say I’m playing games or that I’m talking to other girls and she doesn’t like that. But I try to tell her that I’m actually not talking to any other girls. I have a couple friends that are girls but I’m not talking to anybody else so the last party she kinda understood that and we talk for like an hour straight at the party and she hugged me before she left and then since then she’s been hugging me and touching me a lot everytime we hang out or she’ll rest her head on me for a second but then I talked to her before I left school to know where we stood and I asked her for her feelings and she said she doesn’t know and you can tell she was getting flustered or she just didn’t know how to explain her then she said she wants somebody to fit her life so i asked do you know want to be able to fit in your life and she said yeah so I asked do you want me in your future and she said yeah so I was ok well that tells me what I need so I left it at that. So I go home we talk here and there every other day or so, I asked to call her last week and we FaceTimed for a few hours and then I was talking to her sister to while we were on the phone just chilling and then she took a picture of me and her sister was making fun of her and then the girl I’m talking to was like “it was cute ”then the girl was telling her sister that I try to get her to talk about her feelings with me and then her sister was like “good luck with that cause she never knows what she want” which I kinda knew already. but then she was saying she’s tired and she said call me tomorrow when you get home from my workout so I was ok so I texted her when I got home and asked if she was awake cause I sent her a snap and she usually opens it in the morning but she didn’t and then I didn’t hear from her for like 2 hours after and she was like “yeah im awake I just have a headache so I’m laying in bed” so I was oh ok well I can you later if you want to get rid of your headache and she responded 2 hours later saying give me a sec cause I need to go help somebody with something so I was alright just call me later if you want if not like it’s cool so then she had some family stuff going on and she texted me about it. I was confused by how she was saying it like I didn’t know if she was trying to say she can’t call or she just wanted to talk about it. So I was ok like “I get it. You’re good handle what’s going on and if you need to talk I’ll be here or if you need space I can give it to you. You just let me know what you need” she left me on read so I was alright ima just step back from the situation so I didn’t talk to her for a couple days and she goes “wyd” like two nights later and I was nothing really right now but wyd” Nothing back from her So I’m like alright. I text her the next day cause I had a question for her sister and I didn’t want to just call her cause she goes to sleep early sometimes so I texted her like “are you awake still?” Nothing again. The next day I call her just to check in and then she let it ring for awhile and then declined which is fine cause she might be busy but then she don’t call back or text back so I’m like I know you seen it and there’s just no communication and in the mean time she hasn’t really been snapping on Snapchat but like she’s done that since like the last week I was at college. But then also I posted something on my Snapchat last night and then she slid up and was like and she was playful making fun of it cause it was a funny thing so I went back and was playfully making fun of her and then nothing again.
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2024.05.19 22:10 mahoganyblueberry 3x ghosted tells me to ask him out on a date? What do I make of this situation
So I matched w this guy on the apps, we made plans to go out but it didn’t work. I thought he was working late and had plans w his coworkers.. turns out he just went drinking after a wfh day. So anyway i told him we can do next week but he never replied to me.
I make my app again and he saw my profile because he replied oh this is funny we meet again. So I said no we never met because he didn’t reply. He said he never noticed the message. We actually met up and texted after for 3 days and he disappeared again. From iMessage text
So i unmatched him on hinge and just deleted the account. My friend helped me remake it (2 months after first matching him) and she saw him and wanted to send a like but I told her what happened. She said ok then tell him “ you’re on here” anyway he replied and said “yea, are you gonna invite me out..” and I said “you want me to ask you on a date?” He said “lmk when and I’ll come to your area” idk what that means. My friend thinks he is a cool guy for me, and my other friends agree and I’m reading too much into it. I think im a bit silly for even re matching so many times and I know this may sound childish but I need help
Just to add: I did post about this general situation as it developed but this is where it’s at now and my last thing on it
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I make my app again and he saw my profile because he replied oh this is funny we meet again. So I said no we never met because he didn’t reply. He said he never noticed the message. We actually met up and texted after for 3 days and he disappeared again. From iMessage text
So i unmatched him on hinge and just deleted the account. My friend helped me remake it (2 months after first matching him) and she saw him and wanted to send a like but I told her what happened. She said ok then tell him “ you’re on here” anyway he replied and said “yea, are you gonna invite me out..” and I said “you want me to ask you on a date?” He said “lmk when and I’ll come to your area” idk what that means. My friend thinks he is a cool guy for me, and my other friends agree and I’m reading too much into it. I think im a bit silly for even re matching so many times and I know this may sound childish but I need help
Just to add: I did post about this general situation as it developed but this is where it’s at now and my last thing on it
2024.05.19 22:07 g3thic [F4A][Literate] Jujutsu Kaisen: the Roleplay!
Hello again! I’m not sure if you've read or seen my other posts about roleplays but this one will purely be about Jujutsu Kaisen!
INTRODUCTION
My name is Hina. To know more about me, I was born and raised in Japan and I have been an avid writer ever since I moved to the States when I was 11. My second language is English but I believe it’s been pretty good these days. I recently turned 22 years old and I'm female. Talking about age, I would be comfortable with you being 17+ and preferably at least 20. Roleplaying with minors isn’t a big thing for me, I apologize. I’m in the west coast, PST timezone. Let’s see.. What other information can I give you? I would say I enjoy skating, basketball, watching tv shows and anime, and reading. My favorite anime is Nana and Death Note.
ROLEPLAY
For what i’m looking for, i’d have to say basically anything in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. Perhaps something done in the Shibuya Arc, or even the Culling Games Arc where are our characters are participating. Or maybe something entirely different. I think it would be cool if our characters were strong on their own and everything was set up in the Culling Games Arc, them having to maybe ally or something. But we can also have it be basically them fighting together to make themselves stronger and then fight new enemies as well. I’m down for ideas!
I’m also down for a Modern AU roleplay with the original characters. Maybe an OC x CC or CC x CC in that case!
CHARACTERS
I tend to use character sheets to describe my character, these usually consist of names, background, and personality. More so on appearances, I prefer using animated or drawn references than real life people. I enjoy good enough references where I get the idea of how the character would look like.
The types of characters I write are either the lone wolf type that has some sad past which leads them to want to join someone for a redemption arc or the bubbly character who is the one that brings the mood up and is usually seen as trustworthy and of that kind.
I like all types of tropes, especially enemies to lovers or rivalry. I also really enjoy opposites attract as a whole from either opposite personality or something else they would be opposites in. Enemies to lovers takes my heart, though. I love seeing the characters go past the urge to ultimately hate each other and/or go past their usual way of disliking the others lineage or upcoming.
REQUIREMENT
I think this is my last paragraph on the roleplay. It’s the most important, at least. Requirements. All roleplay searches come with them. Or at least that’s what I heard! But don’t fret, there isn’t much.
I’ve seen this as one of the most used requirements, and I agree with it. As someone who’s first language wasn’t English, I understand that you may not be great at it. But please, I do require a partner that at least has proper use of grammar and punctuation. You don’t even have to use big words or anything, just at least know where to put your periods and the placement of your words.
My second requirement is for you to be LITERATE! Please. I’m a big writer, I tend to ramble on and tend to write more than what I thought I would. (like i’m doing right now) I write multiple paragraphs from the starter until the scene relaxes. I also understand that sometimes writing big blocks of words every response is tiring or boring so I don’t expect it all the time, at least after the starter has been made and in more important scenes. Dialogue also cuts my replies shorter.
Please please please be polite in OOC! We may just be role playing together but kindness goes all ways. If we do include OOC, I enjoy talking about many things. My day, movies, games, funny moments and stories, all of that!
I think that’s the end to this wonderful journey of an ad about my search. I hope you are still here, fellow writer! I would LOVE it if you reached out to me! This wasn’t all for nothing, right!
But don’t leave yet! I do have a passcode. I know this was a jumble of words and rambling but I still have to put one in. I heard that there’s a lot of people on here that don’t read things fully and miss out on rules or information! But.. Just because you read through this all, I’ll gladly give you options on the passcode! Also please put in an introduction of yourself! Don’t think “Oh maybe I shouldn’t bother this person with too much to read”! I like seeing big blocks.
PASSCODE:
What’s your dream country to travel to and why?
OR
Who’s your favorite TV show / Cartoon / Game / Anime character?
Feel free to pick both! Now, that’s all from me. Please don’t put your request as just “Wanna rp”!
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INTRODUCTION
My name is Hina. To know more about me, I was born and raised in Japan and I have been an avid writer ever since I moved to the States when I was 11. My second language is English but I believe it’s been pretty good these days. I recently turned 22 years old and I'm female. Talking about age, I would be comfortable with you being 17+ and preferably at least 20. Roleplaying with minors isn’t a big thing for me, I apologize. I’m in the west coast, PST timezone. Let’s see.. What other information can I give you? I would say I enjoy skating, basketball, watching tv shows and anime, and reading. My favorite anime is Nana and Death Note.
ROLEPLAY
For what i’m looking for, i’d have to say basically anything in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. Perhaps something done in the Shibuya Arc, or even the Culling Games Arc where are our characters are participating. Or maybe something entirely different. I think it would be cool if our characters were strong on their own and everything was set up in the Culling Games Arc, them having to maybe ally or something. But we can also have it be basically them fighting together to make themselves stronger and then fight new enemies as well. I’m down for ideas!
I’m also down for a Modern AU roleplay with the original characters. Maybe an OC x CC or CC x CC in that case!
CHARACTERS
I tend to use character sheets to describe my character, these usually consist of names, background, and personality. More so on appearances, I prefer using animated or drawn references than real life people. I enjoy good enough references where I get the idea of how the character would look like.
The types of characters I write are either the lone wolf type that has some sad past which leads them to want to join someone for a redemption arc or the bubbly character who is the one that brings the mood up and is usually seen as trustworthy and of that kind.
I like all types of tropes, especially enemies to lovers or rivalry. I also really enjoy opposites attract as a whole from either opposite personality or something else they would be opposites in. Enemies to lovers takes my heart, though. I love seeing the characters go past the urge to ultimately hate each other and/or go past their usual way of disliking the others lineage or upcoming.
REQUIREMENT
I think this is my last paragraph on the roleplay. It’s the most important, at least. Requirements. All roleplay searches come with them. Or at least that’s what I heard! But don’t fret, there isn’t much.
I’ve seen this as one of the most used requirements, and I agree with it. As someone who’s first language wasn’t English, I understand that you may not be great at it. But please, I do require a partner that at least has proper use of grammar and punctuation. You don’t even have to use big words or anything, just at least know where to put your periods and the placement of your words.
My second requirement is for you to be LITERATE! Please. I’m a big writer, I tend to ramble on and tend to write more than what I thought I would. (like i’m doing right now) I write multiple paragraphs from the starter until the scene relaxes. I also understand that sometimes writing big blocks of words every response is tiring or boring so I don’t expect it all the time, at least after the starter has been made and in more important scenes. Dialogue also cuts my replies shorter.
Please please please be polite in OOC! We may just be role playing together but kindness goes all ways. If we do include OOC, I enjoy talking about many things. My day, movies, games, funny moments and stories, all of that!
I think that’s the end to this wonderful journey of an ad about my search. I hope you are still here, fellow writer! I would LOVE it if you reached out to me! This wasn’t all for nothing, right!
But don’t leave yet! I do have a passcode. I know this was a jumble of words and rambling but I still have to put one in. I heard that there’s a lot of people on here that don’t read things fully and miss out on rules or information! But.. Just because you read through this all, I’ll gladly give you options on the passcode! Also please put in an introduction of yourself! Don’t think “Oh maybe I shouldn’t bother this person with too much to read”! I like seeing big blocks.
PASSCODE:
What’s your dream country to travel to and why?
OR
Who’s your favorite TV show / Cartoon / Game / Anime character?
Feel free to pick both! Now, that’s all from me. Please don’t put your request as just “Wanna rp”!
- H 💕
2024.05.19 22:07 g3thic [F4A][Literate] Jujutsu Kaisen: the Roleplay!
Hello again! I’m not sure if you've read or seen my other posts about roleplays but this one will purely be about Jujutsu Kaisen!
INTRODUCTION
My name is Hina. To know more about me, I was born and raised in Japan and I have been an avid writer ever since I moved to the States when I was 11. My second language is English but I believe it’s been pretty good these days. I recently turned 22 years old and I'm female. Talking about age, I would be comfortable with you being 17+ and preferably at least 20. Roleplaying with minors isn’t a big thing for me, I apologize. I’m in the west coast, PST timezone. Let’s see.. What other information can I give you? I would say I enjoy skating, basketball, watching tv shows and anime, and reading. My favorite anime is Nana and Death Note.
ROLEPLAY
For what i’m looking for, i’d have to say basically anything in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. Perhaps something done in the Shibuya Arc, or even the Culling Games Arc where are our characters are participating. Or maybe something entirely different. I think it would be cool if our characters were strong on their own and everything was set up in the Culling Games Arc, them having to maybe ally or something. But we can also have it be basically them fighting together to make themselves stronger and then fight new enemies as well. I’m down for ideas!
I’m also down for a Modern AU roleplay with the original characters. Maybe an OC x CC or CC x CC in that case!
CHARACTERS
I tend to use character sheets to describe my character, these usually consist of names, background, and personality. More so on appearances, I prefer using animated or drawn references than real life people. I enjoy good enough references where I get the idea of how the character would look like.
The types of characters I write are either the lone wolf type that has some sad past which leads them to want to join someone for a redemption arc or the bubbly character who is the one that brings the mood up and is usually seen as trustworthy and of that kind.
I like all types of tropes, especially enemies to lovers or rivalry. I also really enjoy opposites attract as a whole from either opposite personality or something else they would be opposites in. Enemies to lovers takes my heart, though. I love seeing the characters go past the urge to ultimately hate each other and/or go past their usual way of disliking the others lineage or upcoming.
REQUIREMENT
I think this is my last paragraph on the roleplay. It’s the most important, at least. Requirements. All roleplay searches come with them. Or at least that’s what I heard! But don’t fret, there isn’t much.
I’ve seen this as one of the most used requirements, and I agree with it. As someone who’s first language wasn’t English, I understand that you may not be great at it. But please, I do require a partner that at least has proper use of grammar and punctuation. You don’t even have to use big words or anything, just at least know where to put your periods and the placement of your words.
My second requirement is for you to be LITERATE! Please. I’m a big writer, I tend to ramble on and tend to write more than what I thought I would. (like i’m doing right now) I write multiple paragraphs from the starter until the scene relaxes. I also understand that sometimes writing big blocks of words every response is tiring or boring so I don’t expect it all the time, at least after the starter has been made and in more important scenes. Dialogue also cuts my replies shorter.
Please please please be polite in OOC! We may just be role playing together but kindness goes all ways. If we do include OOC, I enjoy talking about many things. My day, movies, games, funny moments and stories, all of that!
I think that’s the end to this wonderful journey of an ad about my search. I hope you are still here, fellow writer! I would LOVE it if you reached out to me! This wasn’t all for nothing, right!
But don’t leave yet! I do have a passcode. I know this was a jumble of words and rambling but I still have to put one in. I heard that there’s a lot of people on here that don’t read things fully and miss out on rules or information! But.. Just because you read through this all, I’ll gladly give you options on the passcode! Also please put in an introduction of yourself! Don’t think “Oh maybe I shouldn’t bother this person with too much to read”! I like seeing big blocks.
PASSCODE:
What’s your dream country to travel to and why?
OR
Who’s your favorite TV show / Cartoon / Game / Anime character?
Feel free to pick both! Now, that’s all from me. Please don’t put your request as just “Wanna rp”!
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INTRODUCTION
My name is Hina. To know more about me, I was born and raised in Japan and I have been an avid writer ever since I moved to the States when I was 11. My second language is English but I believe it’s been pretty good these days. I recently turned 22 years old and I'm female. Talking about age, I would be comfortable with you being 17+ and preferably at least 20. Roleplaying with minors isn’t a big thing for me, I apologize. I’m in the west coast, PST timezone. Let’s see.. What other information can I give you? I would say I enjoy skating, basketball, watching tv shows and anime, and reading. My favorite anime is Nana and Death Note.
ROLEPLAY
For what i’m looking for, i’d have to say basically anything in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe. Perhaps something done in the Shibuya Arc, or even the Culling Games Arc where are our characters are participating. Or maybe something entirely different. I think it would be cool if our characters were strong on their own and everything was set up in the Culling Games Arc, them having to maybe ally or something. But we can also have it be basically them fighting together to make themselves stronger and then fight new enemies as well. I’m down for ideas!
I’m also down for a Modern AU roleplay with the original characters. Maybe an OC x CC or CC x CC in that case!
CHARACTERS
I tend to use character sheets to describe my character, these usually consist of names, background, and personality. More so on appearances, I prefer using animated or drawn references than real life people. I enjoy good enough references where I get the idea of how the character would look like.
The types of characters I write are either the lone wolf type that has some sad past which leads them to want to join someone for a redemption arc or the bubbly character who is the one that brings the mood up and is usually seen as trustworthy and of that kind.
I like all types of tropes, especially enemies to lovers or rivalry. I also really enjoy opposites attract as a whole from either opposite personality or something else they would be opposites in. Enemies to lovers takes my heart, though. I love seeing the characters go past the urge to ultimately hate each other and/or go past their usual way of disliking the others lineage or upcoming.
REQUIREMENT
I think this is my last paragraph on the roleplay. It’s the most important, at least. Requirements. All roleplay searches come with them. Or at least that’s what I heard! But don’t fret, there isn’t much.
I’ve seen this as one of the most used requirements, and I agree with it. As someone who’s first language wasn’t English, I understand that you may not be great at it. But please, I do require a partner that at least has proper use of grammar and punctuation. You don’t even have to use big words or anything, just at least know where to put your periods and the placement of your words.
My second requirement is for you to be LITERATE! Please. I’m a big writer, I tend to ramble on and tend to write more than what I thought I would. (like i’m doing right now) I write multiple paragraphs from the starter until the scene relaxes. I also understand that sometimes writing big blocks of words every response is tiring or boring so I don’t expect it all the time, at least after the starter has been made and in more important scenes. Dialogue also cuts my replies shorter.
Please please please be polite in OOC! We may just be role playing together but kindness goes all ways. If we do include OOC, I enjoy talking about many things. My day, movies, games, funny moments and stories, all of that!
I think that’s the end to this wonderful journey of an ad about my search. I hope you are still here, fellow writer! I would LOVE it if you reached out to me! This wasn’t all for nothing, right!
But don’t leave yet! I do have a passcode. I know this was a jumble of words and rambling but I still have to put one in. I heard that there’s a lot of people on here that don’t read things fully and miss out on rules or information! But.. Just because you read through this all, I’ll gladly give you options on the passcode! Also please put in an introduction of yourself! Don’t think “Oh maybe I shouldn’t bother this person with too much to read”! I like seeing big blocks.
PASSCODE:
What’s your dream country to travel to and why?
OR
Who’s your favorite TV show / Cartoon / Game / Anime character?
Feel free to pick both! Now, that’s all from me. Please don’t put your request as just “Wanna rp”!
- H 💕
2024.05.19 22:01 Babynative23 17f Guess who’s back and ready for a connection
Hiii!! Did you stop scrolling??
Did I catch your eye?
Well then let’s not waste time continue to read and let me give you a quick run down of me yeah? 😅
Hi I’m Hannah people call me storm tho
Lesbian 🌈don’t hurt em now but you know I gotta love the ladies-
N e ways 17 years old babyyyy🤭turn 18 in almost 2 months
Ages preferred 16-19 plssss
I love listening to music it’s my life my god😩basically every genre too fav atm is kpop,pop,and jazz
Favorite artists at the moment is Chase Atlantic,Taylor swift,dreamcatcher,Vera Lynn, Kane brown, Alec Benjamin etc..
I’m too hyper for my own good and affectionate sorry if it makes you uncomfy it’s just apart of me the more I get used to you the more compliments and attached I will be goshhhh I really want someone thoughhh
Pls don’t ghost me I’m looking for longterm so if that’s not you kindly scroll :pp
Watching soccer Warning you will get sick of me gushing over emily sonnet and Leah Williamson-
I’m flirty so if it makes you uncomfortable please tell me and I won’t do it im respectful of boundaries 🫡
Boxing/wresting fanatic too I start classes soonnnn
Abit of a hopeless romantic-
Roblox while face time??oh my godddd we literally have too or we could play mine craft and build our beds next to one another🤭🤭
I have other socials so if we hit it off I definitely would like to move to any other social
I have a quest and xbox so if you have any games that you’d recommend I’m always open
Queen of yapping I text a lot like a lot a lot so I need someone on my level
Definitely want someone to fall asleep with on face time like damnnnn I just want a connection
Mixing languages im so sorry it’s a habit learning 5 different languages will get me that way
Good morning and goodnight texts:) even though I wake up at 11am I just won’t miss-
selfies of everything going on in my life don’t you love a active queen?-
The most extroverted introvert you’ll ever meet I’m alittle to hyper but I promise I’ll try not to be annoying lol
I have a kitten named Batman and a dog named queen I love animals so if you have one please share pics!!
Spotify playlist buddies?i will make a playlist for you it’s like a must have in just like that-
Weird nicknames and random meme sends will be a thing
Learning languages,drawing,dancing,singing,getting dem gains-,and reading is my spare time favorite
Im open minded
I live in Louisiana
TW:chaos
Universe and star facts I love geography bubsss
I’m chaotic ok? Hope you can handle abit of chaos sorry for future friends
I really want to get friends to play games like roblox with me or just talk on the phone
If you read this far I love you💍 (jk,,unless??)
I prefer females friends more so sorry males :((I find it easier to connect with females heh
No creeps man or nsfw (do I even need to explain?😃🤨)
And since it’s hard for some people to read lemme put it in bold letters
MEN DO NOT INTERACT I PREFER FEMALES/ DONT SEND JUST HEY INTRODUCE YOUR SELF HUN📍
Conversation starters: What’s your favorite animal and why? If you could have any power for 24hours what would it be? (Send pet pictures) Ask me anything
Sorry for all the yapping
Hope to get to know you mate!!💞💞
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Did I catch your eye?
Well then let’s not waste time continue to read and let me give you a quick run down of me yeah? 😅
Hi I’m Hannah people call me storm tho
Lesbian 🌈don’t hurt em now but you know I gotta love the ladies-
N e ways 17 years old babyyyy🤭turn 18 in almost 2 months
Ages preferred 16-19 plssss
I love listening to music it’s my life my god😩basically every genre too fav atm is kpop,pop,and jazz
Favorite artists at the moment is Chase Atlantic,Taylor swift,dreamcatcher,Vera Lynn, Kane brown, Alec Benjamin etc..
I’m too hyper for my own good and affectionate sorry if it makes you uncomfy it’s just apart of me the more I get used to you the more compliments and attached I will be goshhhh I really want someone thoughhh
Pls don’t ghost me I’m looking for longterm so if that’s not you kindly scroll :pp
Watching soccer Warning you will get sick of me gushing over emily sonnet and Leah Williamson-
I’m flirty so if it makes you uncomfortable please tell me and I won’t do it im respectful of boundaries 🫡
Boxing/wresting fanatic too I start classes soonnnn
Abit of a hopeless romantic-
Roblox while face time??oh my godddd we literally have too or we could play mine craft and build our beds next to one another🤭🤭
I have other socials so if we hit it off I definitely would like to move to any other social
I have a quest and xbox so if you have any games that you’d recommend I’m always open
Queen of yapping I text a lot like a lot a lot so I need someone on my level
Definitely want someone to fall asleep with on face time like damnnnn I just want a connection
Mixing languages im so sorry it’s a habit learning 5 different languages will get me that way
Good morning and goodnight texts:) even though I wake up at 11am I just won’t miss-
selfies of everything going on in my life don’t you love a active queen?-
The most extroverted introvert you’ll ever meet I’m alittle to hyper but I promise I’ll try not to be annoying lol
I have a kitten named Batman and a dog named queen I love animals so if you have one please share pics!!
Spotify playlist buddies?i will make a playlist for you it’s like a must have in just like that-
Weird nicknames and random meme sends will be a thing
Learning languages,drawing,dancing,singing,getting dem gains-,and reading is my spare time favorite
Im open minded
I live in Louisiana
TW:chaos
Universe and star facts I love geography bubsss
I’m chaotic ok? Hope you can handle abit of chaos sorry for future friends
I really want to get friends to play games like roblox with me or just talk on the phone
If you read this far I love you💍 (jk,,unless??)
I prefer females friends more so sorry males :((I find it easier to connect with females heh
No creeps man or nsfw (do I even need to explain?😃🤨)
And since it’s hard for some people to read lemme put it in bold letters
MEN DO NOT INTERACT I PREFER FEMALES/ DONT SEND JUST HEY INTRODUCE YOUR SELF HUN📍
Conversation starters: What’s your favorite animal and why? If you could have any power for 24hours what would it be? (Send pet pictures) Ask me anything
Sorry for all the yapping
Hope to get to know you mate!!💞💞
2024.05.19 22:00 popcodswallop [WTS] VINTAGE • Black and Gold from the Big Four 1910s-20s (Flex-Wet Noodle, Stub): Waterman 92 1/2, 12, 52, 52 in Box, 55 in Box Wahl 72 Parker 20 ED, 16 GF Overlay •
This week’s vintage batch features black hard rubber pens from three of the Big Four American Makers of the 1910s-20s. Nibs range from Flex to Wet Noodle. As always, all are fully restored and ready to write.
ALBUM & TIMESTAMP
Pastable link: https://imgur.com/a/R5fpCKe
Condition (n.b.): All pens listed below have been disassembled, cleaned and restored with new sacs installed in the last couple weeks. Each of these pens is guaranteed to fill and write as designed without leaks or other problems. Nibs have been adjusted when necessary to ensure that all lay down a smooth and consistent line.
THESE PENS HAVE NO CRACKS, CHIPS, PERSONALIZATIONS, LOOSE OR MISSING PARTS, BENT NIBS, MISALIGNED TINES, BROKEN/WORN OFF TIPPING, OR THREADING ISSUES.
Line Widths and Writing Samples: To provide buyers with as much information as possible, I have started to adopt the following line width standards: XXF (.1-.2mm); XF (approx .3mm); F (approx .4mm); M (approx .6mm); B (approx .8mm). Nib flexibility is determined by variation (max line width under pressure) and softness (amount of pressure). Flexibility designations based on variation generally run as follows for an XF/F nib: Semi-Flex (approx. 1mm); Flex (1.2-1.9mm); Superflex (>2mm). All line width measurements are taken with a digital caliper but should be considered approximations providing a general guide. Width may vary slightly depending on type of ink and paper used as well as amount of pressure applied. All writing samples are on Rhodia dot paper using Waterman Serenity Blue.
1. 1920s Waterman 92 1/2 (BCHR, GPT, lever filler, 14k XF Flex nib). This slender (1/2-sized) model is longer than a ring top but slightly shorter than a 52, measuring 4 3/4” capped and 6” posted. Not to be confused with the later, celluloid 92, this 92 1/2 is made of black chased hard rubber with gold-plated trim. It’s the first I’ve ever encountered. Cap came clipless from the factory (no holes drilled for a clip), but has been outfitted with a gold-plated accommodation clip. Based on its absence from US catalogues, I believe this model was made strictly for foreign export. The barrel has a Canadian imprint while the nib reads “Ideal / England,” it being a common practice for Waterman’s Canadian pens to be finished in England. That 14k nib is a Flexible writer (note change from writing sample after taking measurement. It lays down a smooth and consistent XF line that widens to a 3B+ (approx 1.8mm) under moderate pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Thin hairlines and reliable flow over its full range of flex make it a great choice for shaded writing. Condition: fine [C]. This pen has no functional flaws but does show some use. Hard rubber is an even dark chocolate color – still much darker than the brown these can turn. Chasing is significantly yet evenly weakened across the cap and barrel. Hard rubber surface is smooth with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes. Gold-plating on the lever has a sliver of brassing in the center and parts of the clip look tarnished, though I’m not sure this amounts to full-fledged brassing. Manufacturer imprint on barrel and number stamp on barrel end are weakened but fully legible. An affordable user and a lovely writer for those wondering at what all the fuss is about early Watermans. Price: $150
2. 1910s Waterman 12 Eyedropper (BCHR, German Silver clip, eyedropper filler, 14k F Superflex nib). This full-sized model measures 5 1/8” capped. This slip-cap eyedropper is made of black chased hard rubber with a rivet clip marked “German Silver” – less common than the standard nickel clips. This pen is an eyedropper. The section unscrews for the barrel to filled using an eyedroppepipette – holds far more ink than a lever filler of the same size. My usual caveats about early eyedroppers apply here. If carried, it is not uncommon to find a little ink on the nib or in the cap. Super-Flexible 14k Ideal NY #2 nib lays down a smooth and consistent F line that widens to a 4B+ (approx 2.5mm) under light pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Easy variation and reliably wet flow over its full range of flex make it a great choice for calligraphic writing styles such as Copperplate and Spencerian. Condition: excellent- [B-]. Hard rubber of the cap is dark black with virtually no fading but center of barrel shows fading to dark chocolate under certain lights. Chasing on cap is sharp and deep but barrel chasing is very light and only visible when the light strikes it. German Silver clip is pristine with no brassing or other notable wear. Hard rubber surface is smooth with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes. Manufacturer imprint on barrel is weak but mostly legible while number stamp on barrel-end is all but worn away. Price: $190 [ON HOLD]
3. c.1918 Waterman 52 (BCHR, NPT w/ Sterling Silver clip, lever filler, 14k XXF Needlepoint Superflex nib). This full-sized model measures 5 5/16” capped. A nice example of Waterman’s celebrated workhorse made of black chased hard rubber with a sterling silver Ideal accommodation clip with “Waterman’s / Made in France” stamped on one side and a hallmark that reads “GP” on the other side (DETAIL PHOTO). This pen came clipless from the factory (no holes drilled for a rivet clip). Super-Flexible 14k Ideal NY #2 nib has a needlepoint width and superb snap-back that gives it a surgically precise feel when writing. It lays down a smooth and consistent XXF line that widens to a 4B+ (approx 2.2mm) under light pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Insanely responsive snap-back, needlepoint hairlines, and reliable flow over its full range of flex make it another excellent choice for calligraphic writing styles such as Copperplate and Spencerian. Condition: excellent [B]. Hard rubber retains its dark black color with virtually no fading. Chasing is weakened a bit yet readily visible over the cap and barrel. Hard rubber surface is smooth with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes. Manufacturer imprint on barrel is quite weak and only partly legible while number stamp on barrel-end is deep and fully legible. Price: $260 SOLD
4. c.1918 Waterman 52 in Box (BCHR, NPT, lever filler, 14k M/B Superflex Factory Stub nib). This full-sized model measures 5 5/16” capped. This pen comes in its original factory box with 5-page pamphlet including care and filling instructions as well as other offerings from Waterman (BOX PHOTO). It’s a clean 52 made of black chased hard rubber with nickel-plated trim including earlier, wide rivet clip. 14k Ideal #2 nib is a Super-Flexible Factory Stub that manages to deliver sharp unflexed variation without compromising smoothness. Under normal pressure it lays down a smooth and consistent M/B line (approx .7mm) on the down-strokes and XF line on the cross-strokes. And the line widens to a 4B+ (approx 2.0mm) under light pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE – note change in flex grade after measuring). A versatile nib whose responsive snap-back, easy variation, and reliable flow over its full range of flex make it well suited to shaded notes under normal pressure and calligraphic writing styles under flex, the Stub grind keeping one’s letterforms neat and straight. Condition: excellent+ [B+]. This pen and the one below came from an estate of someone who seems to have purchased these pens, wrote with them a few times, then stowed them away in their boxes. This one is definitely collector-grade, having seen very little use. Hard rubber retains its dark black color with no discernible fading. Chasing is evenly sharp and crisp. Hard rubber surface is smooth with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes. Manufacturer imprint on barrel and number stamp on barrel-end are deep and fully legible. Box is in sound condition with no torn ends but original owner managed somehow to burn a couple small holes in the paperwork. A boxed 52 with an uncommon nib in uncommonly clean condition. Price: $310 SOLD
5. c.1918 Waterman 55 in Box (BCHR, NPT, lever filler, 14k XF Flex/Superflex nib). This oversized model has a thick girth and measures 5 1/2” capped. This pen comes in its original factory box with 5-page pamphlet including care and filling instructions as well as other offerings from Waterman (BOX PHOTO). This pen is made of black chased hard rubber with nickel-plated trim including earlier, wide rivet clip. Commensurably oversized Ideal NY #5 nib yields Super-Flexible variation with Flexible softness. It lays down a smooth and consistent XF line that widens to a 4B+ (approx 2.1mm) under moderate pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE – note change in flex grade after measuring). Condition: excellent+/near mint [B+]. This pen came from the same estate as the 52 above and also resembles an artifact of a time capsule. Hard rubber retains its factory black color with no discernible fading. Chasing is factory sharp and crisp. Hard rubber surface is smooth with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes. Manufacturer imprint on barrel and number stamp on barrel-end are deep and fully legible. Box is in sound condition with no torn ends but original owner managed somehow to burn some small holes in the paperwork for this one as well. These big fellas are getting tougher to find, especially in this condition. Price: $440 SOLD
6. c.1921 Wahl Pen 72 (BCHR, NPT, lever filler, 14k XXF Superflex nib). This standard sized model measures 5 3/16” capped. Having purchased the assets of the Boston Fountain Pen Company, Wahl began manufacturing fountain pens in 1917. Wahl’s first pens were essentially rebranded Bostons and Tempoints (a NY company they acquired in 1918). The first full-fledged Wahls, dubbed simply “The Wahl Pen,” rolled off out of the factory in 1921. This 72 one of those pens. Its’s made of black chased hard rubber complemented by nickel-plated trim including Wahl’s patented roller-clip. The Wahl Pen is chiefly distinguished from earlier designs by its patented Wahl lever with apexed center. Super-Flexible 14k Wahl Pen #2 nib is a lovely writer. It lays down a smooth and consistent XF line that widens to a 4B+ (approx 2.4mm) under light pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Needlepoint hairlines, superbly responsive snap-back, and reliable flow over its full range of flex make it another great choice for calligraphic writing styles. Condition: excellent/near mint [B+]. Hard rubber retains its factory black color with virtually no fading/oxidation. Chasing is factory deep and crisp with no discernible wear. Surface is smooth and lustrous with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes. Nickel-plated trim is exceptionally clean with no brassing or other noteworthy blemishes apart from light scratching to the clip. Manufacturer imprint on barrel and number stamp on barrel-end are deep and fully legible. Price: $280
7. 1910s Parker Lucky Curve 20 (smooth BHR, eyedropper filler, 14k XF/F Superflex/Wet Noodle nib). This full-sized model measures 5 5/16” capped. Parker collectors know all too well how much harder it is to find early Parker eyedroppers compared to say, Waterman 12s. This simple, utilitarian Lucky Curve eyedropper from the early teens is made of smooth, black hard rubber. Slip cap came clipless from the factory (no holes drilled for a clip). Long Lucky Curve feed is intact. This pen is an eyedropper. The section unscrews for the barrel to filled using an eyedroppepipette – holds far more ink than a lever filler of the same size. My usual caveats about early eyedroppers apply here. If carried, it is not uncommon to find a little ink on the nib or in the cap. Early 14k Lucky Curve #2 nib with teardrop breather hole yields Super-Flexible variation with softness and flow verging on that of a Wet Noodle (comparable to a soft dip pen nib). It lays down a smooth and consistent XF/F line that widens to a 4B+ (approx 2.4mm) under very light pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Thin hairlines with a light hand, strong snap-back, and reliable flow over its full range of flex make it another great choice for calligraphic writing styles such as Copperplate and Spencerian. Condition: excellent [B]. Black hard rubber retains its factory black color apart from minor fading to a deep, dark brown on the barrel visible under certain lights. Surface is smooth and lustrous with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes aside from a group of short scratches to the left of the imprint (see imprints photo). Nib shows a small scuff here and there and a scratch on one tine that has no effect on durability or performance. Manufacturer imprint on barrel and number stamp on barrel-end are deep and fully legible. A lovely writer and the first example of one of these I’ve ever offered. Price: $270 SOLD
8. c.1915 Parker 16 Overlay (gold-filled over BHR, button filler, 14k XF Wet Noodle nib). Measures 4 5/8" capped and 6” posted. While Waterman overlays of this period aren't particularly common, they're far more numerous than their Parker counterparts today. Parker overlays like this one were commissioned to the George W. Heath company in New York, who is credited for some of the finer overlays on early Watermans and Conklins as well. The gold-filled filigree over this black hard rubber ringtop features an exquisitely hand-engraved Art Nouveau pattern as well as an indicia on the barrel for engraving. The pattern is the earlier, more intricate design that's more sought after than the simpler Art Deco pattern of the later 1910s-20s. Barrel overlay is stamped "Parker Fountain Pen" along with patent dates from 1891 and 1905. Pen has an Xmas tree, Lucky Curve feed and knurled blindcap unscrews to reveal brass button for filling. To fill, one simply unscrews the blind cap, submerses the nib, and depresses the brass button once. The fine workmanship of this pen is complemented by an early 14k Lucky Curve #3 nib, a scarce “Lazy S” variant with long tines. The nib is a Wet Noodle with softness, variation, and flow comparable to that of a dip pen nib. It lays down a smooth and consistent XF line that widens to a 4B+ (approx 2.5mm) under minimal pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Another nib with astonishingly responsive snap-back giving it a precision feel and you maximum control over the line. Together with its thin hairlines and reliable flow over its full range of flex, this makes for an ideal choice for calligraphic writing styles. Condition: excellent+ [B+]. Overlay shows no brassing, dents, or other notable flaws aside from some pin-sized dings confined to the knurled portion around the top of the cap. Hard rubber retains its dark black color with scarcely any fading. Knurling of blind cap isn’t quite as sharp as it once was and number stamp on barrel-end is faint but legible under bright light. Manufacturer imprint on barrel is deep and fully legible. Price: $380 SOLD
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Condition (n.b.): All pens listed below have been disassembled, cleaned and restored with new sacs installed in the last couple weeks. Each of these pens is guaranteed to fill and write as designed without leaks or other problems. Nibs have been adjusted when necessary to ensure that all lay down a smooth and consistent line.
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Line Widths and Writing Samples: To provide buyers with as much information as possible, I have started to adopt the following line width standards: XXF (.1-.2mm); XF (approx .3mm); F (approx .4mm); M (approx .6mm); B (approx .8mm). Nib flexibility is determined by variation (max line width under pressure) and softness (amount of pressure). Flexibility designations based on variation generally run as follows for an XF/F nib: Semi-Flex (approx. 1mm); Flex (1.2-1.9mm); Superflex (>2mm). All line width measurements are taken with a digital caliper but should be considered approximations providing a general guide. Width may vary slightly depending on type of ink and paper used as well as amount of pressure applied. All writing samples are on Rhodia dot paper using Waterman Serenity Blue.
1. 1920s Waterman 92 1/2 (BCHR, GPT, lever filler, 14k XF Flex nib). This slender (1/2-sized) model is longer than a ring top but slightly shorter than a 52, measuring 4 3/4” capped and 6” posted. Not to be confused with the later, celluloid 92, this 92 1/2 is made of black chased hard rubber with gold-plated trim. It’s the first I’ve ever encountered. Cap came clipless from the factory (no holes drilled for a clip), but has been outfitted with a gold-plated accommodation clip. Based on its absence from US catalogues, I believe this model was made strictly for foreign export. The barrel has a Canadian imprint while the nib reads “Ideal / England,” it being a common practice for Waterman’s Canadian pens to be finished in England. That 14k nib is a Flexible writer (note change from writing sample after taking measurement. It lays down a smooth and consistent XF line that widens to a 3B+ (approx 1.8mm) under moderate pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Thin hairlines and reliable flow over its full range of flex make it a great choice for shaded writing. Condition: fine [C]. This pen has no functional flaws but does show some use. Hard rubber is an even dark chocolate color – still much darker than the brown these can turn. Chasing is significantly yet evenly weakened across the cap and barrel. Hard rubber surface is smooth with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes. Gold-plating on the lever has a sliver of brassing in the center and parts of the clip look tarnished, though I’m not sure this amounts to full-fledged brassing. Manufacturer imprint on barrel and number stamp on barrel end are weakened but fully legible. An affordable user and a lovely writer for those wondering at what all the fuss is about early Watermans. Price: $150
2. 1910s Waterman 12 Eyedropper (BCHR, German Silver clip, eyedropper filler, 14k F Superflex nib). This full-sized model measures 5 1/8” capped. This slip-cap eyedropper is made of black chased hard rubber with a rivet clip marked “German Silver” – less common than the standard nickel clips. This pen is an eyedropper. The section unscrews for the barrel to filled using an eyedroppepipette – holds far more ink than a lever filler of the same size. My usual caveats about early eyedroppers apply here. If carried, it is not uncommon to find a little ink on the nib or in the cap. Super-Flexible 14k Ideal NY #2 nib lays down a smooth and consistent F line that widens to a 4B+ (approx 2.5mm) under light pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Easy variation and reliably wet flow over its full range of flex make it a great choice for calligraphic writing styles such as Copperplate and Spencerian. Condition: excellent- [B-]. Hard rubber of the cap is dark black with virtually no fading but center of barrel shows fading to dark chocolate under certain lights. Chasing on cap is sharp and deep but barrel chasing is very light and only visible when the light strikes it. German Silver clip is pristine with no brassing or other notable wear. Hard rubber surface is smooth with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes. Manufacturer imprint on barrel is weak but mostly legible while number stamp on barrel-end is all but worn away. Price: $190 [ON HOLD]
6. c.1921 Wahl Pen 72 (BCHR, NPT, lever filler, 14k XXF Superflex nib). This standard sized model measures 5 3/16” capped. Having purchased the assets of the Boston Fountain Pen Company, Wahl began manufacturing fountain pens in 1917. Wahl’s first pens were essentially rebranded Bostons and Tempoints (a NY company they acquired in 1918). The first full-fledged Wahls, dubbed simply “The Wahl Pen,” rolled off out of the factory in 1921. This 72 one of those pens. Its’s made of black chased hard rubber complemented by nickel-plated trim including Wahl’s patented roller-clip. The Wahl Pen is chiefly distinguished from earlier designs by its patented Wahl lever with apexed center. Super-Flexible 14k Wahl Pen #2 nib is a lovely writer. It lays down a smooth and consistent XF line that widens to a 4B+ (approx 2.4mm) under light pressure (see WRITING SAMPLE). Needlepoint hairlines, superbly responsive snap-back, and reliable flow over its full range of flex make it another great choice for calligraphic writing styles. Condition: excellent/near mint [B+]. Hard rubber retains its factory black color with virtually no fading/oxidation. Chasing is factory deep and crisp with no discernible wear. Surface is smooth and lustrous with no deep scratches or other notable blemishes. Nickel-plated trim is exceptionally clean with no brassing or other noteworthy blemishes apart from light scratching to the clip. Manufacturer imprint on barrel and number stamp on barrel-end are deep and fully legible. Price: $280
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2024.05.19 21:58 Krw123 Fallout lore Head cannon/ proposal for A Fallout 5
To preface this is a narrative of the fallout lore both established in all the fallout games and many of the popular mods created for both new Vegas, fallout 3 and fallout 4 and a subsequent idea for a fallout 5 title that I wrote and wanted to get opinions on.
If you think this is cool lmk, if you think this sucks lmk. I’m just interested in sharing my own ideas with the wider fallout community.
After the events of Fallout: New Vegas, and the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, the NCR's military and infrastructure were severely weakened after destroying the Legion. Sensing an opportunity for mutual benefit the West Coast Brotherhood of Steel reached out to the Mojave chapter, where, under the leadership of Elder McNamera, the NCR and Brotherhood reached an agreement and official peace pact between the two groups, which culminated in the brotherhood becoming an official autonomous part of the NCR.
The West Coast Airship docks within the Strip, which was under the control of the Courier and member of the Mojave chapter. The West Coast reintegrated the Mojave chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel and uses the Strip as a base of operations. Leveraging their advanced technology and military prowess, they quickly gain the upper hand in engagements against the remaining enemies of the NCR.
Around the same time, the BOS received reports that a massive sandstorm was approaching New Vegas. They did not share this information with the public, and instead began to outline evacuation procedures.
Five years after the expedition and experiments something went terribly wrong. It is implied that a disgruntled Vault 21 custodian may have intentionally sabotaged the Lucky 38 laboratory, causing a new Cloud to form over the Strip. This cloud was far more lethal and corrosive than the Cloud of the Sierra Madre. The corrosive capabilities even hindered the BOS power armor as the metal would be gradually eaten away by the cloud.
As the Cloud descended upon New Vegas, panic engulfed the Strip and Freeside. Riots and violence broke out. Miss communications between the directives of the BOS and NCR resulted in troopers executing innocent civilians in the streets. In response, the Kings rebelled against the NCR, while also aiding in an evacuation of Freeside, saving countless lives. The Followers of the Apocalypse were forced to abandon the Old Mormon Fort. The Airship of the Western Brotherhood attempted to evacuate all BOS personnel and any relevant technology from the strip before returning to Lost Hills. This resulted in some squads of the BOS being forced to take up residency within the casinos of the strip and vault 21. The NCR locked the gates to the Strip, with all civilians inside. The rebels led by the kings were forced out of and under the city, to the Sewers below. The BOS left in Vault 21 have been desperately trying to chisel away at the concrete within the vault in the hopes of tunneling back to Hidden valley.
NCR troops then dumped radioactive waste into the Sewers to kill any survivors, before fleeing the city themselves. Eventually, the situation became so bad that NCR General Lee Oliver ordered an evacuation of all NCR personnel from New Vegas via the Strip Monorail.
These events nullified the BOS and NCR treaty resulting in BOS forces seizing locations across the Mojave that had the capability to keep them safe from the cloud while also engaging in Guerilla warfare tactics against the NCR.
The city would ultimately fall to the Cloud and to the dust storms that blew in from the West. While some survivors attempted to take shelter in the Strip's casinos they were met with the business ends of BOS laser rifles. Those who did not head for the casinos were not so lucky, as anyone who wasn’t immediately killed by the Cloud became Ghosts and cloud victims, while others died slowly of radiation poisoning and exposure.
While New Vegas fell to the Cloud, a massive radioactive dust storm engulfed the rest of the Mojave Wasteland, causing widespread devastation. Whole settlements and towns were evacuated or otherwise destroyed. One settlement in particular, Goodsprings, was struck by an unknown form of plague, killing most of its residents and turning the once-prosperous community into a Ghost Towns.
Other areas, such as Boulder City, attempted to protect themselves with the same suits worn by Ghost people in Vegas and the Sierra Madre, ultimately becoming trapped themselves. To make matters worse, the Tunnelers from the Divide eventually burrowed through to the Mojave Wasteland, As predicted by Ulysses. causing even more death and destruction. The dust storms blotted out the Sun, allowing the Tunnelers to hunt by day, killing off most of the native animal population in the Mojave.
The effects of the Fall would spread as far out as Zion Valley, where spore carriers from Vault 22 ran wild, alongside another strange, terrible creature, dubbed the Wendigo by the tribals within the valley.
After the fall, little remained of the old Mojave Wasteland. Once-powerful factions such as, The Great Khans, and Powder Gangers were either wiped out or dissolved into roaming gangs of Tribals and Survivors. The Western Brotherhood which had resided in the strips cohesion collapsed as its members lost contact with the surrounding Casinos and vault 21.
Cannibalism became rampant, as people did whatever they could to survive. The NCR remained in control of various locations such as Camp Golf, Hoover Dam, Camp McCarran and Nellis AFB. Those fortunate enough to evacuate the Mojave mostly wound up at Camp Adytum, an NCFollowers refugee center in the Boneyard, however they were quickly drafted and sent to the now ongoing BOS and NCR conflict.
The NCR would eventually launch expeditions into the ruins of New Vegas, presumably to acquire materials left over from the Lucky 38 laboratories. However, none of these expeditions were successful, and the NCR soon abandoned all attempts to return to New Vegas, with only the Royst-Bernard Expedition consisting of rogue NCR scientific and military personnel returning in an attempt to succeed, where regular NCR failed.
The Enclave embarked on a bold experiment, merging their iconic power armor technology with the synthetic advancements of the Institute. The result was the creation of a new breed of soldiers: Power Armored Synths or PAS.
These hybrid warriors combined the resilience and strength of power armor with the versatility and adaptability of synthetic intelligence. Clad in imposing power armor suits, these Synths were capable of executing complex military maneuvers, engaging enemies with precision and force.
Under the banner of the Enclave, this new army of PAS’s became the vanguard of their expansionist ambitions, striking fear into the hearts of any who knew of their existence. The Enclave took a page from the Institute by beginning to kidnap high-ranking members of the Railroad, Brotherhood of Steel, and Minutemen, replacing them with Synth sleeper agents who would corrupt the organization of the Commonwealth and East Coast Brotherhood to weaken them for an Enclave assault. This culminated in the Enclave assault on the Prydwen, forcing Elder Maxson to retreat back to the Capital Wasteland.
A squad of the Chicago-based Midwest Brotherhood intercepts a transmission from the East Coast Brotherhood, calling for aid from the West Coast Brotherhood in a last-ditch effort to defend the Capital Wasteland from the Commonwealth-based Enclave assault.
Our character, a Midwest Brotherhood Paladin dubbed the Major, must traverse the Midwest, gaining new allies and attempting to mend the fractured Midwest Brotherhood to aid in the coming conflict. Our character must also fix up a convoy to traverse the wasteland of the Midwest in order to make it to the East Coast. Various quests and side quests will provide the character with allies and further supplies for the coming conflict and further cement the Midwest Brotherhood's position within the region.
Once the player believes they have gathered their small army sufficiently and created their convoy, they embark on a journey towards the East. Along the way, they are intercepted by Enclave and Super Mutant forces. Upon entering into the Capital Wasteland, the general's forces link up with what’s left of the East Coast Brotherhood who have been hiding out in Rockopolis after the Citadel was infiltrated and taken over by the Enclave. DC now acts as the front lines of a war yet again between the Enclave, Brotherhood, and a new faction in the wasteland called the Behemoths, an organized and somewhat intelligent super mutant group led by an intelligent mutant named Osiris, who was once a member of the Master's army. Osiris united the D.C. Mutants and launched his own series of attacks on the Brotherhood when the Enclave took hold of the Citadel.
Along the way, we meet a one-armed Three Dog who barely survived the Enclave bombing of the GNR building but has since set up shop in Broadcast Tower KTB with a small contingent of Brotherhood Paladins who aided against the Enclave, rescuing Three Dog.
As the Major and the elders plot out a plan to assault the Enclave at the Citadel.
Mid west Factions: 1. Brotherhood of Steel (Midwest Chapter): - The player's faction, focused on preserving pre-war technology and knowledge. - Known for their advanced technology and power armor. - Initially, they prioritize their interests but may assist others if it aligns with their goals.
If the player chooses to side with the poplars/ Brotherhood the trees will continue to spread at a rate of 1 mile for every 24 real world hours that pass in game.
If the player helps the enclave they will be tasked with infiltrating the original Oasis and burning Harold alive, and the trees will dwindle at the same rate until the oasis is fully gone.
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From Lone-wanderer to the courier (TTW tie in)After the events of Fallout 3, the Lone Wanderer, having no family and no place left to truly call home, gathered up his companions and headed west to start a new life. Over the next 4 years, the Lone Wanderer lived in the west with many of his former companions going their separate ways. The Lone Wanderer began working as a courier, known as Courier 6. There, he had a particularly bad run-in with a man named Benny, who introduced him to a bullet. The damage done to the Lone Wanderer caused him to lose his memories of his past. Thus, he became the courier.
After the events of Fallout: New Vegas, and the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, the NCR's military and infrastructure were severely weakened after destroying the Legion. Sensing an opportunity for mutual benefit the West Coast Brotherhood of Steel reached out to the Mojave chapter, where, under the leadership of Elder McNamera, the NCR and Brotherhood reached an agreement and official peace pact between the two groups, which culminated in the brotherhood becoming an official autonomous part of the NCR.
The West Coast Airship docks within the Strip, which was under the control of the Courier and member of the Mojave chapter. The West Coast reintegrated the Mojave chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel and uses the Strip as a base of operations. Leveraging their advanced technology and military prowess, they quickly gain the upper hand in engagements against the remaining enemies of the NCR.
The Coming Storm (Dust tie in)Some time after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam and the BOS occupation of the strip joint expedition teams of the BOS AND NCR discovered the Sierra Madre Casino, as well as the mysterious and deadly cloud. The NCR and BOS scientists conducted experiments with the Cloud, bringing both massive samples of Cloud Residue and corpses of Ghost People back to the Mojave. Many of these experiments were conducted in a makeshift laboratory set up in the lobby of the Lucky 38 casino. Though the full nature of the experiments are unknown, it is implied that the participants involved were considered criminals to the NCR and the nature of the experiments were brutal, sadistic, and inhumane.
Around the same time, the BOS received reports that a massive sandstorm was approaching New Vegas. They did not share this information with the public, and instead began to outline evacuation procedures.
Five years after the expedition and experiments something went terribly wrong. It is implied that a disgruntled Vault 21 custodian may have intentionally sabotaged the Lucky 38 laboratory, causing a new Cloud to form over the Strip. This cloud was far more lethal and corrosive than the Cloud of the Sierra Madre. The corrosive capabilities even hindered the BOS power armor as the metal would be gradually eaten away by the cloud.
As the Cloud descended upon New Vegas, panic engulfed the Strip and Freeside. Riots and violence broke out. Miss communications between the directives of the BOS and NCR resulted in troopers executing innocent civilians in the streets. In response, the Kings rebelled against the NCR, while also aiding in an evacuation of Freeside, saving countless lives. The Followers of the Apocalypse were forced to abandon the Old Mormon Fort. The Airship of the Western Brotherhood attempted to evacuate all BOS personnel and any relevant technology from the strip before returning to Lost Hills. This resulted in some squads of the BOS being forced to take up residency within the casinos of the strip and vault 21. The NCR locked the gates to the Strip, with all civilians inside. The rebels led by the kings were forced out of and under the city, to the Sewers below. The BOS left in Vault 21 have been desperately trying to chisel away at the concrete within the vault in the hopes of tunneling back to Hidden valley.
NCR troops then dumped radioactive waste into the Sewers to kill any survivors, before fleeing the city themselves. Eventually, the situation became so bad that NCR General Lee Oliver ordered an evacuation of all NCR personnel from New Vegas via the Strip Monorail.
These events nullified the BOS and NCR treaty resulting in BOS forces seizing locations across the Mojave that had the capability to keep them safe from the cloud while also engaging in Guerilla warfare tactics against the NCR.
The city would ultimately fall to the Cloud and to the dust storms that blew in from the West. While some survivors attempted to take shelter in the Strip's casinos they were met with the business ends of BOS laser rifles. Those who did not head for the casinos were not so lucky, as anyone who wasn’t immediately killed by the Cloud became Ghosts and cloud victims, while others died slowly of radiation poisoning and exposure.
While New Vegas fell to the Cloud, a massive radioactive dust storm engulfed the rest of the Mojave Wasteland, causing widespread devastation. Whole settlements and towns were evacuated or otherwise destroyed. One settlement in particular, Goodsprings, was struck by an unknown form of plague, killing most of its residents and turning the once-prosperous community into a Ghost Towns.
Other areas, such as Boulder City, attempted to protect themselves with the same suits worn by Ghost people in Vegas and the Sierra Madre, ultimately becoming trapped themselves. To make matters worse, the Tunnelers from the Divide eventually burrowed through to the Mojave Wasteland, As predicted by Ulysses. causing even more death and destruction. The dust storms blotted out the Sun, allowing the Tunnelers to hunt by day, killing off most of the native animal population in the Mojave.
The effects of the Fall would spread as far out as Zion Valley, where spore carriers from Vault 22 ran wild, alongside another strange, terrible creature, dubbed the Wendigo by the tribals within the valley.
After the fall, little remained of the old Mojave Wasteland. Once-powerful factions such as, The Great Khans, and Powder Gangers were either wiped out or dissolved into roaming gangs of Tribals and Survivors. The Western Brotherhood which had resided in the strips cohesion collapsed as its members lost contact with the surrounding Casinos and vault 21.
Cannibalism became rampant, as people did whatever they could to survive. The NCR remained in control of various locations such as Camp Golf, Hoover Dam, Camp McCarran and Nellis AFB. Those fortunate enough to evacuate the Mojave mostly wound up at Camp Adytum, an NCFollowers refugee center in the Boneyard, however they were quickly drafted and sent to the now ongoing BOS and NCR conflict.
The NCR would eventually launch expeditions into the ruins of New Vegas, presumably to acquire materials left over from the Lucky 38 laboratories. However, none of these expeditions were successful, and the NCR soon abandoned all attempts to return to New Vegas, with only the Royst-Bernard Expedition consisting of rogue NCR scientific and military personnel returning in an attempt to succeed, where regular NCR failed.
The Patriot at Heart (America Rising 2 tie-in)In the aftermath of the events of Fallout 3, the remnants of the Enclave fled north into the Commonwealth where they waited in hiding for 10 years. After the events of Fallout 4, the Lone Survivor helped revive the Enclave and ultimately forced the Institute into being folded into the Enclave, bringing their advanced technology and expertise in synth creation under one banner.
The Enclave embarked on a bold experiment, merging their iconic power armor technology with the synthetic advancements of the Institute. The result was the creation of a new breed of soldiers: Power Armored Synths or PAS.
These hybrid warriors combined the resilience and strength of power armor with the versatility and adaptability of synthetic intelligence. Clad in imposing power armor suits, these Synths were capable of executing complex military maneuvers, engaging enemies with precision and force.
Under the banner of the Enclave, this new army of PAS’s became the vanguard of their expansionist ambitions, striking fear into the hearts of any who knew of their existence. The Enclave took a page from the Institute by beginning to kidnap high-ranking members of the Railroad, Brotherhood of Steel, and Minutemen, replacing them with Synth sleeper agents who would corrupt the organization of the Commonwealth and East Coast Brotherhood to weaken them for an Enclave assault. This culminated in the Enclave assault on the Prydwen, forcing Elder Maxson to retreat back to the Capital Wasteland.
Fallout 5: TacticsThe year is 2300, 13 years after the events of Fallout 4.
A squad of the Chicago-based Midwest Brotherhood intercepts a transmission from the East Coast Brotherhood, calling for aid from the West Coast Brotherhood in a last-ditch effort to defend the Capital Wasteland from the Commonwealth-based Enclave assault.
Our character, a Midwest Brotherhood Paladin dubbed the Major, must traverse the Midwest, gaining new allies and attempting to mend the fractured Midwest Brotherhood to aid in the coming conflict. Our character must also fix up a convoy to traverse the wasteland of the Midwest in order to make it to the East Coast. Various quests and side quests will provide the character with allies and further supplies for the coming conflict and further cement the Midwest Brotherhood's position within the region.
Once the player believes they have gathered their small army sufficiently and created their convoy, they embark on a journey towards the East. Along the way, they are intercepted by Enclave and Super Mutant forces. Upon entering into the Capital Wasteland, the general's forces link up with what’s left of the East Coast Brotherhood who have been hiding out in Rockopolis after the Citadel was infiltrated and taken over by the Enclave. DC now acts as the front lines of a war yet again between the Enclave, Brotherhood, and a new faction in the wasteland called the Behemoths, an organized and somewhat intelligent super mutant group led by an intelligent mutant named Osiris, who was once a member of the Master's army. Osiris united the D.C. Mutants and launched his own series of attacks on the Brotherhood when the Enclave took hold of the Citadel.
Along the way, we meet a one-armed Three Dog who barely survived the Enclave bombing of the GNR building but has since set up shop in Broadcast Tower KTB with a small contingent of Brotherhood Paladins who aided against the Enclave, rescuing Three Dog.
As the Major and the elders plot out a plan to assault the Enclave at the Citadel.
Mid west Factions: 1. Brotherhood of Steel (Midwest Chapter): - The player's faction, focused on preserving pre-war technology and knowledge. - Known for their advanced technology and power armor. - Initially, they prioritize their interests but may assist others if it aligns with their goals.
- Midwest Brotherhood Outcasts:
- A splinter faction of the Brotherhood of Steel, formed due to disagreements over the main Brotherhood's leadership or ideologies.
- They may possess similar technology and resources as the main Brotherhood but operate independently, sometimes in opposition to their parent faction.
- Reavers:
- A ruthless raider group terrorizing the Midwest wasteland.
- Known for their brutality and willingness to pillage and plunder.
- Considered a major threat to the stability of the region, often in conflict with other factions.
- The Vikings:
- A raider group modeled after the historical Vikings (with a mixture of the football Minnesota Vikings.)
- Gammorin's Army Remnants:
- A militant faction once led by the super mutant Gammorin.
- Composed primarily of super mutants, they seek to establish dominance over the wasteland through force.
- Viewed as a formidable enemy by other factions due to their strength and aggression.
- Vault 0:
- A vault inhabited by a powerful supercomputer known as the Calculator.
- The Calculator once sought to expand its influence and control over the wasteland, posing a significant threat to other factions; however, it was reprogrammed by someone named the Warrior in the year 2197. This effectively deactivated and left the army of robots dormant and sealed away within Vault 0. Their advanced technology and military capabilities make them a formidable adversary and an equally valuable ally if they can only be reactivated and reprogrammed.
- Tribal Communities:
- Various tribes and communities scattered throughout the Midwest wasteland.
- They may have their own customs, traditions, and conflicts.
- Depending on the player's actions, they could become allies, enemies, or neutral parties.
If the player chooses to side with the poplars/ Brotherhood the trees will continue to spread at a rate of 1 mile for every 24 real world hours that pass in game.
If the player helps the enclave they will be tasked with infiltrating the original Oasis and burning Harold alive, and the trees will dwindle at the same rate until the oasis is fully gone.
2024.05.19 21:58 TheSunTheSkyTheStars Nightly visitor
Hello. Before I begin, I’d like to go over a bit of groundwork. I am a 13 year old female and this occurred sometime in the fall of last year. We’ll call my younger sister(7 at the time of this occurrence) A and my brother(5) B. My grandparents live near the border of Oregon, on the closest side of the state to Idaho. Our grandparents’ house had two guest rooms; the kids stayed in one and my parents stayed in the other. Grandma and grandpa’s room was close to ours, there closet sharing a wall with our room. Now that that’s cleared up, let’s begin.
In the fall of last year, my parents had my siblings and I stay two nights at my grandparents house. The first day we spent there, A, B, Mom,Dad, and I went to watch the first half of a local rodeo. We had a fun time and when we got back to the house, it was normal. Nothing happened all night that was worth noting. The next evening, it was only mom and dad that went to watch the second half of the rodeo. Mind you, our room had a single queen sized bed. A slept on the floor and B slept on one side of the bed, closest to the door, while I slept on the other side of him, closest the wall. A slept a few feet away from the foot of the bed on a cot. It was maybe 1:23 AM. I was messing around on my phone, watching some nonsense that I can’t even remember today. Everyone was asleep, the parents gone at the rodeo. See the thing about our bedroom door was that the thing was slightly too big for it’s frame. Grandpa didn’t want to spend the money to replace it and so they just lived with it. Now don’t get me wrong, the door closed-it was just very difficult and LOUD when trying to open it after. The door was closed all the way. So now picture if you will, a 12 year old girl sitting in bed, playing around on her phone. Suddenly, I hear footsteps growing closer to our room. Thinking it’s my grandma, I turn off the phone and act sort of sprawled out. Y’know when you were very small and would pretend to be asleep at daycare so you wouldn’t get lectured for playing with your friends? Like, when you closed your eyes two-thirds of the way closed-just barely opened enough that you can see but that your eyelashes cover it from other people seeing. Yeah well I did that, just to see what grandma was doing. Then the door starts making the scraping sound it made whenever someone tried to open it. Then it’s quiet for a minute and I assumed so she had opened it. But then there was this hissing noise. I realized that it was someone running their hand back and forth against the metal headboard of the bed. I realize that there’s something moving back and forth in front of the bed, just walking from the left side of the foot of the bed to the right side of it. Just a shadow of a person. At this point, I’m somewhat panicking for my sisters sake. The thing keeps pacing for a few moments. Then it stops and bend over my brother- still fast asleep beside me. It makes a sound like it’s inhaling deeply. Then it straightens, and walks calmly out of the room. I hear the door struggle to close and the hissing sound stop. Shaken, yet a bit in disbelief, I ended up going to sleep. The next morning, I came downstairs to see the parents eating breakfast, trying-and failing-to hide their hangovers. We packed things up, loaded it all on the car, said our goodbye to the grandparents, and started home. Once we got home and unpacked, I told mom and dad what had happened at dinner. To no-ones surprise, they didn’t believe me. In fact, my dad looked at me and said- AND I QUOTE- “are you sure we shouldn’t have you drug-tested?” Now jokes aside, I believe I saw SOMETHING, though I’m not sure what. A spirit or shadow-person, maybe. The realization hit me that it could have been a demon, though the thing didn’t give off a menacing presence. It was just THERE.
I’m very aware that this… this… this THING couldn’t have my been either grandparent. They were very old- and they were actually my GREAT-grandparents. My grandma was 81 and grandpa was 83. Therefore at the pace it was moving, it couldn’t have been either one. So who was it?
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In the fall of last year, my parents had my siblings and I stay two nights at my grandparents house. The first day we spent there, A, B, Mom,Dad, and I went to watch the first half of a local rodeo. We had a fun time and when we got back to the house, it was normal. Nothing happened all night that was worth noting. The next evening, it was only mom and dad that went to watch the second half of the rodeo. Mind you, our room had a single queen sized bed. A slept on the floor and B slept on one side of the bed, closest to the door, while I slept on the other side of him, closest the wall. A slept a few feet away from the foot of the bed on a cot. It was maybe 1:23 AM. I was messing around on my phone, watching some nonsense that I can’t even remember today. Everyone was asleep, the parents gone at the rodeo. See the thing about our bedroom door was that the thing was slightly too big for it’s frame. Grandpa didn’t want to spend the money to replace it and so they just lived with it. Now don’t get me wrong, the door closed-it was just very difficult and LOUD when trying to open it after. The door was closed all the way. So now picture if you will, a 12 year old girl sitting in bed, playing around on her phone. Suddenly, I hear footsteps growing closer to our room. Thinking it’s my grandma, I turn off the phone and act sort of sprawled out. Y’know when you were very small and would pretend to be asleep at daycare so you wouldn’t get lectured for playing with your friends? Like, when you closed your eyes two-thirds of the way closed-just barely opened enough that you can see but that your eyelashes cover it from other people seeing. Yeah well I did that, just to see what grandma was doing. Then the door starts making the scraping sound it made whenever someone tried to open it. Then it’s quiet for a minute and I assumed so she had opened it. But then there was this hissing noise. I realized that it was someone running their hand back and forth against the metal headboard of the bed. I realize that there’s something moving back and forth in front of the bed, just walking from the left side of the foot of the bed to the right side of it. Just a shadow of a person. At this point, I’m somewhat panicking for my sisters sake. The thing keeps pacing for a few moments. Then it stops and bend over my brother- still fast asleep beside me. It makes a sound like it’s inhaling deeply. Then it straightens, and walks calmly out of the room. I hear the door struggle to close and the hissing sound stop. Shaken, yet a bit in disbelief, I ended up going to sleep. The next morning, I came downstairs to see the parents eating breakfast, trying-and failing-to hide their hangovers. We packed things up, loaded it all on the car, said our goodbye to the grandparents, and started home. Once we got home and unpacked, I told mom and dad what had happened at dinner. To no-ones surprise, they didn’t believe me. In fact, my dad looked at me and said- AND I QUOTE- “are you sure we shouldn’t have you drug-tested?” Now jokes aside, I believe I saw SOMETHING, though I’m not sure what. A spirit or shadow-person, maybe. The realization hit me that it could have been a demon, though the thing didn’t give off a menacing presence. It was just THERE.
I’m very aware that this… this… this THING couldn’t have my been either grandparent. They were very old- and they were actually my GREAT-grandparents. My grandma was 81 and grandpa was 83. Therefore at the pace it was moving, it couldn’t have been either one. So who was it?
2024.05.19 21:51 Charming_Agent_9329 happy birthday
Its been 3 months since the time you asked me for some time and ended up leaving me. Your birthday is in 3 days :) I shouldnt be excited for it but here I am thinking about what to write and what should I get for your birthday gift. I miss you sayang. I can never lie to myself about my love towards you. I think about you everyday, not a single second that youre not in my mind.
Happy birthday Im. Wishing you an early birthday. I thought I would regret for saying that you will always be my favourite memory as my closure to you, but turns out I think I’m glad that I said the truth. It doesnt hurt me anymore to look at your or our photos. The memory that lies within them makes me feel something pleasant that I cant even describe what it is. But it feels good to look at the photos and reminisce the good times we had. I miss you. I miss you terribly. I’ll always hope for the best for you. Be happy just as always, keep making people laugh with your dumb jokes and I’ll keep on loving you from afar. Take care of yourself. Dont push yourself too much. Eat well. I love you.
cik d.
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Happy birthday Im. Wishing you an early birthday. I thought I would regret for saying that you will always be my favourite memory as my closure to you, but turns out I think I’m glad that I said the truth. It doesnt hurt me anymore to look at your or our photos. The memory that lies within them makes me feel something pleasant that I cant even describe what it is. But it feels good to look at the photos and reminisce the good times we had. I miss you. I miss you terribly. I’ll always hope for the best for you. Be happy just as always, keep making people laugh with your dumb jokes and I’ll keep on loving you from afar. Take care of yourself. Dont push yourself too much. Eat well. I love you.
cik d.
2024.05.19 21:50 remoondee NEODUEL: Backpack Monsters - Rogue Duck - PVP Inventory Auto-battler
Hey Games!
For this week's Indie Sunday, I want to share the PVP auto-battler game we have been working for a while for the first time.
Steam Page Link (DEMO AVAILABLE)
Twitter
Gameplay Trailer
TL;DR: It's a monster trainer themed inventory battler, async PvP, Demo available.
Long Version:
NEODUEL is a PvP inventory auto-battler with a monster-trainer twist! Collect, combine, manage your backpack, and create powerful combos. Fight other players with your team of monsters strategically placed on a grid. Rise through leagues in the competitive ladder!
Choose your monsters, place and combine them, create synergies and beat your opponents! After every battle, choose new monsters for your team and try to create the ultimate combo.
Use unique modifications and upgrades to alter your play-style and maximize the potential of your team, explore different tactics to discover strong synergies.
We plan to participate in the coming NextFest and release our game in early Q3.
Play the Demo on Steam!
We’re a small team that has passion for auto-battling and strategy games, and just surpassed 8,000 wishlists! We hope you’ll enjoy our take on the genre, make sure to wishlist the game so you won't miss updates & get to meet our new monsters, play-tests and news!
Please give NEODUEL Demo a try if you find it intriguing!
Cheers, everyone and good luck on the Duels!
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For this week's Indie Sunday, I want to share the PVP auto-battler game we have been working for a while for the first time.
Steam Page Link (DEMO AVAILABLE)
Gameplay Trailer
TL;DR: It's a monster trainer themed inventory battler, async PvP, Demo available.
Long Version:
NEODUEL is a PvP inventory auto-battler with a monster-trainer twist! Collect, combine, manage your backpack, and create powerful combos. Fight other players with your team of monsters strategically placed on a grid. Rise through leagues in the competitive ladder!
Choose your monsters, place and combine them, create synergies and beat your opponents! After every battle, choose new monsters for your team and try to create the ultimate combo.
Use unique modifications and upgrades to alter your play-style and maximize the potential of your team, explore different tactics to discover strong synergies.
We plan to participate in the coming NextFest and release our game in early Q3.
Play the Demo on Steam!
We’re a small team that has passion for auto-battling and strategy games, and just surpassed 8,000 wishlists! We hope you’ll enjoy our take on the genre, make sure to wishlist the game so you won't miss updates & get to meet our new monsters, play-tests and news!
Please give NEODUEL Demo a try if you find it intriguing!
Cheers, everyone and good luck on the Duels!