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Reddit Ares: War and Farming Clan

2014.07.26 08:12 Dontinquire Reddit Ares: War and Farming Clan

This is the official subreddit for the clan Reddit Ares in Clash of Clans.
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2014.05.27 21:51 fiziks07 Reddit Lithium A Town Hall 9/10 War Clan Clash of Clans

##About Lithium Reddit Lithium is a competitive war clan striving to be the best. We are sisters with Reddit Troopers, and our feeder is Reddit Ion. We try to maintain a fun, competitive, and caring environment inside the clan. Started by Jsmith over a year ago, we slowly grew in size and number.
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2014.04.29 01:46 JoshHuff132 Reddit Phantom

**HELLO FELLOW CLASHERS!** Reddit Phantom is a part of the Reddit Clan system found at /ClashOfClans. We are a Verified Reddit Clan! Come check us out, and we look forward to having you at Reddit Phantom.
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2023.03.26 07:50 IG_gamernoob newest addition to the collection 👊🏼

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2023.03.26 07:49 Shot-Marsupial-5124 [Recruiting] AriX Alliance ArmyOf9YearOlds #20YLR2LUJ TH11+ Level 17-5 Competitive and Semi-Competitive Wars

Welcome to the AriX Alliance! 🔗︱https://discord.gg/arix
[👽] ArmyOf9YearOlds - #20YLR2LUJ - Clan Level 18 - Capital Hall 10 - Champion League II
[💀] Assassins - #92G9J8CG - Clan Level 17 - Capital Hall 10 - Master League II
[🐦] Phoenix Reborn - #28VUPJRPU - Clan Level 16 - Capital Hall 10 - Champion League III
[🪐] Project AriX - #2YL99GC9L - Clan Level 12 - Capital Hall 10 - Master League I
[🛩️] AirStrike X - #2QJCQ9Y8V - Clan Level 5 - Capital Hall 7 - Master League III
Alliance Info: - 📅 Made: 2020 - 📌 Location: International, English Speaking
What we offer: - ✨ Top quality Clans - 💬 Hyper Active Discord Server - 🏹 Back to Back Wars - 💥 CWL ranging from Gold to Champs - 💌 Quick and maxed Donations - 🎮 Maxed Clan Games (100k+) - 🕍 Elite Clan Capital results (1400+ Medals) - 💦 AriX eSports Team exclusively for our members - 🎉 Alliance Events, Tourneys, Wars, Farming Competitions and more!
Requirements: - 🌐 Only recruiting TH11 - TH15 - 🚨 DISCORD IS MANDATORY! - ⚡️ Competitive, Semi-Competitive & Casual Players - ✅ A Basic understanding of Attack Strategies - 💔 Non-Rushed nor Engineered Bases!
FREE BENEFITS you won’t find anywhere else! - ⭐ NO DONO REQUIREMENTS! - 🤖 Tons of stat trackers, entertainment, and custom bots made by our programmers! - 💰 Members-only Base Vault exclusively supplied by RH Base Building. - 📈 Guides, Coaching and Attack Planning support! - 👑eSports Teams!
What are you waiting for? Come JOIN us, and continue the journey with us! 🔗︱https://discord.gg/arix
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2023.03.26 07:46 tkothari Response CL sizing

I'm looking for a grey casual sneaker and like the Response CLs - link. I usually wear US 10, but based on the toe-to-heal measurements on the website size guide, US 11 should fit me.
I also have a pair of Lite Racer Adapt 3.0s in US 9.5 which fit me perfectly. Now I'm confused what size to get.
On top of this, reviews suggest that these run narrow and one should go half size up.
Can someone advise upon what size would be best to get?
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2023.03.26 07:46 -txtsuya- Just finished P4G!! Here's a tier list of my ranking of the social links + some photos :3

Persona 4 Golden was just... AMAZING!! It's so amazing that it's now my favorite video game!
I like the dungeons in this game far better than P5R's palaces. I love the story and characters! It has a nostalgic, warm, relatable feeling... I guess it's because I'm also from a similar small town like Inaba. I like true crime and murder mysteries, so I knew I would probably like this game!
I ended up romancing Yukiko! I'm gay, so when I romance characters in games, I select them as more of a "would I be best friends with this character?". Yukiko is just wonderful! I almost romanced Rise, but Yukiko is the one for me. :3
I played the remastered version on PS4 and let me tell you... the quality is so good! I don't really care for the picture quality of a game, but P4G is just beautiful on modern consoles!
Overall, Persona 4 Golden is a masterpiece of a game! ☆10/10☆
Also, please comment! I really want to talk about this game! :>
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2023.03.26 07:46 ClearSignificance852 Going good so far…hope the luck holds until April

Demographics
Intended Major(s): Either Philosophy, Politics, Economics or just Philosophy.
Academics
Standardized Testing
List the highest scores earned and all scores that were reported.
Extracurriculars/Activities
List all extracurricular involvements, including leadership roles, time commitments, major achievements, etc.
/#1 Speech and Debate (intentionally vague)
Very highly ranked nationally. National and state level championships. Was also captain.
#2 Debate Coach
Volunteered as a debate coach
#3 Oboe (concert master)
Concertmaster at my school, played in one of the best youth wind ensembles in the state
#4 Piano
Took lessons, competed occasionally. Played at some important halls and played for fundraisers. Played for musicals and chamber groups as well.
#5 Cello (section leader)
Section leader at my school, played some master classes. Nothing huge.
#6 Job
Worked for minimum wage over weekends for four years. That’s it
The rest weren’t important and probably had little impact on my decisions.
Awards/Honors
List all awards and honors submitted on your application.
#1 Speech and Debate Award
#2 National Merit Semifinalist
#3 Speech and Debate Award
#4 Rural Award thingy from College Board (lmao, atleast Northwestern gave me a fee waiver because of it)
#5 AP Scholar Award (lmao)
Letters of Recommendation
(Briefly describe relationships with your recommenders and estimated rating.)
I don’t think anyone truly knows how good their recs are unless they waived FERPA. I got one from my debate coach, philosophy teacher, and orchestra teacher. They were probably(?) ranged from solid to great.
Interviews
Harvard: 6.5/10
Yale: 6/10
Princeton: 7/10
UPenn: 6/10
As you can see, these probably didn’t add a whole lot to my application.
(Briefly reflect on interview experiences, if applicable.)
Essays
Common App: wrote about debate and how it helped me overcome other obstacles in my life. I personally didn’t think it was great but most people say it was alright. 6.5/10
Supps: got much better as I wrote more and more of them. I think they were around a 7.5-9 near the end. Never considered myself an outstanding writer, but other people disagree so maybe I’m just insecure. I tried my best to be genuine and not super cliche or cheesy, as I think admission officers are sick of people being super metaphorical or over the top.
Decisions (indicate ED/EA/REA/SCEA/RD)
Acceptances:
Waitlists:
Rejections:
None
Waiting: Harvard Yale Dartmouth Cornell Brown UPenn Emory Duke
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2023.03.26 07:44 Hyanthe Itinerary Check: April 19 to May 6

Hello! I'm headed for my second trip in Japan next month and had a few questions especially about transport! I've done a similar trip in 2019, but this trip around has more detail and some places I've never been to. I've tried to make it as flexible and open an itinerary as possible with some options for chill/flex days, but I'd love any advice, suggestions, or opinions if any!
April 20 (Thur): - Arrive in Narita at around 3pm. - Collect JR Pass, take bullet train to Kyoto immediately (ETA 7-8pm in Kyoto?) - If possible, walk around the area a bit, but mostly just plan to sleep
April 22 (Sat): - First time daytrip to Himeji. - Any recommendations on what to do besides looking at the castle from afar?
April 23 (Sun): - First time daytrip to Nara - Main sites to see are Nara Park and Todaiji Temple - Open to suggestions otherwise!
April 24 (Mon): - Day trip to Arashiyama area. I went here in 2019 and loved the area so figured I'd like to take the day to enjoy it. I'm hoping that on a Monday, it won't be as busy.
April 26 (Wed): - Day trip to Osaka - Thinking of the aquarium in the morning (hopefully won't be busy on a Wednesday), Shinsekai in the late afternoon, and Dotonbori at early evening/night
April 21, 25, 27, 28: - Flea market at Kitano Tenmangu Shrine on 25th (worth paying a visit?) - General Kyoto sightseeing on these days (Gion, Sanjusangendo, Fushimi Inari, etc.)
April 29 (Sat): - Train to Tokyo probably in late morning/early afternoon - Some general sightseeing around Tokyo if time (Shibuya area probably), but mostly just get settled and chill - Unfortunately I realised too late that I had planned my trip with a part of it in Golden Week but I'm hoping that since I go to Tokyo when Golden Week starts, it might not be too busy in Tokyo? A lot of articles I read said that most people leave Tokyo during this time and flood back at the end of the week, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this will work out okay. If not, should I just be prepared for every bus/train ride to be like riding in a sardine tin and for every site to be busy?
April 30 (Sun): - Daytrip to Kawaguchiko and Fuji Shibazakura Festival - I'm anticipating that this day trip will probably be extremely busy due to Golden Week - I'm hoping to get to Kawaguchiko as early as possible (possibly even taking the first available train/bus there, which seems to taking a train to Shinjuku station at around 6am, then take a bus at 6:45 to Kawaguchiko (I'm guessing the JR Pass won't work on this), arriving at Kawaguchiko Station at 8:30am - Maybe take some pics of Mt. Fuji if it's out, but head straight to the Fuji Shibazakura Festival (~10am to 12pmmaybe?) - Back to Kawaguchiko main area in early afternoon (~1pm), stop by Chureito Pagoda (is it hard to navigate the 400 steps with minor mobility issues?), and possibly Kubota Itchiku Museum if there's time - Take the Mt Fuji Panorama Ropeway, stop by Herb Hall if there's time, then back to Tokyo* - *: When I first went to Kawaguchiko in 2019 by train, I noted that the trains stopped running fairly early, around 5:30pm iirc in June. According to Google Maps though, if I'm taking the bus instead, I seem to be able to leave as late as 8pm and arrive in Shinjuku by 10pm. This would obviously allow me more flexibility and time at Kawaguchiko, but just wanted to confirm this was the best option?
May 1 (Mon): - Daytrip to Hitachi Seaside Park - I'm anticipating that this day trip will probably be extremely busy due to Golden Week
May 2 to 5: - General Tokyo sightseeing (Asakusa [busy for Golden Week probably], TeamLab Planets [is it worth it? I really wanted to go in 2019 but couldn't get tickets and I've heard great things about it], Ueno, Akihabara, Kichijoji + Ghibli Museum, Shibamata?) - I'm planning on visiting the Kameido Tenjin Shrine Wisteria Festival around May 4th, but dates haven't been officially announced, so this may change. - Any other recommended places to visit in Tokyo? I did a bit of the basics in 2019 (Shinjuku, Shibuya, Harajuku, Meiji Shrine etc.) so I haven't included some of those back again due to limited time.
May 6 (Sat): - Flight back to Canada from Narita at 4:55pm (arrive at Narita by ~2pm) - Would transporation to Narita be affected by Golden Week? I was thinking of taking a bit of time to do some light sightseeing if I could, but would it be recommended to head there early instead?
General Questions:
I know I've gone on a lot, so I'm really grateful for your time and patience! I have a few general questions about travelling in Japan again after so long.
  1. How is the weather in late April/early May? I have a high cold tolerance (Canada), but would it be a good idea to still bring a light coat or is that not needed? For reference, I find 10-12C (50-53F) to be when I'd want a light sweater. When is sunset during this time?
  2. I've heard that the JR Rail Pass has since switched over to a paper ticket instead of a pass you show staff. I'm not super familiar with the different train lines, so how would I know if the JR Rail Pass would not be eligible for a particular route I was taking? What if half the route was eligible but the other half was not? Would I be stopped at the gate (at which point I would scan an IC card)?
  3. I still have my Icoca, Pasmo, and Suica cards from my trip in 2019. Can I bring them with me and load them up? Or would I be required to buy new cards? (I got multiple IC cards during my last trip because I wanted to collect the different types haha)
  4. Is Golden Week really as notorious as it seems, specifically in the Tokyo area? Every article I've read says to avoid Golden Week as if your life depended on it, but I unfortunately can't really change plans! I'm looking forward to the potential of seeing carp streamers on Children's Day around the city though (if that's a thing)!
Apologies again for the huge post and thank you for all your help!
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2023.03.26 07:43 lol_chair Got World War Hulk expansion, but need a base set. Original vs Villains?

Some context: I played Legendary a ton a few years ago with my ex who was a big board gamer. He had the original set with a few expansions like Dark City, civil war, x-men, and paint the town red. I haven’t played it since we broke up, but I’ve been dying to get it and I mentioned it to my friend, who (inadvertently) got me the World War Hulk expansion as a gift!! I’m so excited to play it but I know I need a base set.
So the question is: do I get the original set (that I am familiar with and is maybe easier to integrate thematically) or the villains set (more interaction)??
I like the MCU movies, no history with the comics, and my favorite Marvel characters are probably the original avengers, x-men, shang chi, spider-man, ant man, Deadpool. If you only have the villains base set with world war hulk, does it work? Is it weird if things are named differently in the villains base set? I don’t know how much I care if thematically the game is weird if you’re playing hero vs hero, but… maybe the original set is better for a casual gamer. What do you think?
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2023.03.26 07:36 XxCharlie294xX [Recruiting] Mini Mercia #2L8LLJUUJ TH12+ Level 10 War Focused Mighty Mercians

[Mini Mercia - #2L8LLJUUJ](https://link.clashofclans.com/en?action=OpenClanProfile&tag=2L8LLJUUJ)
Are you tired of being overlooked just because you aren't a TH15? Looking for a clan to build your skills and grow you account? We have a strong war log, and a variety of different Town Halls. We provide a home for the overlooked account and the underestimated player. With mounds of resources to build you up to speed on the latest meta.
Clash of clans is a widely diverse game, and we seek members of all approaches. We see value beyond your war attack. So whether you're passionate about clan wars, clan capital, or clan games, we see worth in your special skills.
Mini Mercia is level 10, Crystal 1, Clan Capital 8. We have a diverse group of Town Halls, with a common goal; to grow our accounts. We focus on clan wars and clan capital.
We are looking for self-motivated players, interested in self-improvement and account growth.
Active clan participants, who are willing to donate troops and participate in clan events.
Reachable via our [Discord](https://discord.gg/mightymercians) where most of our communications take place.
What makes us different?
Like most clans, we boast a strong war log, max clan games, round the clock donations, and an active leader.
We have a friendly rapport within the alliance, and a player-orientated approach. Our leadership is available, rain or shine.
We invest in our members, providing a wake of opportunities, including eSports and training events for all levels of players.

Join our [Discord Server](https://discord.gg/mightymercians) to learn more!

Alternatively, you can contact me personally on Discord Charlie294#1131
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2023.03.26 07:28 WellThatsABruh Final Boss for a campaign I'm writing: The Wendigo

The Wendigo: A hulking behemoth strapped into a highly modified DaiOni the human inside is nearly out of sight as it is obstructed by the sheer amount of cyberware strapped onto and installed into it. The Wendigo is a corpo crafted and geared cyberpsycho created by Militech.
Appearance: 11’ 1”, high-tech deer skull head (cybernetic)
Clothes: N/A
Cyberware: Custom DaiOni, Major Facial Modification
Weapons:
Stats (Base):
Stats (Scaled for time):
\for context, the stats will be scaled from his base at a rate of +1 to every stat per real life hour it takes for players to reach his fight. Also, I'm starting writing on this campaign before I've purchased books so I'll figure out stats later.**
Backstory
Humanity (2000-2010): Jack Fiddler, a second generation Blood Nation nomad was born recently after the transition from a gang to a nomad group. Jack spent his early years traveling with his clan across the vast landscapes of the NUSA. He spent time in their camp set up in places of desolation and or prosperity. Through his travels he learned many skills, he worked as the clan’s mechanic, showing an aptitude for mechanical and technical work.
Hunger (2010-2012): At 10 years old on a routine supply run to town with several members of his clan, they encountered a situation where the store they were in was robbed. The robber in question had a fair amount of cyberware installed into his body. During the thief’s robbery, he had his head blown open by the store owner directly in the view of Jack. Seeing the robber’s head blown open, Jack saw as a piece of the robber’s cyberware flew off of his corpse. Jack took this piece back to the nomad camp where he studied it obsessively, eventually gaining a keen interest in cyberware and cybernetically enhancing his own body. Much to his dismay however, this dream is something he knew would be impossible as any piece of cyberware he found or purchased would be stolen from him by any one of the stronger clan members.
Isolation (2012): While camped outside of Austin, Texas, Jack saw his chance to pursue his new desires of enhancing himself with cyberware by leaving his clan. He ran away in the dead of night, making his way to the highway with a car he stole from the camp. After reaching the highway he drove, he drove as far as the half-tank of CHOOH2 would take him, and after, he hitch-hiked the rest of the way into Austin. As soon as he reached Austin, he was enamored by the bright neon lights of the skyscraper sized advertisements that took up every inch of his vision and made each spot of darkness feel so much darker when compared to the blinding lights at which he now stared. He stood in place staring at the blinding lights for hours until the soft orange light of the rising sun ripped him back to reality and his dream. His first course of action was to find a ripperdoc and explore his options as he’d squirreled away a sizable sum of eddies through various odd jobs he worked before he made his escape.
First Taste (2012): Wandering the streets of Austin, Jack was hyperfocused on finding the one building he’d been directed to by a random passerby when he inquired as to where the nearest ripperdoc was. Bull Horn Clinic, that was the name he was told to be on the lookout for as it was the place where all of his wild dreams and fantasies would then become his new reality. He walked for what felt like hours, until he saw it. The glowing neon sign that beckoned him to enter and fulfill his ultimate goal. Walking into the dimly lit and grimy lab, he took his first step into the final chapter of his life.
Transformation (2018): Following years of buying and installing several pieces of cyberware weapons, bioware, and fashionware he was now a man defined by his cyberware. He was an interesting case, particularly for the fact that his body and its form of coping with the mental stress of new cyberware were especially unprecedented. Most would have succumbed to cyberpsychosis or would have begun a quick descent into it if they were to install the amount of cyberware Jack did. His body, instead of holding onto the stress of new cyberware and letting it fester and wear away at him, his mind seemed instead to slowly analyze and begin to understand every facet of each piece of chrome he installed into his body leading to any amount of cyberpsychotic symptoms resolving themselves with time alone as his mind had time to adjust to the cyberware. Due to his prolific nature with many ripperdocs within and around Austin, his name became a nickname for anyone who displayed even a slightly above-average capacity for cyberware. This reputation led him to being contacted by a division of Militech’s research and development department for a prototype piece of cyberware that they needed to test. Jack Fiddler being the man that he is, agreed immediately. With his agreement he was shadowed away and taken to a secure Militech facility near Night City where he was strapped into an extremely heavily modified version of an Arasaka DaiOni. Upon Jack’s installation into the DaiOni, he immediately slipped into a cyberpsychotic state. He started a rampage throughout the underground facility that led to the death of 73 Militech employees before the sector he was in was sealed and the vents were filled with a chem-cocktail of sedatives. Following his sedation, Jack was placed in a secure holding cell where he was constantly mainlined with proprietary sedatives made by Militech exclusively for Jack Fiddler to keep him dormant. They left him in this state as they believed two things: 1. If they removed him from the modified DaiOni, Jack would die and there would be no other person that could rival his cyberware capacity that they could attempt this experiment with 2. With enough time in stasis, his mind would be able to comprehend the DaiOni and allow him to be, at the very least, a functional cyberpsycho such as Adam Smasher.
First Hunt (2020): Due to a recent spike in tensions between Arasaka and Militech, Militech has begun a program called Operation Eversor. Under Operation Eversor, Militech began kidnapping people off of the street and installing cyberpsychosis-inducing levels of cyberware weapons into their bodies. Following these installments, the person was then heavily sedated and transported to an area that had an Arasaka presence. Upon arrival at their target destination, the person was then awakened and injected with several combat chem-cocktails to make their rampage even more deadly. Following several Operation Eversor attacks, Jack Fiddler’s DaiOni was fitted with chemical injectors on his left and right shoulder. The pump on his left shoulder contained the same mixture of combat chem-cocktails used on ordinary Operation Eversor victims, however Jack’s combat drugs had their potency increased ten-fold. The pump on his right shoulder contained enough of his proprietary sedatives to allow for transportation from a target site back to his holding cell. As a test of his new equipment, Militech took Jack to a major Arasaka distribution facility on the outskirts of Night City and let him loose. Prior to Jack’s mission, Militech had his face cybernetically transformed to resemble that of a high-tech deer skull akin to a Wendigo. He completed his mission successfully, even holding off NCPD and MaxTac long enough to get them to stop attempting to take him down. At that point, Militech activated the pump on his right shoulder and took him back to his cell where he was hooked back into his permanent stasis. The destruction and fear Jack’s rampage wrought made him an urban legend, and the visage of his deer skull face evoked memories of old Algonquin folklore, leading to him being dubbed “The Wendigo''.
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2023.03.26 07:27 Calm_Local_5527 Richie Neal's Provides Church with Two million Dollar Grant While Springfield Poverty Suffering Minorities are Ignored, Ed Ryan, Dem. for Mayor of Springfield says Richie Neal and his Crew Holding Down Springfield City Hall, Hampden County and F Houses, and the County Jail are Racist.

Press J to jump to the feed. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcutsJump to contentCreate PostSearch within massachusetts📷massachusetts11Calm_Local_552721 karmaUser account menu📷Create a crosspost📷By participating, you acknowledge that you have read and understood the rules and that you agree with all the stated rules and policies. https://www.reddit.com/massachusetts/about/rules**296/300**[**massachusetts**](https://www.reddit.com/massachusetts/)•Posted byu/Calm_Local_55277 minutes agoRichie Neal Slides Pedophile Protecting Catholic Church $2mil Fed Grant Ed Ryan Seeks to Divert Fed. Cash to Spfd MA Brothers in Rifle St. Hood Now Broken by Poverty. Ryan Begs AOC on Metaphoric Bended Knee To Call Out Neal as a 'Stinking Lying Corporate Fu#K' who Buggers Schwarzman for Nickels.NEWS📷
see; YouTube Ed Ryan Reform [email protected]
Richie Neal Corruption Now in District in Real Time.
Ed Ryan for Mayor of Springfield to end Richie Neal and Friends from Robbing and Impoverishing Springfield like a Greed Sick Crew of White Supremist Racist. Springfield City Hall has been under the Control of Richie Neal Corruption for too long. Mayor Sarno lies to the people adulating Neal as Sarno Presides over Massachusetts Poorest City , a place where over 50,00 people now Languish in poverty. Ed Ryan Promises to appoint a Co-Mayor, A Vibrant Young Leader from Springfield's Ignored and Impoverished Hispanics Community and Eds Ryan Donate Half His Mayoral Salary to Pay him as Ed Ryan is all about Establishing Real Racial, Economic and Social Justice that will Stimulate prosperity as Ed Ryan's project to Build a World Class Sister UMASS Campus in the Heart of Springfield will bring prosperity and Make Springfield an Academic and Art destination. This I promised do my best to Attain and I have little Doubt Springfield will be denied as the truth comes out that the UMASS President ( Marty Meehan the ex-congressman and extremely close friend of Richie Neal most likely knew about and assisted with the RICO Criminal Conspiracy in the Alex Morse UMASS Hate Smear, a dirty hate crime that violated Federal Election and Civil Rights laws while destroying the people’s faith in Democracy, goes uninvestigated by an FBI that is a secret police organization wrongly emmeshed in American political system protecting Corporate Democrats from any Prosecution for the often racist and hate Corruption and Corporate Pay for play that enriches and empowers Congressman like Richie Neal to now go forth at Ways and Means and write tax law after tax law that allows the Millionaires who have bought our congress, to continued not paying taxes as in the 2021 Richie Neal refusal of Bidens request to eliminate the 'step up' capital gains tax loophole used to pass down too heirs untaxed wealth at death. This Tax loophole still being used thanks to Richie Neal being bought off and denying Bidens request, and cities like Springfield, festering in poverty, are being denied by Richie Neal corruption the money needed to begin to cure this unholy, diabolically constructed mess, that is destroying the lives of so many good people. My friends, Teflon Richie Neal Corruption needs to go to jail, full stop period. Things are ugly as thousands of people, mostly of color, are thrusted into horrible lives of poverty ,thanks to Richie Neal and Friend’s Corruption in the form of these criminals literally Pillaging Springfield, and the entire district, over 30 plus year span. This Crime onto Humanity needs to end. Hopefully, things will get better soon as Ed Ryan, runs for, and is elected to Mayor of Springfield. In the spirit of always trying to do the right thing, Ed Ryan now promises to use half his mayoral salary to pay the salary of a co-mayor that Ryan will appoint from Springfield’s forgotten Hispanic community.
Yes, the story is sickening, our Hispanic brothers and sisters, and so many others in Springfield, have been buried under a slash pile of corruption that Richie Neal and friend's, like Springfield Mayor Dominic Sarno, Atty Jim Roosevelt and UMASS President, Marty Meehan (the guy who sees fit to pay a Football Coach over $850'000 per season rather than investing a dime in the great City of Springfield),and Springfield Power Law Firm Buckley Richardson's Atty Melinda Phelps, who acts as a racist administering housing grants in Springfield issued by Rich Neal to be used to stop low class minority encroachment into middle class neighborhoods. This are high end well educated people in powerful positions pretending their doing right, when, in reality their bunch of greed sick bigoted racist who need to learn what the inside of a jail cell looks like when door clangs behind you. Yes, my friends, no wonder their is so much apathy, as people trust their leaders less and less. And to top it off, the FBI now protects the Corporate Democrats so they can get a cut a cut of the corporate cash flowing like the champaign fountain at a Donald Trump wedding. And you will learn more of the sordid details as you read in the Sludge account below. But know this, it still goes on today in real time as Congressman Richie Neal recently issued a series of 2023 grant letters to a bunch of cohorts across district. Besides supplying grant money payola in the form of funding at least 10 non-essential projects across the district at a time when the cities die in poverty, Richie Neal now ‘gets down’ with his Catholic Church masters issuing a 2 million dollar grant to the Elms College to paint the yellowed walls of Catholic Church Property. Yes, in a certain scheme to allow Richie Neal and his bag men, along with the Bishop, with crews of tight lipped white collared priest, to loot the 2 million dollar slush fund with a papal kick-back designed by Vatican. If I am wrong, then ‘my bad’ but my gut is churning, and it is rarely wrong. So give me a break Richie Neal, you now enrich the same crew of sickos who allowed at least two bishops and an multiple of priest to damage untold number of boys with their twisted pedophile predilection. And now we see a Cardinal or Bishop in NYC paying lobbyist 2 million dollars to loosen up the child sexual assault laws so that priests and bishops, and others, can continue their sick ways fearless of being prosecuted. That's a fact Jack. Catholic Priest pedophile sexual abuse of boys is still going on today, and you ,Richie Neal ,and your Buddies at the Springfield Law Firm of Egan and Flanagan, the church lawyers, profit off it, as you do your best to help sweep this sick reality under the rug. In doing so the Church will continue to whisper support of you to the loyal flock members , and fund dark money PACS to destroy your opponents with Alex More Like Hate Smears. And All this warped corruption allows you to continue con folks with Irish Catholic phony piety. You sir are a dangerous corrupt bigot, says Ed Ryan. Yes, Ed Ryan was addicted, in the gutter years ago, but now, healed by adhering to Existentialist principles of not believing any Bible based superstition sold by the church because falsehood as truth corrupts logical intellectual abilities. So I am a godless atheist who is now, fully transparent, and serious as a heart attack about always doing the right. Thus I now adhere to the most important existentialist tenant, that being to defeat evil as best I can when I met up with it, and I have met it in learning about you along with the jam packed ongoing crew along for the ride ion the criminal concern you that you king pin. So I will l now singlehandedly, make sure that the Elms College does not see dime of that 2 million dollars on the table, even if have to sue in Federal court on the principle of separation of Church and state, or call the Pope and telling him what’s up. But, I’m sure he already knows as 2million is a worthy, holy chunk of change, even for a pointed hatted pope, sore in the elbows from waving at the hordes of brainwashed victims of church religiosity, That’s my promise mister, and know this, you are in a Donnybrook, and I am going to Donnybrook your corrupt butt, out of Congress. This I promise. ed ryan
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Richard Neal’s Inner Circle of Corporate Lobbyists and Real Estate Developers, from Sludge Friends, family, and staff of Rep. Richard Neal have all benefited from the revolving door linking Springfield and K Street, at great cost to Massachusetts residents Neal, in his 16th term, finds himself in a single-digit race against progressive Holyoke mayor Alex Morse, according to two recent polls. On August 19, Rep. Richard Neal’s powerful D.C. lawyer Brian Svoboda sent a cease and desist letter to local news station WWLP-22, in Massachusetts’s First Congressional District. An outside ad had been hammering the incumbent over his record of taking more money from corporations than any other member of Congress. Writing on behalf of Neal, Svoboda claimed that the ad, from Justice Democrats, conflates taking “money from corporations”—a felony under federal law—with taking money from corporate PACs. The legal counsel for Justice Democrats described the letter as “not valid from a legal perspective.” ADVERTISING The letter comes as Neal, in his 16th term, finds himself in a single-digit race against progressive Holyoke mayor Alex Morse, according to two recent polls. The primary is on Tuesday. Semantics aside—and he is in fact the single largest recipient of corporate (PAC) dollars in all of Congress—Neal has used his powerful position as chair of the Ways and Means Committee to grease a revolving door that shepherds friends, family, and staffers between his office and the lobbyist firms that advocate on behalf of his biggest donors. Before threatening a local news provider with legal action, Neal made no small effort to conceal his fealty to the powerful special interest groups funding his campaign, corporate interests that have a dramatic impact on the lives of his constituents. More from Daniel Bogus law For example, Neal’s former legislative director Melissa Mueller has taken to lobbying for organizations that have donated considerable sums to the Neal campaign this year. At Capitol Tax Partners, Mueller took in $460,000 from Verizon, insurance companies like Northwestern Mutual Life, and big energy firms like NextEra and Terra-Gen Power. In 2020 alone, corporations compensating Mueller for her lobbying efforts donated over $290,000 to Neal’s campaign. After twenty years in Rep. Neal’s office, former chief of staff Ann Jabulon also began working as a lobbyist at Capital Counsel, a bipartisan D.C. lobbying firm, in 2016. Public lobbying disclosures show that in 2020, Jabulon’s firm received over one million dollars in income from the same hospital, pharmaceutical, and doctors’ associations that have donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to Neal’s campaign this cycle. Notable among them is the American Medical Group Association, which opposed legislation that would have curbed surprise billing that Neal ultimately killed and Jabulon lobbied against. The surprise-billing fiasco has damaged lives across the country, including those in Massachusetts. The surprise-billing fiasco has damaged lives across the country, including those in Massachusetts. A review of over 330 pages of complaints to the Massachusetts Attorney General’s office, obtained by the group Fight Corporate Monopolies, reveals the way numerous patients have been victimized by unexpected medical bills in the state. Time and again, Massachusetts patients check and double-check that they would not be hit with an out-of-network change for anesthesiologists, radiologists, or emergency room doctors, are told everything will be fine, and still end up owing thousands of dollars. One patient treated at Sturdy Memorial Hospital in Attleboro, Massachusetts, got a bill from “Rhode Island Imaging,” for having their radiologist read X-rays. When the patient questioned “why someone at Sturdy would be billing separately by a Rhode Island company, I was told ‘That’s just the way it is.’” Another patient went for a colonoscopy at Cooley Dickinson Hospital in Northampton because that was listed “in network” on her insurance company Cigna’s app. The bill from Cigna then stated “that Cooley Dickinson was out of network … I owed $1,730.06.” The same thing happened to a patient in Salem, who was assured before getting a mammogram that the services would be in network but found out later that the radiologist was not. A fourth patient from Waltham received a $4,321 bill for an out-of-network anesthesiologist. A fifth from Somerville had to pay $5,557.78 for an out-of-network doctor. A sixth from Newton racked up over $10,000 in charges from out-of-network healthcare providers, after confirming that the doctor was in-network. Trade groups representing hospitals, radiologists, and anesthesiologists have devoted over $600,000 to Neal’s effort, both through direct funding to the Neal campaign and third-party spending. WHILE NEAL’S FORMER EMPLOYEES have turned to lobbying, former lobbyists have in turn joined Neal’s staff. Picking up where Mueller left off, Neal’s deputy chief of staff on the House Ways and Means Committee, Elizabeth O’Hara, previously spent six years lobbying for O’Hara Federal Strategies, where her father now serves as principal. One of O’Hara Federal Strategies’ chief clients is Norfolk Southern, which has donated more than $25,000 to Neal over the last four election cycles. In between her former role as Neal’s legislative director and her current role as Senior Counsel to the Ways and Means Committee, Peg McGlinchey lobbied on behalf of Deloitte, Baxter Healthcare, PhRMA, Baxalta, and AmerisourceBergen. Combined, these companies have donated some $52,000 to Neal since 2014. Beyond friends and staffers, a member of Neal’s nuclear family has also come to benefit from the tremendous power that flows from the gavel of the Ways and Means Committee. Neal has also supported the endeavors of friends in addition to congressional staff. Melinda Phelps, head of the government strategies group at the powerful Springfield law firm Bulley Richardson, is also a former member of Neal’s mayoral campaign and a close friend of Neal’s. Phelps sits on multiple boards that have received donations from Neal. Data compiled by the Center For Responsive Politics for the Prospect shows that one of the boards that Phelps sits on, The Spirit of Springfield, has received $15,355 from Neal’s Congressional committee. While Spirit of Springfield is a civic pride organization, Develop Springfield, a privately funded development non-profit where Phelps serves as vice chair, has also received help from Neal. The congressman has written multiple times to the Springfield Community Preservation Committee advocating for public subsidies for private developments supported by the group. Neal has appeared at Develop Springfield events, and touts his record securing federal matching for their projects. None of the projects listed on Develop Springfield’s website mention low-income housing or community-based development, despite their requests for taxpayer dollars intended for projects that “preserve the character of the community.” This falls in line with Phelps’ statements describing community development projects as “encroachments” on middle-class neighborhoods. Phelps’s law firm Bulley Richardson has received $1,800 for “fundraising,” per Center For Responsive Politics records, and hosted a pre-gala VIP reception with Neal last year. Phelps also attended a Spirit of Springfield fundraiser co-chaired by Neal and MassMutual CEO Roger Crandall, although photo galleries on MassLive covering both events disappeared from their site, displaying an “internal server error” message, after the Prospect began contacting sources as part of its investigation into Phelps last week. The removal of the photos comes on the heels of The Intercept’s reporting on the tilted local media coverage of the MA-01 race. As of Sunday, the galleries seem to have been restored. Beyond friends and staffers, a member of Neal’s nuclear family has also come to benefit from the tremendous power that flows from the gavel of the Ways and Means Committee. As The Intercept reported earlier this month, Neal’s son Brendan was able to secure a lucrative lobbying job with Trestle Energy, a California-based biofuel company, after Neal helped the biofuel industry win a $3 billion dollar tax credit. As Lee Fang wrote, “The legislative gift followed a series of PAC donations from the largest ethanol and biofuel companies in America to Neal’s campaign, a tradition that enriches the campaign war chests of most legislators on the tax-writing committee.” Total biofuel industry donations to Neal this cycle are over $20,000. In addition to taking biofuel money, Neal has also advanced legislation that would give massive tax incentives to biomass energy providers like the embattled Palmer Renewable Energy, which has fought a prolonged battle with activist groups and city councilors to build a wood-burning biomass plant in East Springfield. Already suffering from the highest rates of asthma in the country, Springfield residents have raised the alarm over the plant’s potential to worsen public health, a sentiment that activists and local politicians have echoed. In 2010 Palmer Paving, whose owners the Callahans are also investors in the east Springfield plant, donated $5,500 to Neal. Between 2012 and 2020 members of the Callahan family donated an additional $2,500.
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Journal of Camille Lambert - April 14th

When the fires finally died, there was almost nothing left of Puriysk. Just about every building was scorched and blackened. Most of the tents had been destroyed too, with only a tattered handful remaining on the far side of town.

Driving through the ruins felt almost like driving through a corpse. Everything was so dead… and yet despite the recent fire, I could already see new life growing on the ashes. Small flowers with petals that seemed to shimmer like distant stars. They were both beautiful and unsettling at the same time, although I noticed Dr. Di Cesare… or Gretchen, I suppose… looking down at them with quiet apprehension as we passed.

“We should visit what remains of my lab first,” She said. “I had some equipment that should offer suitable protection against any airborne toxins. Atmospheric saturation should currently be low, but best practices recommend not to take any unnecessary risks!”
“Sister, we’re way past best practices right now,” Nina replied sardonically. “Exactly how often were you dealing with this shit if you’ve got ‘suitable protection’ just on hand?”
“Often enough,” Gretchen replied. “Not in some years though… decades, really. I keep it now as a precaution. When studying pocket realities, one can never be too prepared. The Rosen Prince exists in far more than you could possibly imagine.”

“And now you’ve gone and brought it here,” Nina replied.
“While I understand you disapprove of my course of action, I stand by that the choice I made last night was the one with the highest probability of a favorable outcome.”
“‘Favorable outcome.’” Nina repeated, before giving a sigh of exasperation. “Whatever you say. I figure that one way or the other, this is gonna end with one of us saying ‘I Told You So’ and I hope to God it’s you.”
“As do I…” Gretchen admitted.

We pulled up on what was left of Gretchen’s RV. The roof had been completely peeled off and the entire front end was smashed, but it seemed like the lab portion was still somewhat intact… somewhat.

Gretchen got out of the car, pausing to survey the state of her lab. For a moment I thought that she almost looked upset, but if she felt anything at all she buried it quickly and pushed ahead.
“We’ll be out here,” Nina said. “Don’t take too long.”
“I’ll help you look,” I said, getting out of the car as well and following Gretchen into the ruined RV. She was already going through some of the drawers when I joined her inside.

Despite everything, the lab part of the RV was almost in good condition. Almost. Papers had been strewn all over the floor and scattered everywhere among shards of broken glass. I heard something crack under my shoe and looked down to see a framed photograph on the floor. I reached down to pick it up. The photograph depicted a group of women, around 14 of them, I think. I recognized one in the corner as Gretchen. I wondered if this was her family.

I looked up at her, to see her pausing at one particular drawer, before taking out a series of respirator masks.
“Elastomeric respirators. Good for keeping out paint, dust, and spores. Small particles that can harm the lungs. I’ve found they reduce spore exposure by over 90%. Not foolproof, but helpful.”
She counted four out of the selection she had, before putting one on and handing the rest off to me. I set the photo down to take them and put one of the masks on myself. As I did, Gretchen took a bone handled knife out of her coat.

“I do have one further precaution that I use… where would you like to be scarred?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, taking a step back. Gretchen tilted her head to the side slightly, before realizing that I didn’t understand whatever the hell she was talking about.

“As a precaution, I think it would be wise to mark a rune into your flesh. It won’t necessarily protect you against the Rosen Prince, but it will guarantee you die before it takes control of you… here, let me show you…”
She slid off her coat and gingerly hung it over a chair. I could see the revolver resting in a shoulder holster she wore underneath. She rolled up the sleeve of her shirt. Above the Aquarius tattoo on her wrist, I could see several runes scarred into her arm.

“Scarification is a deep form of magic. Not for the faint of heart, but deeply effective. This one here…” She pointed at one about halfway up her forearm. “It’s a curse. Were I ever to be infected by the Rosen Prince, it would drain my life away, killing me before I could be fully claimed by it. Personally, I think it’s the merciful alternative. Assimilation into the hive mind technically does not kill you, but it is not a fate I would wish on most. Everything you were, everything you are lost within an ocean of voices so that you no longer remain because you and It are now one and the same.”

“Are you going to do that to Nina and Dom too?” I asked warily.
“I already did Nina this morning. And I’ll offer it to Dominic before we depart. I can not force you to accept this… the spell does not work unless you do it yourself. However I do recommend it.”
I stared at the knife for a moment, before grimacing and rolling up my sleeve.
“Just show me what to do…” I said.

Gretchen nodded and beckoned me over to the chair. She knelt by my side and helped me guide the knife.
“It only needs to be a shallow wound. Enough to draw blood and leave a lasting mark,” She said. As the knife pierced my arm, I winced in pain.
“Very good! Now, let me guide you…” She placed a hand over mine. “Look at my rune. We’ll copy it exactly.”

I nodded before trying to do just that, gritting my teeth in pain and trying not to scream. Gretchen guided my hand, but I held the knife and I was the one who pushed it into my skin… it wasn’t the worst pain I’d ever felt. But it came very close and I didn’t last long before I had to stop, sucking in air as if that might numb the pain as I felt tears filling my eyes.
“How the hell do you do this to yourself?” I gasped.
“The rewards are worth the pain,” Gretchen replied. “See this?” She pointed to another rune on her arm, “It’s an elemental brand. It’s how I was able to control the fire, last night. And this…” She pointed to another one, “This one allows for limited spatial manipulation. It took me three tries to get it right. Each time I had to carve away the old skin and heal it to begin anew.”

I flinched at the thought of it and she cracked a small smile that I think was meant to be reassuring.
“Oh, I assure you that’s nothing,” She said brushing past her long stringy hair and leaning forward so I could see the back of her neck, exposing a far more complicated rune.

“This here? That’s an attribution spell. It’s one of the hardest to get right, but once you’ve done it, it keeps you safe.”
“Yeah… howso?” I asked.
“If someone were to pull a gun and shoot me now, I would feel no pain. The wound would manifest on their body instead. Given the fact that he was able to obtain the heart of an Old Fae, it’s possible that Calhoun bears a similar mark. Most powerful witches do. My sisters, for example. Long ago, we each learned this rune and one by one, we carved it into the backs of our necks as a means to ensure our survival. It’s useful… although not foolproof. Stab me, and I feel no pain. Throw me on to a knife and… well… ” She shrugged. “Of course, my little spell would do nothing to protect me from this…”

She took the revolver out of her holster and showed it to me.
“There’s no magic in existence that would save you from Malvian Ice. I modified this gun to amplify it’s properties. To ensure every shot was lethal. But the bullets?” She opened the cylinder and took one out. It looked almost like a regular bullet, although the tip seemed crystalline and had a pinkish shine to it.
“They don’t need the gun to be effective. Put this in the heart of Calhoun… and there is no magic, no God, nothing in existence that could offer him salvation. This bullet… this is Death herself. Absolute, inescapable, and final.”

She reached over and gently pressed the bullet into my hand.
“You should carry it. The other three bullets may be needed elsewhere. It would be wise to save one.”
“You’re the one with the gun, why don’t you take it?” I asked.
“At heart, I am a scientist not a fighter.” Gretchen said. “I can use this weapon, but as of right now I only carry it for safekeeping. I suspect Valentine may get more use out of it than I will. She would certainly be the better shot… although given her demeanor and what lies ahead of us, I do not want to risk the possibility that she might use all four of our remaining bullets before we reached Calhoun. Therefore… I entrust you with this.”

I looked down at the bullet in my hand, before giving a half nod,
“I’ll keep it close,” I promised.
“Excellent! Now… you’re halfway done. Shall we finish the rest?”
I looked down at the bleeding rune on my arm and nodded slowly. Gretchen showed me her rune again, and I pressed the knife back into my skin.

The cut was already throbbing with pain… and maybe that was why finishing the rune was easier than starting it was.
“Excellent work,” Gretchen said. “You may have a future as a witch someday… perhaps.” She stared down at the blood on my arm thoughtfully, before tearing her attention away.

“You’re a vampire, right?” I asked. “When’s the last time you…”
“Three hours prior to yesterdays incident,” She replied, standing up again. “Strictly speaking I only need to feed once every few days, once per week at minimum. Biting you will not be necessary… although I will admit, your blood does smell…nice. I personally prefer an older male specimen, maintained in reasonable health however just because one likes merlot doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy a good rosé. But I digress. You need your strength and I have other provisions to ensure I make do.”

She walked over to the far side of the lab and opened a cabinet, rifling around in it for a few minutes before taking out what looked like a wine bottle.
“A little side project some of my sisters entertain. Hardly a full meal… but the wine masks the taste of stale blood. I was saving it for a special occasion. But, it will suffice for now.” She pulled the cork and took a drink from the bottle, before going through the cabinet again and coming back with a white first aid kid.
“Let me wrap that wound for you, at least until the bleeding stops,” She said. I gingerly held out my arm and let her work. It didn’t take long.

Outside, I could hear the car horn honking impatiently. Gretchen ignored it, gently cleaning my wound.
“There we go…” She said gently, “All set. Bring the masks outside, I’ll join you momentarily.”

I nodded and got up to leave. Looking back, I noticed her standing over the photograph I’d picked up earlier. She stared down at it, before taking the picture out of the broken frame and slipping it into her pocket before finally taking her wine bottle and following me out.

***

The tents on the far side of town were still mostly intact, although seeing them abandoned still felt a little surreal. The shimmering flowers grew along the ground, and among them I could see creeping red weeds sprawling across the ground. Those weeds had even started to grow over some of the tents.

Nina regarded them with unease, before checking to ensure her mask was on right and going in to investigate. She held her rifle at the ready the whole while.
“Fuck… how the hell do you do this to yourself?” I heard Dom seethe from behind me and looked back to see Gretchen helping him scar himself.
“In time, you learn to accept the pain,” She said. “Now breathe. We’re nearly done.”

Dom looked up at me as Gretchen guided his hand. I went over to put a hand on his shoulder and stay with him through the pain.
“There… there… now we’re done,” Gretchen crooned. “Let me wrap that for you. You did well.”
“Christ…” Dom panted, “All this over some fucking flowers?”
“Those flowers have ended Universes and brought entire civilizations to their knees,” Gretchen warned. “There is no caution you cannot take with them.”

Dom looked over toward some of the glowing flowers. I noticed Nina was giving them a wide berth.
“If they’re that dangerous, why even summon them?” He asked.
“I had four bullets, and more than four approaching targets. Even the more offensive spells at my disposal would not have offered sufficient protection. We were in a dire situation. I needed something that would serve as both a formidable distraction and that could reverse our fortunes. I made a judgment call. The Pocket Reality I opened has been claimed by the Rosen Prince for some time. I’ve done some research there before and I imagine he’s been waiting for my return ever since. I suspected that the moment I gave him a door, he would come scampering… and he did not disappoint. His infection will spread rapidly, but so long as we use the correct precautions, we should be fine. I can not say the same for Calhoun’s local militia and his Nightwalkers, on the other hand. I doubt they are equipped to deal with him.”

“No shit, they aren’t…” Dom murmured, “I gotta ask, what exactly happens if this thing reaches Calhoun before we do?”
Gretchen frowned.
“Hard to say,” She admitted as she finished bandaging Dom’s scar. “I don’t have enough data to be certain. But…”

“But?” I asked.
“Last night, McClellan said something I found… interesting. He mentioned that there were other towns ‘ripe for the picking’ out there and then said something about Calhoun getting the rest of the 5000 souls he needed. I’ve been trying to figure out what he meant by that.”
“Did you come up with anything?” Dom asked.
“Unfortunately, I did,” She admitted. “I don’t suppose Nina has told you two where your Nightwalkers come from, did she?”
“Something about another pocket. She called it The Midnight Grove,” I said. Gretchen nodded.

“Correct. Now… the entity that controls the Midnight Grove, The Lugal. It is known for making deals. Offer it souls and it can be bargained with. And with 5000 souls… well, in theory, the rewards would be great.”
“In theory?” Dom asked.
“There’s a very good reason the wise don’t deal with the Lugal. Whatever he offers you shall inevitably corrupt you, until you are little more than just another of the shambling, mindless beasts who wander his domain. Personally, I’ve found that you can get a better deal elsewhere. But that’s neither here nor there. The future state of Calhoun’s soul is really not important to us. If he completes his deal, then killing him becomes significantly harder… and I have little doubt that he has the means to complete his deal.”

“How?” I asked.
“When Mr. Durand first reached out to me about joining this operation, there was some discussion on how Ben Calhoun was able to enter and leave this pocket reality. At the time, I’d theorized that he had established a permanent means of doing so. It would not be that difficult… the correct runes on certain doors would likely suffice and would permit him to come and go as he pleased. We theorized that he had set up such doors in other towns he may have been interested in. I had hoped we may be able to find one such door. I even went so far as to look for small towns in the United States that had similarities with the ones we already knew existed in this pocket, that just so happened to have a resident there by the name of Ben Calhoun.”

“And what did you find?” I asked.
“Hundreds in the United States alone,” She said. “Enough so that exploring my theory further was not an option… however considering what McClellan said about ‘other towns ripe for the picking’ however I can not help but wonder if my theory is correct. McClellan said that Calhoun needed 5000 souls. To that end, I’ve put together a rough estimate of how many more he might need based on the estimated body count from his… actions… in the other towns.”

I felt my stomach sink a little bit.
“Between Rankin Mills, Bakersfield, and Thompson Falls, I estimate casualties of 1500, 2000, and 500 respectively for a sum of 4000 give or take. Puriysk had approximately a thousand people living in it… had we not intervened, Calhoun would have had his 5000 souls. And if I’m right about him having doorways to other towns, then I think I know how he might try and make up the deficit.”
“So he’s going to try and bring another town into the pocket…” I said quietly, before the rest of the realization hit me. “And if the Rosen Prince takes Calhoun, it could use any of those doors to get out of here!”

Gretchen nodded.
“It may not even need to take Calhoun,” She said. “All it would need to do is make it to Parsons and fine a door. Those outside would have no means of identifying where it would show up, delaying their ability to form an effective response and at minimum, resulting in further loss of life.”
“Jesus Christ…” Dom said under his breath, “You knew this and you still let that thing out?”

“As I said, I made a judgment call,” Gretchen said. “If we get to Parsons first, we can eliminate Calhoun and render all of this null and void. Kill Calhoun, and there is no pocket reality. No pocket reality means no Rosen Prince and if I am correct about those doorways…”
“That’s how we get out,” I said. Again, she nodded.

“You can be upset with me for what I did last night… I agree, it was a reckless move and not one that I made lightly. But I traded certain death for a ticking clock and an effective distraction. I stand by that decision, whatever the consequences.”
Dom just sighed and shook his head.
“Well… like Nina said, I guess. This is gonna end with somebody saying ‘I told you so’ and we better fucking hope that it’s you.”
With that, he went off to follow Nina toward the tents.

We spent the better part of an hour going through what was left from the FRB’s supplies and even some of the things we did find weren’t exactly useable. One tent which had been used as something of a mess hall was completely overgrown with those glowing flowers, leaving any food in there practically inedible. Most of what we found that we could use was guns and ammo.

“Trust me, we’re gonna need this shit,” Nina said as she opened the combination padlocks to the gun lockers. She tossed them aside and pulled the locker open, sorting through the contents before finding something and handing it to me. It had the body of a pistol, but with a stock and a sight.
“Kel-Tec CP33. Should be good for you,” She said before reaching for something else. She admired it for a moment, before setting her current rifle aside.
“Holy shit… I knew they were bringing in some heavy shit, but God Damn!”

“What is it?” Dom asked, watching as she took out something that looked like a bigger, smoother version of the rifle she already had
“It’s an AA-12… I’ve never actually gotten to fire one of these before. Should be fun! Hey Dom, you want one too? They’ve got a few in here!”
“What’s it do?” He asked.
“It’s a full auto shotgun with 20 shell drum mag. Basically - it turns anyone you don’t like into ground beef. Should be useful against the Rosen Prince…” She got down, checking a lower shelf and taking out boxes of ammo.

“Let’s see… I heard Milo mention something about Dragons Breath rounds. He thought they’d be effective against the Nightwalkers. Lemme just… oh fuck yes!”
She held up a box of shotgun shells, grinning from ear to ear.

“Thank you, Milo! Gretchen, think you can help us curse these?”
“I should be able to,” She said, going over to take the box from Nina. She sorted through a few other boxes of bullets on the lower shelf, before sliding one over to me.

“Try these out,” She said. “Lemme know if you want something different. We’ve still got a lot out here.”
I nodded before picking up the box. I set it down on a table, took the magazine out of the gun Nina had given me, and loaded it up just the way she’d shown me before. Then I went outside to give it a test run.

As I stepped out, I looked over toward the ruins of Puriysk. I could see one charred building that had once been an apartment, now overgrown with red vines and glowing flowers that made the ruins twinkle in the most surreal way. In a sense, the building almost looked infected. The vines seemed more like cancerous growths than real plant life. Looking at it, I was reminded of the state that Bakersfield had been in… and I was reminded of the corpse of my mother, her eyes half open in death. The memory made my stomach turn.

I raised the gun up toward the distant building, knowing that if I shot at it I couldn’t kill what was ahead of me, but hoping it might make me feel better. I pulled the trigger, firing into the void.

“Hello?” A distant voice called, making me pause. “Hello, is someone there?”
“Hello?” I called back, lowering the gun and trying to follow the voice.
“Hello?!”
Up ahead, I could see a man stumbling past a few of the tents. Judging by his uniform, he’d been part of the FRB.

“Oh thank God…” He said, “Thank God I thought I was the only one left!”
“So did we!” I said. I noticed that the name on his uniform read - ‘Gideon’. I looked back toward the tent that Nina and the others were in.
“Are you hurt?” I asked, “We’ve got Dr. Di Cesare with us, I think I saw some spare masks in her lab too. We can get you one!”
“Masks?” Gideon asked, “Why? What’s going on here?”
“I’ll let Dr. Di Cesare explain, come on.”

I gestured for him to follow me into the tent. As I turned to go in, I saw Nina coming out.
“I’m hearing voices out here…” She said, before noticing Gideon. Gretchen came out behind her, eyes narrowing slightly.
“We’ve got another survivor,” I said and Nina looked over at Gideon with a raised eyebrow.
“Shit, really?” She asked, although didn’t sound particularly enthusiastic about it. She glanced over at Gretchen who was on top of Gideon almost immediately.

“Fascinating, how did you survive the night?” She asked, already poking and prodding at him. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dom coming out of the tent, holding the shotgun Nina had given him.
“I… I just stayed out of the fire!” Gideon said, “I let the monsters fight each other! I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t get to the trucks before they left and then the radio went silent… what are you doing?”

Gretchen held him by the chin and leaned in to sniff at his neck.
“Did you know a vampire's sense of smell is over ten thousand times more accurate than a regular human's?” She asked, her voice as calm as ever. “It enables us to detect imperfections in the blood and avoid drinking anything that might be adverse to our health… and right now, I can smell the spores in yours.”

Gideon locked eyes with her, looking panicked for a moment before his lips slowly began to curl into a knowing rictus grin.
“You were always so astute, Gretchen…”

I saw his skull split apart suddenly, revealing rows upon rows of teeth inside. He tried to bite down on her head, but Gretchen seemed to be expecting that. I saw the ground beneath her shift, pulling her back a few feet.

Nina raised her shotgun and fired at Gideon before he could make another move. A column of sparks flashed out of her gun, setting Gideon’s body alight. He howled in pain and as he did I saw his body changing. The skin and flesh on his hands peeled back turning his fingers into claws. An inhuman screech escaped him as he lunged for Nina, only to be blown back by another flaming blast from her shotgun and sent crashing to the ground in a twitching, screaming pile of burning flesh.
Nina let out a shuddering, almost orgasmic sigh.
“I love you,” She said to the gun.

Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, a chorus of inhuman screams echoed through the air around us, seeming to come from everywhere at once.
“That doesn't sound good…” Dom said.
“Oh, it’s not. He makes that sound when he’s hungry,” Gretchen ‘assured’ us. “We should leave.”

She motioned with her hand, beckoning some of the fire off the burning remains of ‘Gideon’ and allowing them to form into a ball in her hand.
“But we’ve got supplies here!” Nina said, “We’re not getting through Parsons without them!”
“And he’s got the bodies from last night.”

Almost on cue, several shapes rounded one of the tents a few feet away. Gretchen casually let loose the ball of fire she’d taken, sending it flying toward one of the creatures racing toward us.
“Then we’ll just bring the car here, load up and leave!” Nina said. “Dom, keep them out of the tent, Cam, grab everything you can carry!”
“I have to state for the record that this is an ill advised-”
“Just shut up and help me get to the goddamn car!” Nina snapped, cutting Gretchen off before raising her gun to unleash hell upon the creatures that came for us.

I wasted no time running straight for the tent. Nina had opened a few of the lockers and had been going through the contents. She’d set aside the dragon's breath rounds, and I figured those were probably the ones she was looking to bring. She’d opened up a metal ammo box and had already been setting the shells inside. I didn’t really have the time to set them up in order the way she’d been doing, but I did have time to carelessly dump them in there like an idiot.

I could see the flashes from outside as Dom fired at some of the Rosen and judging by the sounds he made, I couldn’t tell if he was having fun, terrified for his life, or both.

I grabbed a second ammo box, hastily dumping the remaining shells in there. I didn’t count them and hoped to God that it would be enough, then I grabbed another box of the .22 ammo that my gun used, stuffed that in my pocket, and closed up the boxes. I figured it was as good enough.
“Let’s go!” I yelled to Dom, grabbing both boxes by the handles. They were heavier than they looked, but I did what I could to tough it out.

He fired a few more rounds at some of the passing Rosen, bathing them in sparks that caught their bodies alight and sent the ones near them scurrying away. From what I could see, no two were exactly the same. Some of the smaller ones, who looked as if they’d once been human either wore tattered FRB uniforms or the loose ensemble of the Sheriff’s Boys. Although most had discarded their clothes entirely, embracing the monster that now puppeteered them. Their heads opened like flowers, and some even had the same shimmering petals as the glowing flowers that dotted the ruins. Many had those same flowers blooming on their skin, only in their center were sickly yellow eyes. They loped about on all fours like wild dogs, howling and shrieking all the while, trying to escape the flames that bathed them but never quite giving up their single minded pursuit.

A few of them ran for me, although Dom dealt with those quickly, washing them in columns of fire with every pull of his trigger. Together we retreated back toward the car. In the chaos, it was hard to keep track of events. There were just so many… too many to count. I left the shooting to Dominic, my only focus was on staying out of his way and reaching the car.

I could see flames rising up into the sky a few feet away and knew that Gretchen and Nina were still fighting. We were getting closer to them. A fresh column of fire tore through one of the nearby tents, burning it away almost completely along with the Rosen who were unlucky enough to be caught in its path.

As we rounded that tent, I saw Nina hastily backing toward the SUV, unloading her last few rounds into the advancing crowd of Rosen and buying herself enough time to get inside.

Gretchen was doing the same, pulling the fire from the burning corpses and forming burning walls between her and the living. Behind the horde, I could see one twisted figure standing atop one of the tents, watching her with a single yellow eye.

“A RIPE NEW WORLD TO USHER IN TO SPRING EVERLASTING!” A voice howled through the chaos. I think it came from the thing that watched Gretchen. “How kind of you, Gretchen Di Cesare… an apology for your many insults? Or a failure. The newest of many?”

She didn’t humor the Rosen Prince with a response, or at least not a verbal one. A tendril of flames shot out of the wall she’d summoned, to engulf the thing that had spoken to her. Killing it, did nothing to stop the voice, which seemed to come from everywhere at once now.

“Shall you outrun me again, Child? Or do I at last claim you as my own?”
Gretchen just turned, and pulled open the car door, getting in as Nina keyed the engine. The wall of flames pivoted, cutting violently across the path before the car and burning anything there before quickly parting. Nina hit the gas and sped toward us, while Gretchen’s trail of fire followed.

I saw the Rosen shrink back as the car and the fire drew near. We took the opportunity while it was there. Dom pulled one of the doors open for me and I hefted the ammo boxes inside, looking back to watch him dive in behind me. We didn’t even get a chance to close the door before Nina was driving again. Gretchen rolled down the window and pulled the fires from behind us forward, launching them in front of the car to burn away the Rosen in our path. As she did, I could hear the demonic laughter of the Rosen Prince in the distance.
“RUN IF YOU MUST, DEAR CHILD! FOR I ALREADY AWAIT YOU!”

I looked out the back window to see that the Rosen had already given up chasing us. I wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. Judging by the look on Gretchen’s face, it wasn’t.
“We need to move, quickly,” She said. “Dominic, you can get us to Parsons, correct?”
“I think I should,” He said. “I’m sorry, did that thing just say it was already waiting for us, did it already get to Parsons?”

“I suppose we’ll find out shortly…” Gretchen admitted. “If so… we should still have time. The Rosen Prince shouldn’t have the biomass to launch a particularly large assault right now. He’ll need more bodies… but I still suggest we move, the clock is ticking.”

Nina pulled the car onto the road leading out of Puriysk, watching the rearview mirror anxiously as she did. The mists of the forest swallowed us up as we left Puriysk behind. All that remained now was ahead of us, at the end of the road.
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Journal of Camille Lambert - April 14th

When the fires finally died, there was almost nothing left of Puriysk. Just about every building was scorched and blackened. Most of the tents had been destroyed too, with only a tattered handful remaining on the far side of town.

Driving through the ruins felt almost like driving through a corpse. Everything was so dead… and yet despite the recent fire, I could already see new life growing on the ashes. Small flowers with petals that seemed to shimmer like distant stars. They were both beautiful and unsettling at the same time, although I noticed Dr. Di Cesare… or Gretchen, I suppose… looking down at them with quiet apprehension as we passed.

“We should visit what remains of my lab first,” She said. “I had some equipment that should offer suitable protection against any airborne toxins. Atmospheric saturation should currently be low, but best practices recommend not to take any unnecessary risks!”
“Sister, we’re way past best practices right now,” Nina replied sardonically. “Exactly how often were you dealing with this shit if you’ve got ‘suitable protection’ just on hand?”
“Often enough,” Gretchen replied. “Not in some years though… decades, really. I keep it now as a precaution. When studying pocket realities, one can never be too prepared. The Rosen Prince exists in far more than you could possibly imagine.”

“And now you’ve gone and brought it here,” Nina replied.
“While I understand you disapprove of my course of action, I stand by that the choice I made last night was the one with the highest probability of a favorable outcome.”
“‘Favorable outcome.’” Nina repeated, before giving a sigh of exasperation. “Whatever you say. I figure that one way or the other, this is gonna end with one of us saying ‘I Told You So’ and I hope to God it’s you.”
“As do I…” Gretchen admitted.

We pulled up on what was left of Gretchen’s RV. The roof had been completely peeled off and the entire front end was smashed, but it seemed like the lab portion was still somewhat intact… somewhat.

Gretchen got out of the car, pausing to survey the state of her lab. For a moment I thought that she almost looked upset, but if she felt anything at all she buried it quickly and pushed ahead.
“We’ll be out here,” Nina said. “Don’t take too long.”
“I’ll help you look,” I said, getting out of the car as well and following Gretchen into the ruined RV. She was already going through some of the drawers when I joined her inside.

Despite everything, the lab part of the RV was almost in good condition. Almost. Papers had been strewn all over the floor and scattered everywhere among shards of broken glass. I heard something crack under my shoe and looked down to see a framed photograph on the floor. I reached down to pick it up. The photograph depicted a group of women, around 14 of them, I think. I recognized one in the corner as Gretchen. I wondered if this was her family.

I looked up at her, to see her pausing at one particular drawer, before taking out a series of respirator masks.
“Elastomeric respirators. Good for keeping out paint, dust, and spores. Small particles that can harm the lungs. I’ve found they reduce spore exposure by over 90%. Not foolproof, but helpful.”
She counted four out of the selection she had, before putting one on and handing the rest off to me. I set the photo down to take them and put one of the masks on myself. As I did, Gretchen took a bone handled knife out of her coat.

“I do have one further precaution that I use… where would you like to be scarred?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, taking a step back. Gretchen tilted her head to the side slightly, before realizing that I didn’t understand whatever the hell she was talking about.

“As a precaution, I think it would be wise to mark a rune into your flesh. It won’t necessarily protect you against the Rosen Prince, but it will guarantee you die before it takes control of you… here, let me show you…”
She slid off her coat and gingerly hung it over a chair. I could see the revolver resting in a shoulder holster she wore underneath. She rolled up the sleeve of her shirt. Above the Aquarius tattoo on her wrist, I could see several runes scarred into her arm.

“Scarification is a deep form of magic. Not for the faint of heart, but deeply effective. This one here…” She pointed at one about halfway up her forearm. “It’s a curse. Were I ever to be infected by the Rosen Prince, it would drain my life away, killing me before I could be fully claimed by it. Personally, I think it’s the merciful alternative. Assimilation into the hive mind technically does not kill you, but it is not a fate I would wish on most. Everything you were, everything you are lost within an ocean of voices so that you no longer remain because you and It are now one and the same.”

“Are you going to do that to Nina and Dom too?” I asked warily.
“I already did Nina this morning. And I’ll offer it to Dominic before we depart. I can not force you to accept this… the spell does not work unless you do it yourself. However I do recommend it.”
I stared at the knife for a moment, before grimacing and rolling up my sleeve.
“Just show me what to do…” I said.

Gretchen nodded and beckoned me over to the chair. She knelt by my side and helped me guide the knife.
“It only needs to be a shallow wound. Enough to draw blood and leave a lasting mark,” She said. As the knife pierced my arm, I winced in pain.
“Very good! Now, let me guide you…” She placed a hand over mine. “Look at my rune. We’ll copy it exactly.”

I nodded before trying to do just that, gritting my teeth in pain and trying not to scream. Gretchen guided my hand, but I held the knife and I was the one who pushed it into my skin… it wasn’t the worst pain I’d ever felt. But it came very close and I didn’t last long before I had to stop, sucking in air as if that might numb the pain as I felt tears filling my eyes.
“How the hell do you do this to yourself?” I gasped.
“The rewards are worth the pain,” Gretchen replied. “See this?” She pointed to another rune on her arm, “It’s an elemental brand. It’s how I was able to control the fire, last night. And this…” She pointed to another one, “This one allows for limited spatial manipulation. It took me three tries to get it right. Each time I had to carve away the old skin and heal it to begin anew.”

I flinched at the thought of it and she cracked a small smile that I think was meant to be reassuring.
“Oh, I assure you that’s nothing,” She said brushing past her long stringy hair and leaning forward so I could see the back of her neck, exposing a far more complicated rune.

“This here? That’s an attribution spell. It’s one of the hardest to get right, but once you’ve done it, it keeps you safe.”
“Yeah… howso?” I asked.
“If someone were to pull a gun and shoot me now, I would feel no pain. The wound would manifest on their body instead. Given the fact that he was able to obtain the heart of an Old Fae, it’s possible that Calhoun bears a similar mark. Most powerful witches do. My sisters, for example. Long ago, we each learned this rune and one by one, we carved it into the backs of our necks as a means to ensure our survival. It’s useful… although not foolproof. Stab me, and I feel no pain. Throw me on to a knife and… well… ” She shrugged. “Of course, my little spell would do nothing to protect me from this…”

She took the revolver out of her holster and showed it to me.
“There’s no magic in existence that would save you from Malvian Ice. I modified this gun to amplify it’s properties. To ensure every shot was lethal. But the bullets?” She opened the cylinder and took one out. It looked almost like a regular bullet, although the tip seemed crystalline and had a pinkish shine to it.
“They don’t need the gun to be effective. Put this in the heart of Calhoun… and there is no magic, no God, nothing in existence that could offer him salvation. This bullet… this is Death herself. Absolute, inescapable, and final.”

She reached over and gently pressed the bullet into my hand.
“You should carry it. The other three bullets may be needed elsewhere. It would be wise to save one.”
“You’re the one with the gun, why don’t you take it?” I asked.
“At heart, I am a scientist not a fighter.” Gretchen said. “I can use this weapon, but as of right now I only carry it for safekeeping. I suspect Valentine may get more use out of it than I will. She would certainly be the better shot… although given her demeanor and what lies ahead of us, I do not want to risk the possibility that she might use all four of our remaining bullets before we reached Calhoun. Therefore… I entrust you with this.”

I looked down at the bullet in my hand, before giving a half nod,
“I’ll keep it close,” I promised.
“Excellent! Now… you’re halfway done. Shall we finish the rest?”
I looked down at the bleeding rune on my arm and nodded slowly. Gretchen showed me her rune again, and I pressed the knife back into my skin.

The cut was already throbbing with pain… and maybe that was why finishing the rune was easier than starting it was.
“Excellent work,” Gretchen said. “You may have a future as a witch someday… perhaps.” She stared down at the blood on my arm thoughtfully, before tearing her attention away.

“You’re a vampire, right?” I asked. “When’s the last time you…”
“Three hours prior to yesterdays incident,” She replied, standing up again. “Strictly speaking I only need to feed once every few days, once per week at minimum. Biting you will not be necessary… although I will admit, your blood does smell…nice. I personally prefer an older male specimen, maintained in reasonable health however just because one likes merlot doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy a good rosé. But I digress. You need your strength and I have other provisions to ensure I make do.”

She walked over to the far side of the lab and opened a cabinet, rifling around in it for a few minutes before taking out what looked like a wine bottle.
“A little side project some of my sisters entertain. Hardly a full meal… but the wine masks the taste of stale blood. I was saving it for a special occasion. But, it will suffice for now.” She pulled the cork and took a drink from the bottle, before going through the cabinet again and coming back with a white first aid kid.
“Let me wrap that wound for you, at least until the bleeding stops,” She said. I gingerly held out my arm and let her work. It didn’t take long.

Outside, I could hear the car horn honking impatiently. Gretchen ignored it, gently cleaning my wound.
“There we go…” She said gently, “All set. Bring the masks outside, I’ll join you momentarily.”

I nodded and got up to leave. Looking back, I noticed her standing over the photograph I’d picked up earlier. She stared down at it, before taking the picture out of the broken frame and slipping it into her pocket before finally taking her wine bottle and following me out.

***

The tents on the far side of town were still mostly intact, although seeing them abandoned still felt a little surreal. The shimmering flowers grew along the ground, and among them I could see creeping red weeds sprawling across the ground. Those weeds had even started to grow over some of the tents.

Nina regarded them with unease, before checking to ensure her mask was on right and going in to investigate. She held her rifle at the ready the whole while.
“Fuck… how the hell do you do this to yourself?” I heard Dom seethe from behind me and looked back to see Gretchen helping him scar himself.
“In time, you learn to accept the pain,” She said. “Now breathe. We’re nearly done.”

Dom looked up at me as Gretchen guided his hand. I went over to put a hand on his shoulder and stay with him through the pain.
“There… there… now we’re done,” Gretchen crooned. “Let me wrap that for you. You did well.”
“Christ…” Dom panted, “All this over some fucking flowers?”
“Those flowers have ended Universes and brought entire civilizations to their knees,” Gretchen warned. “There is no caution you cannot take with them.”

Dom looked over toward some of the glowing flowers. I noticed Nina was giving them a wide berth.
“If they’re that dangerous, why even summon them?” He asked.
“I had four bullets, and more than four approaching targets. Even the more offensive spells at my disposal would not have offered sufficient protection. We were in a dire situation. I needed something that would serve as both a formidable distraction and that could reverse our fortunes. I made a judgment call. The Pocket Reality I opened has been claimed by the Rosen Prince for some time. I’ve done some research there before and I imagine he’s been waiting for my return ever since. I suspected that the moment I gave him a door, he would come scampering… and he did not disappoint. His infection will spread rapidly, but so long as we use the correct precautions, we should be fine. I can not say the same for Calhoun’s local militia and his Nightwalkers, on the other hand. I doubt they are equipped to deal with him.”

“No shit, they aren’t…” Dom murmured, “I gotta ask, what exactly happens if this thing reaches Calhoun before we do?”
Gretchen frowned.
“Hard to say,” She admitted as she finished bandaging Dom’s scar. “I don’t have enough data to be certain. But…”

“But?” I asked.
“Last night, McClellan said something I found… interesting. He mentioned that there were other towns ‘ripe for the picking’ out there and then said something about Calhoun getting the rest of the 5000 souls he needed. I’ve been trying to figure out what he meant by that.”
“Did you come up with anything?” Dom asked.
“Unfortunately, I did,” She admitted. “I don’t suppose Nina has told you two where your Nightwalkers come from, did she?”
“Something about another pocket. She called it The Midnight Grove,” I said. Gretchen nodded.

“Correct. Now… the entity that controls the Midnight Grove, The Lugal. It is known for making deals. Offer it souls and it can be bargained with. And with 5000 souls… well, in theory, the rewards would be great.”
“In theory?” Dom asked.
“There’s a very good reason the wise don’t deal with the Lugal. Whatever he offers you shall inevitably corrupt you, until you are little more than just another of the shambling, mindless beasts who wander his domain. Personally, I’ve found that you can get a better deal elsewhere. But that’s neither here nor there. The future state of Calhoun’s soul is really not important to us. If he completes his deal, then killing him becomes significantly harder… and I have little doubt that he has the means to complete his deal.”

“How?” I asked.
“When Mr. Durand first reached out to me about joining this operation, there was some discussion on how Ben Calhoun was able to enter and leave this pocket reality. At the time, I’d theorized that he had established a permanent means of doing so. It would not be that difficult… the correct runes on certain doors would likely suffice and would permit him to come and go as he pleased. We theorized that he had set up such doors in other towns he may have been interested in. I had hoped we may be able to find one such door. I even went so far as to look for small towns in the United States that had similarities with the ones we already knew existed in this pocket, that just so happened to have a resident there by the name of Ben Calhoun.”

“And what did you find?” I asked.
“Hundreds in the United States alone,” She said. “Enough so that exploring my theory further was not an option… however considering what McClellan said about ‘other towns ripe for the picking’ however I can not help but wonder if my theory is correct. McClellan said that Calhoun needed 5000 souls. To that end, I’ve put together a rough estimate of how many more he might need based on the estimated body count from his… actions… in the other towns.”

I felt my stomach sink a little bit.
“Between Rankin Mills, Bakersfield, and Thompson Falls, I estimate casualties of 1500, 2000, and 500 respectively for a sum of 4000 give or take. Puriysk had approximately a thousand people living in it… had we not intervened, Calhoun would have had his 5000 souls. And if I’m right about him having doorways to other towns, then I think I know how he might try and make up the deficit.”
“So he’s going to try and bring another town into the pocket…” I said quietly, before the rest of the realization hit me. “And if the Rosen Prince takes Calhoun, it could use any of those doors to get out of here!”

Gretchen nodded.
“It may not even need to take Calhoun,” She said. “All it would need to do is make it to Parsons and fine a door. Those outside would have no means of identifying where it would show up, delaying their ability to form an effective response and at minimum, resulting in further loss of life.”
“Jesus Christ…” Dom said under his breath, “You knew this and you still let that thing out?”

“As I said, I made a judgment call,” Gretchen said. “If we get to Parsons first, we can eliminate Calhoun and render all of this null and void. Kill Calhoun, and there is no pocket reality. No pocket reality means no Rosen Prince and if I am correct about those doorways…”
“That’s how we get out,” I said. Again, she nodded.

“You can be upset with me for what I did last night… I agree, it was a reckless move and not one that I made lightly. But I traded certain death for a ticking clock and an effective distraction. I stand by that decision, whatever the consequences.”
Dom just sighed and shook his head.
“Well… like Nina said, I guess. This is gonna end with somebody saying ‘I told you so’ and we better fucking hope that it’s you.”
With that, he went off to follow Nina toward the tents.

We spent the better part of an hour going through what was left from the FRB’s supplies and even some of the things we did find weren’t exactly useable. One tent which had been used as something of a mess hall was completely overgrown with those glowing flowers, leaving any food in there practically inedible. Most of what we found that we could use was guns and ammo.

“Trust me, we’re gonna need this shit,” Nina said as she opened the combination padlocks to the gun lockers. She tossed them aside and pulled the locker open, sorting through the contents before finding something and handing it to me. It had the body of a pistol, but with a stock and a sight.
“Kel-Tec CP33. Should be good for you,” She said before reaching for something else. She admired it for a moment, before setting her current rifle aside.
“Holy shit… I knew they were bringing in some heavy shit, but God Damn!”

“What is it?” Dom asked, watching as she took out something that looked like a bigger, smoother version of the rifle she already had
“It’s an AA-12… I’ve never actually gotten to fire one of these before. Should be fun! Hey Dom, you want one too? They’ve got a few in here!”
“What’s it do?” He asked.
“It’s a full auto shotgun with 20 shell drum mag. Basically - it turns anyone you don’t like into ground beef. Should be useful against the Rosen Prince…” She got down, checking a lower shelf and taking out boxes of ammo.

“Let’s see… I heard Milo mention something about Dragons Breath rounds. He thought they’d be effective against the Nightwalkers. Lemme just… oh fuck yes!”
She held up a box of shotgun shells, grinning from ear to ear.

“Thank you, Milo! Gretchen, think you can help us curse these?”
“I should be able to,” She said, going over to take the box from Nina. She sorted through a few other boxes of bullets on the lower shelf, before sliding one over to me.

“Try these out,” She said. “Lemme know if you want something different. We’ve still got a lot out here.”
I nodded before picking up the box. I set it down on a table, took the magazine out of the gun Nina had given me, and loaded it up just the way she’d shown me before. Then I went outside to give it a test run.

As I stepped out, I looked over toward the ruins of Puriysk. I could see one charred building that had once been an apartment, now overgrown with red vines and glowing flowers that made the ruins twinkle in the most surreal way. In a sense, the building almost looked infected. The vines seemed more like cancerous growths than real plant life. Looking at it, I was reminded of the state that Bakersfield had been in… and I was reminded of the corpse of my mother, her eyes half open in death. The memory made my stomach turn.

I raised the gun up toward the distant building, knowing that if I shot at it I couldn’t kill what was ahead of me, but hoping it might make me feel better. I pulled the trigger, firing into the void.

“Hello?” A distant voice called, making me pause. “Hello, is someone there?”
“Hello?” I called back, lowering the gun and trying to follow the voice.
“Hello?!”
Up ahead, I could see a man stumbling past a few of the tents. Judging by his uniform, he’d been part of the FRB.

“Oh thank God…” He said, “Thank God I thought I was the only one left!”
“So did we!” I said. I noticed that the name on his uniform read - ‘Gideon’. I looked back toward the tent that Nina and the others were in.
“Are you hurt?” I asked, “We’ve got Dr. Di Cesare with us, I think I saw some spare masks in her lab too. We can get you one!”
“Masks?” Gideon asked, “Why? What’s going on here?”
“I’ll let Dr. Di Cesare explain, come on.”

I gestured for him to follow me into the tent. As I turned to go in, I saw Nina coming out.
“I’m hearing voices out here…” She said, before noticing Gideon. Gretchen came out behind her, eyes narrowing slightly.
“We’ve got another survivor,” I said and Nina looked over at Gideon with a raised eyebrow.
“Shit, really?” She asked, although didn’t sound particularly enthusiastic about it. She glanced over at Gretchen who was on top of Gideon almost immediately.

“Fascinating, how did you survive the night?” She asked, already poking and prodding at him. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dom coming out of the tent, holding the shotgun Nina had given him.
“I… I just stayed out of the fire!” Gideon said, “I let the monsters fight each other! I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t get to the trucks before they left and then the radio went silent… what are you doing?”

Gretchen held him by the chin and leaned in to sniff at his neck.
“Did you know a vampire's sense of smell is over ten thousand times more accurate than a regular human's?” She asked, her voice as calm as ever. “It enables us to detect imperfections in the blood and avoid drinking anything that might be adverse to our health… and right now, I can smell the spores in yours.”

Gideon locked eyes with her, looking panicked for a moment before his lips slowly began to curl into a knowing rictus grin.
“You were always so astute, Gretchen…”

I saw his skull split apart suddenly, revealing rows upon rows of teeth inside. He tried to bite down on her head, but Gretchen seemed to be expecting that. I saw the ground beneath her shift, pulling her back a few feet.

Nina raised her shotgun and fired at Gideon before he could make another move. A column of sparks flashed out of her gun, setting Gideon’s body alight. He howled in pain and as he did I saw his body changing. The skin and flesh on his hands peeled back turning his fingers into claws. An inhuman screech escaped him as he lunged for Nina, only to be blown back by another flaming blast from her shotgun and sent crashing to the ground in a twitching, screaming pile of burning flesh.
Nina let out a shuddering, almost orgasmic sigh.
“I love you,” She said to the gun.

Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, a chorus of inhuman screams echoed through the air around us, seeming to come from everywhere at once.
“That doesn't sound good…” Dom said.
“Oh, it’s not. He makes that sound when he’s hungry,” Gretchen ‘assured’ us. “We should leave.”

She motioned with her hand, beckoning some of the fire off the burning remains of ‘Gideon’ and allowing them to form into a ball in her hand.
“But we’ve got supplies here!” Nina said, “We’re not getting through Parsons without them!”
“And he’s got the bodies from last night.”

Almost on cue, several shapes rounded one of the tents a few feet away. Gretchen casually let loose the ball of fire she’d taken, sending it flying toward one of the creatures racing toward us.
“Then we’ll just bring the car here, load up and leave!” Nina said. “Dom, keep them out of the tent, Cam, grab everything you can carry!”
“I have to state for the record that this is an ill advised-”
“Just shut up and help me get to the goddamn car!” Nina snapped, cutting Gretchen off before raising her gun to unleash hell upon the creatures that came for us.

I wasted no time running straight for the tent. Nina had opened a few of the lockers and had been going through the contents. She’d set aside the dragon's breath rounds, and I figured those were probably the ones she was looking to bring. She’d opened up a metal ammo box and had already been setting the shells inside. I didn’t really have the time to set them up in order the way she’d been doing, but I did have time to carelessly dump them in there like an idiot.

I could see the flashes from outside as Dom fired at some of the Rosen and judging by the sounds he made, I couldn’t tell if he was having fun, terrified for his life, or both.

I grabbed a second ammo box, hastily dumping the remaining shells in there. I didn’t count them and hoped to God that it would be enough, then I grabbed another box of the .22 ammo that my gun used, stuffed that in my pocket, and closed up the boxes. I figured it was as good enough.
“Let’s go!” I yelled to Dom, grabbing both boxes by the handles. They were heavier than they looked, but I did what I could to tough it out.

He fired a few more rounds at some of the passing Rosen, bathing them in sparks that caught their bodies alight and sent the ones near them scurrying away. From what I could see, no two were exactly the same. Some of the smaller ones, who looked as if they’d once been human either wore tattered FRB uniforms or the loose ensemble of the Sheriff’s Boys. Although most had discarded their clothes entirely, embracing the monster that now puppeteered them. Their heads opened like flowers, and some even had the same shimmering petals as the glowing flowers that dotted the ruins. Many had those same flowers blooming on their skin, only in their center were sickly yellow eyes. They loped about on all fours like wild dogs, howling and shrieking all the while, trying to escape the flames that bathed them but never quite giving up their single minded pursuit.

A few of them ran for me, although Dom dealt with those quickly, washing them in columns of fire with every pull of his trigger. Together we retreated back toward the car. In the chaos, it was hard to keep track of events. There were just so many… too many to count. I left the shooting to Dominic, my only focus was on staying out of his way and reaching the car.

I could see flames rising up into the sky a few feet away and knew that Gretchen and Nina were still fighting. We were getting closer to them. A fresh column of fire tore through one of the nearby tents, burning it away almost completely along with the Rosen who were unlucky enough to be caught in its path.

As we rounded that tent, I saw Nina hastily backing toward the SUV, unloading her last few rounds into the advancing crowd of Rosen and buying herself enough time to get inside.

Gretchen was doing the same, pulling the fire from the burning corpses and forming burning walls between her and the living. Behind the horde, I could see one twisted figure standing atop one of the tents, watching her with a single yellow eye.

“A RIPE NEW WORLD TO USHER IN TO SPRING EVERLASTING!” A voice howled through the chaos. I think it came from the thing that watched Gretchen. “How kind of you, Gretchen Di Cesare… an apology for your many insults? Or a failure. The newest of many?”

She didn’t humor the Rosen Prince with a response, or at least not a verbal one. A tendril of flames shot out of the wall she’d summoned, to engulf the thing that had spoken to her. Killing it, did nothing to stop the voice, which seemed to come from everywhere at once now.

“Shall you outrun me again, Child? Or do I at last claim you as my own?”
Gretchen just turned, and pulled open the car door, getting in as Nina keyed the engine. The wall of flames pivoted, cutting violently across the path before the car and burning anything there before quickly parting. Nina hit the gas and sped toward us, while Gretchen’s trail of fire followed.

I saw the Rosen shrink back as the car and the fire drew near. We took the opportunity while it was there. Dom pulled one of the doors open for me and I hefted the ammo boxes inside, looking back to watch him dive in behind me. We didn’t even get a chance to close the door before Nina was driving again. Gretchen rolled down the window and pulled the fires from behind us forward, launching them in front of the car to burn away the Rosen in our path. As she did, I could hear the demonic laughter of the Rosen Prince in the distance.
“RUN IF YOU MUST, DEAR CHILD! FOR I ALREADY AWAIT YOU!”

I looked out the back window to see that the Rosen had already given up chasing us. I wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. Judging by the look on Gretchen’s face, it wasn’t.
“We need to move, quickly,” She said. “Dominic, you can get us to Parsons, correct?”
“I think I should,” He said. “I’m sorry, did that thing just say it was already waiting for us, did it already get to Parsons?”

“I suppose we’ll find out shortly…” Gretchen admitted. “If so… we should still have time. The Rosen Prince shouldn’t have the biomass to launch a particularly large assault right now. He’ll need more bodies… but I still suggest we move, the clock is ticking.”

Nina pulled the car onto the road leading out of Puriysk, watching the rearview mirror anxiously as she did. The mists of the forest swallowed us up as we left Puriysk behind. All that remained now was ahead of us, at the end of the road.
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2023.03.26 07:10 thus Either the regional bank sector is doomed, or this is overblown. Long $KRE

Let's go back in time to 2007. Since then, until now, think of all the bearish periods and crashes we have seen.
To name a few:
  1. Global Financial Crisis (2007-2009): The most significant drop during this period occurred on September 29, 2008, when the Dow Jones Industrial Average (DJIA) fell 777.68 points (6.98%) in a single day.
  2. August 2011: The United States lost its AAA credit rating from Standard & Poor's on August 5, 2011. This led to a sharp drop in the stock market, with the DJIA losing more than 630 points (5.55%) on August 8, 2011.
  3. August 24, 2015: The "Black Monday" market crash began in China and spread globally. The DJIA experienced its largest-ever intraday point drop, falling 1,089 points before closing down 588 points (3.57%).
  4. Brexit Referendum (June 23-24, 2016): Following the UK's vote to leave the European Union, global markets experienced sharp declines. The DJIA dropped 610.32 points (3.39%) on June 24, 2016.
  5. February 5, 2018: The DJIA fell 1,175.21 points (4.6%) due to concerns about inflation and rising interest rates.
  6. December 2018: Amid concerns about economic growth and trade tensions, the S&P 500 had its worst December since the Great Depression, falling about 9.18%.
  7. COVID-19 Pandemic (2020-2021): Several sharp market drops occurred during this period, including:
    7.1 March 9, 2020: The DJIA fell 2,013.76 points (7.79%) due to the oil price war between Saudi Arabia and Russia, combined with growing concerns about the COVID-19 pandemic.
    7.2 March 12, 2020: The DJIA dropped 2,352.60 points (9.99%) as the pandemic intensified.
    7.3 March 16, 2020: The DJIA plunged 2,997.10 points (12.93%) as more countries implemented lockdowns and travel restrictions.
Now, flash forward to today.
We have an entire sector, regional banking, that is having its worst month, according to the $KRE index, ever.
Look at the following chart. It shows $KRE since origination (2007-now). Each candle is 1 month. Notice how the March 2023 red candle has outsized every other macro and bearish crisis listed above.
Chart Link: https://i.imgur.com/AqBWTXZ.png
This leads me to the following argument and conclusion:
Premise 1: Since 2007, we have seen dramatic negative macro events that have caused significant market crashes and bearish periods.
Premise 2: In March 2023, the regional banking sector has, so far, crashed harder than any month since 2007, even more than any of the preceding crisis.
Premise 3: While some poorly-managed and under-hedged regional banks have failed in March 2023, other regional banks that are more responsibly hedged are showing relative resiliency, and these better-equipped regional banks are not as visible or talked about in the public discourse.
Conclusion: Either the regional banking sector is undergoing a worse financial crisis than any previously seen since 2007, or there is resiliency in the sector that is under-acknowledged, and the crisis is overblown.
DISCLAIMER:
This is not financial advice. Please do your own research and evaluate your options based on your risk appetite and available capital.
I am long $KRE Jun 2025 $35 CALL. These contracts were solidly pegged at $28-$30 for months before this crisis, and have since crashed to the $13 range.
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2023.03.26 07:10 ThrowRAnewts I (21 F) am in love with my best friend (21 M) and he's moving 8 hours away

I just wanted to make this post to get my feelings out, and for any advice about getting over someone or what I should do with my feelings for my friend, we'll call him Chris. I (21 F) have had feelings for Chris (21 M) for a few months now. Even though we've been friends for about a year, I never really thought I would ever fall for him but here I am, hopelessly in love. Chris and I slept together a couple of times after he broke up with his ex girlfriend, I think it was after that when I caught feelings. He is so sweet to me, one of the funniest people I've ever met, and I've never had a dull moment around him. He helped me through my breakup many months back and has really been a rock for me throughout our friendship. After we slept together, we've become closer than ever before. I thought I sensed him catching feelings for me - complimenting me more, getting jealous when he sees Hinge notifications on my phone, staring at me constantly wherever we are, etc. etc. I talked with his roommate and best friend and he confirmed that Chris told him that he actually did have feelings for me. According to his roommate, Chris talks about me 24/7 and doesn't ever shut up about me, to the point where it's become very annoying. I was OVER THE MOON to hear this. I didn't want to rush things by asking him out - I wanted him to go at his own pace and have him tell me his feelings himself. I was so so excited to think about the fact that we could get into a relationship! Here comes the bad news, though. We are both seniors in college, however I won't be graduating this semester due to changing my major. His plan was to graduate, and stay in town to get his masters degree, which would take a year. I thought this would be perfect because I will be graduating in a year. Then, recently, he had a talk with his dad and decided not to get his masters, but instead to get some sort of training which would give him better job offers instead of a masters degree. So instead of staying in our college town after graduating, he will go back home, 8 hours away from me. I was crushed. In a drunk state I confessed my feelings to him. He told me he knew, and told me what he thinks of me (that im funny, smart, pretty, kind, etc.). I then asked him if he had feelings for me. He said he didn't want to answer, because its complicated. I finally got it out of him and he said that because he's leaving, he doesn't have feelings for me, but if he weren't leaving he could see himself having feelings. He is SO logical that I think it's possible for him to put his mind over his heart - something that I can never seem to do. I don't even really understand his response. Either you do or you don't have feelings for someone. It's black and white. He doesn't have feelings but he could see himself having feelings if he were to stay??? Anyways. Before our conversation he had said something about being okay with entering a long distance relationship with someone less than 10 hours away. I asked him about it, and he said that I got confused. He meant that he would be okay entering a LDR with someone he had already been dating in person for like a year, and if it became a LDR it would be fine. At this point I was starting to tear up because I only have a month left with him before he graduates. So I asked him - what about getting into a relationship with me now for the month we have left and then it will be LDR for only a year. I'd follow him to his hometown after I graduate. He said that he doesn't want to do that (only date me for a month and have it turn into a LDR). I understand completely, because both of our previous relationships were LDR and neither of us are that interested in being in a LDR again. By the end of our conversation he was trying to console me - he said "what's that saying? if you love someone, set them free, if they come back, its meant to be?" so that's where I'm at right now. My thoughts are that its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. But for him, I guess he's so logical that he can kind of turn off his emotions??? Anyways, we've still hung out every day like we usually do after that conversation (he's always the one who asks me to hang out). I just don't know what to do. I feel like I need to get over him, but I just love him too much and he's my best friend, so cutting off contact completely is not ideal for me. Any advice for getting over him, or what I should do?? (Sorry for such a long post)
TLDR: My best friend Chris is leaving next month, and even though I know he has feelings for me, he doesn't want to get into a relationship with me because LDR is in neither of our best interests.
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2023.03.26 07:09 not_dh13 I was finally able to complete a boon-less run but I have questions

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2023.03.26 07:08 Hazy_Hills1830 Behavioral issues to look out for in daycare environment (awareness discussion)

I had a customer come in with her dog for his 1st day of dog daycare. As expected, she had lots questions and I was more than happy to answer them and reassure her as much as I could, however the customer was surprised by my response when I brought up some key behaviors I've noticed dogs performing in daycare that could cause problems in group. The owner mentioned she wished she would have known some of the info I gave her before she put her dog in daycare (I'll elaborate more on this further down) and I thought it may be a good idea to bring awareness to some of the behaviors that (in my experience) often seem to start at home.
** To preface this discussion, I am not a dog trainer, behaviorist, or professional by any means. But I have been working with dogs currently at my job for 3+ years now, and have made working with dogs a career choice since I turned 15. Comments and open discussion (especially from my fellow daycare people) is welcome!

#1- Water Play: One of the best parts of my job is catering to all of our water lovers at my facility. Summer is the perfect time to bust out our dog pools, splash pads, pupsicles (large frozen ice cubes), and sprinklers. However, the hoses we use to fill our pools and engage in water play are first and foremost TOOLS. We use them to rinse off the turf yards, dogs that roll in vomit, play equipment, etc. The problem comes in with owners that allow their dogs to play in the hose. Specifically, dogs that develop fixations on the hose and have limited ability to sit and stay while we use the hoses. During the past 2 years we have had dogs jump up and bite employees while trying to get at the hose because they're so fixated on "catching the water". Often, this ends up with gnarly bites. Big and small dogs have caused ER visits, staples, stitches, and everything else you can imagine. I always recommend that if owners DO allow their dogs to play in the hose at home to use sprinklers and/or work on their dog's ability to sit and stay for prolonged periods of time. For obvious reasons, this behavior can be dangerous, regardless of the breed/size of the dog. Please keep this in mind guys!

#2- Laser Pointers: I feel like this is pretty obvious, but please don't use laser pointers on your dogs. They are cat toys for a reason. But if you don't have an idea on what laser pointers do, it's pretty much the same as listed above. Last year a german shepherd latched on to my wrist attempting to catch the glare on my apple watch. I had a hefty medical bill, and now I'm super cautious about anything that reflects in group for obvious reason. "Laser Pointer Syndrome" as we call it at my job, turns into a weird obsessive disorder that generally translates to dogs chasing after anything that reflects. Water from a hose, glares from phone screens (we take photos for parents in group during downtime), etc. So just uh, don't do it.

#3- Humping: Another behavior I feel like is really obvious to most dog owners. But if you don't know, humping during play is not an acceptable behavior. It causes frustration, stress, fights. If you notice your dog humping other dogs whether at home or wherever else, correct it. I had one lady tell me she thought it meant her dog was "really happy to make new friends". Negative. We don't allow it in group, and we work with the owners to correct this behavior. Please don't just let it happen at home.

#4- Third Wheeling: At my job we call third-wheeling "unbalanced play". Dogs are only allowed to play in pairs to prevent play from becoming unbalanced. If another dog comes in and tries to intervene with the pair playing, we stop it immediately using redirections, obedience exercises, slip leading and walking the dog away, etc. We do this to ensure none of the dogs get frustrated or ganged up on. Basically, it's another safety measure to prevent stress, tension, and fights in our play groups.

#5- Fixations: I feel like this behavior is more so genetic because I've noticed this behavior happen in very specific breeds (mainly dogs like frenchies, english bulldogs, boxers), but I have had people tell me they've encouraged this behavior at home. To elaborate, we had a 4 year old english bulldog with a weird obsession with rubber soles on shoes. When the Crocs trend resurfaced this dog had a field day knocking my coworkers down, gnawing off rubber soles on shoes, and no matter what we did with this dog we could not break her fixations. I mean we tried spraying our shoes with vinegar, redirecting to various different activities, kennel breaks, and whatever else you could think of to no avail. The issue really came to a head when this dog latched on to my coworker's foot and started shredding her crocs. When another coworker intervened to slip lead the dog and redirect her the bulldog latched on to my coworkers ankle and would not let go. It was terrifying. That same day we removed the dog from group right after the incident, called Mom to get her and had a sit down while reviewing the tapes with Mom. Mom said the dog had been doing this as a puppy (tearing up rubber soles from shoes around the house) and that she always thought it was hilarious. In fact it was so hilarious they would play games of tug-of-war and fetch with the shoes she demolished. I do believe these fixations are mainly genetic based, but if your dog fixates on random objects around the house don't encourage it. At the very least, please give us a heads up so we can remove those objects from group.

These are the top 5 weird behaviors I went over with the owner before her puppy had his first day. He did great by the way, but mom tossed laser pointer in the trash and vowed to use a sprinkler when engaging in water play with puppy to try to prevent issues from occurring later down the line:)
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2023.03.26 07:02 Calm_Local_5527 Richie Neal Slides Pedophile Protecting Catholic Church $2mil Fed Grant Ed Ryan Seeks to Divert Fed. Cash to Spfd MA Brothers in Rifle St. Hood Now Broken by Poverty. Ryan Begs AOC on Metaphoric Bended Knee To Call Out Neal as a 'Stinking Lying Corporate Fu#K' who Buggers Schwarzman for Nickels.

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Richie Neal Corruption Now in District in Real Time.
Ed Ryan for Mayor of Springfield to end Richie Neal and Friends from Robbing and Impoverishing Springfield like a Greed Sick Crew of White Supremist Racist. Springfield City Hall has been under the Control of Richie Neal Corruption for too long. Mayor Sarno lies to the people adulating Neal as Sarno Presides over Massachusetts Poorest City , a place where over 50,00 people now Languish in poverty. Ed Ryan Promises to appoint a Co-Mayor, A Vibrant Young Leader from Springfield's Ignored and Impoverished Hispanics Community and Eds Ryan Donate Half His Mayoral Salary to Pay him as Ed Ryan is all about Establishing Real Racial, Economic and Social Justice that will Stimulate prosperity as Ed Ryan's project to Build a World Class Sister UMASS Campus in the Heart of Springfield will bring prosperity and Make Springfield an Academic and Art destination. This I promised do my best to Attain and I have little Doubt Springfield will be denied as the truth comes out that the UMASS President ( Marty Meehan the ex-congressman and extremely close friend of Richie Neal most likely knew about and assisted with the RICO Criminal Conspiracy in the Alex Morse UMASS Hate Smear, a dirty hate crime that violated Federal Election and Civil Rights laws while destroying the people’s faith in Democracy, goes uninvestigated by an FBI that is a secret police organization wrongly emmeshed in American political system protecting Corporate Democrats from any Prosecution for the often racist and hate Corruption and Corporate Pay for play that enriches and empowers Congressman like Richie Neal to now go forth at Ways and Means and write tax law after tax law that allows the Millionaires who have bought our congress, to continued not paying taxes as in the 2021 Richie Neal refusal of Bidens request to eliminate the 'step up' capital gains tax loophole used to pass down too heirs untaxed wealth at death. This Tax loophole still being used thanks to Richie Neal being bought off and denying Bidens request, and cities like Springfield, festering in poverty, are being denied by Richie Neal corruption the money needed to begin to cure this unholy, diabolically constructed mess, that is destroying the lives of so many good people. My friends, Teflon Richie Neal Corruption needs to go to jail, full stop period. Things are ugly as thousands of people, mostly of color, are thrusted into horrible lives of poverty ,thanks to Richie Neal and Friend’s Corruption in the form of these criminals literally Pillaging Springfield, and the entire district, over 30 plus year span. This Crime onto Humanity needs to end. Hopefully, things will get better soon as Ed Ryan, runs for, and is elected to Mayor of Springfield. In the spirit of always trying to do the right thing, Ed Ryan now promises to use half his mayoral salary to pay the salary of a co-mayor that Ryan will appoint from Springfield’s forgotten Hispanic community.
Yes, the story is sickening, our Hispanic brothers and sisters, and so many others in Springfield, have been buried under a slash pile of corruption that Richie Neal and friend's, like Springfield Mayor Dominic Sarno, Atty Jim Roosevelt and UMASS President, Marty Meehan (the guy who sees fit to pay a Football Coach over $850'000 per season rather than investing a dime in the great City of Springfield),and Springfield Power Law Firm Buckley Richardson's Atty Melinda Phelps, who acts as a racist administering housing grants in Springfield issued by Rich Neal to be used to stop low class minority encroachment into middle class neighborhoods. This are high end well educated people in powerful positions pretending their doing right, when, in reality their bunch of greed sick bigoted racist who need to learn what the inside of a jail cell looks like when door clangs behind you. Yes, my friends, no wonder their is so much apathy, as people trust their leaders less and less. And to top it off, the FBI now protects the Corporate Democrats so they can get a cut a cut of the corporate cash flowing like the champaign fountain at a Donald Trump wedding. And you will learn more of the sordid details as you read in the Sludge account below. But know this, it still goes on today in real time as Congressman Richie Neal recently issued a series of 2023 grant letters to a bunch of cohorts across district. Besides supplying grant money payola in the form of funding at least 10 non-essential projects across the district at a time when the cities die in poverty, Richie Neal now ‘gets down’ with his Catholic Church masters issuing a 2 million dollar grant to the Elms College to paint the yellowed walls of Catholic Church Property. Yes, in a certain scheme to allow Richie Neal and his bag men, along with the Bishop, with crews of tight lipped white collared priest, to loot the 2 million dollar slush fund with a papal kick-back designed by Vatican. If I am wrong, then ‘my bad’ but my gut is churning, and it is rarely wrong. So give me a break Richie Neal, you now enrich the same crew of sickos who allowed at least two bishops and an multiple of priest to damage untold number of boys with their twisted pedophile predilection. And now we see a Cardinal or Bishop in NYC paying lobbyist 2 million dollars to loosen up the child sexual assault laws so that priests and bishops, and others, can continue their sick ways fearless of being prosecuted. That's a fact Jack. Catholic Priest pedophile sexual abuse of boys is still going on today, and you ,Richie Neal ,and your Buddies at the Springfield Law Firm of Egan and Flanagan, the church lawyers, profit off it, as you do your best to help sweep this sick reality under the rug. In doing so the Church will continue to whisper support of you to the loyal flock members , and fund dark money PACS to destroy your opponents with Alex More Like Hate Smears. And All this warped corruption allows you to continue con folks with Irish Catholic phony piety. You sir are a dangerous corrupt bigot, says Ed Ryan. Yes, Ed Ryan was addicted, in the gutter years ago, but now, healed by adhering to Existentialist principles of not believing any Bible based superstition sold by the church because falsehood as truth corrupts logical intellectual abilities. So I am a godless atheist who is now, fully transparent, and serious as a heart attack about always doing the right. Thus I now adhere to the most important existentialist tenant, that being to defeat evil as best I can when I met up with it, and I have met it in learning about you along with the jam packed ongoing crew along for the ride ion the criminal concern you that you king pin. So I will l now singlehandedly, make sure that the Elms College does not see dime of that 2 million dollars on the table, even if have to sue in Federal court on the principle of separation of Church and state, or call the Pope and telling him what’s up. But, I’m sure he already knows as 2million is a worthy, holy chunk of change, even for a pointed hatted pope, sore in the elbows from waving at the hordes of brainwashed victims of church religiosity, That’s my promise mister, and know this, you are in a Donnybrook, and I am going to Donnybrook your corrupt butt, out of Congress. This I promise. ed ryan
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Richard Neal’s Inner Circle of Corporate Lobbyists and Real Estate Developers, from Sludge Friends, family, and staff of Rep. Richard Neal have all benefited from the revolving door linking Springfield and K Street, at great cost to Massachusetts residents Neal, in his 16th term, finds himself in a single-digit race against progressive Holyoke mayor Alex Morse, according to two recent polls. On August 19, Rep. Richard Neal’s powerful D.C. lawyer Brian Svoboda sent a cease and desist letter to local news station WWLP-22, in Massachusetts’s First Congressional District. An outside ad had been hammering the incumbent over his record of taking more money from corporations than any other member of Congress. Writing on behalf of Neal, Svoboda claimed that the ad, from Justice Democrats, conflates taking “money from corporations”—a felony under federal law—with taking money from corporate PACs. The legal counsel for Justice Democrats described the letter as “not valid from a legal perspective.” ADVERTISING The letter comes as Neal, in his 16th term, finds himself in a single-digit race against progressive Holyoke mayor Alex Morse, according to two recent polls. The primary is on Tuesday. Semantics aside—and he is in fact the single largest recipient of corporate (PAC) dollars in all of Congress—Neal has used his powerful position as chair of the Ways and Means Committee to grease a revolving door that shepherds friends, family, and staffers between his office and the lobbyist firms that advocate on behalf of his biggest donors. Before threatening a local news provider with legal action, Neal made no small effort to conceal his fealty to the powerful special interest groups funding his campaign, corporate interests that have a dramatic impact on the lives of his constituents. More from Daniel Bogus law For example, Neal’s former legislative director Melissa Mueller has taken to lobbying for organizations that have donated considerable sums to the Neal campaign this year. At Capitol Tax Partners, Mueller took in $460,000 from Verizon, insurance companies like Northwestern Mutual Life, and big energy firms like NextEra and Terra-Gen Power. In 2020 alone, corporations compensating Mueller for her lobbying efforts donated over $290,000 to Neal’s campaign. After twenty years in Rep. Neal’s office, former chief of staff Ann Jabulon also began working as a lobbyist at Capital Counsel, a bipartisan D.C. lobbying firm, in 2016. Public lobbying disclosures show that in 2020, Jabulon’s firm received over one million dollars in income from the same hospital, pharmaceutical, and doctors’ associations that have donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to Neal’s campaign this cycle. Notable among them is the American Medical Group Association, which opposed legislation that would have curbed surprise billing that Neal ultimately killed and Jabulon lobbied against. The surprise-billing fiasco has damaged lives across the country, including those in Massachusetts. The surprise-billing fiasco has damaged lives across the country, including those in Massachusetts. A review of over 330 pages of complaints to the Massachusetts Attorney General’s office, obtained by the group Fight Corporate Monopolies, reveals the way numerous patients have been victimized by unexpected medical bills in the state. Time and again, Massachusetts patients check and double-check that they would not be hit with an out-of-network change for anesthesiologists, radiologists, or emergency room doctors, are told everything will be fine, and still end up owing thousands of dollars. One patient treated at Sturdy Memorial Hospital in Attleboro, Massachusetts, got a bill from “Rhode Island Imaging,” for having their radiologist read X-rays. When the patient questioned “why someone at Sturdy would be billing separately by a Rhode Island company, I was told ‘That’s just the way it is.’” Another patient went for a colonoscopy at Cooley Dickinson Hospital in Northampton because that was listed “in network” on her insurance company Cigna’s app. The bill from Cigna then stated “that Cooley Dickinson was out of network … I owed $1,730.06.” The same thing happened to a patient in Salem, who was assured before getting a mammogram that the services would be in network but found out later that the radiologist was not. A fourth patient from Waltham received a $4,321 bill for an out-of-network anesthesiologist. A fifth from Somerville had to pay $5,557.78 for an out-of-network doctor. A sixth from Newton racked up over $10,000 in charges from out-of-network healthcare providers, after confirming that the doctor was in-network. Trade groups representing hospitals, radiologists, and anesthesiologists have devoted over $600,000 to Neal’s effort, both through direct funding to the Neal campaign and third-party spending. WHILE NEAL’S FORMER EMPLOYEES have turned to lobbying, former lobbyists have in turn joined Neal’s staff. Picking up where Mueller left off, Neal’s deputy chief of staff on the House Ways and Means Committee, Elizabeth O’Hara, previously spent six years lobbying for O’Hara Federal Strategies, where her father now serves as principal. One of O’Hara Federal Strategies’ chief clients is Norfolk Southern, which has donated more than $25,000 to Neal over the last four election cycles. In between her former role as Neal’s legislative director and her current role as Senior Counsel to the Ways and Means Committee, Peg McGlinchey lobbied on behalf of Deloitte, Baxter Healthcare, PhRMA, Baxalta, and AmerisourceBergen. Combined, these companies have donated some $52,000 to Neal since 2014. Beyond friends and staffers, a member of Neal’s nuclear family has also come to benefit from the tremendous power that flows from the gavel of the Ways and Means Committee. Neal has also supported the endeavors of friends in addition to congressional staff. Melinda Phelps, head of the government strategies group at the powerful Springfield law firm Bulley Richardson, is also a former member of Neal’s mayoral campaign and a close friend of Neal’s. Phelps sits on multiple boards that have received donations from Neal. Data compiled by the Center For Responsive Politics for the Prospect shows that one of the boards that Phelps sits on, The Spirit of Springfield, has received $15,355 from Neal’s Congressional committee. While Spirit of Springfield is a civic pride organization, Develop Springfield, a privately funded development non-profit where Phelps serves as vice chair, has also received help from Neal. The congressman has written multiple times to the Springfield Community Preservation Committee advocating for public subsidies for private developments supported by the group. Neal has appeared at Develop Springfield events, and touts his record securing federal matching for their projects. None of the projects listed on Develop Springfield’s website mention low-income housing or community-based development, despite their requests for taxpayer dollars intended for projects that “preserve the character of the community.” This falls in line with Phelps’ statements describing community development projects as “encroachments” on middle-class neighborhoods. Phelps’s law firm Bulley Richardson has received $1,800 for “fundraising,” per Center For Responsive Politics records, and hosted a pre-gala VIP reception with Neal last year. Phelps also attended a Spirit of Springfield fundraiser co-chaired by Neal and MassMutual CEO Roger Crandall, although photo galleries on MassLive covering both events disappeared from their site, displaying an “internal server error” message, after the Prospect began contacting sources as part of its investigation into Phelps last week. The removal of the photos comes on the heels of The Intercept’s reporting on the tilted local media coverage of the MA-01 race. As of Sunday, the galleries seem to have been restored. Beyond friends and staffers, a member of Neal’s nuclear family has also come to benefit from the tremendous power that flows from the gavel of the Ways and Means Committee. As The Intercept reported earlier this month, Neal’s son Brendan was able to secure a lucrative lobbying job with Trestle Energy, a California-based biofuel company, after Neal helped the biofuel industry win a $3 billion dollar tax credit. As Lee Fang wrote, “The legislative gift followed a series of PAC donations from the largest ethanol and biofuel companies in America to Neal’s campaign, a tradition that enriches the campaign war chests of most legislators on the tax-writing committee.” Total biofuel industry donations to Neal this cycle are over $20,000. In addition to taking biofuel money, Neal has also advanced legislation that would give massive tax incentives to biomass energy providers like the embattled Palmer Renewable Energy, which has fought a prolonged battle with activist groups and city councilors to build a wood-burning biomass plant in East Springfield. Already suffering from the highest rates of asthma in the country, Springfield residents have raised the alarm over the plant’s potential to worsen public health, a sentiment that activists and local politicians have echoed. In 2010 Palmer Paving, whose owners the Callahans are also investors in the east Springfield plant, donated $5,500 to Neal. Between 2012 and 2020 members of the Callahan family donated an additional $2,500.
see; YouTube Ed Ryan Reform [email protected]
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2023.03.26 07:01 ipeek2much [Help] Side hustle to fire quick and keep myself financially safe in volatile market

Hi everyone, I'm working as a dev in one of the product based companies in Bangalore. I'm looking for a side hustle right now as I don't want to depend just on my salary in volatile economic situations and also fire quickly.
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2023.03.26 06:50 dangercat42 Do enabling siblings know?

I’m having a rough night. My sister and her spouse just came to town and it was this 5-10 minute visit where we talked about… nothing, really.
It’s fine but it’s strange, like they’re giving me some kind of 3rd degree. From their perspective, I’m abusing our parents.
I’ve asked so many different people - therapist, my in-laws, my spouse, my best friend - they said no. I’m not the abuser, here, they’ve seen me AND my sister be abused. And we’ve got another estranged sibling, who has cited our parents as manipulative.
I’m hanging onto my reality by a thread but them being here, having it be such a short, icy visit, idk. It felt like a punishment?
They want me to listen to their perspective on the family dynamic - but they won’t listen to mine. They made time to listen but they didn’t actually do it. For reference, I have a Covert NMom and she’s great at playing the victim. The entire call was them playing devils advocate and not actually hearing me out. I don’t really want more of that.
I wish we had our relationship back but I’m confused at this path they’ve taken, how different it is from mine, how it specifically labels me and leaves me behind.
It’s so strange having your sister her spouse be so hostile and distant when you try to come out to them about the abuse. Like, did you two not just experience this yourselves not a year or two ago? Were we not seated around the same table when mom was launching into judgment and inappropriate personal questions?
Do they really not know? Do they not see it? I’m so confused.
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2023.03.26 06:49 glenlassan Nier Automata, Camus, Absurdism, and the sisyphean cycle of living a life without ultimate meaning. *All of the spoilers alert*

I made a prior attempt to express how Nier Automata directly expresses a worldview that is based on Albert Camus' philosophy of Absurdism. Honestly, though it wasn't my best work. So I'm gonna take another push on that boulder, and see how things go this time. For those interested, you can read my first pass on this topic here.
Nier Automata, is a game about cycles. Brutal, futile, painful hopeless and pointless cycles at that. Each and every character in the game, be they machine or android, is trapped in one kind of cycle or another.
The agents of YORHA as a whole, for example are constantly in a cycle of death and rebirth, trying to win an unwinnable war against the machines, all in the name of their dead Gods, humanity. Why do they repeat this endless cycle of violence on the behalf of dead gods? Because they would rather pretend that their life has a meaning, or purpose, because they find the idea that a life without at least the illusion of meaning, the illusion of purpose so painful, that it makes more sense for them to literally gaslight themselves into having no way of knowing that their human gods are dead, than it does to admit to that truth and move on with their lives without being able to serve the beings that created them.
Specific YORHA androids, of course are cursed to repeat their own personal tragedies ad nauseum. Like the male android who is constantly being reformatted by his lover, so that she can better serve whatever her particular needs are at any given moment.
The machines of course are not immune to this either. Each of the specific sub-factions of machines are literally, intentionally designed to create the same flawed reproductions of human society, each doomed to fail in the exact same manner as the one that came before it, with individual recreations of individual machines likewise doomed to make the exact same mistakes, and face the exact same doom as their previous incarnations.
These endless cycles of pointless, and futile death and rebirth? They are allusions to the Greek myth of Sisyphus, as told by Albert Camus in his series of essays of the same name.
In Greek myth, Sisyphus was a mortal cursed by the gods after his death, to spend the rest of eternity rolling a boulder up the hill, only to have it roll back down again the next day. Always laboring. Always toiling. Never accomplishing anything of any substance.
Generally, when people are told about this, the reaction is "Well that sounds like hell. What an awful punishment!" Camus however, viewed it differently. He argued that in a universe where we cannot count on a god, or gods, or a political goal to give our lives meaning, and we likewise cannot expect the universe to validate our human need for meaning, life can (and should) be enjoyed for it's own sake, without a need for a goal, or justification. In short, life is enough, and life does not need a reason. As such, Camus claimed that Sisyphus must be happy. For he exists. He toils. He can enjoy his labors. That his work is pointless, and never ending is besides the point. Just existing is enough.
ON a side note, the cheerful, optimistic nihilism of Sisyphus as depicted in "hades" is entirely in line with Camus's usage of him in his essays. As such, I generally assume that Supergiant games are just as much stans for Camus as Yoko Taro is.
The question that drove Camus to come to this conclusion, "why not just commit suicide if life has no point" is likewise reflected in the name of the games' central character 2B, which is a pun on that line from one will Shakespeare "2B, or not 2B".
OR to phrase it another way "to live, or to die".
Furthermore, physical suicide wasn't the only form of death that Camus was interested in. He was just as interested in intellectual suicide, which for him is giving up our sense of curiosity, and wonder in the universe.
2B, likewise reflects this theme, as here literal job as an "E" type model is to kill 9S each and every time he gets too curious for YORHA's liking.
With all of that out of the way, the story of 2B and 9S falls into place. Both are trapped in a cycle of death and rebirth. For 9S, it's an endless cycle of physical deaths because he will never surrender his intellectual curiosity. For 2B, it's an endless cycle of intellectual AND physical deaths, as she is constantly killing her curiosity, and sense of wonder, in addition to constantly dying and being reborn.
The game begins with both 9S & 2B eagerly accepting their tragic and utterly pointless cycles of death and rebirth. 2B, in particular has lost any semblance of humanity, as she casually and eagerly throws both her life away, and her feelings for both 9S and the world at large away, all in the name of "duty" and "purpose".
As the events of the game unfold, 2B gradually begins to see the world in a different light. She starts to see 9S in a different light. Her curiosity, and her humanity begins to redevelop, to the point where she starts to value her own existence, her own autonomy, and 9S as a friend, and comrade.
And that's the exact moment, when the game really fucks shit up. Because 2B's intellectual rebirth, exactly lines up with her first actual choice made for personal reasons in the entire game. To sacrifice her own life, to save the life of 9S.
The cruel, unforgiving irony of having an intellectual rebirth, the exact same moment of her physical death, is of course an intentional choice made by the game.
Because up to this point, even knowing who 2B, was, and what her job was, 9S loved her. By that point in the story, she, was his reason for living.
Robbed for the purpose of his existence, 9S spirals into depression and despair, and goes on a bloody, and suicidal rampage.
At the end of route C, A2, who inherited 2B memories and will, and 9S are brought into direct confrontation, and the player is forced to make a choice: Support 9S on his suicidal, depressed rampage, or A2 on her passionate attempt to protect the world, that to her surprise, she loves despite all of her flaws.
Supporting A2 brings about the "D" ending ,which while in line with the theme of "Life being valuable for it's own sake" isn't exactly as dramatic, or meaningful as the true ending, that of Route E if you side with 9S.
In route E, both A2 & 9S die. However, the combat drones used by our trio of heroes are faced with a choice. Accept the death of their beloved companions, or literally reject the orders of their creators and choose life, and a life without ultimate purpose and meaning, for it's own sake.
This is the point where the game gets very meta, and likewise very explicitly references The Myth of Sisyphus by Camus. Up to this point, you could maybe argue that the game takes a existentialist take on the purpose of life, where you can choose your own personal meaning in life, and find fulfillment and value that way.
The reason why this route explicitly rejects the existentialist position, and explicitly endorses the absurdist one is simple.
Camus's philosophy of absurdism, advocates for a form of radical rebellion against the uncaring indifference of the universe. He called that rebelling "rejection". It's basically the human drive to say "no, fuck you, I'm gonna live because I wanna and no other reason" each and every time the universe tries to kill us (which is admittedly, pretty damn often)
Which directly ties into how the question and answer portion of ending E plays out. The correct answer to each and every question is "No", because according to Camus, the correct answer to each and every challenge the universe throws at us is "fuck you, No, I reject!"
Having the player at this point, destroy the names in the credits is also no accident. The names in the credits are the actual gods of the game, the programmers, and artist who made it. Beyond merely rejecting the idea that a god can tell us what to do, the game's most satisfying ending literally tells us that gods are mere mortals, who like us, can, (and should) be killed (or more realistically, IRL challenged and overcome) should their ideas prevent us from living our best life.
AS one additional flourish (and a highly satisfying one at that) Nier Automata gives us an powerful antidote to the prospect of facing existential dread on our own. Facing our existential dread together, in a spirit of true camaraderie. Which is why the E ending means so much to the games fans. Because by it's very design, of only being able to completed by the help of friends who have literally chosen to sacrifice their saves, on our own behalf, and us being given the choice to do the same on behalf of a stranger, it advocates of a form of radical empathy. The idea that as we live in an uncaring, uncompromising universe, we as humans can (and should) side with each other, even if that means helping strangers. Even if it means helping people we hate.
As a final nod to Camus concept of endlessly repeating Sisyphean cycles, we see the revival of A2, 9S and 2B, but on the note that "perhaps they will make the same mistakes again". But with the new (an unstated) understanding that even if they are doomed to repeat the same greater cycle of death and rebirth anew, (and possibly for all of eternity) their existence needs no justification. The fact that they are together, is reason enough, and the fact that they are together, and can care for each other, is enough to make their never-ending cycles all the more bearable.
In short, every major story element of the main plot, every major bit of lore, and many of the individual side quests tie into Albert Camus's thoughts about the gleeful, and joyful pointlessness of human endeavor. And the game essentially argues, that just as A2, 9S and 2B are fated to forever labor, forever toil, and forever accomplish nothing, and yet enjoy living for it's own sake, like the Greek mortal Sisyphus before them, we too should embrace the meaningless repetition of the banal, pointless, and ultimately futile rhythmic rituals of our daily lives, and find comfort and solace in the friends, lovers, and companions we find along the way.
For those interested in reading what Camus had to say directly, here is a link to the full text of the myth of sisyphus.
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2023.03.26 06:49 PopBooper 26 [M4F] #NJ NYC USA. Dominant in search of building a relationship

Hey there, my name is Kevin and I’m 27 years old. I’m a Korean who’s I’m 5"10 and 190 pounds. I am strictly looking for a mono relationship.
I'm studying right now to take a test to get into nursing. Right now I work as a full time pharmacy tech. When I have time for myself, I either watch videos(I watch basically all genre of shows and movies. Marvel, 1899, Stranger Things, kdrama, Disney and the list goes on), play games(Play on PC, if you'd like to play then shoot me a message. I play OW2, LoL, WoW, Apex Legends), go outside for a walk, or hang out with my friends. Cooking is a big thing for me so you know that oppa will cook you a lot of good food. Right now I am working on getting skinnier so I am doing some work outs and it's working. I am a physical and gifting type of lover. I like to hold hands, hold my partner in my arms, give forehead kisses, nuzzle my nose against my partners, give kisses, hugs, spanks when they're bent over. Giving gifts to my partner too when I feel she deserves it.
For me, a key for a healthy relationship is when both partners are able to communicate. I'd like for us to be able to speak up if anything is bothering us. My submissive should know that I will give them my attention when ever I can. As my submissive, you aren't just my submissive, you are my partner, my bestfriend, my lover. As we grow together whether it be close or long distance, we will be able to meet with each other at times and even more later on. I've been into BDSM for a good 7-8 years and DDLG for about 3 years. Intimacy is a beautiful part of a relationship in my opinion which is why I like to balance out between being non-sexual and sexual in the relationship. As we grow a stronger bond together and a genuine relationship, we'll be able to explore more of the kink and life style together. We'll be able to see what works and what don't, making our relationship more spicier along the way. When we aren't doing anything sexual, we'd be doing: watching movies and shows, cooking together, sleeping on the same call together and eventually on the same bed together. Again, you aren't just my submissive, you are my partner, my lover and my best friend.
As a long distance, I'd like to communicate at least everyday with texting. With videos calls, we can use discord and watch videos together every other day. I expect us to have at least one or two video sessions a week where I command what you do over the video call. This is only when my submissive is ready to of course, this will never be rushed like any part of the relationship.
As a Dominant, I am strict but can be soft at times. I am experienced in this lifestyle and open minded. I am goofy (Strict when needed), loving, patient caring, understanding, reliable, loyal and will be there for my partner through the highs and lows. Making my submissive comfortable and feel safe is my top priority. My goal is to guide my submissive to be shaped to what I see fit. I carry a love for my submissive for who they are and for what they will become with my guidance because they are my prized possession, someone that I helped create. I will never force or ask my submissive to submit to me, that is given to me when I deserve it. When discipline is needed, it will be used to put my submissive in her place. When I say to get on all fours, I expect you to go down on all fours and I shall do what I see fit. I will reward you for doing so, saying, "What a good little slut(or kitten you are based on if your limit is degrading) you are" and giving you pleasure. After a long day at work, when I say to get on your knees and suck my cock, I expect you to go on your knees on command and pleasure my cock. Of course as a reward for doing so I'd eat out your pussy, making you cum for me. When I say to hold your cum in, I expect you to try your hardest to hold it in. And when I compound my cock into your pussy, giving you no mercy, I will reward you for being a good cum dumpster by slamming my cock in as deep as possible before making you take every last drop of cum inside as I slowly pull out(Only if you're into creampie of course). Aftercare will always be given since it is essential.
Kinks:
Limits:
What you can expect from me:
What am I looking for?:
If you made it this far and do end up messaging me, tell me about yourself.
Tell me the secret word: Apple
Your age, location, what you look like (I don’t mind trading pictures), interests, hobbies, what you look for in a Dominant
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