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Yesterday I had a marketing intern do her 'research' by asking ChatGPT how AI could help us improve our marketing efforts. Somehow she became under the impression that "Microsoft Azure" is the name of a new cutting edge AI, and proceeded to copy/paste a lengthy series of bullet points (ironically) provided by ChatGPT, extolling all of the amazing capabilities of this magical AzureAI including identity management (Azure AD), business continuity, and so on... 90% of the Azure features it mentioned are things we're already using and have nothing to do with AI (though it did briefly allude to "Azure AI Studio" in one bullet point).
She then proudly announced her 'findings' at a company meeting, and got our CEO frothing at the mouth. She then sent out what she 'discovered' by copy/pasting this GPT answer verbatim into an email and sending it as though it was the result of her own unique thoughts and research.
My favorite aspect of my job has always been finding new solutions... and AI has a lot of future potential for sure. I'm actively looking into ways to actually bring it into use in our organization. But, man, it's overwhelming to try to bridge the gap between AI hype and AI reality when dealing with people who don't understand the first thing about it, and believe every bit of marketing drivel they come across, as marketing departments are realizing that slapping "AI" on any old long in the tooth product will get a lot more new looks their way.

I don't know what I should do. I am afraid of getting surgery, as I am not getting symptoms like most people and am afraid I will have to waste money and be permanently missing an organ and have more issues. Tied to big pharma and the healthcare industry even more.
I started having bloating and pain in my middle stomach and was tender slightly on left side and pain in middle of chest going to back like a spike was lodged into my stomach a few inches above my belly button. Went to urgent care thinking i had a heart attack in Feb 2024. turns out I had backed up bowels and was put on miralax and then scheduled for ultrasound.
Ultrasound showed 1 large gallstone (never seen the actual photographs as they didn't include them, apparently they ship off to a lab reader and they send back a summary. Which makes me skeptical, I requested copies and haven't heard back yet).
I didn't get backpain until a few weeks after first urgent care visit.
Hida scan shows ef at 23%
Surgeon Says get it out, Primary says get it out, but surgeon seen me for what 10 minutes.
My liver levels are normal.
My symptoms:
mild back pain on mid right side of back. about 2-3inches to the right of the spine, kinda where the gallblader would be but on the back not the stomach (daily, limits how long I can sleep on my back)
constipation (I am on synthetic opiods so I get constipation already, but the first sign was worse constipation, I have to take daily miralax since this started) .
Tan/yellow-brown poop (maybe from miralax)
Neck and shoulder pain that comes and goes at weird times.
Don't get nausea but do if I don't get enough sleep (never used to happen)
I am torn as half my family/wife says do it, the other half/mom says "you are born with a gallbladder for a reason, don't do it try something natural. " Since I don't have the major symptoms I am torn. My deductible is met though so there is that too, but only for this year.
Some days the back pain and shouldeneck pain is hardly nothing, other days more pronounced but never debilitating. All symptoms are worse when cold. Stretches and such help the symptoms but it doesn't go away from it or ibuprofen. I had X-ray done at orthopedic that showed nothing out of the ordinary. I had a ct scan a year ago that had a bulging disc in the lower back, but that isn't where I am having pain.
I am not asking for medical advice, I know what the doctor said, but I am looking for personal experience.
I feel like without the major symptoms the doctors may just be pushing this as this is "what the book says to do" or for money surgeons hacking and cutting things out for cash. That could just be me not trusting due to how little time was spent with me before pushing surgery.
Should i get a colonoscopy before going through with it? (don't know if colon/bowel issues would effect my mid-upper back.
I am scared, as I am on Methadone for past opioid dependency (been off H for 19 years but just maintaining) which complicates things. I also am afraid it will be worse after surgery. Food is my last vice. I love spicy foods and Chinese/Mexican foods, would hate to not have them anymore due to issues with digestion. OR other issues from surgery.

So I (21 F) have been trying to get a hold of someone on the phone from the FS office so I can try and set up another appointment for almost a week and I haven't been able to. Last week I applied for food stamps and the next morning i had two missed calls from like 8/9 in the morning. They left a VM telling me this was my interview they will try to call again in the afternoon. i received no such call but I also was not notified in any way that i had an interview that morning, no email, no text, no letter. Then the next day i get 3 text messages 30 mins apart telling me i have an interview today and to check my appointment time with the link that was sent. So i click on the link, log into my account just to dig around on the page a little bit until i find my appointment time which was listed as the day before and that i was a no show. THEN the next day I receive a letter telling me i have an appointment coming up (which is the same past date on the website). So no notification in anyway about my interview date and time until AFTER they had called me. Now for the last week every time i’ve attempted to call but the wait is always over an hour and I have a toddler so I wait as long as i can (which is dependent on my toddler so sometimes i can wait 10 sometimes 30 etc). And every time I have called I have requested to be called back and still nothing. I’ve tried my caseworkers number, the local office number, and the statewide number listed on the web sight and they all are the same line which makes so sense. I apologize for the rambling but I am just lost on what to do at this point because i know they will deny my application if i don’t get in contact with them soon. And im completely stressing over it because we have absolutely no income and no way to purchase food or anything else for that matter at all right now. (this is all being typed as i’m waiting on hold for the last 45 mins). if anyone has any similar experience or any idea how to handle this situation please let me know 😭

When the edged wind came to our village, it seemed like a typical Alaskan gust. One fitting for late December. Then, as the tall tide of frost lashed against the shore of our home, the sagging branches of the yellow cedar trees stopped bouncing. And I abandoned the idea of the breeze being a breeze at all.
Once others understood that, the time for running had passed.
The unholy wind reached the village’s main road, causing two moving cars to sharply and statically stop. The vehicles were frozen in place, much like the people within those metal graves. Onlookers, enjoying a brisk afternoon in the park, began to scream loved ones succumbed to that supernatural end. Imprisoned in a capsuled moment of time.
Those first few victims were the lucky ones. They’d been oblivious to the fate which awaited them. True terror was endured by those who beheld the raw power of the wind. Those unfortunate enough to see the end coming.
Regardless, the remaining townsfolk, burdened with the awareness of impending doom, futilely attempted to escape the approaching breeze. Those fleeing residents, far slower than the unnatural frost, were halted in haunting poses as the wind bit into them. Limbs were suspended in mid-air positions. Eyes were left wide and unblinking. Mouths were cursed to forever gape in horror.
“RUN!” Dad screamed, sprinting towards us from a nearby park bench.
My brother, my childhood friend, and I were sitting in a sandbox. Already engrossed in a fantasy world, I wondered whether my imagination had conjured the wind. I thought my mind had transcended to a higher plane. It was my way of processing the trauma.
However, I accepted the reality of the situation when my father shoehorned the three of us into his Volkswagen Golf. The icy jaws of the wind were nearly nipping at the rear of the vehicle as Dad twisted the key in the ignition, but the beat-up car rapidly lurched forwards. My father wrenched us away from the frost, seconds before it consumed us.
“Daddy, where are we going?” I tearfully asked.
“I don’t know, Jillian,” He weakly moaned, manoeuvring around fleeing cars and pedestrians.
“Are we picking up Mummy?” Alan asked.
Dad ignored my brother’s question. I was only eight years old at the time, but I knew that my mother wasn’t coming. I understood the significance of the tears in my father’s eyes.
For twenty-six years, I successfully managed to suppress that memory. Did such a good job, in fact, that I almost believed it had all been a dream. I started to believe that we had simply moved away from our hometown, and Mum had simply chosen to stay. Dad never convinced me otherwise. He never talked about what happened. Neither did my brother.
As for Leon, he moved to an orphanage in Anchorage. We wrote to each other for a couple of years, but his replies became less and less frequent. Eventually, he stopped responding entirely. I used to wonder why my father didn’t adopt my childhood friend, but I suppose that would have forced him to accept what happened. And, like me, he had no intention of doing that.
I thought we would run back to England, having failed to achieve the American Dream. But Dad kept us in Alaska. I assumed that he’d been driven by stubbornness. Or guilt, perhaps. We’d already fled our home. Perhaps fleeing across the pond would’ve been a step too far. Perhaps it would’ve felt like truly abandoning our mother. Whatever his reason for staying, Dad didn’t tell anyone the truth. He never went to the police. He never returned to look for Mum.
“Don’t look back, kids,” I remember him whispering as we fled the frost.
I followed that advice for the next couple of decades, only recalling the event for the briefest moments, from time to time. When Dad bought the first computer for our family in 2000, I Googled the name of our old town. I typed the word before realising I was even doing so. I was still young, of course, but I knew that nothing about our speedy departure had been normal. I wanted answers.
I’d expected to discover that my village had become a ghost town. That would have made sense. Alaska’s unforgiving climate breeds desolate places, born to be abandoned. However, the search results revealed nothing, so I told myself I’d imagined the village. I told myself we'd always lived in Anchorage.
As the years passed, I became comfortable with the notion that none of it had ever been real. Not even my mother. And that was why I did not expect to see a certain person again.
“Happy birthday, Jill.”
My jaw dropped when Leon Taylor appeared on my doorstep.
It might seem strange that I would recognise a man who was a child when I last saw him, but Leon always had distinctive features. I immediately identified the mole on his neck, just below his facial scruff, and those sorrowful eyes, shadowed by his unmistakable overgrown brows.
“Leon?” I gasped. “What are you doing here?”
The man smiled weakly. “Sorry, Jill. I should’ve done this the Millennial way. Y’know. Reconnected through Facebook.”
“No, it’s… I just never thought I’d see you again. Do you want to come inside?” I asked, motioning at the hallway.
Leon nodded, so I made a couple of coffees whilst my old friend seated himself in the living room. A boy who I’d almost forgotten. Almost entirely erased from existence, just like our old town. But I’d always known, just beneath the surface of my shallow memories, that it had all been real. The truth of my childhood was always within reach. As I brought the drinks into the lounge, hands trembling, I tried to dispel the thoughts flooding my mind. Thoughts of that awful day.
“How’s your dad? How’s Alan?” Leon asked, taking the cup of coffee.
I sighed. “Dad’s been unwell for a few years. He hasn’t been taking care of himself, and he’s getting old. As for Alan… Well, Alan’s the way he’s always been. Uptight, and distant, but–”
“– When was the last time you spoke to him?” Leon sharply interjected.
The question caught me off-guard. “Huh?”
“Your brother. When was the last time you spoke to him?” Leon asked.
My face drained. He knows, I thought. How on Earth does he know?
“Three years ago,” I answered.
My old friend nodded. “Did you fall out?”
I scoffed. “That’s an understatement. You remember what he was like when we were kids, don’t you?”
Leon shrugged. “He was two years older than us. We must’ve infuriated him.”
I nodded. “Sure. But I grew up, and he never did. We had a big argument, and we haven't spoken since.”
“Interesting,” He responded.
I raised an eyebrow. “You’re a man of few words these days, Leon.”
The man cleared his throat. “Your brother messaged me a week ago.”
My other eyebrow raised. “What?”
“It was a very strange message.”
“Did you reply?” I asked. “I thought you would’ve preferred to ignore it.”
He lowered his head in shame. “I’m sorry, Jillian. I replied to some of your letters…”
“Then you forgot about me,” I said. “It’s embarrassing that I didn’t get the hint.”
“It wasn’t embarrassing,” Leon sheepishly muttered. “I read all of them. Every last letter.”
“Oh, well, that’s great,” I laughed. “Nice to know that you cared.”
“Jillian, I…” Leon paused, lifting his head. “I was scared.”
“Scared of what?” I asked.
“Remembering that day,” He replied. “It’s why I told your dad I didn’t want to come and live with you.”
“It’s… What?” I asked.
Leon tilted his head. “You didn’t know? Did you really think he’d just dump me in that place? He might’ve changed, but your dad was never cold. Still, I refused. Living with you would’ve reminded me of what happened to my family.”
I didn't reply, so my old friend prodded the beast. “Aren’t we going to talk about–”
“– Why did my brother message you?” I interrupted, avoiding the topic.
Leon twitched his lips uncertainly, as if unwilling to part them.
“He told me that I had to see you…” Leon trailed off.
“Right,” I said. “Why?”
“Your brother said something insane, Jillian,” He said. “He claimed that Arnold Walker visited him in Fairbanks.”
My jaw fell. “I beg your pardon? Arnold Walker? My brother’s school friend?”
Leon nodded.
“He escaped? I didn't know others got out,” I whispered.
My old friend’s face was growing paler. “No, I... Your brother said something that seemed impossible. He said that Arnold did not arrive on his doorstep as a thirty-six-year-old man, but a ten-year-old child.”
My stomach dropped. The natural response would’ve been to discredit such an outlandish story, refuting it with a rational explanation. But Leon’s revelation served to do only one thing. It confirmed what I’d always known.
“A ten-year-old boy made it all the way from our hometown to Fairbanks?” I asked meekly.
Leon frowned. “That’s it? You’re not going to question it? I did. I messaged Alan repeatedly, but he never replied.”
“Not a nice feeling, is it?” I asked, sighing. “How did you want me to react, Leon? You were itching to talk about that day. Well, I’m not skirting around the subject now. Let’s talk about it. Okay? I know all of that horror really happened. I’d just never wanted anyone to confirm it.”
“Me neither,” Leon said. “I was trying to avoid your family for the rest of my life. Your brother ruined that.”
“Yeah. He tends to ruin things,” I replied. “So, that’s it? Alan wanted you to tell me about Arnold Walker?”
Leon shivered. “There’s more, but… Look, I know I should’ve messaged you about all of this first, but I thought about the way Alan avoided my questions. I didn’t want you to do the same. I assumed if I were to show up in person, then–”
“– I wouldn’t be able to run away,” I finished. “I understand, Leon. I just hate that my brother is still too childish to talk to me.”
“Funny. He called you childish too. Listening to you two bicker is nostalgic,” Leon smiled, before quickly adopting a solemn expression. “I’m trying to change the subject, but I need to rip off the band-aid. Alan said that Arnold took him to a car on the front lawn. There was a man in the driver’s seat, barely clinging to life, with a face mangled beyond recognition. Your brother said the man’s skin had been peeled from his face… And he was still, somehow, alive.”
I shuddered, vomit climbing my throat.
“Arnold told your brother that the man was Mr Johnson,” Leon whispered.
“The farmer? The one who ran the local grocery store?” I asked, shivering.
My friend nodded. “Yeah. Alan said he’d aged a little. Well, his hair was greyer than he remembered. The pair must’ve been on the road for hours, and your brother didn’t know how they knew where to find him. He had so many questions for them, but Mr Johnson died before the ambulance arrived. And whilst Alan talked to the paramedics, Arnold ran away. He’s missing.”
“Shit…” I whispered. “I’ll call my brother.”
“You might struggle,” Leon said. “Alan ended the message by saying that he was going back… home.”
I gawped. “No. He wouldn’t be that stupid.”
“Maybe not. You should try to contact him,” Leon said. “He hasn’t replied to my dozens of messages, but he might reply to you. Not sure he even has a signal, out there in the boonies, but you’re right. You should try.”
I spent an hour trying to contact my brother, in various ways, but he did not respond. Alan had vanished. And I knew, like it or not, that I had to return to our village too. I should’ve told Dad. Would've told him, had he not been one bad day away from a heart attack. In spite of the man he’d become, I loved him. I didn’t want to remind him of the place we’d fled.
One person should be spared the horror of remembering, I thought.
Leon and I, two strangers who’d spent formative years together, piled into my Kia, and we drove from Anchorage to a place that I’d long hoped had never really existed.
I was going to be horribly disappointed.
On a nondescript road that burrowed into the Alaskan wilderness, my throat started to twist and constrict. The outer edge of my vision shrank, and my head pulsated with a slowing rhythm as the world slipped away from me. I struggled to breathe as I came to terms with an awful fact.
I recognised that endless road.
“Jillian…” Leon whispered.
“Don’t,” I begged.
I didn’t want to hear it. I wasn’t ready. I’d known all along, of course, that our village existed. Even when extensive research had revealed nothing about the town. When I thought of the way the breeze consumed the town, erasing its residents, it made sense that it would erase the very place itself. After all, even I’d started to doubt its existence, and I’d lived there.
Accepting the unearthly nature of the event wasn’t as tough as you might imagine. If anything, I had fought hard to deny it. I wanted to ignore the existence of a paranormal force, though I had witnessed it with my own eyes. Even if there were some Alaskan breeze powerful enough to instantaneously freeze an entire town, we hadn’t witnessed that. We’d seen something else. We’d seen that glacial wind freeze the town. Not its people, but its tether to time.
After an hour of following the frosted landscape, we saw something familiar on the horizon. Leon’s face mirrored mine as our damned village appeared. A bulge of ruin and decay, growing as we neared it. And when we crossed the threshold into the desolate town, the reality of our quest finally dawned on me.
“Where is everybody?” Leon asked.
It might seem a moronic question to an outsider. Our old village was clearly an abandoned place. No rational person would expect anybody else to be there. Of course, I understood Leon. He had asked the same terrifying question that was circling the drain of my mind, refusing to flush away.
I thought back to that terrible day on which hundreds of people froze in time. Then I thought of Arnold Walker and Mr Johnson. The two residents who’d supposedly shown up at my brother’s door. One of them had looked no older than he’d been in 1998.
“Time resumed,” I finally mumbled.
“Yes, but where did everybody go?” My childhood friend asked.
I didn’t have an answer. Neither did my brother, and that was why he’d come here.
That’s not the real reason, I thought. He was hoping to find… her.
I rolled onto my old street, noting that the trees swayed in the wind and birds flew overhead. Signs that time was flowing. I wondered whether others had fled in the same fashion as Arnold and Mr Johnson. I even allowed my heart to soar a little as I considered that my mother might have freed herself. Might have found Dad in Anchorage. Might be wondering where Alan and I had gone.
However, I knew that not to be the case. Mum had not arrived at my door, and there had been no national news coverage about people emerging from a town that didn’t exist. There had only been an old, half-butchered man and a quiet boy. Both were gone. And I had questions about the nature of their escape from our hometown, given my brother’s ominous message to Leon.
Something was still dreadfully wrong with our village. Twenty-six years had not changed that. The people of the village had not disappeared into the sunset. Whatever had happened to them, I knew it wasn’t good. Possibly worse than what happened to Arnold Walker and Mr Johnson.
I pulled onto the driveway of my childhood home, gently trundling over cracked asphalt. Weeds squirmed through the wounds of the suburb, as nature sought to erase my childhood from existence. There was no need for that, of course. The wind of 1998, and whatever secrets it held, had already done a fine job of wiping my hometown from reality.
“Do you think he’s come here?” Leon asked as I turned off the engine.
“Yes. We both know who he wanted to find,” I said.
My childhood friend nodded, and we both sombrely climbed out of the vehicle.
The village was colder than I remembered. For a mid-afternoon day in late May, it was unseasonably chilly. Alaska, for the most part, is not the arctic hellscape that many people imagine. Not in all parts of the state, anyhow, and certainly not in late spring. The air also felt stale. It carried the stench of evil, and it seemed to be tinged with frost. As if that demonic breeze were still lingering in the air, nearly three decades later.
I knocked on the rotten front door, surprised that it did not break with a slight rap of my hand.
“Alan?” I yelled. “It’s Jillian.”
My brother did not respond, but I wasn’t concerned. If he had been there, and Mum hadn’t, then he wouldn’t have wanted to stay. I wanted to use that as an excuse to turn around and leave. I already assumed that my mother wouldn’t be there, but another part of me knew that my assumption was more of a wish. In a similar way, I had been secretly glad to find nobody in the town. There was only one person I hoped to find in my old village, and that was Alan.
I was terrified by the prospect of finding anything else.
“Jill…” Leon started softly. “Come on. We have to do it.”
“Do we?” I asked. “This was a mistake. We should turn around. We–”
“– I agree,” Leon sharply interjected. “But we have to find your brother. And when we do, we’ll convince him to come back with us. We’ll convince him to leave this place behind too.”
“Why did you come to see me, Leon?” I asked. “You could’ve ignored my brother’s message. You could’ve pretended none of this had ever happened. That’s what you did when you started ignoring my letters, isn’t it?”
“I deeply regretted that for years, Jill,” He said softly. “You were my best friend. You were… more than that. We were just kids, but I loved you. I’ve not made another connection like ours. Not even in my adult life.”
“I know,” I replied. “I loved you too, Leon. That’s why it hurt when you let our bond peter out. If you’d cut me off from the start, I would’ve understood. But it just felt like you’d stopped caring.”
“Never. I just lost the strength to bear that trauma,” He explained. “Every letter was a reminder, and I just… That’s why I came to your door. That’s why I didn’t ignore what your brother said. I didn’t want something to happen to him. You lost your mother. I didn’t want you to lose him too.”
“We all lost things,” I sniffled. “You lost… more than me. I just don’t understand why you’d come back. Why my brother would come back. I don’t even understand why I’ve come back.”
“We never really left this place, did we?” Leon asked. “Not in our minds. Even though it doesn’t exist in the eyes of the outside world, it never left us. Never let go. Arnold Walker and Mr Johnson lured Alan back. And he lured us back.”
“That’s an unsettling way of looking at it,” I timidly replied.
“It’s the only way I’ve been able to look at it,” He said. “Whatever claimed this place, it remembered us, and it made sure we remembered it. Not that it would be easy to forget… For years, I thought I’d lost my mind, but after talking to you and Alan, I’m not so sure. I find it hard to believe that we’d have experienced a shared delusion. No, it all really happened. And the memory replays in my mind every day. I’ll never get rid of it.”
“Dad seemed to do a good job of erasing this place from his mind,” I said.
I knew that wasn’t true, of course. He had never forgotten. That was made apparent by his deterioration. Alan and I had a close relationship with our father before we left that village. Afterwards, he changed. We all changed. Losing Mum had fractured the family, but there was more to it than that. I started to consider that Leon might be right. Perhaps the frost hadn’t ensnared the two of us, but it had certainly bitten us.
“Do you want me to do it?” Leon eventually asked.
I wanted to be courageous enough to open the door, but I wasn’t. I nodded meekly and stepped aside, allowing my childhood friend the nightmarish task of facing whatever lay within my old home. He pushed the door handle down, expecting the house to be unlocked, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Shall we try the back?” I asked.
Leon backed up. I quickly realised what he was planning to do, and I opened my mouth to utter a protest. My hulking friend had charged before I spoke a single word, however, and he hurled his body into the door. It quivered in its frame, but did not give.
“Leon!” I cried. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I don’t suppose you have the key?” He panted, massaging his shoulder.
I held up my hands. “Look, let’s just…”
My friend rushed forwards again, and the result was the same. This time, however, Leon released a groan of pain, clutching his arm a little more tightly.
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” I said. “Let’s take it in turns to kick the door. That'll work better, and it won’t cripple either of us.”
Leon nodded, and the two of us firmly booted the door near the handle. The wood quaked, and it only took a few attacks for the door to splinter around the lock. The frame splayed inwards, and the metal mechanism fell loose.
“Whoops… That worked a little too well,” Leon laughed.
He led the way into my childhood home, which looked, unlike the street outside, the same as I remembered. The same as it had looked on the day I’d left. There were no shoes left by the door. No muddy prints on the carpet. No indication whatsoever that my brother had visited our old home, which I’d gathered when the front door had been locked. But this was not a relief. I knew, in my gut, that Alan would’ve gone there first.
He never made it home.
Leon shivered. “This place feels cold…”
“Frozen,” I corrected. “Frozen in time.”
“Is it safe for us to be here?” He asked. “What if we end up like the others?”
“It’s a bit late to ask that now,” I replied. “The breeze passed long ago. This just seems to be the horror it left behind.”
Leon accepted my suggestion, then he wandered over to the staircase. My friend took one step before halting in place. For a haunting moment, I believed that he had been frozen in time too. I believed that I’d been wrong, and the frost had come for us. But I quickly realised that my friend was still moving. Still twitching. He was frozen by fear, not a supernatural gale.
“There’s someone in the bathroom…” Leon wheezed.
With physical dread in every inch of my body, I joined my friend and looked up. Artificial light spilled beneath the bathroom door onto the dark landing.
“There might not be anyone in there,” I shakily said.
“Jillian, this is an abandoned town. There is no electricity. Your house is still frozen in time, and it froze with the bathroom light left on. Somebody must have been–”
“– Don’t say it,” I pleaded, upper lip trembling.
“Do you want me to lead the way?” He asked.
I didn’t. I wanted to run, but I knew I would never forgive myself for doing so. Leon was right, of course. I hadn’t allowed him to finish his sentence, but it was clear that he was going to mention somebody in particular. Somebody whose face flooded my mind as we ascended the staircase, one tentative step at a time. Somebody whose name started to tickle my lips as Leon grasped the handle to the door.
It wasn’t locked.
“Mum?” I moaned as Leon inched it open.
My ageless mother was inside.
I’m sure I would’ve screamed at whatever we found, but I was not prepared for the state of the statue before me. Mum was standing at the sink, hands cupped below a stream of tap water suspended in time. As I had always feared, the frost caught her. It was horrifying enough to be frozen in time for twenty-six years, whilst the rest of the world continued, but that wasn’t why I screamed. I’d braced myself for that possibility. I’d spent my entire adult life coming to terms with it.
I screamed because I wasn’t prepared to see her face.
Mum was smiling. Not a wholesome smile. It was a taut grin that etched an unnerving crescent shape across her cheeks. There was nothing unnatural about the grin, but it looked painful. And it appeared as if cataracts had taken the entirety of her pupils.
“Mum?” I asked weakly. “Do you hear me?”
There was no reply. I peered around the side of her face, and I immediately regretted it. Though she was frozen in time, she did not look unaware. I felt her sightless eyes boring into my face, and I quickly jumped backwards.
“Let’s go and find your brother,” Leon fearfully said.
As I nodded, backing towards the doorway, I locked my gaze onto my mother’s profile. My heart pounded as I started to close the bathroom door. I was trying to ignore the idea that had wormed into my mind. The possibility that, behind the glassy cataract, a pupil might still exist. Lying dormant. Watching me from a face that no longer seemed to belong to my mother.
After I shut the door, Leon and I took a few moments to control our breathing. With a slight tremble, my friend finally walked over to the light switch and raised a hand, but I caught his wrist.
“What are you doing?” He frowned.
“Leave the light on,” I whispered. “I… don’t like the idea of leaving her in the dark.”
My friend’s expression softened, and he nodded, seeming to understand my explanation. Seeming to empathise. But I was lying. I wasn’t worried about leaving my mother in the dark. I was worried about the thing behind that smiling face.
“Alan didn’t come here,” I said. “Did he really come back?”
“You read the message, Jillian,” Leon replied.
“I know, but…” I sighed. “I know.”
“He might not have come to the house,” My friend suggested.
“This is the first place he would’ve visited,” I said. “If Mum weren’t here, he wouldn’t have returned.”
“Well, let’s look around,” Leon urged. “You never know. We might find something else. Something to help your mother, perhaps.”
“You saw her face,” I whispered. “She looked far past help.”
“Don’t say that, Jillian!” Leon shouted, eyes watering.
You idiot, I thought.
I was so self-centred. So focused on finding my brother and my mother. I hadn’t thought about Leon’s parents. His brother, Carl. People we’d left behind when my father saved us. I remembered Leon sobbing as he begged my father to turn around.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “We need to find your family too.”
Leon viciously shook his head. “Only if we find an answer, Jill. Only if we find a way to save them.”
My friend entered my childhood bedroom, and I followed him. I imagine that visiting one’s childhood home is a strange experience for anyone, but strangeness morphs into horror when that home is trapped in a moment of time. I felt physically unwell when I saw the glass of water on the bedside table, fresh as it had been on the day that my dad took us to the park. Life had continued for me, but the town was still trapped in that dreadful, inexplicable day.
“Jillian,” Leon said calmly. “There are people outside.”
He was standing in front of my bedroom window, and when I joined him, eyeing the road below, I saw them. A man and a woman who seemed to be in their mid-forties. The man wore ill-fitting clothes. A chequered shirt two sizes too small, and a pair of torn jeans. The woman, on the other hand, wore a pristine, shapely dress with a floral pattern. She looked oddly familiar, though her eyes were jittery and unfocused. It was the man who’d locked his eyes onto our house.
“I… vaguely recognise her,” Leon said.
I nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know her name, but I remember her. She looks a tad older, perhaps. I don’t know the man though.”
“You stay here,” Leon said, reaching inside his coat. “Don’t come out.”
“What are you holding?” I frowned, noting his shiftiness.
“Just…” Leon concealed his hand within the thick, wintry coat. “Are you going to stay in here?”
My eyes grew as I spotted a glint of metal. “You don’t… No, Leon. Please. Don’t tell me you have what I think you have.”
“We had no idea what we were going to find here,” The man protested.
I scoffed. “Leon Taylor? Carrying a gun? The boy who berated me for killing me a spider.”
Before he replied, there came the sound of the front door swinging open. And when we spun our heads back to the bedroom window, we saw that the man and woman were no longer on the street. I realised they were inside.
“Hello?” Called a man from downstairs. “We mean you no harm.”
“I have a weapon,” Leon yelled, slipping the pistol out of a hidden holster.
“Don’t shoot… It’s Bernie Bradley…” The man shouted weakly.
My mouth gaped. Bernie Bradley was in my brother’s school year. I remembered him. And as I recalled the face of the man I’d seen on the street, I didn’t find it hard to believe it had been the face of that same boy, twenty-six years into the future.
“What do you want?” I yelled.
“To help you,” He replied. “Before they come.”
“Who?” Leon asked.
“I’ll tell you if you put that weapon away,” Bernie said.
“I don’t trust you enough for that,” My friend growled.
“Are you Leon Taylor?” The man asked.
“Why?” Leon responded.
“Sydney Manley pushed you off the swing set, and you called her a fat cow,” Bernie said. “She ran home in tears.”
It wasn’t enough. In a place like that, which defied all laws of rationality, it wasn’t enough for Bernie Bradley to know that. But Leon and I needed it to be enough because we were hopelessly alone. Hopelessly afraid. And hopelessly desperate.
My friend re-holstered his weapon, and we walked onto the landing. Bernie and the woman were midway up the stairs. The man’s hands were raised, but the woman barely seemed aware of where they were. Barely seemed aware of herself.
“Leon Taylor and Jillian Maynard. Is that right?” Bernie asked.
“How did you recognise us?” I asked.
“You were the only ones who escaped,” He replied. “The Maynards and Leon Taylor.”
“The only ones?” Leon asked incredulously.
Bernie nodded. “Others tried, but the frost got them.”
“So, why aren’t you…” I started, unable to finish.
“Mind if we sit down before I answer that?” He asked.
I looked at Leon, and my friend begrudgingly nodded. We all headed to the living room and sat down. Once we did, Bernie Bradley told us an incredible story, and the woman beside him simply rocked on the sofa, face painted with a disturbing smile.
Bernie had been a ten-year-old boy, sitting at his bedroom desk, when the chill swept through his room. He told us that he remembered nothing but a black void. He might’ve been there for an eternity, or it might’ve been less than a moment.
When he woke from that dark slumber, still a ten-year-old boy sitting in the desk chair, Bernie looked out of the bedroom window. He was overcome by the horrible feeling that time had been lost, but he didn’t know how much. And when he saw residents frozen in the street, he realised that something awful had happened. Bernie found his own paused parents in the kitchen, and they were completely unresponsive to his pleas.
The lonely, frightened boy ran through the town, calling for help. Nobody answered. After a long day of searching, he returned to his house in tears. For a week, Bernie lived on cans of food from the cupboards. And then he heard shouting from the street.
“Hello? Is anybody there?” A man called.
Bernie ran outside to find Mr Johnson. The farmer had just woken from ‘a darkness’ to find the town full of statues. Bernie told Mr Johnson that he’d been alone for a week, but he had no idea how long he’d been frozen before that. The boy wanted to leave, but the farmer said they had to save as many people as possible. They had a duty to do so. After all, neither the farmer nor the boy knew what might happen to them if they were to run. The frost might return.
Anyway, Mr Johnson took Bernie under his wing. The crops in his field, thankfully, had unfrozen, as had his entire farmhouse. Mr Johnson fed Bernie, and the two of them survived. A week later, they found Elizabeth Coulter, the local headteacher, wandering through the town. Over the course of the following year, a dozen more unfrozen souls were saved and brought back to Mr Johnson’s farm.
But things changed as time passed. The newer thawed souls were unhinged. The longer a person had been trapped in that black stasis, the less human they became. They were still intelligible, but they spoke only of the voice in the void. A voice that they missed in the land of the living. They were irritable, but Mr Johnson cared for them, all the same. Eventually, they fled.
This only worsened as the years went by. After a decade, Bernie’s mother and father unfroze. However, his dad ran, and his mum only remained because she was lost and confused. She would rant and rave about the Speaker. The one that would make everything better. The one that would make them all eternal.
It was during the year of 2018 that things crossed a terrifying line. Mr Johnson had decided that newcomers were not welcome. It was a decision of necessity, not cruelty. The recently unfrozen folk had become more than unintelligible. They had become dangerous.
“Hark! The Speaker calls!” Walter Frankton screamed.
The middle-aged man, who had once been a police officer, was standing outside Mr Johnson’s farmhouse. When the community of sane people emerged, they screeched at the sight of Walter holding a charred body above his head. Nobody identified the burnt corpse, but Mr Johnson wasted no time in drawing his rifle and giving Mr Frankton ten seconds to flee.
Bernie explained that Walter laughed demonically, before disappearing into the night. Over the coming years, bodies were found in the street. Followers of the Speaker would relentlessly pursue Mr Johnson’s community, so the sane folk kept distant from the people of the Speaker. Few of Mr Johnson’s followers understood why they stayed, yet nobody felt able to leave. Something was keeping them there.
A couple of weeks before Leon and I arrived, however, Bernie said that Mr Johnson finally announced his plan to leave. There were murmurs of uncertainty. Everybody wanted to escape, of course, but fear had always stopped them. Still, they trusted Mr Johnson. If anybody had the power to safely lead them away from the place controlling their minds, it had to be the brave farmer. Packing and preparations began.
However, some days later, Bernie Bradley happened to look out of an upstairs window and notice Mr Johnson. The old man was wandering aimlessly onto the driveway, stumbling like a drunken man towards his vehicle. Bernie said there was a small child standing beside the car. The young boy led Mr Johnson to the driver’s door with a smile, and the two of them fled.
Things disintegrated after that. When a Molotov cocktail found its way through a window, the community dispersed. The sane folk fled in different directions, and Bernie was left alone with his mother.
“We’ve been running for days,” Bernie explained. “I keep finding the bodies of people from my community. Charred corpses in the street. I tried to leave this town, but it wouldn’t let me. The farther I drove, the sharper the pang in my heart. I knew I'd die if I were to keep going.”
“How did you find us?” Leon asked.
“I heard you,” Bernie replied. “Hard to miss the sound of an engine in a dead place like this. I had a hunch that it might be you.”
“You must've heard my brother then?” I asked hopefully.
Bernie frowned. “Alan's here? That might explain the raucous a few days ago… I don’t know what I heard. Noise. Lots of it... You won't find him, Jill. You have to run whilst it still lets you. The frost might be gone, but… something lingers.”
“The Speaker?” Leon asked.
Bernie nodded. “I was fortunate enough to never hear it. Or never remember hearing it. I don't know what it said to them. My mother won't tell me.”
Bernie looked at the woman next to him. The one who appeared to be the same age as him, though I realised he was still a decade younger. The horror of our town had aged him beyond his years.
“It will be so glorious…” Bernie’s mother giggled, eyes bearing faint pupils behind mild cataracts.
“You’re lucky that they didn’t see you arrive,” Bernie said. “Otherwise, you’d be dead already. But they’ll come. Sooner or later. And you need to listen to me if you want a safe way out of here. Okay? We need to distract them. Keep them off your backs.”
I shook my head. “I need to find my brother. I know he came to this town. I thought I'd find him in our home, but–”
“– Walter wanted him,” Bernie’s mother hissed.
The woman stopped rocking. Stopped smiling. And her head snapped to face me with such eerie speed that I thought it might entirely disconnect from her neck. Bernie quivered, seemingly just as horrified by his mother’s words as the rest of us.
“Mother…?” He asked.
“Walter wanted him. Walter wanted him. Walter wanted him!” The woman laughed, taunting me.
“What does she mean?” I sobbed. “Does Walter Frankton have my brother?”
Bernie’s face whitened. “If he does, your brother's either been flayed or charred.”
“Christ, Bernie,” Leon replied.
I sniffled. “I won’t leave until I know.”
“He’s already dead,” Bernie bluntly said.
“We don’t know that!” I cried.
I thought the others were sitting in stunned silence because I’d spoken so assertively. However, as I calmed my breathing, and the throbbing sensation in my ears quietened, I heard it too. The sound of laughing voices. Bernie’s mother strained to smile broadly. She looked as pained as my mother, but grateful for the privilege of the discomfort.
“You don't want to see this. We'll head through the back. Do not look at the street...” Bernie hoarsely pleaded as I rose.
But I was already running to the door.
I flung it open and started to run down the path, with Leon and Bernie in tow. Then, my eyes met the mob spilling beyond the end of the street. The crowd easily numbered a hundred people, and each face wore a terrible smile. Eyes glassy, yet all-seeing.
There was a man shuffling from the crowd towards me, like a terrified toddler taking its first steps. I tried to blot his face from my mind. I didn’t want to see it, though it was too late for that. I’d seen everything the moment I faced the crowd. Eventually, I fell to my knees and howled as I embraced the truth.
The shuffling man, who had been flayed alive, was my brother.
Alan reached towards me with an outstretched hand, weakly shouting something, before toppling forwards. He was reduced to a motionless heap on the road.
“Jill!” Leon cried again, rushing to me. “We have to go!”
I continued to wail as the gleeful crowd surged forwards. I resisted Leon, but he easily hauled my limp body to the car and bundled me into the back.
“He needs help...” I blubbered.
“He’s gone, Jill,” Leon whispered.
“What about your family?” I asked.
“They’re all gone...” He sniffled, stepping on the accelerator.
Staring through the rear-view window, I watched the crowd approach my old home. Bernie stood on the front porch, and his mother had her hands on his shoulders. The man did not run. As we pulled off the driveway, it almost seemed as if he, too, finally had a smile on his face. The mob swarmed Bernie, and I heard a brief cry of agony. It may have been ecstatic or fearful. It may have been both.
After we crossed the border, no chill pierced us. We were free to leave. But I know Leon and I belong to that town. I have always suspected that the wind grazed its teeth against my skin when I was a child. It grazed all of us. For, even now, I still feel that link. That urge to return to the salivating mob with a smile on my face.
When I returned home to find that my father was missing, I knew he felt it too.

I’m looking for an active, English speaking player from the UK time region who will advertise my guild in exchange for gold. I will pay 20 silver an advertisement in the map chat including the teleport fee.
Basically there is about 32 maps that are free to play. If you want to earn more you could advertise on the expansion maps aswell.
You will get a bonus of 2 gold for each newcomer.
What I require from you: - To be well versed in the guild process. - Advertisement rounds each hour. (1 message in the map chat on each free to play location) - Be communicative and kind to people who ask lots of questions. - Send invites and mail the copy-paste information via mail to those who are interested. - Send me the screenshots as a proof each time you finish an advert round. - Have at least one waypoint on each location. - Be online every day, especially in the evenings.
Frequently asked questions: 1) What’s the guild about? - it’s a Roleplay guild named “Nonstop Roleplay” 2) Do I need to participate in the guild activities? - No, I just need you to advertise, answer questions and accept people into the guild. 3) How often do I have to advertise? - I would like you to do this at the end of each hour. 4) I have to attend to IRL stuff from time to time is it a problem? - It is okay. But I need you to be ingame daily. Some days can be skipped due to IRL stuff, it’s alright. 5) How much can I earn a day? - Up to 50 gold if advertised on each map once each hour. 6) Do you need just one person for this or many can do? - I’d like to hire up to 3 people.
My discord is @“Letaletaleta” (Nutty) Hit me up if you’re interested.

They're one of the few characters who we get to see the past life they had before they died in the form of their letters to the Traveler "Your friend, Micah Abram." This may be a personal thing, but I'm a sucker for things from the respective of regular people within the universe. That aside, they speak of these dreams they have about being an exo and jumping toward what they believe to be the Traveler. She hears a voice in these dreams that says things like "I won't let you die before the interesting part" and "Are you sure you know what you think you know?" all while being beckoned to come closer or higher.
It feels like these dreams are closer to visions from the Traveler given the actions she performs and the voice that speaks to them and something going on on the Traveler's end given Micah would become an exo and get closer to the Traveler through becoming a Guardian.
We know Micah is Micah-10 because of her "dreams" that ring similar to Cayde's courtesy of the Legacy's Oath Greaves. She dreams of a battle below a black tower. Every "fiftieth" and "hundredth" (side note, wouldn't every fiftieth also be every hundredth?) she years lines that her Papa and Dad told her in the previously mentioned lore book.
After she becomes a guardian, she becomes a shepherd to groups of ghosts finding guardians. One of these would become Andal Brask, the Hunter Vanguard before Cayde. In the same lore tab, we learn that she's already friends with Tallulah Fairwind, the first Hunter vanguard and confirms that the Last city is probably in South America given that she notes that she sent him "Across the Pacific."
We even know that she's personally had to fight Cyrell, the Ghost Hunter through some extra lines.
Players can go their whole lives without learning about Micah. Sure, there are other characters like Dredgen Yor and Shin Malfur who aren't really seen on screen, but they do get plenty of spotlight in instances like the b-plot of Forsaken's seasons so some players at least know about them. Hell Shurya's fireteam might be more well known due to the popularity of the trials weapons. Micah definitely deserves more love from Bungie given how much development she's seen in the background. Like I doubt she's spending much time currently defending Coyote from the House of Kings after their leadership has been dead for ages.

I received a letter last week “self assessment tax calculation” stating I am owed £5,344.67- this alone is excessive considering I didn’t work so much last year, I haven’t assigned an agent myself but somehow there is an agent assigned to my case. I’ve had 1 tax return in the past for approx £800, I didn’t assign a agent then either I just assumed HMRC did it off their own backs. I’ve phoned HMRC and they can’t tell me who the agent is, how can I find out who’s filed a tax return in my name and how?

I stopped playing soon after season of the drifter, due to exreme lack of content, copy paste content and deleting of content after a season ends. I came back to play the Witchqueen dlc, in the past 2 years i did some quests, some dungeons and some raids here and there, but really havent played much at all after Witchqueen.
I didnt even bought Lightfall, bc of its mostly negative reviews, am i missing out on anything? Or can i easily skip it and jump into the final shape?

Hello all! When I was 17 my mom pulled a knife on me two times in one night. I’ve only recently remember how terrified I was, I remember cowering against the wall and begging for her to stop. I remember how scared I was to go to sleep that night. In the morning everything was back to normal though. I had no plans to do it but at school I went to my guidance councilor and told her what happened. She tried downplaying it and saying I should just stay at a friends house but I kept pushing the fact that my mom would just come get me there. Anyway, the state got involved and I was placed in DCF custody. I spent the last half of the school day in the office talking to these two sweet ladies about what happened and if she had done anything in the past. The school had to call the cops because my mom threatened to show up at the school to take me. At the end of the school day I was taken to a group home. While on the way there I was getting spammed by her saying she was gonna kill herself, she’s in an ambulance, bla bla bla. I hated every single second of it, I did not fit in there at all but all the girls there were so kind to me. I was there for I think a week until I got placed with my grandparents. It was hell after getting out of the group home. I had already blocked my mom on everything but she somehow found her way around it. She was making posts about me on facebook about how i’m a liar, she would send me texts from a number that was not hers saying that i’ve betrayed her, the list goes on. I was still involved with the state and they asked if I wanted to take my (our) cat but I said no because I felt bad, she didn’t have anyone. Flash forward a few months and my boyfriend at the time got a message from her saying “hey asshole, tell (my name) her cat died”. it was a horrible way to find out and the cherry on top, she blamed me. she said he died because I broke his heart. that obviously hurt me at that time but now it’s completely different. I didn’t even say goodbye to him, I didn’t know I wasn’t going home so I didn’t get to say goodbye. I grew up with that cat, I loved him so much and I often wonder if he noticed I was gone or if he missed me. I desperately wish I took him. I would get a letter on my birthday every year about how much she loves me BUT I was being dramatic and lied and betrayed BUT she still loves me. She even lied to the court. She told them she was cutting an apple and later told them she was making dinner. she has said i’m a liar, I deceive and manipulate everyone. i’ve played the victim for “waaaaay too long”, I am “faaaaaar from innocent”, I made “the worst decision I will ever make”, she loves me but I am the “ultimate judas”, but at the end of it all, she still loves me dearly and always will. in one of the letters she told me I was being dramatic, put my big girl pants on, and get over it. I haven’t gotten a letter or message since I turned 21 which has been a blessing. It’s been a long time but I am still afraid of her, afraid of running into her, and afraid of being her. i’ve written at least a dozen letters to her but have never sent them, I don’t think I would. I don’t want her to kill herself or post it everywhere. Anyway, I don’t know what else to say here so yeah, my venting/ranting has come to an end. if you do, thank you for reading:)

I have seen a number of folks post about this here since the preview for feedback on an item listing page started including the "most relevant" feedbacks a seller has received instead of the 3 most recent. And when I just received a neutral that had a bunch of keywords like "shipping" and "packaging" in it, I just knew it was going to end up on that preview page for the next 6 months ... and lo and behold, there it is.
The problem with this tool, is that it posts 3 random feedback on EVERY one of your listings for up to months at a time. So, if the tool determines that a negative feedback has the keywords it likes, it's going to be front and center blocking trust in your business for a long time.
I have started messaging eBay Twitter and Facebook and leaving comments using the developer sections of the site (I.E., where eBay says "leave comments" or feedback on the site tools. I have had luck in the past doing this for features that needed improvement.
However, I thought I would share the message I am using in case any others of you may want to help contact eBay in an attempt to get this feature changed. You could feel free to send this message or a variation thereof to any point of contact you can make with eBay.

I wanted to write to you about the negative implications the preview of seller feedback when users browse listings on eBay.
Currently, when users view a listing, it shows 3 feedback selected by AI to appear on the listing page. I am not on the backend of the development, but it seems these listings are based on the number of times a user leaving feedback uses words like shipping, price, packaging, etc., in a flawed attempt to choose the most relevant feedback.
However, after months of this tool being used, I have seen a number of users on social media sites related to eBay sellers show exactly how this tool is negatively impacting buyer experience, seller experience, and ultimately buyer trust in the eBay site as a whole.
Problems with the current tool
· False relevance. First off, the goal of these feedback selection is stated to be choosing feedback which are most relevant, yet it does not seem that negative and neutral feedback are weighted proportionally to the number of negative and neutral feedback a seller has. Sellers with 99.8% positive feedback will have negative and neutral feedback shown on EVERY listing a buyer sees on mobile for up to 6 months. How are the 1-2 negative feedback out of a 1,000 determined to be most relevant to the buyer?
· Seller experience. Having negative feedback shown on every listing impacts sales. This not only harms eBay’s sales, but also seriously can impact sales an individual seller for up to 6 months at a time, despite having a stellar feedback reputation, because one negative or neutral will show on all of their listings for up to 6 months.
· Buyer experience and trust in the eBay site. If buyers are seeing negative feedback as a greater proportion of feedback left in the site (I.E., they see 1 out 3 feedback is negative on an item page, when actually the seller has 1 out of 500 negative feedback) this disproportionate rate of negative feedback shown seriously impacts a buyer’s trust, not only in the individual seller, but in that of the site itself. Why would they shop on eBay when other sites do a much better job of arguing that they are trustworthy by highlighting the most positive reviews?
Resolution options
· Allow sellers to choose glowing feedback to highlight on their listing page. Most websites allow sellers/users to choose recommendations from their buyers that they want to highlight. These testimonials will help increase buyer trust and close sales. Sellers could choose feedback they have received in the past 6 months to highlight on the bottom of the item listing page on the app from the top 20 or 30 suggestions the AI bot gives them and they could receive a message when one of those feedback is too old to display, asking them to choose a new on from a list of recommendations.
· Alternatively, even returning to showing the 3 most recent feedback instead of the “most relevant” would be a step up. It would be a more accurate representation of the number of positive/negative someone received and a negative feedback would fall off the page after receiving a couple of more positive reviews
· Opt out. Maybe the easiest to implement options, would be to allow a seller to opt out of using the AI generated “top 3 relevant” feedback as a work around until a better system is designed that does not hurt site trust, seller experience, and buyer experience.

If any of you all decide to help petition for the improvement of those tool, through use of this form letter or otherwise, that would be very helpful to all eBay users. Thanks!

I thought this was initially due to me running v3 vs the newly released v4 so I updated, but it made no difference. Can anyone clarify what this error is pointing to? I can't make heads or tails of it. Sorry for the typos, I had to jump through a bunch of hoops to be able to copy and paste it because of how I'm accessing the server right now.
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Hi, I am reading a new novel called advent of immortal truth by Gu Zhen Re on Qidian. However, it's hard to translate it as I cannot copy/paste on Qidian even with the chrome extension. Currently, I take screenshots and translate to text,I would like to ask for advice for easier solutions please.

Apparently affiliate links are not allowed. Guess what, I don't have any affiliations! They were just links copy and pasted here. Stupid fail by Reddit.
If anybody wants my worklflow with the minor machine amendments, DM me and I will share them.

Hello people. Right away I will inform you that my English is not really good so perhaps you may notice this in text below. (If someone will even notice this lol)
This is my first time in my life I post something like this, I usually don't do stuff like that and I only read what people write and looked at their answers when I am doing some research I am interested in or need to know something.
Okay, so let me introduce myself fully, to help me identify my mbti type.
I am 18 years old, born in the beginning of March, just an average well-mannered man who has two online friends from other countries with whom I play videogames with and a third childhood friend who I know since first grade from school and still communicate with but not really often sometimes.
The country of birth I am from is Latvia, and I had changed schools 8 times in different countries if I am not mistaken. Currently I am in the UK and have been living here for three and a half years now and I was going to school for two years and now in College for a year.
I am an extremely quiet person, who often needs time alone. I live only with my mother for my whole life, I currently have two cats (I extremely love cats and dogs, I am mostly a cat person) everytime I see my cats, I pick them up and kiss them everywhere and make "high pitched voice with exaggerated emotions" as I love them with all my heart. At home, I act like a totally different person comparing to when I step out of the house and go to college or anywhere. I ALWAYS avoid eye contact with people, I don't smile in public, only when I walk with my mother then I smile often and laugh. In college I usually don't say a SINGLE word, this can continue for a whole day until I come home. In public I act cold, I always have a death stare on my face and if someone will approach me and ask me something etc. I immediately do a "fake smile" and act really kind and politely like I am the most kindest person, just to not offend the person. (Not always). I ALWAYS change my personality depending on my mood, the person who talks to me and where am I. As I have three friends, I am REALLY unfriendly, I remember my mother always said to me that I should make friends here in UK, and be friendly, and I always said "no." For me, there is absolutely no point at all for me to be friends with someone as three friends I have is more than enough for me. Before I flew to UK, I lived in Cyprus and went to school from March till November, and from that year, 2020 when I turned 14, I changed a lot and became extremely unfriendly, and hated people really much (Now I don't really hate them, but I avoid them really much xd) Many students, even the teachers in Cyprus were scared of me like I was the devil. The teacher even called my mother once and told her that I am a demon haha. In UK when I started going to school, I wasn't "a demon" anymore, but still my behaviour remained the same. I am often in bad mood, usually in evenings, overall my mood is ALWAYS neutral, but in bad mood I don't feel anything, just a pressure in my chest like I am drowning, I listen to sad, ambient music every day, usually at night before sleep, and daydream about anything, imagining random scenarios and situations I could be in real life and thinking how I would act in that moment and what would I answer. I also ALWAYS talk to myself 24/7, 90% of the time loudly, as it is difficult for me just to not move lips at least when I talk to myself in my head. When I am home alone, I talk to myself loud as I would be talking on the phone. I don't know if people do that, maybe I am weird asf ik lol.
I also want to say how I act when someone says something negative about me, I think this could also help identifying my mbti type. In simple words, I don't give a fuck, if someone will start swearing at me and say many negative things about me, I usually laugh, the words people say to me are just emtpy words to me, It does not affect me AT ALL. Even if my mother would do something like this (She would never ever) I wouldn't care less, or maybe not, who knows.
I never do it back in answer, I just accept all they said to me and continue to do my business. I never do revenges, I simply don't care. Sometimes maybe I could get offended, but after a day or two, I forget about it. I often think about the past sometimes, but I don't regret my mistakes I did in the past etc as I know there's not point of it at all and I just accept it as a part of my life experience, if I can't change it, there is no point to think about that, however, I could sometimes think about what I could do instead in these moments. Soon I will finish college and I will have to find a job, as I have social anxiety and have really big problems with social skills and not knowing what to answer to the questions, everytime when I understand I have to do the research for the most common questions that they give in interviews, know what and how to answer, I panic and stress about my future and start to think really pessimistically, I always think I will not able to find a job and that I will just kill myself just to not deal with people and all this shit, but I understand I have no choice, and I have to go though this.. I have many plans to the future, I want to become a twitch streamer with my friend, I want to buy many things and do many things in my life, but I never have a detailed plan of exactly what will I do to do everything I want to, I don't see a point of it as my future changes everyday, who knows, maybe tomorrow the ww3 will start all around the world and I will die, or I will get a really deadly disease or some cancer and I will die, anything can happen to me in the future. I am not really sure about my orientation, whether is it the past, future, or the present.
Sorry if I gave too much information about myself but I think it is necessary because I came to ask about my mbti type, I really want to know.
I have been doing some research for approximately two months, and I still can't figure out which is my mbti type. I did the personality test many times, like ten, perhaps more, most of my answers were istj, isfp and I had an isfj once.
Here are two links where I did my personality tests if you need it:

1. https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test
   
2. https://www.michaelcaloz.com/personality/
   

I took two tests on the second link which I think gives clearer information, after I finish the test, there are all 16 types ranked from most to least likely for me.
My Cognitive Functions Results are:
Te - Fi - Ni - Si
And the first place is an istj, then estj (which I completely will not agree with as I am extremely introverted) and then the third one is intj and so on.
I did some research about the istjs and intjs and also about isfps, read many reddits with people with these mbti types, and 90% of their traits are not true with mine at all. (Or maybe it's because I am stupid)
However, I still think I could be an istj or an isfp, MAYBE somehow an intj, or intp/infp.
According to my research, istjs are hardworking, and not often lazy, emotionless, etc. But if we talk about laziness, it's completely the opposite, I am extremely lazy.. And the isfps are artists etc. even though I hate art and wouldn't say that I am artistic, however I think I am artistic in different things which I don't know really. I asked my mother about this and she said when I was a child, I was more artistic, I danced a lot and singed. Now not too much, I dance rarely, if I am home alone, I sing often, and I still do many hand movements for instance when I am speaking, maybe this could count.
Also, I have been thinking a lot that the zodiac sign would really affect the mbti type. For instance: An istj leo, comparing to istj pisces (I am march pisces) we could be completely different, however maybe I am mistaken about that.
Yes, I believe in astrology, not completely, but in some aspects (if it's a correct word) I may believe.
Okay, that's all I wanted to share, if you read all that, I appreciate you with all my heart.
I am looking foward for the answers, if anyone have a question, feel free to ask them to me. I will be happy to answer them :]
Edit: It may be stupid, but maybe somehow it could tell my personality types aswell. My favourite series are Peaky Blinders and Breaking bad. In Peaky Blinders I extremely like Thomas Shelby, I even copied his body language etc. I really like the actor itself too. Same thing from Breaking Bad, I really like Gus Fring, he is an istj according to my research.
If we talk about movies, my favourites in the list are Oppenheimer, Harry Potter, perhaps also Godzilla, and Pacific Rim. (Which I loved when I was young)
From Harry Potter movie, my favourite actor was always Severus Snape (He is an intj) I am obsessed with him since I watched Harry Potter for the first time when I was like ten, I even have his wand haha. I even tried to copy his body language, voice etc. I have noticed, that I like characters like them. I've noticed I like villains very much, if I would be in the movies or anime perhaps, I would prefer to be a villain 100% My most favourite anime is Monster. I am obsessed with Johan Liebert, I sometimes copy his body language now, for example hold my hands behind my back exactly like him when walking.
Forgot to mention about school also, I extremely hated it, since 3rd grade I already knew school was useless, and it will not affect my life AT ALL. I never did homeworks, fuck them mf. Don't even ask me how I finished school, it's a miracle for me, although here in UK it's much easier to finish school comparing to Europe.
Anyways, hope this additional information will help :D

A lot of these instances are BEC, but it’s all coming to a breaking point and I know that soon it’ll culminate into something huge because that’s just the type of person my MIL is.
My MIL and I always had a decent relationship pre pregnancies. She’s always been a bit overbearing and will say some questionable shit here and there, but she only really started showing her ass when I got pregnant for the first time in December. During that pregnancy she:
•announced to the family group chat immediately after we told her. Not even giving us the chance to tell her not to. Her exact words were “DH is having a baby! I’m going to be a grandmother!”
•always comparing our symptoms and experiences. I wasn’t nauseous or throwing up at all for my last pregnancy and she would always tell me “well eventually it’s going to hit you like it hit me and you’ll be miserable” like she was wishing I’d be sick or something.
•always insisting I’d have a girl knowing that myself and DH wished for a boy first because she never got her girl.
•offered to do the gender reveal, but only the cake that we wanted because she wanted to be the first to know the baby’s gender.
•didn’t help with anything while we were going through a big move, but wanted to do the fun stuff like paint the baby’s mural.
•her (literally) crazy friend offered to rent out one her homes to us, MIL set it up. We were all excited because it was a very nice house. We started moving stuff in. I unfortunately miscarried during this time and about a week later, while still grieving, her friend went insane, raised the rent on us BECAUSE our baby died, signed another renters agreement with some random dude while our stuff was still in her house, and told us to hit the road basically.
•after this, MIL still thought she could give input on where we live. lol no. Never again.
•the day I found out I miscarried, we went back home (were staying next door to her at the time) And the literal second we pulled up, she comes running out of her house (DH and she are NOT close like that at all. We lived next door and still tried to not see her every day) trying to make the miscarriage about her grief. At the time we were writing a goodbye letter to our dead baby, and DH told her to go the fuck away basically.
•I just found out recently that she took it upon herself to message everyone in the family to leave me alone and not bother me during the miscarriage because I “wasn’t in the right headspace.” So while I was spiraling mentally during the loneliest, darkest hour of my life thinking that nobody gave a fuck, it was actually my MIL inserting herself.
Well she chilled out for awhile and things seemed to level out… until I found out I was pregnant again in May…
•We didn’t tell everyone right away this time, we wanted to make sure we made it past the point we did last time. We were going to appointments in secrecy. During this time, DH stopped sharing his location with his mom for that reason. It always bothered me that he just let his mom have his location at almost 30, because she’d make comments when it was just the two of us like “I think DH forgot about his location being on (he didn’t, he just didn’t care enough to turn it off) promise you won’t tell him” but this gave him reason to turn it off. After we announced, she had the AUDACITY to ask me why his location wasn’t on. When I explained the very valid reason, she said, verbatim “Having his location, as a mother, is like an umbilical cord to me. I can’t eat or sleep if I can’t check and see that he’s okay.” Um. He goes to work and comes home. I have his location, if anything ever happens I’ll lyk. I told DH this and he admitted it was weird and agreed to not give it back to her and that when we go on vacation again (the reason it was on to begin with) he will share with his grandmother, but not with her.
•she tried to announce to the family again. DH, thankfully, intercepted and shut her down.
•she’s still doing her comparison bullshit. When she asked what my hope for a birth plan was, I told her I wanted to try an unmedicated birth. She said something along the lines of “just give it five minutes into labor and you’ll be begging for an epidural” followed by a long tangent about her “traumatic” (she tore, and not even badly, that was it) epidural birth.
•she wants to set up a nursery for our baby in her 2 bedroom house. 1) her house is and is always a mess. Trash everywhere, dishes in the sink, she doesn’t clean, doesn’t tidy 2) has 4 untrained animals running around the house pissing and shitting all over all of the floors. Including the cats. 3) the room she wants to set up for the baby is currently housing baby chickens and I don’t trust her cleaning ability enough to EVER get that mess out. 4) she’s always complaining about money and not having enough of it, wants to spend LOTS of money on shit for a baby nursery, and then will end up not helping us with Jack shit, I just know it 5) baby will NEVER spend enough time in her pigsty to need a nursery, I don’t even trust her to babysit.
•she’s been playing favorites with DH’s cousin’s baby already. Checks on them literally every day, calls, texts, whatever, and only checks on me and baby once a week, if even. This normally wouldn’t bother me because I don’t care to speak to her often, but it’s not about me. It’s about her literal biological grandchild that she is already deprioritizing, but wants to do all of this surface level shit for. I refuse to let my baby be a hip accessory on a Facebook post for her to get her little social media likes.
•the other day we were visiting DHs grandmother because family from out of town were here, cousin and her baby were there. When MIL walked in, she plopped on the ground and doted on the baby for a solid 5 minutes (they were at her house next door not even 10 minutes prior) before even acknowledging my presence or asking how I was feeling or how the baby was doing.
•after cousin and baby left, MIL mentioned that cousin conveniently wants to have her baby’s first birthday party on the same day we were planning my shower (the week of Halloween, I want a Halloween costume party themed shower) and that I have to compromise and pick a different day. She offered for me to do it three weeks before Halloween. Lol? No? That defeats the whole purpose. When I put my foot down she basically implied that she’d go to cousin’s baby’s birthday party and not her own grandchild’s shower, and that she wouldn’t help with anything (not like she would anyways).
Are the pregnancy hormones causing me to overreact?? This shit is rage inducing, no? DH is on my side completely. He’s had enough of his mom’s bullshit and is planning on having a conversation with her as soon as he can. She won’t be receptive, but I can’t deal anymore and neither can he.

Hi, im 19/f and i have an older sister 20/f. Lets call her Lena.
She was always difficult. I couldnt play my new games i got for my birthday, cause she wanted to play and i was only allowed to watch. She would steal all the money i would have saved and told me its no wonder that i dont have any friends. So childhood was difficult.
We still live together with our mother and even tho im not a doormat anymore, i dont think she changed at all. Lena still steals all my money. After i locked my room she stole my key to make a copy so she can still break in. Im so scared to get Ritalin (something i need for my adhd) because i know Lena will steal it.
She judges me for not being active and social even tho i have depressions and ocd. (Officially diagnosed). She doesnt clean or help with anything. She just lets everyone else do her mess for her. She wanted to make a present for her boyfriend and took my books to cut out letters without asking
After i told her i dont think its okay to make a nazi salute (big deal in germany) she accused me of calling her a nazi and that i dont have any right to complain as a white person and then cried to my mother because i called her a nazi without any reason.
I just cant do it anymore. I hate her, she is awful. One time Lena got 3000€ from my grandfather to get her driver license and a car. She spended all the money on alcohol for her friends. While my mother didnt know how she is supposed to buy food, she spended 3000€ on alcohol for her friends. Not even herself. How evil can a person be?
She doesnt even realise it. She thinks she is always the victim. Way too smart for me. Way too mature for me. She is just superior and i cant tell her anything. It so awful for my mental health. She always screams than i say anything against her and i cant have stuff without Lena taking or destryoing it. I cant move out now and i dont know what to do.

I deposited some eth last night to my Binance eth (ERC-20) address and after hundreds of confirmations, the money never showed up in my Binance eth wallet. I’ve sent to this wallet before so I just don’t understand why this would happen. All addresses were copied and pasted, no memo required.
Now Binance wants to charge me 5% to recover the funds. If they can even do it. What an absolute joke. That’s essentially robbing me for trying to deposit onto their exchange.
Insult to injury is I sent it to Binance so I could buy BNB- at $633. It’s Fxxxing 660 now!
Txid:
0xeef1991a4f69d9a323d11abde2735e4b5d4d0c37d03d0c4fdd3536d40cee6ede

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