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When I heard the stories of the abandoned train, I was immediately intrigued. Late-night whispers in dark corners spoke of a train that appeared only to those who sought it. The curious and the desperate would find themselves stepping aboard, venturing into the unknown. It was said that the train had deeper levels, each more unsettling than the last. I needed to see it for myself.
On a rainy evening, shrouded in darkness, I found the old train. The rusty tracks seemed to appear from nowhere, snaking their way through the shadows. The train was old, its paint peeling, and the windows were cracked. But it had an undeniable presence, an aura of otherworldliness that captivated me. I boarded with a pounding heart, finding myself in a dimly lit cabin. Then– the train started moving.
At first, nothing happened. But then, as we ventured further into the night, there was a grating sound like nails on a chalkboard as I suddenly felt like I was on a drop tower in an amusement park.
The inside of the train suddenly felt completely different. I call this Level 1. Here I noticed that the once-empty seats were filled with identical passengers. Their expressions were blank, staring ahead. It was unnerving, but I was too curious to leave. I needed to see what lay deeper within the train.
Level 2 was a shock. As the cabin was suddenly bathed in a deep red light, the passengers all turned to face me. Their eyes were now pitch black, devoid of any humanity. The air grew heavy, and it became harder to breathe. But still, I pressed on, driven by my desire to explore this liminal space.
As I delved deeper into the train, the environment became increasingly disturbing. The walls seemed to close in, and the train's movement became erratic, jerking violently without warning. The passengers no longer resembled anything human. Their limbs were twisted and elongated, and their black eyes seemed to pierce my very soul. I could feel my sanity slipping away, but I couldn't stop.
On Level 9, I was nearly consumed by the darkness. The passengers had become monstrous, their faces twisted into grotesque snarls. The air was so thick that I could barely breathe. In that moment, I knew that if I didn't escape, I would be lost forever. For some reason I believed if I stood and fought my way to the front of the train, I could claw my way up a level.
And that’s exactly what happened. It took all of my strength to just barely make it up through each level, to the safety of reality.
I was suddenly back in the abandoned cabin at Level 0. I stepped outside. This first trip was so overwhelming, my senses stimulated past anything I’d ever experienced– I blacked out a lot of the details.
I vowed never to return. But something about that experience haunted me. The mundane reality of life became unbearable, a constant reminder of the train that had nearly claimed me. I knew that I couldn't resist its pull forever.
I needed to find out what lies beyond Level 9, to see what twisted horrors await me in the depths of the abyss.
Last night I returned to that desolate station. It wasn’t where I last found it– I needed to will it to appear in front of me. After several moments I could feel it about ten yards away, shrouded in fog. It stood before me– harrowing and gorgeous all at once,.
I boarded the train. My hands trembled as I reached for the cold, metal door handle, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. As I entered the cabin, a feeling of déjà vu washed over me – the dim lighting, the musty smell, and the faint creaking of the train as it lurched into motion.
Level 1 was just as I remember it. The seats filled with identical passengers, their vacant stares a chilling reminder of the journey I was about to undertake. As the train descended to Level 2, the deep red glow returned, painting the cabin walls in sinister shades of crimson. The passengers' eyes turned pitch black, as if they were empty vessels waiting to be filled with darkness.
On Level 3, I found myself in a fog-shrouded world. The cabin was cloaked in a dense mist, obscuring the grotesque passengers that lurked within. Their twisted limbs reached out from the fog, grasping at the air, as if trying to snatch me away from my path.
Level 4 brought a cacophony of tortured screams. The once-empty seats were now filled with writhing, agonized figures, their bodies contorted in unimaginable ways. The walls of the cabin seemed to pulsate, as if alive with the pain and suffering of the damned.
The train lurched violently as we descended to Level 5. Here, the cabin was bathed in an eerie, sickly green light. The passengers' faces were now bloated and rotten, their mouths gaping open to reveal rows of jagged, broken teeth. The stench of decay filled the air, and I struggled not to gag as I pressed onward.
Level 6 was a realm of shadows. The cabin was plunged into almost total darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of the passengers' eyes. Their grotesque forms seemed to shift and change with each flicker of light, as if they were creatures not of flesh and bone, but of darkness itself.
By the time I reached Level 7, the train's movement had become a chaotic, frenzied dance. The cabin lurched and swayed violently, the twisted passengers thrown about like rag dolls. The walls were slick with blood and other unidentifiable fluids, and the train's once-melodic creaks became guttural, demonic growls.
Level 8 was a nightmare I can barely describe. The cabin was alive with writhing, slithering tendrils, pulsating and twisting as if they had minds of their own. The passengers have all but disappeared, replaced by grotesque masses of flesh and bone, fused together in a horrifying amalgamation of suffering and despair.
As I entered Level 9, the darkness consumed me once more. The monstrous passengers closed in, their twisted faces barely visible in the suffocating blackness. My heart raced as I forced myself through the nightmarish crowd, each step bringing me closer to the brink of madness. But there was a strange, magnetic pull emanating from somewhere deeper, urging me to continue.
And then, at last, I reached Level 10. The train came to a sudden, jarring halt, and the door to the next cabin slid open. I stepped into the unknown, my breath catching in my throat as I confronted the heart of the abyss.
The cabin was vast, larger than any of the others, and bathed in an ethereal, pale light. The passengers were gone, replaced by an enormous, pulsating mass that stretched from floor to ceiling. The mass was a swirling vortex of darkness, streaked with flashes of blinding white light. It seemed to beckon me, drawing me closer with a force I couldn’t resist.
As I approached the vortex, I felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of unity – a connection to something far greater than myself. It was as if I was being offered a glimpse of the infinite, a chance to embrace the darkness and become one with the abyss. The fear that accompanied me throughout my journey faded, replaced by an almost euphoric acceptance of my fate.
I stepped closer to the vortex, my body trembling as I prepared to be consumed by the unknown. But just as I was about to be swallowed by the darkness, a voice echoed through the cabin, clear and powerful: "Turn back."
I hesitated, torn between the allure of the abyss and the desperate plea of the voice. The vortex roared in frustration, the darkness churning and writhing as if trying to seize me. But the voice grew louder, more insistent: "Turn back, before it's too late."
With a final, agonizing burst of willpower, I wrenched myself away from the vortex and stumbled back towards the front of the car. As I retraced my steps through the hellish depths of the train, the voice remained with me, guiding me back to the surface and the safety of the mundane world.
When I finally stepped off the train, the night air was cold and crisp. The shadows had retreated, replaced by the first faint light of dawn. The voice is gone, but its message lingers, a stark reminder of the dangers that lie in the pursuit of the unknown.
I walk away from the abandoned train, forever changed by my journey into the depths of the abyss. The allure of the unknown will always tempt me, but I now understand the limits of human curiosity. Some doors are best left unopened, some secrets best left undiscovered.

So, Sims 2 has always been my favourite Sims game except for one thing... the lack of story progression.
Recently, PleasentSims' video on rotational gameplay came up and my mind was blown. I can't believe I'd never heard of it or considered it. It looks like so much fun!
I'm about to start playing rotationally for the first time, based on the way she does it in her video. I have a few questions though!

1. It's been a long time since I played Sims 2. When a Sim returns from university, will it be the same day they left? Or will it always be Monday, as an example? If it's always Monday, how do I sync up the ages while also syncing up the day of the week? Sorry if this is a silly question; it's kinda hard to visualise rotational gameplay having never done it!
   
2. Also on the subject of uni. When a Sim returns from university, will they have some money to buy a house? Or will I have to cheat? If it's the latter, is there a mod that can help, rather than a cheat? My concern is that if I move them back into their old household, I won't be able to sync up the ages without messing up the ages of the other members of the household?
   

Again, sorry if these are silly questions! It's hard to actually visualise this type of gameplay having never done it and having not played TS2 for a while.

My newfie is now 2 years old. I love him dearly, but he's been incredibly difficult at times. We've talked with professionals, but I would also like some advice from those who may have been through or are in a similar situation.
Just some background: I work from home and my newfoundland has become attached to my hip as a result. I know that this is my own fault. He's unable to be left alone in the house because he panics when I'm gone. He's now ok being left with my wife, but he still gets anxious if I'm out of the house and he doesn't see my car leave. If he knows I'm still on the property, he wants to be where I am. Despite this, my wife and I have done a very good job socializing him. He loves daycare / boarding, and loves people (once he gets a sniff). However, I tried 3 daycares before finding one he enjoyed going to. All of the daycares said he was "great", but I could tell he wasn't happy going. 2 of them had cameras that you could check in on your dog with. Each time I checked the cameras, he was panicking. It has become pretty clear to me that my newf suffers from various forms of anxiety. Luckily we've found a place now that he loves going to, but it's a 25 minute commute and daycare is expensive, so he only goes for a weekend every other week. He's always excited to go and the staff love him. He's never once been a problem for them. They use him as a greeting dog for new dogs because he's so good with smaller dogs.
Routine: Now here's where I really need the advice. I struggle to know what my dog actually enjoys. I try hard to be the best dog owner I can be. He gets two 45 minute walks daily, playtime, pets, and chewing stimulation. However, he never seems satisfied. I don't know what I'm doing wrong, and it's really starting to demoralize me. His routine goes: walk, food, nap (half of my work day), walk, food, play (sometimes more than once), rest, chewing stimulation, bedtime
Unknown Needs: What makes matters worse is he's not a cuddly dog. He doesn't come to me for pets or lay with me on the couch (despite my best efforts to reward / bribe him). I could deal with all of the anxiety and clinginess if he at least liked relaxing with me. He lays on the floor, looking depressed, and whines / barks when he wants attention. But here's the problem, I don't know what kind of attention he wants! When I pet him, he sometimes gets up and moves away from me. He only enjoys pets for so long. He NEVER comes to me for pets. I always have to go to him. When I put him outside, he barks to come back in / beg me to come outside. If I go outside, he won't play half the time. He doesn't much like tug-of-war. Fetch has been mostly unsuccessful, despite him understanding the game / commands. He enjoys chasing / being chased, but I can only do that for so long. And if he does get into a game, he becomes disinterested fast. He'll start chewing on a stick or just lay down. He would honestly be perfectly content if I just stayed outdoors with him 24/7 (but that's not doable for obvious reasons).
Obedience: He's also extremely smart, but likes to play dumb. He knows a lot of commands, but likes to push his boundaries (specifically with me). Occasionally when we play, he will jump on his hindlegs and try to bite my arms. This maybe happens once every other week and happens randomly. When he does this, I have no choice but to throw him off of me and if he continues, I grab him by his lower jaw. It's the only way I can get him to stop sometimes. I yip and stop playing to let him know it hurt, but sometimes its not enough. He does not do this with anyone else. When he was under 12 months old, he would attack my wife occasionally in the same manner, but I put a stop to that immediately. I'd make myself big, push him off of her, and slap his butt. I know this probably contributes to his current jumping with me, but I legitimately didn't know what else to do. He NEVER jumps on or bites her now. He is very gentle with her, and loves women and children.
Food: He's also an opportunist. He knows that certain things are off limits (counter food or food that we are currently eating), but he sits nearby, occasionally encroaching on personal space regardless. He has not once been rewarded for this. He's never given scraps, but he persists anyway. If something is unguarded, he will not hesitate to snatch it. Again, I know he knows this is bad. You can see the guilt on his face when he's caught.
I know this is a wall of text and I appreciate anyone who took the time to read it. Please, if you have any thoughts, suggestions, or wisdom let me know. I'm really trying my best and I'm starting to run out of ideas. Thanks in advance!

Hey guys! I've been on a ride trying to get in on a Telus Map Analyst position (currently advertised as Online Data Analyst), from UK, and after spending a while on this subreddit, I have applied and qualified as potential candidate.
When I received the mail notification that I am a qualified for it, I was given 7 days to study and take the exam. I have studied the guideline, and practiced on the sample tasks, but on my first attempt I didn't feel comfortable with the information at all, I actually felt pretty overwhelmed. I score 41% on my first attempt and the testing stopped after the 21st question. When I received the result mail (the next day) I was invited to a 2nd exam attempt.
Once again, I have taken the time to study, and this time the whole thing started to makes sense, and managed to do well on the sample tasks as well. On the exam day of the 2nd attempt, the testing has stopped after 38 questions. I did not receive an immediate result this time, and after researching on this subreddit, it was my assumption that this was a good sign, just like the fact that I managed to reach 38 questions. Unfortunately, I have received my result yesterday, and I did not pass. This time I haven't received a percentage result, nor an invite for 3rd attempt.
It's pretty surprising that I failed it the 2nd time, and unfortunately pretty frustrating because of the lack of feedback also. This time I don't know what I've done wrong, and what I should focus on.
Do you happen to know if I'll receive an invite for the 3rd attempt in the following days, or do I have to reach out to them and ask for it?
Also, does the question count matter at all? Because I also have read (in their actual guiding materials) that they won't waste your time, and if you answer 10 questions wrong in a row, they stop the testing.

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Have you relisted that AR-15 item 3 times, with price drops?
Didn't expect to get much traction with the original post, but here we are...
Second leg of my 100% GAFS-sourced trash AR build...
CZ Scorpion Evo Field Kit & RMA-able Magpul grip - $35
(Has brush, boresnake & OEM lube)
CZ Bren 2Ms HBI 922r disconnector - $15
Unused. I got a disconnector from the 922r parts kit.
CZ 75 grip screws, 2x, bnib - $10
FN 509c bundle - $45
12 round compact mag with pinky extension floor plate, FDE soft case, branded lock and backstrap. Basically everything you got with the firearm anyway, but mags are $45, alone.
DLG 1913 QD & Handstop (with QD) - $20
The handstop is actually decent and has a QD point on the backside.
Surplus Swiss Alpenflange Bottoms, like new, medium - $45
Worn once at a gunshow for like 3 hours, over a pair of regular pants. (It was cold)
Stickers shown can go out with items.
I will begrudgingly sell you this junk but really need AR stuff to complete this meme, so junk trades HEAVILY preferred.
Lower flair ships first.
Everything will ship USPS, typically by 9am the next business morning.
ITEMS I NEED:
-LPK, minus grip, FCG, selector & mag release button. (Especially springs. Do need FCG pins)
-Buffer tube, buffer spring, end plate & castle nut
-barrel, 5.56/.223, 13.9-16". Will consider longer.
-Handguard - ideally 14" but will take legit whatever as long as it clamps to a barrel nut properly
-upper receiver, as long as it functions I actually would prefer a super salty, trashed upper (I have a buddy looking through his parts bin this weekend for an upper)
-Gas block (I'll need a tube,too, but won't know which length until I source a barrel)
I have already acquired a BCG, charging handle, stock, buffer, FCG, selector, flash hider & mag release button.
Again, to really drive the point home, I am interested in your trash.
Things you wouldn't expect to sell on here, so you haven't even posted it. (Or maybe you've posted it a couple times & dropped the price but nobody wants)
Not looking to spend any actual money outside of shipping.
I understand this is a long-shot & I'm relying on the GAFS community to hook this up almost out of charity lol
As always, I appreciate your time & thanks for reading!

i've always been a chubby girl. and honestly, i never cared.
i always loved to cook, and I have a sweet tooth. I like to eat pizza or eat a slice of cake, but i also love fruits. i always knew how to divide my eating habits.
until highschool started.
i started to notice that all the girls were skinny and had long hair, and had perfect skin. those were the girls that had boyfriends. and its obvious for many friends of mine that i'm a hopeless romantic. i look forward to a highschool romance, and i have less than a year to live that before going to college.
and here he gets into the story. this year, this guy joined our school, and he is simply adorable. he is one of the nicest guys i've ever met. he likes my art, and he admires that i'm a writer. he is everything i wanted in a boy. although i'm not the only one. there are many girls liking him as well. and all of them are skinny and beautiful, and i feel bad about it, because i think that maybe he won't like me because i'm slightly overwheight.
it started. i started counting calories, drinking more water, eating way less than i used to (and tbh, i was never much of a big eater.). but nothing changed, and he didn't look at me. i started doing makeup (not heavy ones, only concealer blush and mascara), wearing more skirts and even putting perfume on daily. but nothing ever changed.
and then it hit me. no guys ever asked to go out with me. the one who asked me left me waiting the whole afternoon and never showed up. maybe that was because i was not skinny. all of my ex friends had multiple guys asking to go out with them, and i was always left aside due to that. no guys ever liked me back, and i think its because i'm chubby.
i look at myself in the mirror and i start to take notice of all the little things that boys wouldn't like. I have stretchmarks on my thighs, my belly is divided in two (due to stretched stomach tissue), i have body hair (i have testosterone problems as well) and i have little scars on my arms from my skin picking. my thighs are too big, and my arms are too fat. i feel like my shoulders are really wide, and i feel unproportional.
to make it worst, parents and relatives. holy shit, they say they are the most supporting people in the world, although they are the ones who always say that "boys like skinny girls." . and i'm part of a latin family, so those comments are in the middle of nothing.
i'm not even talking about my interests, because thats not even the subject. i'm a movie enthusiast. i like animations and i love reading. but the girls that are considered pretty are "nOt LiKe oThEr GiRls" , y'know? they watched wednesday, don't like pink like other girls, and are "one of the boys". really. that leaves me pissed, because those are the most annoying types of people i've ever met, and those are the girls that get boyfriends. i feel bad. i know it's because of my body, boys just care about appearances these days, and i know it. i have some friends that tell me they didn't go out with some girls because they're fat, or that they wouldn't go out with girls that have out with stretchmarks. i hope the guy i'm having a crush on is different. i hope he likes me for who i am one day. but still, i'm trying to change myself. last time i ate was last night, and i'm only eating lunch for today.
i don't know if i need to hear something or if i just need to take it off of my chest, but i hope i somehow find a solution to this.

Hi Everyone,
To continue from my post yesterday.
Here's my story. Like all of us I had a difficult childhood, raised by two narcissists (dad overt, mom covert). I'll spare you the details because for the purpose of my response, these are irrelevant. Besides how can we not see ourselves as victims when dwelling on past hurts? I have other med/psych issues and I won't go into those either for fear that I'll reinforce my victim image.
This diagnosis of NPD was given to me after I was hospitalized in psych ward this past Jan (seems like years ago) because of what I think was a narcissistic collapse. Like many of us with NPD, I like looking at porn--it's part of my narcissistic supply. I can look at it when I want (at least discretely) and choose what to view. Nothing hardcore, mind you, but porn is porn is porn. Well, my wife has always been staunchly anti-porn because of the degrading and demeaning way it presents women (I don't disagree). My usage of porn goes back to my teens (before the internet) when all we had were magazines. Never really grew out of it to be honest. But when my new wife tells me she's opposed to porn it probably would have been a good idea to listen (of course I didn't).
Over the early years of our marriage, while I was still in training, I became reckless, looking at this stuff in public places, seemingly daring the Gods to challenge me, not thinking of the serious consequences should I have been caught, e.g., losing my med license (there goes all my hard work getting through college, med school, and residency). We had young children at the time and my wife was a FT mother. What would have I told her should I have been caught and was fired? I surely would have been reported to my state medical society and department of health. An investigation would be underway. The verdict would be published on the public pages of the health website for all to see that my license was suspended/revoked and the reasons listed. So no completing my training, no job in sight because all I knew was medicine. What what I do? How would I support my family? How would I deal with the humiliation? Well as a undiagnosed NPD, I obviously didn't care -- consequences be damned.
My wife has always been an incredibly thoughtful person. To wit:
-She bought me a beautiful framed picture of Sylvester the Cat with his son for my first Father's Day gift. I ignored it.
-She bought me thoughtful gifts for the things and hobbies I really enjoyed. I ignored them and never said thank you.
-She was my practice manager and I never took what she said seriously. Although she has a MPH and could run circles around me with financial-related matters, I saw her as inferior. She couldn't possibly know more about the business end of running a practice (when in fact I don't even know how to balance a checkbook).
-And on and on.
So what was my crisis moment? I continued to look at porn over the years even after I told my wife I wasn't. Then, in early December, 2022 she came across several images of nude women in various positions on our shared Google account. Never mind that she looks at the Photos daily but she also shares images with our children, family, and friends. Imagine the horror, embarrassment should others have seen these images. She texted me that she saw these images and simple wrote "oops." I immediately went into crisis mode. I pulled out all of my usual victimization defenses but none worked. She didn't sleep in our bed that evening for the first time in our marriage. I felt her disgust. But I told her I only recently started looking at it (a lie of course) and I really believed myself and thought she would to. But she didn't. She became cold, distant. My warm caring wife wasn't giving me my supply. I became suicidal, threatening to shoot myself (I have guns). I told her to hide them. I saw a new therapist and told him I was actively suicidal, and that's how I got hospitalized (there for a week).
I thought my issues with my wife were all about sex. She's middle-aged (as am I) but still extremely attractive. She simply wasn't into sex and hasn't been for years, and I always assumed it was because she was postmenopausal. After all, other older women still engage in sex and enjoy it. Well that was my first breakthrough moment: what if it isn't about sex, but about my attitudes and treatment of her? Could that be the cause (yes, it could be). I asked her, and she gave me this incredible look like, uh, yes, and you're only figuring this out now? Well, silly me, yes. My second breakthrough moment is when I (finally) acknowledged that I felt entitled.
Now my wife likes to watch Dr. Phil. He has a very common phrase he asks of his guests: "What were you thinking that made it OK to do the things you did?" My wife asked me, and I simply could not answer the question. But after much soul-searching, I came to realize she was an appendage to me, nothing more, nothing less.
My epiphany: It was like the Grinch at the end of the cartoon hearing the Whos celebrate Christmas without the toys, when he came to his revelation. And so I came to mine when my wife said she was seriously thinking of divorce (and still is).
How did I find out about the diagnosis? Did a psychiatrist tell me? Nope. It was on the discharge paperwork. Imagine a serious diagnosis like NPD and none of the mental healthcare providers told me it. And I'm a physician. So my wife and I began to read up on NPD. Initially I looked at sites where people with NPD shared their thoughts about their condition after they were diagnosed (I needed the confirmation, the affirmation). My wife looked at sites discussing the victims of NPD. She read about trauma bonding, about narcissistic abuse. I saw her revulsion, her anger, frustration, etc. How could she have not seen this earlier? Because I am the ultimate covert narcissist. I put the frog in the pot, filled it with water, and turned up the temp one degree at a time. The poor thing had no idea it was being boiled alive, and so it is with NPD victims.
I had a choice. There was (and still is) a very distinct possibility of divorce. So I kept coming back to Dr. Phil's quote and it finally (FINALLY!!) hit me - she was an appendage, nothing more and nothing less. She was my maid, my accountant, my manager, my lover, but never my equal, never my friend, never my partner. It was a stunning moment. My epiphany. My revelation.
What to do with my new insights? Well, from what I've read looking at Reddit and Quorum, people with NPD who gain awareness of their condition do one of three things: (1) they embrace it, wanting to change for the better (very small percentage), (2) 40% want to go back into their little hideaway spot because it's too painful to come to terms, and (3) 50% know their narcissists but they don't care and have no interest in changing (the usual course of action).
I decided I wanted to try (1). That's when I started to read about how someone with NPD affects (adversely) his loved ones. That's when I realized (slowly) how much I abused my wife, how I ignored her, how I rolled my eyes when she said something that obviously was beneath me to answer. And on and on. Memory after memory came to light, I was flooded with nothing but negatives. How could I have done this? Could I be this uncaring? So, this is when I decided I would no longer hide behind my carefully constructed walls. I let go of my defenses. I deliberately made myself vulnerable. I was scared to hell but I needed to see reality for what it was. I decided I would no longer use my usual victimization strategies. I came up with several simple rules (nothing complicated) how to listen to my wife, and the other things I put into my original post.
Now did I make these changes for my wife? Absolutely. It took several ill-placed pics on Google to start the ball rolling (by the way I still look at the porn but less so and have been honest with my wife but my attitudes are slowly slowly changing).
Someone with NPD cannot look within to make much-needed changes without first having a crisis, collapse, injury, or whatever. I took this opportunity to learn from it, to become a better person.
May be it's too late to save my marriage but should it come to divorce I know moving forwards that should I meet another woman, hopefully I will never go back to my old ways of thinking.
So, to answer Dr. Phil's question: There is absolutely nothing that justifies my behavior or actions. Guilty as charged. My wife now is no longer my narcissistic supply. She is my equal, my partner. And I need to get to know her better. Do you know that after 30 years of marriage, I still don't know her favorite color or her favorite ice cream flavor. I have much to learn and much ground to make up. I pray it's not too late. I'm going to give it my all, to be a better husband, a better friend, a better person. I will accept the consequences of my actions, learn from them, and move forwards. Because, after all, what other choice do we have, really.
Well that's my story. I shall keep everyone apprised of my situation.

This applies for the first block in the champo of 6 rounds
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The following players wont be available for the start of the season:
Will Jacks was one of surrey's most important players in the last season scoring [email protected] in the championship, striking at 77 and was also hugely important opening in the blast which got him an ipl deal and England debuts in all three formats, county fans will never forget his demolishing of simon harmer to save the match against Essex. He is injured and out of the ipl, unavailable.
Sam Curran has regained his ipl deal after a great winter for england and reinventing himself as a death bowler and strong hitter, he played most of the blast as well as 5 champo matches, scoring 454 runs @ 75 with a strike rate of 79 including his maiden century in senior cricket. He'll be missed as he goes off to india.
Reece Topley also has his first ipl deal, he only played 3 matches last season taking [email protected] but with a much greater career record its another hit to the depth. He'll be much more important in the blast where he'll be available.
Tom Curran is currently injured and also has left red ball cricket for the time being, got his maiden century at Northampton after working on his batting during his injury.
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The following players didn't play a first class match in 2022 or since then, some will be available but unlikely to be selected:
Laurie Evans hasn't played any cricket recorded on cricinfo since the hundred and hasn't played first class in a few years now as he comes to the end of his career.
Jason Roy after being dropped from the england t20 side wasn't able to retain his form in that format but did score an incredible 145* (63) for quetta in the psl and has scored 2 odi centuries from 9 innings in the winter, his last first class match was in 2020 but without an ipl deal or much england selection he may return to first class cricket.
Chris Jordan's last first class match was in 2019 for sussex, I don't think first class is included in his surrey contract.
Sunil Narine is T20 only.
Matthew Dunn only managed to get into the heavily weakened one day side in 2021.
Nick KImber only featured in the one day cup and is yet to make his first class debut, though the bowling all rounder could this season.
Josh Blake is surrey's third choice keeper and is yet to make an appearance outside the one day cup, may do if Jamie Smith is called up to the england side or is injured.
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The following players are available and hasn't played a cricinfo recorded match since last summer:
Connor Mckerr played three FC matches for surrey in 2022, finding it hard to nail down a spot there so went on loan to kent at the end of the season for game time, he took 8 wickets in those 5 matches.
Dan worral was a key part of surreys championship success since switching his allegiance to england and moving to south london, in 9 matches he took 39 wickets at 24 with an economy below 2. He'll be very important this season.
Ben Geddes played three first class matches in his second season of senior cricket, captaining the youthful one day side and scoring 176 runs @ 44 including his second FC century.
Jordan Clark played 11 games in the championship and was incredibly important though he is most remembered for his roses hattrick of williamson, bairstow and root. He scored 481 runs at 43 and took 30 wickets @ 35.
Rory Burns, the captain leader legend won his second championship as skipper averaging 40 with 3 hundreds and was one of just 3 players to play every game, the reliable top order alongside him of Amla and Patel. He scored the winnings runs of the championship.
Dan Moriarty appeared just once last season as a victim of Batty's part time spin approach, he was much more important in the blast and got a 100 gig, I imagine that's where his career is going.
James Taylor played the first three games of the season taking 4 wickets but got an injury, he hasn't played since and I'm unaware of his progress, he may still not be available.
Ryan Patel nailed down his spot in the surrey side playing all 14 games and averaged 35 opening the batting and his medium pace entertained some fans at the oval greatly. He also earned a spot in the county select xi to face the kiwis.
Nico Reifer made his first class debut against the sri lankan development xi scoring 68, he's from barbados and the cousin of the West indian international of the same name. I imagine he'll earn a few more appearances this season.
Nathan Barnwell also made his first class debut against the SLCDXI but I imagine he will struggle for appearances.
Tom Lawes' debut season in senior cricket was really impressive, playing 6 championship games taking 18 wickets at 22 and a valuable [email protected] runs will see him play quite a few surrey matches this season as he also made his blast and one day cup debuts.
Cameron Steel, Will Jacks' understudy bowled well when used in his 5 championship matches after signing for the club, taking [email protected] but his batting wasn't up to his usual standard with a high score of 48, he was born in the US so I wonder if they've tried to sign him.
Dom Sibley resigned from warwickshire, he played well there scoring [email protected] and upping his strike rate to a mighty 42, his return should really help the top order with Amla's retirement.
Amar Virdi's only first class appearances was for somerset on loan where he went wicketless, despite lions appearances and an incredible record he's unwanted mostly by surrey, having not made a t20 appearance in his career. I think he could likely move for more matches.
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The following players are available for the first block and have been playing other matches recorded by cricinfo in the winter:
Ben Foakes played 3 test matches scoring 2 fifties, batting well and keeping superbly as usual, when england doesn't take him i imagine he'll be first choice for surrey in the summer after scoring [email protected] in the championship last summer in 9 appearances.
Jamie Smith, second choice keeper who played superbly in his 8 matches, scoring [email protected] including a 234* at bristol on a pitch ollie pope called "a bit flat". He played 4 lions matches in the winter, scoring a century in a first class match at galle, a 50 against the sri lankan presidents xi and some top keeping.
Ollie Pope, invincible at the oval scored [email protected] in his 8 championship matches striking at 66 with 2 run a ball centuries at the oval. He scored 108 in Rawlapindi and 60 in multan whilst stepping in behind the stumps for an ill Ben Foakes. He scored 115 across 4 innings in the test in new zealand and played 2 franchise matches for the first time in his career for the gulf giants scoring 18 runs in 2 innings.
Angus Atkinson was extremely important in the blast for surrey and in the championship bowled very well in the 4 matches he was included in taking 13 wickets @ 28 and will build on those this summer I'm sure. He also had his first franchise winter at 24 years old, playing 10 of the desert vipers 12 games, taking 9 wickets with an economy of 7.8 and was unused by islamabad united in the psl.
Kemar Roach will return for the first block after proving incredible in his 2 previous seasons at the oval with 25 wickets @ 26 in his seven games last season. He played 4 tests in the winter taking 9 wickets including a devastating fifer at centurion.
Sean Abott makes his return to surrey, at time of writing he's currently bowling at chennai, playing well in this series in his international return in the last year. Played well in all three formats domestically including 21 wickets @ 29 in the sheffield shield for new south wales.
Jamie overton, plagued by injury played 1 match in the winter in a lions match in abu dhabi. Last season he played 10 games with his performances earning him a test debut with 34 wickets @ 25 and 355 runs at 29.
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Thats your lot

But once the realization is accepted that even between the closest people infinite distances exist, a marvelous living side-by-side can grow up for them, if they succeed in loving the expanse between them, which gives them the possibility of always seeing each other as a whole and before an immense sky.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Intro
Hey my name's David or Dave or Davie. No difference to me. I'm looking for connections really(Leading to something deeper is really awesome but I don't have expectations), I have the next two days off someone to just chat with would be nice or to watch a movie or some anime with. Specifically tonight I'm off work @ 1am(I'm going to the hospital this morning) and I have a desire to re-watch spice and wolf so if you're down :).
I'm working through some writing about language as a means of communication. The core thoughts are around - how it(language) doesen't accurately portray what we may try to explain or relate to others and how I often find myself feeling as if I'm not actually having conversations with people.(Often times it feels like you're not connecting, it's two people going through their dialogue tree) I believe there are a handful of people on earth that you'll be able to share deeper connections with despite how flawed language is as a medium to communicate and I'd love for this post to be a means to meet someone like that.
I'm going to be moving to quebec shortly. I've contemplated a few locations in Canada. I'm from the GTHA but I think the challenge of being in an environment where I won't only be socially isolated but I'll be isolated with language will either cause my brain to go boom or force me to become more of the person I want to be. I love the culture compared to a lot of other places in Canada(having travelled relatively minimally though). I love the people even though it felt like sometimes they didn't like me. And I plan on assimilating to the culture prior to the move and making sure I do what I have to when I get there to not just be the ontario kid moving there. Getting to know someone from Quebec who might have some similar interests would be awesome but this post isn't limited to that.
Goals for the post or what I'm looking for
A connection with anyone really. I feel pretty existentially lonely, and I value things that take that feeling away from me. Ultimately I don't know if a relationship will stem from anything(I don't do the online dating thing so we'd have to see) but getting to know people and seeing where those connections lead is valuable to me. I touched on other things in the introduction but more specifically about the individuals I'm looking for... I like chatting with people who have opinions, and who aren't too judgmental. The things you hate the most about yourself I'll tend to find the best beautiful or interesting. If you play vidya that's awesome because chatting gaming maybe learning some language would be a pretty amazing.
About me
People care about physicals so I'll get that out. (Pictures are newest to oldest) 6'2 - 6'3, dad bodish now but won't be for long. Still on the physical side I play basketball and walk way too much. Outside of that I've lived a life I think most movie producers would scratch out because it seems too unrealistic. There's a lot of things I'm processing in my trauma departments and I'm working towards being the best person I think I can be. I've seen myself fail there and I don't intend on that becoming a pattern going forward.
I enjoy film and music. Mathrock midwest emo, rap are kind of my go tos. I'm big into Nolan films or things that make you think. I write poetry and music. I just wrote a small book ish thing that's kind of about the last 10 years of my life that I'm pretty proud of. I just started to get back into anime, Vinland saga was kinda my gateway to starting again and if someone has recommendations or is down to watching something with me I'd love to.
I don't drink much. I plan on reducing that to very rarely going forward. I don't smoke weed often but I don't mind people who do(I don't mind being around alcohol either). Mushrooms are amazing but again a pretty once in a while thing for me.
I've had a really shit start to the year. Got really sick in December, broke my ribs aand then got pneumonia because broken ribs + not moving. Lost a close friend recently(OD'd) and now my mother(who I'm not close with) has cancer and I don't think she's going to make it. I intend on turning the year around though but it's been a rough start to it.
Tell me about yourself ? What's your favorite meal ? Favorite memory ? Let's play like word association or something I don't know.
I look forward to maybe hearing from you.
Sincerely,
David

So I backed up my raspberry pi and used a old HP MP9 and a m2 SSD running on a usb cable, flashed home assistant and got it all up and running. Plugged in my Nortek HUSBZB1 stick put the back up on and boom everything is up and running....problems though I did have smart things integrated and never used the zwave portion of the stick, but I am starting to have issues with Smart things and want to integrate it all over to Home assistant....Zwave has an error that says Retrying setup none...I have deleted, reconfigured, reinstalled, restarted, unplugged replugged in and nothing has worked...Can anyone help me and give me some ideas of maybe where to look? It is seeing it in hardware as it auto found it the one time, I set it up and I can see it in hardware. But for some reason it configures successfully then goes to this error. Thanks all

Another vanisighting?
Another vanisighting: https://www.reddit.com/NatureofPredators/comments/11y624d/vani_doing_things_he_does_lost_and_found_fanart/
Thanks to u/Brotanics
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Memory Transcription Subject: Vichak, venlil school principal
Date [Standardized Human Reckoning]: 2136–09-09
A few timepaws after professor Baslik left my school things returned to normal. I settled into my office and prepared to start my first task on the list, tackling my overflowing inbox. With my mail client opened, I began scrolling through the endless stream of messages. Most of them were routine: reminders, updates, and requests for meetings. But one particular letter caught my eye, standing out amidst the sea of text.
I looked at the email and saw the sender's name, Sirkal (of Kadu from Kleran). It was someone from this town and the host of her mailing address showed why I have never heard of her before. The letter came from the University of Charok, the same institution where Professor Baslik taught. It is not that odd, really. Kleran and Charok are located next to each other. It's not that unthinkable for someone who was born here to move there. The reverse is also true. I remember that the parents of some of my students are from Charok.
"Dear Vichak,
My name is Sirkal of Kadu from Kleran, and I am a legal overseer assigned to the Department of Social Science at the University of Charok. I am writing to you regarding Professor Baslik's recent visit to your school."
As a legal overseer, I have been entrusted with the responsibility to manage a legal challenge that might arise from his visit. I also would like to follow up with you on some important matters related to your institution.
I believe that it is in your best interest to reply to this letter at your earliest convenience to schedule a meeting and I will be able to synchronize with your cycle. Your prompt response will allow us to address these matters effectively and efficiently.
With Respect
Sirkal"
The letter from Sirkal and her request for discussion about legal matters made me feel a bit apprehensive. I see how being involved with Professor Baslik, even indirectly, could potentially be controversial. So I did need to tread carefully to avoid any missteps. The fact that Sirkal's mail server was the same as Baslik's is quite reassuring. I'm not an informatics expert, but I think it would be difficult to spoof such a thing.
It was likely that Sirkal was indeed who she claimed to be.
Still, as a responsible educator, It was important to do my due diligence before responding to Sirkal's request. I spent some time conducting an online search, looking for more information about her and her background. As I sifted through the search results, I found several pages hosted by her workplace, as well as her personal page. What I discovered was a woman who was much more than just a legal staff member at the University of Charok. Sirkal also worked as a pro bono advocate, offering her legal services to clients who might not otherwise be able to afford them.
That kind of dedication gave me confidence in her character. So I finally wrote my response to her.
"Hi Sirkal
My school operates in Shift Minus One. I am available for half a claw during the middle of my timepaw. Let me know a suitable date for our meeting.
Regards, Vichak"
Despite people living in their own shifts, we do need a standardized way. The government of the entire planet works in the same shift and they work in what's known as "Shift Zero". The four others are Minus Two, Minus One, Plus One, and Plus Two.
I was about to read another email when my intercom chimed in with a request for a call. Having ascertained that I am awake, the advocate switched to voice call.
"Do you have an agenda on the between 1 to 1.5 claws from now? If not, allow me to visit you." her email read.
The timeframe she had given me was during my mid-meal break, which I usually spent in my office eating. I wasn't sure what Sirkal wanted to discuss. I really, really hope this won't end with me getting bogged down with workplace politics at the University of Charok.
"I mean… I am free, but are you going to visit soon?" I said, hoping for a bit more information.
"Thank you for confirming your schedule. I shall be going." She said before ending the call.
At the designated break time one claw later, I was about to enjoy a meal that my mother and I had made earlier that day. Just as I was about to take my first bite, the school's security guard contacted me through the intercom.
"Ma'am, someone named Sirkal is at the gate right now," the guard said.
"Let her in," I instructed the guard. "I'll meet her at my office."
I took the first bite of the Döner Kebab and I wondered just what she was here for. When Sirkal appeared in my office the advocate sat before I even had the chance to allow her. The woman has dark fur with a shocking white stripe extending from behind her eyes down to her back. It was a pattern that I had never seen before, and I wonder if it was natural or a result of some kind of dye.
"Thank you for giving me the time and place for us to talk," Sirkal began, looking at my lunch box. "Do not let my presence hinder the enjoyment of your meal." Her body language was minimal, and her gestures were subtle, but there was a sense of intensity in the way she composed herself. I couldn't help but wonder if, like Vani and Baslik, there was something "wired wrong" in her head.
Not "wrong", I chastised myself, but "differently".
I extended a gesture of hospitality to Sirkal. "Do you want something to eat or drink? I can order one from the cafeteria." I asked.
"Cold water suffices," she replied. "The wrap you have there has a peculiar form and texture. May I inquire as to what those things are?"
I chuckled slightly at her curiosity. "Oh, this? This is a human dish called Döner Kebab. I've heard that it used to use flesh, but they have plant-based variations now."
Her eyes bulged slightly. There was a barely restrained desire in her gaze as if she was fascinated by the idea of consuming human food. But before I could get further into this topic, Sirkal spoke again.
"I have heard from Baslik about your adventure to the capital," she said.
"I did… yeah. Hey, do you want half of mine?" I pushed my lunchbox toward the advocate, offering her a share of my Döner Kebab.
Sirkal hesitated for a moment but then gestured with gratitude. "Along with this cold water, how much do you sell this for?" she asked, rummaging through her satchel.
"Uh... free?" I replied, a bit taken aback by the question. The advocate had taken a cash card, but she put it back again.
"Thank you," she said, taking one of the kebab wraps.
"Oh yeah, let me get you your drink," I got off and made my way to my bar to pour her a glass of water.
"So, what brought you here?" I asked, finally getting down to the business.
"As per my letter, my colleague Baslik visited your school yesterday, and I have a moral obligation to visit," she said, her voice almost as flat as Vani's.
"How well do you know Professor Baslik?" I asked, placing the glass of water on the table and pushing it toward her.
"I am the reason Baslik is still teaching at our university," she replied. "People he works with tend to get caught in the crossfire, which is why I am here."
Her words left me with more questions than answers, but before I could ask any more, Sirkal pulled out a pad and requested to add her contact information to my device. I accepted her request and watched as her details were added to my contacts.
"We, the crosswired, need to stick together," Sirkal said, looking up at me with a hint of intensity in her gaze. "I'm offering you my service free of charge."
I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Crosswired? Is that what you call yourself?"
Sirkal nodded, "Yes, though the human term 'neurodivergent' is gaining popularity too. I know you're used to people like me," While I wondered if she meant my students or my brother on Earth, I realized that she stared crossed-eyed with her snout pointing at me.
My brother then.
"I see. I did notice that Baslik has no fear toward humans."
"He's devoid of feeling," Sirkal continued. "Fortunately, his parents instilled altruism in him."
I couldn't help but think of the recently expelled student, Radaktil, as she mentioned.
"I know about your brother," Sirkal continued. "He is blessed to have a sister like you."
Her monotonous words felt like a warm embrace, and I felt a sense of gratitude toward this stranger. "Oh, I can't hog all the compliments," I said, smiling. "My mother also supported Vani throughout his life. How about you?"
Sirkal continued to eat the kebab, savoring each bite as she stared at me intently. "This human food tastes very delightful," she remarked between bites. "Thank you for introducing me to their cuisine."
It was obvious to me that she was avoiding answering my question.
"I'm sorry for asking that," I said, sensing that I had touched on a sensitive topic. "It must have been terrible."
Sirkal seemed to relax a bit at my apology. "In case I am being recorded, I do not consent," she said, pausing to take another bite of the kebab before continuing. "It has been said that I survived the Correctional Facility. Of course, if you search for my public record, you will find that there is no mention of me being committed to such a place."
I sensed the unspoken implication in her words and felt a bit sad for her. The thought of anyone having to endure the Correctional Facility made me dread it, and for now… I wondered again if I had done the right thing with Radaktil.
"How much do you know about my school?" I asked.
"Your institution has a reputation," Sirkal replied. "I could have had a more comfortable life had something like yours existed in my time. I am personally invested in ensuring your school's continuation."
I felt a sense of relief at her words. "Regardless... sometimes we're way over our heads," I added, as the recent incident with the violent student was still heavy on my mind.
"Please elaborate," Sirkal said, her gaze intense as she leaned in closer to me.
"Sirkal, there was a violent student of mine that I might have condemned to a correctional facility," I admitted, feeling a sense of guilt and shame wash over me as I spoke.
"How violent?" Sirkal asked, her gesture twitching slightly as she spoke.
"He assaulted several students, but we only caught him after we installed a hidden camera. Mind you, the student he caught assaulting was crosswired too," I felt a lump form in my throat as I spoke.
Sirkal stared at me for a moment, as if judging me for my character. She took a final large bite of the kebab before continuing. "Our system is built in such a way that sometimes things like this are unavoidable," she said finally. "I understand in a way that does not condone nor condemn."
"Do you think I should do something different?" I asked Sirkal, hoping for some guidance and reassurance.
"That question is your burden to bear, Vichak," Sirkal replied. "I am here to provide you with legal services to protect your school and your students. But making you feel better about your decision is not in my job description."
When she finished, I heard a chime from my office's sound system, signaling the arrival of a new notification. Checking my desk, I realized that I had received a letter from an advocate on behalf of Kiyat. It took me a while before I realized that Kiyat was Radaktil's mother.
"I believe I need your services, Sirkal,"
Sirkal nodded. She chugged the glass of cold water until it was drained empty before taking out her pad from her satchel and turning its screen on.
Memory Transcription Subject: Vani, venlil foreign exchange participant
Date [Standardized Human Reckoning]: 2136–09-10
The next day, after spending a restful night in Dieng, we departed early in the morning for the city of Wonosobo. We needed to restock our supplies and perform maintenance on the Van. Once we had everything dealt with, we continued our journey towards the City of Yogyakarta, but not before we made a detour to a temple called Borobudur.
We approached the temple after we paid the entrance fee. With a clear grassy field surrounding the temple, it looked more like a monumental mound than a place of worship. The details of intricate carvings on its walls became more visible as we came closer. However, we were only allowed to go as far as the fence that surrounded the temple, which was about ten meters from the base. As we stood there, taking in the sight of the temple I wished that we could get closer.
"So… I presume we are not allowed to get in?"
"Back then tourists were allowed to get in and they wore down the stone of the temple. Nowadays they only let religious leaders or scholars in."
Curious about the temple's origins I asked. "Is this a Hindu temple too?"
"Oh, this one is a-" Johan paused. "I have a feeling we might be allowed to enter."
I looked in the direction Johan was looking, and a furless human approached us, they were clad in what I remember as formal clothing.
"Hi. I'm Sudarmo. Do you want to see the Borobudur up close?" My translator was still in subtitle mode and there was no hint of gender in the text. But I think he was a man. Sudarmo has no single fur on top of his head, just like Johan. But he still had fur above his eyes, unlike Stawa.
"But do you not restrict access to scholars?" I asked him.
"Aren't we all scholars?" He said with a smile, the micro gestures on his face implied that he wanted me to get into this tour.
"I suppose you have a point," I said, returning his smile. "Lead the way.
The man led us along the fence, through the crowds of tourists, who stared at us. I guess they are envious that they were not given the same opportunity that we had. Approaching the gate in the fence, I noticed that it was not particularly tall and a human could easily jump over it. However, there seemed to be a sense of respect and decency that prevented them from doing so. I wondered if there were mechanisms in place to detect and prevent unauthorized access.
Sudarmo placed one of his fingers on a sensor on the gate, and after a beep, he pushed it open. A set of stairs on every four sides of the temple allowed us to climb upward. We walked to the one nearest to us, and when we reached the bottom of the stairs the function of a shelf near one of the stairs became clear. Sudarmo removed his feet covering and stored it on the shelf.
"I need you to remove your shoes as well." The tour guide ordered.
"Is this a purity thing, or do you want to reduce the tear and wear on the stone?" I asked.
"A bit of both, but mostly the latter." Said Sudarmo.
The tour guide explained that the Borobudur is slightly younger than the temples in Dieng, but not by much. The temple was somewhat "lost" until it was found in the nineteenth century and restored.
"What deities are venerated in this temple?" I asked, curious about the religious significance of the site.
"This is a Buddhist temple," Sudarmo replied. "While we do have the concept of divine beings, these gods are also bound in the cycle of rebirth. Are you familiar with the concept of reincarnation?"
I nodded. "This is what the people of the Sun in my homeworld believed. The people of the Stars, on the other hand, believe that their soul will ascend into the sky and watch over their descendants."
Sudarmo went on to explain that the temple is adorned with a series of intricate reliefs that depict scenes from the life of the religious teacher who founded the Buddhism belief system. The reliefs were originally painted white and then given color later. All this has disappeared more than one thousand years later.
"You said that humans have restored part of this temple. Why not restore the colors too?"
"Well... it's controversial. We don't know the original color of the relief, for example. Well let's get up shall we?"
When I placed my foot on the stone floor of the temple, I felt something akin to…awe? I thought about the hundreds of thousands, if not millions of humans, who have set their feet on the temple. The sense of "deep time" I felt in Dieng was present here as well.
We climbed up to the first terrace and there we walked around as Sudarmo continued commentary on the relief on the wall and the balustrade of the terrace. He also injected the temple's history and significance. I found myself captivated by his storytelling, and before I knew it, half a claw had passed and we were at the topmost part of the temple. A statue of a human sitting sat before me, he looked so serene in his meditation.
Sudarmo told me that it was the Buddha himself.
"So, your main goal is to be free from the cycle of death and rebirth? How do you achieve it?"
"Well… if I have to sum it up I would use the five precepts. We have to abstain from killing living beings, stealing, sexual misconduct, lying, and intoxication. Mind you, this is only a summation, people still argue about the details."
I was intrigued and asked, "All living beings? So you refrain from eating flesh?"
Sudarmo replied, "The vat-grown meat can be harvested without killing. Though I only eat them for my birthday." He added with a chuckle.
The idea of eating flesh only on one's birthday seemed morbid to me, but any argument I can think of against vat-grown meat would be based on my prejudice, not something coherently utilitarian.
Johan added, "Yeah, plant-based meat is cheaper and doesn't taste that different."
Curiosity got the best of me and I asked, "Is there any religion where flesh-eating is its central part?"
Sudarmo looked at Johan and I looked at my human too.
"Well… uh… when I say 'sacrifice' can you explain what the translation is?"
"To sacrifice is to do something detrimental to yourself for the betterment of others."
"Yeah… that is more like self-sacrifice to us. Sacrifice can also mean something we give for an offering to a deity."
"Oh… you used to offer flesh to your deities?"
"There is a religion where the sacrifice of animals was a major festival, but times have changed. That religion now accepts vat-grown meat as a substitute."
Sudarmo nodded in agreement. "Yes, the concept of sacrifice has evolved. The practice of animal sacrifice has been around for thousands of years, but we humans have become more aware of our impact on the environment and other living beings. As Johan said, many religions have adapted their practices to reflect these changes."
As much as they tried to hide it. My time in the museums revealed that humans had gone through dark times in which they waged war and committed atrocities against each other and other species. But as the geologist tour guide said, our ancestors' mistake is not our own. Humans, like everyone else. learn from their mistakes and grow.
Their commitment to creating a kinder future for their society is something that I found comforting. They had climbed up the food chain, but once they came victorious at the top... they looked down at those they trampled and… they chose to fix what damage they did.
I hope that more people in the future will be able to understand this.

CONTEXT:
I'm physically lean & not very strong. I tend to be "pushed around" easily and get manipulated & "bossed".
And that makes me bitter.
Being relatively high in agreeableness, I'm quite prone to assertive attitudes too from my peers & friends, too.
I'VE STARTED THIS:
Physically I've started my efforts for a long term sustainable positive change in body form, and I'm quite hopeful because of my discipline.
THE QUESTION:
The question I wanna ask after this context is regarding my capacity for AGRESSION.
See, dudes in my age gap get agressive generally easily when the need appears. And that is very useful in some cases— when you're supposed to be protecting somebody dear to you, especially if they are your female mates.
My problem is that I get scared quite easily, and stay away from fights. I lose my nerves when its the right time to stand your ground.
I'm quite a sarcastic, funny dude so that's what saves me.
I hate not being able to say fuck off at somebody's face if I need to (and actually fucking them off if its appropriate).
I fear even if I get physically bigger in the future, this psyche won't change.
That's a pathetic way to live life, and extremely unattractive especially to the girls my age.
I want to change it, help me out.
Suggest me practical tips on how to develop myself into a confident & bold man.
EDIT: Suggest some martial art that doesn't require gym, my locality has ZERO martial arts opportunities.

Hey! I just moved to Antalya on Monday evening and have been slowly settling in my apartment. Last time I was here (December) I posted on this subreddit and got a couple of responses so I thought I will try again. Unlike last time, this time I'm going to be staying here for much longer (at least until 22nd of April, so still a full month).
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About me - I'm a 29 year old guy from Poland, I work in IT and I'm trying out the digital nomad life, Antalya is my first destination and I hope it will be one of the most memorable ones :). I try to live an active life - I love long walks, I hike in the mountains, work out in the gym, train bouldering and play squash, not a fan of team sports though. I traveled a lot, including a lot of hitchhiking - I hitchhiked on 3 continents and traveled over 20000 kilometers that way. I'm a very open minded person - I think anything is okay as long as it doesn't harm others, I try not to judge people for the things we disagree on and I actually like to talk about those as long as the discussion is not turning into a fight. I don't really drink much, but I like to have a beer or two with a nice group of friends. I speak Polish natively and I'm fluent in English, I know cyrylic, but can't really speak Russian, I learned French but I can't say much more than "hey, my name is" and I can wish you bon appetit in Turkish.
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What I'm looking for:

• people to do sports with - bouldering, gym, squash partners are very much welcome (no matter if you are experienced or just want to start for the first time)
• people to hang out with in the evening - dinner or a night out with beers, not clubbing though
• someone to show me around - if you feel like being a local tour guide then I won't say no
• people to go on a weekend trip - I would love to explore some parts of the region out of the city. We can rent a car together or try to use public transport. Maybe we can visit some cool place nearby or make it a longer trip for the whole weekend
• in short - friends

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My only requirement is that you are respectful to others. Keep in mind that I plan to work on most of the days Monday-Friday (though I can take some days off if needed). Please say anything more than "hi" in the first message - I will reply to everyone for sure, but at least either introduce yourself or say what you are looking for.
If this post gets some attention (last time I got a few replies) then we can plan something as a group or even make it regular. If you DM me then maybe let me know if you'd prefer to hang out one on one or maybe go out together with other people.
Have a great day!

23F, I'm in my Masters and I live with my parents. I plan to move out soon because it's a typical desi family with a Man-child who's the patriarch of home. No man in my family earns, funnily enough(not even the man-child) but the women are just so braindead and psychologically conditioned to be stupid and never take control of their lives that they hand in all their autonomy on their husband's/brother's feet as they get home from office.
These women had been at the receiving end of domestic violence and I have been too. What really surprises me is that the woman who has the most capacity of them all never sticks out for the others, and that is my beloved piece sh** for a mother. Sorry, I'm a little angry.
I was sexually abused at a young age which continued till my teens by another man-child of the family (that incident) which my mother uses to victimize herself rather than feeling any empathy for me. My sexual abuse details are now her favorite chai-time conversation, it seems. There's a neighbor who visited our house today and my mom started narrating the details of my abuse to her and cry and say how she is targeted, she is suffering so much and I never respect her, I'm too stubborn.
There are so many layers to this dysfunctional garbage of a family that if I start talking about them, I'll not be able to stop, ever. I plan to move away from them, and minimize contact with my parents as much as possible. I won't be able to see family as any kind of support for the rest of my life, it's crazy how the idea of having a family/being settiilled is sold to people so that they can have a *secure* life. Nothing really guarantees safety/security except money in the bank. I know you'd say not even money guarantees security or shit but I'll say it does, and it's tangible. Money ensures good healthcare, nutrition, a roof on your head, and lot of other things.
I recently had a breakup with a man I was with for 5 years( amazing man but the circumstances turned out shit, I couldn't do anything to save it). I'm extremely tired of everything, I do not see myself getting in a relationship for next decade now, I feel unsafe in interpersonal space.
The career I have chosen gives me some sense of purpose so I'll be chasing that, and living on my own. I know the society will reject me and blah blah about how a woman can't exist without a family or a husband. But I feel drained and tired every time I hear the taunts about how I need to prepare for my marriage and learn to be more homely or something. Is there anyone who got out and living for themselves? How did it turn out for you? Are you proud of yourself? People would say it's selfish and individualistic or whatever, I feel like what's more selfish is not having the capacity to be a partneparent and still getting into that relationships or having that child. I wanna hear your perspective here people of india

This is a doozy. My grandpa promised before he died that this truck was going to be mine, but it seems like he let it sit too long or god knows what else happened to it. Short version it won't start.
First the security light came on, the truck would turn over, start and run, then die. Tried changing the lock cylinder, no good. Internet says this is a theft deterrent module (TDM). I pull the TDM and yes, the chip is burnt. I get a replacement but I have the same problem. There is a mechanic in town that we have used before and fixed a similar problem. He did some work but when he returned it ; 1 the brand new battery is running down, 2. All the dash lights come on, 3. Its running like its completely out of time, 4. It still dies.
At this point without knowing what he did I don't know what to do. Maybe he flashed the pcm and tore it up. The only thing I can think to do is find a donor truck and rip out all the computers. Thing is I can't find ANY two sources on google that agree on what computers I need for this truck. Some say it has a pellet key (wrong) some say it goes TDM to BCM to PCM, some places say my truck doesnt have a BCM.
I really just want to save my grandpas truck. He barely had anything when he died and his kids did their best to break or sell what he did have.

18+ only for these RP's please. I have a pretty down day so I'll be around for a long time today. Very much into tiny little fun-sized girls taking their first BWC or BBC
I tend to lean towards playing closer to my real age. (early 40's)
1 - First time doing porn : You ran away from home and moved to L.A to pursue your dreams of being a actress, only for it to never take off like so many other women. Eventually, broke and unable to get work you decide to go to a casting office for one of the big porn studios. They love you instantly and agree to use you in the next shoot. What you don't know is that the male lead they are basically feeding you to is known for breaking newcomers. Violent, rough and vicious are how people describe him in scenes.
2 - Celebrity Contest - You are a young starlet looking to get some more press. Your agent suggests that you run a contest for your fans with the reward being you. When the contract is drawn up you just sign it without reading it. Without realizing it you've now made yourself the winners slave who has to live with them for a full week, alternatively you willingly enter into a free-use situation with the contest winner. We can discuss what exactly the contest is, as well as anything else about the scene you'd like to alter. Please include the celeb of your choice
3 - The new live-in maid - You've taken a job for a very wealthy (and more attractive then you expected before the interview) single man on the outskirts of town. I enjoy this one both ways. Either it starts with a uniform sluttier then you would of liked and slowly progresses to me getting more and more aggressive. Or you decide to get the slutty outfit and pursue me aggressively.
4 - The Club - You decided to go out with your friends, all dressed as slutty as possible. They all pair off with a guy at the club fairly quickly but you head to the dance floor alone. You feel a very large man come up behind you and encircle your waist with his hands and begin dancing with you, grinding against your back. This one can go many ways, either I'm super aggressive, or I put something in your drink. Alternatively you are just a cock hungry little slut out to have some fun and its my lucky night. (A favorite of mine right now)
5 - Girl Next Door - You've lived next door to me all your life, that older single guy that seems to have all the toys and the party life style. When you got older and your parents retired and spend most of their time away, you still lived at home and spent most of your time out sun bathing. We speak often as my hot tub is near our shared fence. It was innocent when you were younger, now its flirty and I'm obviously checking out your body whenever you're in a bikini. One night you're bored and lonely and see me out in the hot tub listening to music and drinking beer from a cooler and decide to come down and ask to join me. Alternatively you could be the slutty girl next door and come over with the exact purpose of seducing me into some rough play. (This is one of my favorite ideas right now)
6 - Blackmail - You are a minor or major celebrity with a secret, it could be a sex tape or any number of other things. But someone has it now, and all you know is you are ordered to show up to a hotel room at 8pm tonight.
7 - The Party - You went to a party at some ones house you didn't know, of course between the joints and the booze being passed around it isn't long until you're completely trashed. Eventually one of the guys at the party takes you upstairs to "lay down", we all know what happens from that point. This can either be non-con, dub-con or could be that drunk you is slutty as hell
8 - Mind Control - My character has developed a app that will make people who use it completely open to suggestion from him. You could be a regular woman or a celebrity who he tricks into downloading the app, making you his own little slave.
9 - Pornstars stalker - Simple enough, pick a porn star and I'll play her stalker that eventually gets his hands on her to use like a toy. Or combine with some other prompts.
10 - Best friends girl- Your best friend has the most amazing piece of ass for a girlfriend. However one night she's hanging out, drunk and lets it slip that their sex life is less then impressive and goes on about how she just wants someone to rip her clothes off and use her.
11 - Down on your luck - You got kicked out of your house the day you turned 18. After years of not gaining any useful skills you find yourself living on the street. Until one day a man shows up offering to let you stay with him, no strings attached. Until the strings end up tied around your wrists.
12 - Need a ride - Maybe you're unable to find a taxi after coming out of the club, tipsy and alone. Maybe your hitchhiking or maybe your car broke down.
Either way I'm the first car that has stopped for you and you know what they say. Cash, grass or ass
13 - The Purge - Set to the theme of the movie, you're a hot little thing with no plan for surviving the night and decide to do what you always do. Try to get some big strong man to help you by flashing your tits and ass. Only he decides he wants to do a lot more then look.
14 - The Festival - I have several ideas surrounding this. Either spurred on by drugs or just the general atmosphere of the festival.
I don't want to go into too much detail here as I'd rather work it out with a prospective partner but it can go either very dark including non/dub-con or it could be that she is the one that comes hard for me, perhaps wants a RV to spend the festival with and views my needs as payment for it.
15 - Daughter's slutty friend - I'm looking for someone to play my daughter's slutty friend. Over the years you've gotten more and more flirty. Teasing me whenever you're over to our house or sleeping over on the weekend.
Few years pass and I get a divorce. You are staying over with my daughter and decide now's when you're going to make a run at me. Even packing something extra fun to wear when you sneak into my room later that night.
If choosing to go long term this can either be an affair or a long term sneaking around behind my daughter's back.
16- Obsessed with finding a BBC - I'm looking for a partner who wants to play a very petite woman who is absolutely obsessed with finding a BBC to see if she can take it.
Where you find me we can discuss, either a club, the gym or anywhere else you'd like. You come onto me and get me to take you home and I'm so excited to have such a tiny little thing to use I'm much rougher then you expected. Throwing you around like my own living fleshlight.
Today if you've read this far I'm really in the mood for a aggressive partner who comes for me for a change. If you want it to be a darker prompt perhaps she just wants to tease and I can't help myself once she gets me riled up.
Feel free to combine any of the above prompts if you'd like.
Only limits are bathroom play and animals. I am open to pretty much any kind of kink setup. Rough, Soft etc..
Please describe your character or include a reference picture. Please let me know what limits you have

CONTEXT:
I'm physically lean & not very strong. I tend to be "pushed around" easily and get manipulated & "bossed".
And that makes me bitter.
Being relatively high in agreeableness, I'm quite prone to assertive attitudes too from my peers & friends, too.
I'VE STARTED THIS:
Physically I've started my efforts for a long term sustainable positive change in body form, and I'm quite hopeful because of my discipline.
THE QUESTION:
The question I wanna ask after this context is regarding my capacity for AGRESSION.
See, dudes in my age gap get agressive generally easily when the need appears. And that is very useful in some cases— when you're supposed to be protecting somebody dear to you, especially if they are your female mates.
My problem is that I get scared quite easily, and stay away from fights. I lose my nerves when its the right time to stand your ground.
I'm quite a sarcastic, funny dude so that's what saves me.
I hate not being able to say fuck off at somebody's face if I need to (and actually fucking them off if its appropriate).
I fear even if I get physically bigger in the future, this psyche won't change.
That's a pathetic way to live life, and extremely unattractive especially to the girls my age.
I want to change it, help me out.
Suggest me practical tips on how to develop myself into a confident & bold man.

The main reason i started nofap was because I felt too lazy to workout after doing it.But these couple of days i workout and follow my plan but i still fap, i dont feel guilty about it because I workout. Should I feel guitly or not because I feel that when my college starts i won't have time and if i fap i won't feel like working out.

Disclaimer: Everyone has different ways of coping and handling problems. I just wanted to share how I handled my first (and only) experience so far in hopes that I may be able to help others for their path of healing.
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= CHAPTER 1: THE SITUATION ===
First of, when it happens you may feel either:
(A) Empathy for the ghoster because they may be going through something and you excuse their bullshit behavior or
(B) they were never really genuine with you and you just couldn't smell the bullshit the entire time, that it was all a game.. they may have even been a narcissist (covert or overt)
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Right now, the sudden cease of contact might cause you anxieties as you start to reminisce about the beginning, how it was all good, how kind they are, the high feelings you get from someone you like and actually likes you back (appreciates you, respects you, puts you on a pedestal, needs you, makes you feel important or validated, has discussed future plans with you) then suddenly vanished into thin air.
You might start blaming yourself if you did something wrong, ruminating over and over again what caused this behavior:

• You may have had an argument where you stood up for yourself and clearly stated healthy boundaries
• They may be going through something difficult right now in their life and they cannot deal with you at the moment
• They may have had another backup person all these times and when things didn't work out as they hoped with you (argument, conflict or boredom) they so readily give their attention to someone else

Whatever the reason, this is not how a healthy functioning adult treats another person. Do not excuse their childhood trauma, attachment styles or victim mentality as an excuse for this poor behavior. Many people have very shitty pasts and painful scars yet they do not treat other people like garbage or shit.
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= CHAPTER 2: THE GHOSTER ===
I am assuming you are reading this because you are finally at the stage of grieving where you are doing a ton of research to make sense of what happened to you.
I am going to use messages I have learned from dating coach Susan Winter (as she is my go-to YouTube channel dating coach expert and I am talking about my healing)
It might be good to watch these videos yourself:

• Ghosted by the person you are close to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=62hFcy_B1Fw
• Bailed out of the blue: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pS7d2RsFfz8
• Haunting: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmbCcCouWjo

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Here are some excerpts from the videos:
When we run into confused people, we end up confused. It's like we caught a cold when we are healthy. We had too much contact with them and they made us sick.
If you run into something that is completely illogical and you're thinking "If I could just figure out what they were thinking and feeling" Stop doing it because it is an absolute waste of energy. Chances are:

1. They didn't know what they were feeling
2. They still don't know what they're feeling

Trying to make sense of something that is illogical is ridiculous. You are not going to have the answer. There is no logical reason for illogical actions.
People are run by emotions, run by a default system that makes them run when their comfort level has been compromised. They are people that don't wanna deal with the present day and take responsibility.
Partnership is about consistency. They suddenly bailed because they couldn't do it and there's nothing you can do to fix that, it has to be something inside of them.
You weren't delusional, they were there. Not everyone has a skillset to be in a relationship. Accept they are what they are and go back to your business.
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= CHAPTER 3: THE RED FLAGS ===
Sometimes the person we are dating feels like someone so nice, caring, thoughtful, respectful, endearing, and . We tell our friends and family that they are someone we like and share our rose colored view of them that when we do sometimes see red flags about them, we often try not to look into it too much.
Here are some red flags I may have ignored in the beginning but when I look back, are really actually red flags:

• Telling me they dated a lot of people and no one really stayed long with them
  • In my case, the ghoster even went as far as saying they dated over 100 people and that people see them as "just for fun" so he/she just went along for the ride and treated them "just for fun" too
• Many of the people they dated are obsessed about them
  • This is probably a sign that they did not properly end things with them too
  • My ghoster would tell me stories how obsessed people would go inside his/her house, call non stop, how "can't seem to move on"
  • I am not 100% sure, but I think I sensed my ghoster having a high from talking about their past about people obsessed with them (this could be a sign they may actually be a narcissistic, overt or covert)
    • Overt is the grandiose type of narcissist that is more obvious
    • Covert is very hard to spot. They usually like to play victim, introvertish
    • It is hard to just label someone a narcissist quickly, but I would advise maybe looking up Dr. Ramani on this field as she is the narcissist expert, and most people that ghost tend to be narcissist
• May seem very caring and appreciative but sometimes you can notice subtlety how they don't care about what you are discussing, interrupts a lot when you talk, self absorbed (you feel your energy draining to their needs), likes to play victim in arguments, calls you "you're too sensitive" because they don't want to deal with your emotions
• They ridicule some of their exes, family or co-workers
  • My experience would ask me to look at his/her co-workers how they look like gay people or they have big boobs
  • How their exes were bad in bed or crying like stupid or look stupid when sick
• They have some sort of addiction (casino gambling or weeds)

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= CHAPTER 4: THE HEALING ===
Take time to go through the 5 stages of grieving. Re-read this again if it helps. I would recommend you download the Breakup Triage audible book by Susan Winter as it helps with moving on. It is inexpensive and only 30 minutes straight talk. It will even help you find closure of your own if you don't have any yet. (Please please please do this, as I did not discuss here the steps she put in there)
At this point, you are at the stage you are probably obsessing about researching about ghosters or narcissism on your free time. Please do research until you find an answer, but when you have searched all you can, read all you can and you feel like you know all you can, I hope you can take a breather and stop. Focusing on the ghoster is not going to heal you.
You need to start looking within, question to ask yourself is:

• Why were you attracted to that person?
• What was missing in your life that make you obsessed about that person?
• Why did you give so much of yourself to a broken individual?
• What can you fix inside of your inner broken child so that it won't happen again?
• Do you have a hero/savior complex? Perhaps you are a giver?
• Did you become co-dependent on them? If so, why?

As you can see, losing yourself sometimes is good for growth. The ghoster may not have been a good motivator, but it helps us understand ourselves and the things we may be seeking or missing in ourselves.
Lastly, when you are at the point only that you are no longer obsessed with the ghoster and are focused on wanting to heal, talk to your friends about past loves you used to also have those good feelings for.. Tell them the story from the beginning until the end (please make sure to actually do this exercise to trigger your memory and emotions). You will realize that world is vast and there are many other people who will make you feel the same way but actually are healthy and mature.
All these time you were focused on riding an impossible jampacked bus on your journey to life, that you didn't notice there was another better bus on the other side.
I hope how my journey of healing helped you on your healing as well. Please don't rush to heal.

So I came into the medical program in January. Had only experienced BM marijuana, and was really excited to get into the medical program as a smoker of 10+ yrs. Finally we will know what strains were smoking, dates packaged, THC % etc AWESOME.
Well until it's not. You buy an eighth and it's garbage. This was ultra surprising to me as i was expecting incredible quality at high prices like this. Realized very quickly that u can get burned by buying on discount. Ok so maybe old bud is the issue. Well not always, I've boughten batches packed within the last month or two that haven't had much effect. So then I realized there's not too much bud over 25% THC maybe that's where the good stuff starts. This was a little more true as it pushed me to try some great strains and realize what brands are able to produce high quality eighths. Still never found any bud comparable to the old stuff I got off the streets!
So I've randomly kindve found good bud when It comes up. I'd say out of the dozens I've tried the only ones worth my time smoking have been:
Animal face - rythm/goodgreen Georgia runtz - float by good blend Grape essense - float Gummies - strane
Legit i haven't had any other bud give me a buzz. I know I have a tolerance but beyond that I have very high standards. So with these high standards I decided to go in depth and mention all the Things I look for to find quality bud:
Smell - It cannot smell like grass/hay it needs to have some sort of darkness to the smell or it'll be trash
Break down - this is a huge early taletell factor for me. How many times I've bought product that turns into dust when you try and grind. I'm a paper smoker and the right consistency when breaking down is key. Looking for a moonsand like texture. Small particules but still moderately sticky that they all stay together. Iykyk
The burn - the most important aspect of the bud. How does it burn. This is where 90% of bud disappoints me. A properly rolled joint is the true test for any bud. Taste should be strong enough to know what you're smoking, not of grass or dirt or ashes. There should be a tickle in the back of the throat. A ton of bud misses the mark in this. It's a particular tickle one of THC and not of shit quality. You will know when your coughing because it's garbage or because of the THC content. Feels like a concentrate hit. The joint should not run if you aren't chiefing on it. It if runs, the bud is overly dry or you rolled really poorly. It should burn at a steady pace. So many times I roll up, only to start smoking and have a 1 inch cherry! If this happens your hits will be very hot and not very concentrated and you will have a horrible smoking experience.
The after effect - how do I feel after. Am I noticably high? I tend to base the strength of bud on the body buzz. Maybe not the best indicator but my mind I feel is so tolerated to being medicated that I don't really notice a mental change unless it's a concentrate hit. For me herb gives a whole body buzz. A warmth. This should last for atleast 30 mins or it isn't great bud. Sometimes I'm happy until I'm done smoking to realize the effects have worn off so fast.
So we have gone through all the factors that make UP a quality bud, what about the proper research beforehand?
Research. We all do it or we wouldn't be here on Reddit. Flowerleed is king for finding the best price/availability when you find the flower you're looking for.... But how do find what flower is the best?
I've came to the conclusion that these three filters are the best for discerning the best weed.

1. Brand - I think this is #1. What brand are you buying? Be aware of the subbrands. There is a subreddit here with the list. Cresco - good green - &shine. Know who owns which brands and what brands are known for doing best. Some may be best for concentrates but horrible for flower.
   
2. Strain - this was one I hugely overlooked and I blame the black market or the past for this personally. I never bought into "sativa or indica" because I always knew there was almost no way to tell, especially for the basic drug dealer. So when he tells me to I got that alien star mints fire extreme, I don't give a care because I know it's some made-up BS. Well it's different now. We know the exact genetics everytime. This can allow u to ultimately find what you're looking for, even though you won't know until u experiment. This is a good point to note that keeping a log of what strains you have tried, and giving them a rating can be very helpful as it's easy to confuse or mix up previous strains you've tried. Search reddit for the exact strain your looking into and see others opinion on it and the effects they experienced.
   
3. Freshness - my third but huge factor. When was it packaged? A question you should ALWAYS ask before purchasing. They will always share the pack date and trust me anything beyond 3 months will kill the bud. I still have a bad taste in my mouth from my one experience with prime wellness. Got their blueberry OG and it was 5 months out and dry as a bone. Turned into dust with little effect. Whereas I'm pretty sure I've bought strane garlic butter at 19% and it was so fresh it had way greater effects and smell/taste then prime. Another point into freshness I'd like to mention is how new did this strain release? This is something I'm finding now, that once you scour and learn the full market it will be apparent when new drops occur. Really annoyed that rise and other dispos don't allow you to filter by newest for their product. Reddit new posts are your best source for this. Check daily, see what people are posting about. I will only go out of my way for a bud when I see 2+ raving reviews about the exact strain from a recent time period. That way I know it's a new drop, it's good, and it will be gone before I know it.
   

So in conclusion, none of the 3 factors above are greater then the others but if you are missing just ONE, you will not have fantastic bud in your hands. Can't be a prime wellness African Thai but be packed 8 months ago. Cant be fresh and your favorite strain but made by organic remedies... Can't be your favorite brand and fresh but it's a low % strain designed with higher CBD inclusion. If found almost like a gambler that when two of these conditions are met it's very easy to hope the third will be when you know deep down it won't be. I cannot stand buyers regret and this market has driven me crazy with it.
I'd love to hear any other contributions to this, or criticism. This is what I have found over the past 3 months and I've seen similar frustrations out there. Hoping to save some money for people who are on the fence about a purchase.

2018 Ford Escape Ti, 117k miles, 2L eco.
So this has been going on for a while and I'm not sure what to do next. I have a variety of small issues that I don't know if they are connected are not. They include:

1. The engine auto stop hasn't actually stopped the engine in a very long time. I know there's some sort of voodoo that it figures out before it will stop the engine, but in places where it used to stop, it no longer does.
2. Remote start, either from the app or from the fob, is hit-or-miss. Sometimes it will work, sometimes the lights will flash a couple times, it will turn over once, then stop.
3. The car sometimes dings when I get inside, sometimes it doesn't.
4. The Sync3 system will not update.
5. Sometimes the seats will not move to where they are supposed to when I get into the Escape. When I hit the button it works so I'm not sure this is an actual problem?

I have replaced the batteries in the fobs. I took the Escape to a parts store and they checked the battery and said it was fine. I'm not sure how to proceed. Any suggestions?