Hanging wreath on glass storm door

As the night settled in, casting its eerie shadows across the room, a sense of unease gripped me. It was the kind of night that seemed pregnant with secrets, where every creak and whisper held a sinister undertone. I sat alone in my dimly lit study, surrounded by stacks of books and the faint scent of musty pages, contemplating the stories I had heard—the tales of horror and the supernatural that had haunted the very fabric of my being. Little did I know that on this particular night, I would become a protagonist in a story that defied explanation.
It began innocently enough, with a peculiar dream that invaded my slumber. In this dream, I found myself wandering through a desolate forest, a thick mist obscuring my vision. The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant howl of a lone wolf. As I walked deeper into the woods, an unsettling feeling washed over me—a sensation of being watched, of unseen eyes peering into my soul. It was a presence I could not shake, even as I awakened in my bed, drenched in a cold sweat.
Shaken but determined to dismiss it as a mere figment of my imagination, I rose from my bed and made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. The floorboards creaked under my weight, adding an unnerving soundtrack to the darkened house. As I reached the kitchen, I froze, my hand poised above the faucet. There, in the dim glow of moonlight filtering through the window, I saw it—a figure standing in the corner, shrouded in darkness.
My heart raced as I fumbled for the light switch, illuminating the room. But as the warm light flooded the space, the figure vanished, leaving nothing but an eerie echo in the air. The encounter left me unnerved, questioning my own sanity. Had my mind conjured this apparition, or was something more sinister at play?
Days turned into nights, and with each passing moment, the supernatural occurrences intensified. Objects inexplicably moved from their resting places, whispers echoed through empty hallways, and the temperature plummeted in certain areas of the house, despite the absence of drafts. My nights became sleepless, fraught with a sense of impending doom that no amount of logical reasoning could dispel.
Seeking answers, I delved deep into research, poring over books that chronicled the occult, searching for clues to the malevolent force that had invaded my life. The more I learned, the more I realized that I was not alone in my plight. Countless tales from across the ages told of similar hauntings, of unseen forces that fed on fear and misery, tormenting their victims until their very souls withered away.
In my quest for understanding, I reached out to paranormal experts, hoping they could shed light on my torment. They arrived armed with equipment, their faces etched with skepticism and curiosity. As we ventured through the labyrinthine corridors of my haunted home, their devices flickered and beeped, detecting unusual energy fluctuations that defied scientific explanation. Yet, their presence seemed to stoke the ire of the supernatural entity that plagued me, as if it resented our intrusion into its domain.
Night after night, I confronted the malevolent force, engaging in a psychological battle that wore away at my sanity. Sleep eluded me as the entity whispered its macabre promises, each word dripping with malice. I saw shadows dance along the walls, contorted figures lurking just beyond the periphery of my vision, and heard disembodied voices urging me to surrender to the darkness. It was a relentless assault on my psyche, eroding the barriers between reality and nightmare.
But even in the depths of despair, a flicker of determination burned within
me. I refused to succumb to the clutches of this otherworldly evil. Armed with ancient rituals and incantations, I sought to banish the entity back to the abyss from which it had emerged.
The night of the final confrontation arrived, a storm raging outside my home, mirroring the turmoil within. Armed with salt, sage, and my unwavering will, I ventured into the heart of the darkness that plagued me. Chanting the ancient words, I confronted the malevolent force head-on, challenging its dominance over my life.
An indescribable battle ensued—a battle of wills and of faith. With each incantation, the air crackled with energy, and the walls trembled with fury. I could feel the entity's desperation, its grip on reality slipping as my resolve strengthened. And then, in one climactic moment, the room exploded with blinding light, banishing the darkness that had haunted me for so long.
As the light faded, I stood alone, the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders. The house, once a den of horrors, now basked in tranquility. The entity, defeated, had retreated to the realm from which it came, leaving me scarred but victorious.
That night, I slept soundly for the first time in months, knowing that I had conquered the unexplainable. But in the darkest corners of my mind, I wondered if my victory was truly complete, or if another horror awaited its turn to grip my soul. Only time would tell.

Peace and love to you all, but there is a "how to get subs? post at least once a day here and it's a little frustrating when these posts always have great advice in the comments which no one seems to read. So here's a quick crash course.
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How to Get Followers? First of all — let people see your page. Having your page permissions be "following AND subscribed" means no one will get to see a preview of your content, page, or personality before subscribing, and no one will want to follow because they won't get to see anything, either. You are a consumer, just as people who buy porn — just put yourself in their shoes. You buy things all the time. With movies, you get to see trailers. With groceries, you know exactly what you're looking for and what you need, just like guys looking for certain fetishes. I don't know how many people remember when Emma Chamberlain had a clothing line where all the clothes were blurred and no one could see them before purchasing, but that's exactly what it's like when you expect paying subscribers but offer them no type of preview.
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Fansly's FYP
Fansly is incredibly unique in that it has internal traffic and an explore page that promotes small and big creators very fairly. Obviously, people who post more are going to show up more on the FYP, and people who post only 10 times a month are going to struggle. Utilize the FYP by giving yourself more of a chance of popping up on it. Fansly just recently implemented a 100 or 200 limit on how many posts can be queued at once to give everyone an EVEN MORE fair chance of getting on the FYP. So post a lot, and post lots of previews. it can even be a reminder to your followers that your tiers have access to exclusive content by locking photos, and having previews.
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General Page Advice
Just like I mentioned above, followers need a preview of you and your content. They won't spend money if they don't know if they're even attracted to you, if you have good quality content, how often you post, etc. More reasons to have an open page with lots of previews.
Your bio needs to be personalized to you, you need to give a snippet of what they can expect on your page, and you need to put a little personality in it. DO NOT put a copyright disclaimer in your bios — they're long, they immediately pull a follower out of the sexy fantasy you've built, and men don't care! If they want to steal content, they will. The disclaimer is clunky and pointless.
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Tier Advice
I see lots of people with tiers named things like "boyfriend," "husband," "sugar daddy," etc. I strongly suggest not doing this. Aside from price and clicking on the tiers to read the benefits, there's no way for a sub to immediately tell which tier is the best, because there is no natural progression. Some would argue that boyfriends get more action than husbands, some would argue the other way. We want to make things QUICK to understand! I suggest names like "bronze," "silver," "diamond," or some other tier progression like that as it's easy for EVERYONE, in every country, to understand which would have more content. I keep mine simple with "diamond - less ppv" and "vip - no ppv." This has worked well for me and there's never confusion as to what tier is better.
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BRANDING!!!!!!
For the love of god please stop naming yourselves something similar to celebrities. I've seen "bhad bharbie," "Lia Khalifa," etc. STOP! You are creating YOUR OWN brand — do not bite off other people's. You also want to be easily google-able. If someone loses access to their account and they want to find you, they're gonna find more interesting and more established people than you when trying to do so, eventually forgetting you. Same thing goes to generic names with a bunch of numbers. That's not a brand, that's a "i need a nickname quick" which doesn't exactly convey that you'll provide quality content on a consistent basis.
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Content Quality
Snapchat filters are fine. In fact, my phone selfies taken on snap get me 80% of my followers; I now keep my 4K/HD camera content to videos and dick rates. The problem with snapchat, though, is when you use the filters that are covered in words, glasses, glitter, and the like. It's ugly, quite frankly. There is so much content out there in the world that a man is likely going to choose another model with the same body type as you doing the same content if they simply film from their back camera. There is certainly a way to convey that you make amateur content (which is a huge market that people seek out, not everyone wants studio/overly produced content) without making it look garbage. Quick tips: natural lighting, make sure your ring light/main light source is at the same angle/height as your camera/phone so there are no shadows, tidy up your background, play with angles, clean your feet, wipe the toilet paper off your coochie.
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NICHES!
Everyone says to find your niche. Whether it be domming, goth, girl next door, MILF, whatever — find it. But, a niche doesn't have to be about what content you make. It can simply be the way you interact with subs, and the type of experience they will have with you. I don't have a certain niche when it comes to content aside from being a BBW that makes detailed videos with a plot — I'm a laid back girlfriend that likes to swap music recs, memes, jokes, and literally being just a normal person. When I make videos, I take pride in writing well thought out scripts that even map out camera angles, lighting swaps, etc. I'm obviously not going to detail the specificities of how I interact, but I don't take myself too seriously and have extremely kind and loyal subs going on 9+ years. Being kind will go a lot further than trying to monetize every single interaction you have, btw. But that's a whole other topic that everyone and their mama has an opinion about. I won't say more about it than that. BUT — since my "niche" is reliant upon experience vs content, it means I can make whatever the hell I want without worrying if my followers aren't gonna like it.
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CONTENT IDEAS
With peace and love — I have no idea how you're all getting stuck with ideas. There's so much porn, inspo, categories, etc. Hell, you have a great opportunity to boost engagement and SALES by asking your subs directly what they want to see. If you're making foot fetish content for a page full of people that prefer blowjob content, you're not gonna make much. Do polls. Polls are your best friend. If you don't want to do that, go to PornHub and ManyVids and see which categories are trending, and which ones have been recently sold. There is so so so much you can do.
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RESEARCH and PROMOTE!
90% of this job is promoting. You should ALWAYS be diversifying content and never be too reliant on one certain site, whether it be a monetized site like OF, or a promotion site like Twitter. I spend A LOT of my time researching. I research script ideas, photoset poses, what new tactics are being used to make people buy things in the regular world, I have cheat sheets for all sorts of fetishes like CEI and gooning, I'm always revamping my flyers and pages to make sure it's easy to understand, etc. Research psychological tricks businesses use to trick people into buying things, and use that in your business.
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I can go on and on and on about tips and tricks but this is more than enough help for now. Some things, you have to learn on your own. Some things you won't learn or realize until you're longer than a year into this job, and you're going to be CONSTANTLY learning. I'm still learning almost a decade into this! But you gotta do some work yourself to get there. "i'm two weeks in please help!" You haven't even given your page a chance yet.
ANYWAY. I hope this helps. And i really really really hope these vague "please help" posts stop — here you go. Here is the help. Maybe comments will help more. GOOD LUCK 🥳❤️

I live in the middle of a suburban city. The person who lives on a property near to me has been running a generator non-stop 24/7 for the last 2 weeks. It looks like it's a Goplus 1200W Gasoline Generator. It's sitting in their back yard with a cord running from the generator into their house, and, like I said, it's been running non-stop for 2 weeks.
I'm debating whether I should knock on their door and politely ask them about it, or if I should just call the city and file a complaint of some sort. I was hoping Reddit could give me some suggestions as to why someone in the middle of a city that has not experienced any recent storms that could have cause power outages might be running a generator non-stop for an extended period of time.
Outside of being disruptive, it seems weird to me, but maybe it's more normal than I think?

I really, really like this game. That fact has lead to a very, very frustrating experience.I play online with my partner, two Xboxes. The Main Campaign went fine, lot of fun, really scratched my DnD itch. Couple of bugs, but nothing game-breaking.
The Lost Valley was unplayable, huge disappointment; progress once we reached the swamp has hampered by regular, frequent crashes. The kind that would be impossible to miss with even the most cursory of quality testing.
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Palace of ice was going really well, right up until a game-breaking bug. No matter how far back in saves I went, how I tried to load it, I could not get the square-key to load or progress past the experimental gate. Had the instructions, but the shelf they were on, which was also supposed to have the key according to every walkthrough I could find, nope, no key. No one else seemed to have encountered that, so I figured it was a one time thing.
My 2nd try save was literally arrival at the Teleda Ruins or whatever they were called. Now the patch. Can't load the ruins. Game hangs on the loading screen 10+ minutes, goes nowhere. Can't load it in single player, can't load it in multiplayer, can't go back to the encounters on the road and load it by traveling again, even though those saves load fine, nope. Cannot progress any further.
To say nothing of the reduced-to-4 hairstyles and the headless dragonborn that also resulted. Annoying, but whatever, could have lived with that, but I'm at three attempts to play since Main Campaign, which doesn't have a ton of replay value in my opinion, and each one has left me putting down my controller in frustration and disappointment.
I want to love this game. It's really good. But for that to actually happen, it has to work. I'm at 1/4 after sinking a not-inconsiderable amount of money into playing, and at this point I'm inclined to ask for my money back. The things they've sold me don't work, they just don't, and I'm honestly a little fed up.
My partner and I seldom find games that we both can really get into and play together. How did this patch get out the door? Did anyone try it before went live? That seems like an absurd question, but I honestly don't see how this could possibly have launched as is if anyone, anyone at all, even the fucking janitor had taken a look at it.
I'm disappointed and angry. I'm not a wealthy guy, 120-ish dollars is a fair chunk of change to me, and I gave them the benefit of the doubt after the last DLC was a total write-off, it's useless to me, there's no fun to be had there, thought maybe some lessons had been learned. Not so much, and as a result I honestly feel ripped off and taken advantage of.
I don't think these guys are going to get any more of my money. If they every release a sequel, there's no chance whatsoever I buy that until it goes on sale, and even then, I'm going to take a good, long look at the forums and feedback before I commit.
Here's hoping they're quick to address the problems. I'd love to hear some of this actually got addressed, I'd jump back in in a heartbeat if I thought it was actually going to work, like, at all.

I've got 2 children, a son(10) and daughter(2)
My son transferred from a nearby french immersion school to a nearby standard school at the beginning of the school year. To make sure he was safe and arriving without issue, and save some money from the before and after school program, we "hired" an older boy(13, I think?) who lives 2 doors down to help him arrive to school, and watch him till I get home(typically within 15 minutes to half hour of their arrival)
This isn't about that boy, which my son genuinely seems to like.
This boy, however, has several siblings- one of them, a young girl at around 8 or 9, is clearly a bully, and she hangs around either other siblings or other bully-like kids(I honestly don't know how many kids live in that house)
I'm not sure what, if anything, is happening on the trips to and from school. My son has never complained about that. My issue is these kids are always outside, and always bothering my son when he's out. And my Toddler LOVES going outside,and he enjoys playing with his little sister. It's be a shame to not go out and enjoy this weather
We have a small parkette backed up to our backyard, over a chain link fence, and they're often there. If we go in our backyard, they're bothering us. If we go to the parkette, they're bothering us. They take toys my son brought to the park and play keep away and other nonsense, and I'm not sure what my role should be in this situation. Should I be breaking it up? Should I be keeping him from bringing balls and bikes to the parkette? My focus is typically on my Toddler, so I appreciate him having kids his age to be around.....but this is nonsense.....
My son has been diagnosed with ASD, with communication being identified as a part of that, and he doesn't seem to have any neighborhood friends beyond these kids....so im further conflicted.....do I intervene, sacrificing his most social experiences because they're dicks? Or is having to put up with shitty kids in your neighborhood just part of life and important to learn about?
Let kids be kids or protect my son from an asshole kid?

Yep literally.
I came out to my dad as trans, and asked him to tell her. She gave me the silent treatment for a few days before raging out.
Well, apparently, I wanted her to have a heart attack and die and it was all premeditated.
Sorry motha if your own birthing is killing you by just existing :/
Bonus: A few days later, she looked at my outfit and said "if you continue dressing up like that, you will end up an orphan" and proceeded to take away my crystals away and hanging virgin Mary or sum on my door?

Hi
How are you?
You know how you want to be bowled over and think, whoa, I think I've found my exact match who just fits me so well, it's like we're made for each other?
Yeah, let's find out.
We're not talking perfection or anything, just a really great match that makes our lives seem like our own little Heaven on earth. At least we try and make it that way every day.
With that in mind, here's who I am and what I'm looking for.

• I'm attractive and keep in shape. I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but most women have described me as attractive, some have said handsome, more than a few have said hot. I'll take it. And some not so much. They probably needed glasses ;)
  
• I'm confident and assertive without being an a-hole or a d-bag.
  
• I work hard and smart. I don't like to waste time. Unless it's intentional in a sit on the porch and enjoy the evening air kinda "wasting" time.
  
• I believe a man should provide. Am I going to shower you with gifts and you be my little sugar baby? NO. Will I work and provide while you stay home if that's your dream (as long as staying home involves you working and doing your part)? Yes. If you want a career, will I work with that and we split household duties? Yes. Will I surprise you on occasion with a thoughtful gift or something I think you'll cherish? I will. But if you're looking for a life of luxury and a meal ticket, I'm not your man.
  
• I'm funny and witty and have a great sense of humor. I should do stand up. I have my moments and I'm fairly certain you and I will share many belly laughs and tears streaming down our faces moments. Or seeing that cute little smile cross your face because I blurted out something you found funny, witty, endearing or even a little crazy in a good way. I'm cool like that.
  
• I'm a Christian and my faith is important to me.
  
• I'm a good blend of thoughtful and considerate but won't put up with your crap and will put you in your place.
  
• I'm on the dominant side and will lead you well. Not the overbearing, you be my doormat and I'll degrade you as I wipe my feet on you. I mean, I could be, but I'm not sure how well you'll keep my feet clean. We seem to have names and titles for everything. Hard dom, soft dom, this or that. I'm just dominant. In the best way.
  
• I'm right wing. Conservative. A little populist. Traditional. Old school. However you want to say it.
  

Here's what I want in you:

• You're fit and attractive. Not in a if I squint my eyes and the sun hits you just right you look kinda ok, but cute! Attractive. Hot. I find your face and body appealing. I mean, give me something to work with. I do like a woman with a flat or toned stomach. I could love you to no end and be committed like no other, but I can't get it up for a chubby or fat girl. Sorry. We all have our things. Please be committed to keeping the best body you can and staying in shape. Whether that's healthy(ier) eating, working out, whatever it takes. Just don't let yourself go and be a woman who loves looking good for her man!
  
• You're naturally obedient. Or submissive if you prefer that term. You're a woman who when your man makes a decision, you support and obey it. You treat your man's word as law.
  

Now, a quick note: I like a woman who shares her ideas and opinions and sees if something holds water when I say what I want done. Not in a sarcastic tone or questioning way, but tactfully and politely. If there's something you wrestle with, let me know. Ask if I've considered this or that, or give me a different perspective to consider. Or just as good, offer an alternative. Say I want to obey you and I will, but would be ok if I... (fill in the blank with your alternative idea) to try and get that same result for you?
Something like that. And if you're the quiet type and just want to obey without much input, I can work with that.

• You're a Christian and/or very open to learning and following what God says in the Bible. It'll be our guide, our road map for living our lives.
  
• You are very, very pro-sex. You can be a virgin or very experienced. If the former, you have no hang ups about sex because I won't be in a dead bedroom. Hopefully you have a very high sexual drive. That's relative, as what's "high" to one person may not be to another, but you're committed to meeting your man's needs.
  

Note: Be willing to talk about sex and answer any number of questions. Ask any you have. Sex is essential in a great marriage, and we need to know if we're compatible with our desires and preferences and what we expect or are looking for. If you're less experienced or a virgin, no worries. There are still things to talk about.

• You're looking for a serious and long term relationship. Marriage, eventually. Because I am.
  
• You're on the conservative side politically. Great relationships can be had with each other on opposite sides, but it does make it harder and more work.
  
• You love to please and cater to your man. It makes you feel good to serve and help and find ways to do things that makes your man's life better in every way.
  

This is getting long and you're not reading fast enough.
You should already be thinking of what you're going to say to me and stand out from the other women.
Hints: I love honesty. It's essential to me. I love longer replies (not just the first ones, but any). Not every one has to be some mini-novel but you get what I'm saying. I love details. I mean, I don't need the "I had this sandwich at 12:32 and it didn't sit well with me, and my boss has this habit where he walks the hall and I keep my door partially open so..."
More like you just fill me in who you are, what you believe, what you like or love, what you want in relationships, anything. "I love swimming, I try to go 2-3 times a week and mountain biking is almost my thing. I went on this trail the other day and it was..."
Or "OMG you described me to a T. You mentioned being obedient and loving to serve my man and I'm like, hey, if he only knew! I'm throwing up a hand here and making my way to the front of the line so you notice me because (fill in the blank with things you love to do)
OR the super honest route:
"You know what, there are prettier girls (I'm doing ok in that area, though ;) and I don't have all of what you're looking for but I do have (list the things you have) and most would probably win if you compared us in some of the things you listed, but I can say that no one will outwork me, no other woman will be as committed to you, or do her best to make your life better in whatever way I can, or love you like crazy (we'll get there) or not let myself go and try and look good. Those things I can control. So if you're looking for an "average" girl but who can offer extraordinary in some ways, and treat you like a king, you may want to write me back. We could have the best relationship!"
You get the idea.
I work odd hours sometimes.
So if you write me (and you should), don't disappear if you don't hear from me right away, or even in a few hours. I will find you. I will write and we'll begin our first chapter in what is hopefully, a wonderful romance that fills us with joy, love, happiness and a peace because we've found that right match for us.
Message or chat. Hit that button and tell me about you. Age and location and anything you want to share. Be willing to trade pics very soon.

In Tree of Savior, the Archer is an exceptional class renowned for their mastery of long-range attacks and versatility with various weapons. Armed with a bow, crossbow, musket, and more, the Archer excels at dealing damage from a safe distance. Their expertise in wielding multiple weapons grants them unparalleled adaptability on the battlefield, allowing them to switch between different tools according to the situation at hand. What makes the Archer particularly formidable is their elusiveness and agility. They possess remarkable speed and mobility, making it challenging for opponents to catch them. Their swift movements combined with lightning-fast attacks make the Archer a force to be reckoned with, ensuring that their foes are kept on their toes at all times.
Players can obtain a total of 15 extra skill points from the Magic Association NPC in Klaipeda City (located in the north area before the staircase) between levels 440 and 490.

Please note that the investment of these extra skill points is optional for specific classes. Players will have to optimize their skill builds based on their class combinations. Each player will have a different skill build and playstyle. Thank you.

Base Class

Type	Skills Builds
All Weapons	5 Swift Step, 5 Concentration, 1 Leap, and 4 Twin Arrow

Advance Classes

Class	Skills Build	15 Extra Skill Points (Optional)
Hunter	5 Praise, 5 Growling, 10 Howling, 4 Bleeding Pierce, 10 Udang-tang-tang!, Attack!, 1 Comeback!	+6 Bleeding Pierce and +9 Bolas
Quarrel Shooter	15 Scatter Caltrops, 15 Rapid Fire, 10 Running Shot, 5 Block and Shoot	+15 Stone Shot
Ranger	9 Barrage, 10 Double Take, 5 Full Throttle, 15 Scan, 1 Strafe, 5 Blazing Arrow	+6 Barrage and +9 STrafe
Sapper	15 Claymore, 14 Punji Stake, 1 Detonate Traps, 10 Broom Trap, and 5 Spike Shooter	+1 Punji Stake and +10 Leghold Trap
Wugushi	8 Wugong Gu, 15 Poison Pot, 10 Golden Frog, 5 Zhendu, 1 Latent Venom, 1 Wide Miasma, 5 Crescendo Bane	+7 Wugong Wu and +8 Latent Venom
Fletcher	15 Bodkin Point, 1 Barbed Arrow, 9 Crossfire, 10 Divine Machine Arrow, 5 Fletcher Arrow Shot, 5 Catena Chain Arrow	+14 Barbed Arrow and +1 Crossfire
Pied Piper	1 Dissonanz, 15 Wiegenlied, 12 Hypontische Floete, 1 Friedenslied, 10 Marschierendeslied, 5 Lied des Weltbaum, and 1 Stegreifspiel	+15 Hameln Nagetier
Appraiser	5 Devaluation, 15 Expose Weakness, 15 Huge Magnifier, 5 High Scale Magnifying Glass, 5 Triple Lense	+5 Devaluation
Falconer	1 Roast, 2 Circling, 15 Pheasant, 1 Hanging Shot, 10 Sonic Strike, 10 Aiming, 1 Pre-Emptive Strike, 5 Tomahawk	N/A
Cannoneer	15 Cannon Shot, 10 Cannon Blast, 5 Cannon Barrage, 5 Smoke Grenade, 5 Bazooka, and 5 Sweeping Cannon	+10 Cannon Barrage
Musketeer	15 Covering Fire, 5 Snipe, 4 Penetration Shot, 10 Volleyfire, 1 Prime and Load, and 10 GRooving Muzzle	+11 Penetration Shot
Mergen	15 Spread Shot, 10 Targeted Arrow, 5 Triple Arrow, 10 Arrow Sprinkle, and 5 Zenith	+15 Down Fall
Matross	5 Fire and Run, 15 Explosion, 10 Crouching Strike, 10 Roar, and 5 Artillery Call	+10 Fire and Run
Tiger Hunter	15 Piercing Shot, 5 Tracking, 15 Rapid Shot, 5 Tiger Hunting, and 5 Ambush	N/A
Arbalester	10 Dark Judgement, 4 Guided Shot, 15 Fanwise Shots, 1 Escape, 10 Dead Zone, and 5 Shining Burst	+11 Guided Shot and +4 Escape
Arquebuiser	15 Linaer Shooting, 10 Arquebus Barrage, +15 Dusty Salute, and 5 Precision Fire	+5 Prediction and +10 Desperate Defense
Hwarang	5 Pyeonjeon, 15 Black Horn Bow, 15 White Horn Bow, 5 Outbrave, and 5 Dancing Arrow	+10 Brotherhood

Level 460 Equipment (Vasilisa)

Type	Weapon	Armor	Accessories	Ark	Weapon (Random Ichor)	Armor (Random Ichor)	Set Effect (460)
Physical	Crossbow + Dagger	Leather Armor	Pyktis	Divine Retribution	STR / CON / Critical Rate / Accuracy	STR / CON / Critical Rate / Medium Offset	Balinta
Physical	Two-handed Bow + Trinket	Leather Armor	Pyktis	Divine Retribution	STR / CON / Critical Rate / Accuracy	STR / CON / Critical Rate / Medium Offset	Balinta
Physical	Cannon + Trinket	Leather Armor	Pyktis	Divine Retribution	STR / CON / Critical Rate / Accuracy	STR / CON / Critical Rate / Medium Offset	Balinta
Physical	Musket + Trinket	Leather Armor	Pyktis	Divine Retribution	STR / CON / Critical Rate / Accuracy	STR / CON / Critical Rate / Medium Offset	Balinta

Level 480 Equipment (Reservoir & Falouros)

Type	Weapon	Armor	Accessories	Ark	Weapon (Random Ichor)	Armor (Random Ichor)
Physical	Crossbow + Dagger	Leather Armor	Pyktis	Divine Retribution	STR / All-Race / Critical Rate / Perfection	STR / CON / Critical Rate / All-Race
Physical	Two-handed Bow + Trinket	Leather Armor	Pyktis	Divine Retribution	STR / All-Race / Critical Rate / Perfection	STR / CON / Critical Rate / All-Race
Physical	Cannon + Trinket	Leather Armor	Pyktis	Divine Retribution	STR / All-Race / Critical Rate / Perfection	STR / CON / Critical Rate / All-Race
Physical	Musket + Trinket	Leather Armor	Pyktis	Divine Retribution	STR / All-Race / Critical Rate / Perfection	STR / CON / Critical Rate / All-Race

Assisters

Type	Assister #1	Assister #2	Assister #3	Assister #4	Stats
Physical	Nebula	Kugheri Balzermancer	Misrus	Marnox	Physical Critical Damage, AoE Defense Ratio, STR, DEX, Damage in Challenge Mode

Classes Combination

Combination	Weapons	Vaivora Vision	Armor (Fixed Ichor)
Quarrel Shooter - Arbalester - Wugushi	Crossbow + Dagger	Cluster Shot + Double Marking	Overload
Quarrel Shooter - Ranger - Appraiser	Crossbow + Dagger & Two-handed Bow + Trinket	Cluster Shot + Tempest	Overload
Quarrel Shooter - Hunter - Appraiser	Crossbow + Dagger & Two-handed Bow + Trinket	Cluster Shot + Companion Lover	Overload
Quarrel Shooter - Sapper - Hunter	Crossbow + Dagger & Two-handed Bow + Trinket	Cluster Shot + Obliterate	Overload
Cannoneer - Matross - Appraiser	Cannon + Trinket	Air Burst + Centerfire	Overload
Cannoneer - Matross - Arquebuiser	Cannon + Trinket & Muskt + Trinket	Air Burst + Lever Action	Overload
Mergen - Hwarang - Appraiser	Two-handed Bow + Trinket	Orbital Arrow + Jusalnegi	Overload
Mergen - Ranger - Fletcher	Two-handed Bow + Trinket	Tempest + Reinforced Bowstring	Overload
Musketeer - Tiger Hunter - Appraiser	Musket + Trinket	Armor-Piercing Shell + Triple Step Single Shot	Overload
Ranger - Hwarang - Appraiser	Two-handed Bow + Trinket	Tempest + Jusalnegi	Overload

I (20NB) met my friend "Olivia" (20F) a few months ago through social media. we're both college students living in the same dorm building so we'd hang out quite a bit so got pretty close. for a while we didn't have issues, we'd hang out in her room with her dog "Lucy" and eat and watch TV.
we started having issues about a month ago. she had made a reservation for us to go to a nice dinner, and I was supposed to take us. long story short, we didn't end up going because Lucy got sick and Olivia had taken her to the emergency vet. Olivia had been there all day (she went in the morning) and didn't bother to text me that she couldn't make it until after our reservation time. I said it was okay, and that I hoped Lucy was okay.
another incident was Olivia going to get her laundry and Lucy pooping on the floor almost immediately after she left. I tried yelling at her to stop and it didn't work and we got a noise complaint. Olivia came back and cleaned it up and everything was fine. she texts me about a week later saying "don't go near my room ever again" and didn't provide an explanation for a few hours, and apparently it was because of the noise complaint (even though I told her the second she got back).
more problems happened within the past 2 weeks. I'm home for the summer but she's still on campus and has had me spend the night a few times. when I'm with her she'll constantly ask me to do stuff for her. she'll ask me to keep getting food for her and will get huffy when I say no. she also is a horrible texter and has even admitted to being a "bitchy texter" but won't do anything to try to resolve the problem. she's told me she's better at calling but when I do she won't answer or takes forever to answer.
another incident (about a week ago) was when she was on the phone when we were supposed to hang out. I pick her up to take her to the store, and she's on the phone. she finishes the call on the way there, but when we're in the store, she gets on the phone again while I talk to one of the employees. when we leave the store she's still on the phone, and at this point we're sitting in my car waiting (we were supposed to get food). she then gets out of my car and walks around the parking lot bc "we're just sitting there" and she shut the door before I could even explain why we were. she comes back and finally gets off tie phone, I tell her that I'm kinda upset about it and that I'll take her back to her place but that I'm going home. she immediately gets defensive and says "oh so I can't talk to people" and I said "you can, but it's rude to be on the phone almost the whole time we're hanging out." we argued for about 20 minutes then reached an agreement and it was over with.
the incident that caused me to ghost her was even worse. it started out with being woken up by Lucy stepping on my stomach and Olivia telling me I have to leave bc she has a doctors appointment. so I leave and go home, and about 2 hours after I get home she texts me asking if I'm gonna buy her a new pen. for context we both have thc pens and edibles. I ask her what she's talking about and apparently her pen fell into Lucy's cage and Lucy, being a dog, chewed it up. Olivia accused me of knocking it off the bedside table and into Lucy's kennel (the kennel is underneath the bed) and also accused me of trying to kill Lucy. I honestly don't like Lucy that much because she's not well behaved and also steps on me and hurts me everytime she's out of her kennel, but I'd never hurt an animal ever. apparently this is also the second time something like this has happened (Lucy got into Olivia's edibles and got thc poisoning). Olivia was pissed and kept insisting that I'm the one that did it. I was obviously pissed because I didn't do it.
our friendship ended when she called me nearly 15 times in a row and sent me a half assed "apology" message. I didn't bother responding but I can't help but feel kinda bad. AITA here or am I justified for not wanting to be treated like this?

I (female 23) have been dating someone (male 28) we're gonna call him Jay. I also have a best friend (They/Them 23) we're gonna call them sam. Sam and I have been best friends for maybe 5-6 years. When I got kicked out of my sister's place ( we have a great relationship now.) Sam was there for me before they knew it. I wasn't going back to my others sisters apartment because she used to be very abusive ( she's working on herself.) and I had absolutely nowhere to go. I found out Sam lived 7 minutes away from the other sister. I started going over there and pretty much never left... The luckiest of beggars I am.
After a while I met Jay. Jay is nice, funny, tall, and he actually likes to do activities and is very good at my favorite physical activity. I of course bragged to sam about how well and good everything is down below. This was right about the time Sam started feeling a bit lonely. Since this was the beginning of Jay and I we agreed that it was just friends with benefits so I felt no wrong in asking him if he would satisfy my friend Sam physically. He said no he said that he wasn't attracted to how Sam presented themselves. Sam presents as male. Well Jay and I got into a spat later on about something else down the line and ended things with each other.
It's been about a year or two since then and recently we got back together. Again in the beginning everything was all fine and well. Sam, Jay, and I we're hanging out again going out together and things. Sam was still lonely and even though I knew what the answer was last time I still decided to ask Jay if he thought about changing his mind. For a second Jay said yes and that he would think about it but then his answer fell back onto no. I thought okay like last time the no is a no everyone is going back to everyone being cool.
Sam started saying they don't feel like they're actually friends with jay. I wanted to know why would Sam think that. Sam said well I don't ever actually receive a goodbye from him and we only talk when you're around but when you leave the conversation dies out and so I don't feel like I'm actually a friend but just a 3rd wheel tagalong. He then started saying that I drop him also whenever I get into these relationships. I of course don't really see how I'm doing that. Then sam points out that I have on rose colored glasses whenever I see someone especially if I really really like the pole. Sam and I stay together with his family and the only car in use here is their mother's. I got into a little trouble and am working on getting my license back and my friend is differently abled and legally can't drive so has no need for a car themselves.
When Sam started seeing that he wasn't as appreciated as a friend should be in sam's eyes they became upset. He said Jay would never text back unless I ask him to and he kept being flaky in setting a time to hangout with Sam or he never says goodbye to Sam. Instead of just saying " Hey sam I think you're really cool I just don't see you as a close friend like that." he became more snarky and sassy. Everytime Sam would text Jay and Jay wouldn't answer Sam would come into my room and ask me to ask Jay to please say a yes or a no to the text of "would you like to hangout tonight." The first time I told Jay that I wouldn't be there. He barely cancelled saying he was tired from work and things which isn't a lie he would be just getting off work if he came over on the days that my friend asked to hangout. The thing that upsets my friend is in one of the text he asked me " How deep he should cut so that Sam would understand." Sam is also upset that jay will come out for me and stay up all night with me, He will kiss me goodbye and he will text me back all day.
I'm really hoping I'm remembering things correctly. I'm probably gonna have to show my friend to get their side of things but....
They had a really bad argument Jay was mean and disrespectful and he did try to gaslight Sam. I forgot exactly what was said. The important thing is after all this happen sam said something like this " If it was me in my relationship I would immediately stop talking to him because he disrespected you like that and I feel like I shouldn't have to ask you to stop talking to him because that's what a best friend does." He says he's over being rejected and that it's just about him not being treated as a friend should. In a way I can completely understand where Sam is coming from. Sam has spoken to others about the situation. Sam said that they don't really go into too much detail about everything but that everyone that they've spoken to thinks I'm the A-HOLE... This is including sam's mom who thinks this as well. I really like and think of her as family buuuut she's my adopted mother...she's sam's mother.

I'm going to condense this the best I can (update, I probably failed at that)
Like so often described here, we met, things were amazing, and moved FAST!
Really, we talked a lot before meeting in person and I was worried about red flags and was pretty set on not letting myself fall for her right away. I asked a friend to help me out of that if it happened. He didn't, he says he was happy for me. Lol.
So, anyway, amazing rocket ship relationship lasted something like 6 weeks. We spent probably 4/5 days together, 24/7, in that time.
She got pregnant, she full on split the first time the following days. Not just normal freak out, started accusing me of crazy things, like being an abuser, pedophile, a guy who would abandon his kid. I already had two kids from previous relationship that I have equal custody and fully support, so obvious crazy accusations.
I rode through that split. It was mentally exhasting to say the least, but I was focused on what should be the other side. Her making a clear decision for herself and moving forward accepting reality.
Well, it never got there. We had planned a trip previously that was going to be over a week long. So we went. Part way through she started threatening to leave me. Finally on the trip back she "ended things" and we drove in silence for hours. When we got back to her house I got my stuff into my car, left for a hotel.
She followed me, acted like I was being crazy, things weren't over. Basically, what's wrong with me, it was so obvious I just needed to hold her hand or something on the ride back and she was expecting that? That's what are said. Then she started trying to hit me in the balls, acted like it was all a joke. Talked about stabbing me in my sleep. I got my stuff again, packed in my car and left for home (very long drive away).
She tried chasing me in her vehicle! She called me, said she wanted both of us dead. She kept on calling and texting and changing what she meant by things. After an hour or more of this I agreed to meet her at a gas station to talk. She was calmed down and exhausted and apologetic. So I want back with her.
This is what I find insane. What was I thinking!? My mind is looking at this totally different now. But because I went back it continues..
Two weeks later she sent a somewhat inappropriate message to my daughter. We were all supposed to go on a day trip the next day, my daughter was very excited for my girlfriend to come and last minute she decided to leave my house and drive home instead the day before this trip. Whatever, I took my kids and we want without her. When we got home that night gf and I were arguing on the phone, she sends a message to my daughter's tablet basically explaining how it's my fault she didn't stay she go that trip. I blocked her on all my things and from my daughter's tablet.
A few days later (kids were not home with me) GF shows up, breaks in (climbed through a window I didn't know wasn't locked) to talk to me. I had called the police, they showed up and arrested her, but never booked her so no record on it.
She convinced me after this to talk things out. Again, why would I do that!? But that's what I did..
We spent a week in essentially this heated argument about how what she did was wrong, she her searingly not understanding it. She is not from my country, but she has been here almost 10 years. She tried to use cultural differences as a defense, which was absolute bullshit. I have a friend who lived in her time country almost two decades and his wife who is from there and they both very mater of fact told me this girl is full of shit.
Somehow I still allowed things to continue beyond this under some conditions I laid out. One thing that happened at this point is she never saw my kids again. She would have if she acted halfway normal for awhile..
We had a stupid argument on the phone two months later. She says she was "done for good" and hung up on me. So I blocked her. She showed up to my house and wouldn't leave. She ended up pulling a multi tool / knife from her pocket while standing right in front of my which I promptly pulled from her hand. She then started trying to fight me, quite unsuccessfully because she's tiny, I just kept the knife from her and restrained her. Police came and arrested her and booked her.
She was released with no contact bail condition. She called me the moment she got out. After a day I of her trying I did talk with her. I didn't want to report her.. idk why.
She successfully made me believe I had been in the wrong that time. Or at least partially. At this point I was trapped. I read about trauma bonding, at this point I know it was real and it was complete.
She started trying to push away as soon as I got there because I was trying to make things work. I was doing everything I could to show her I cared. She was trying to discard in response.
A couple months of this. One public argument that made me look pretty bad. Her neighbor called police. I'm the guy so they rolled in and accused me of all sorts of things and charged me, but luckily everything was dropped by a judge.
Another month or two of weekly breakup/back together basically on a predictable schedule. All orchestrated by her.
At this point she's 3rd trimester pregnant.
She called me on a predictable day for her to split. Instead she pretty calmly talked and asked me not contact her anymore, we really need to try and not be together. I was upset but held it together and agreed.
The following day she started calling me. Texting me. By this time I had done some research into what I thought was going on. I had even found this sub and started reading. Finally late at night I answer the phone. I start recording. I open the Wikipedia entry for DARVO and every time she tried to turn something on me, last part of that argument pattern, I did my best to deflect or just change the subject, but not agree. After almost 3 hours on the phone she says to me "if I were you I'd kill myself, you deserve to die, I want to murder you".
I hung up the phone. I ignored her. A little over 24 later she shows up to my house. I was asleep. I woke up and decided that if I just go let her in she'll be calm and it won't escalate into a bad situation again. I unlocked the door and started walking back to my bedroom. She comes in, slams the door behind her, storms into the kitchen, stands at the sink, and picks up the most dangerous kitchen knife I own - looks like a cleaver. She turns towards me with it and I immediately so the same as before. I pull it from her hand without a second thought. I then get her out the door again, lock it, and call the police. While on the phone with them she breaks the glass on the door with a chair and comes back inside. I lock myself in another room. The police showed up and she held a knife to her own throat. Finally, what I wanted many months earlier, she's involuntarily committed for mental health. Unfortunately this didn't do much, they released her, then she made bail on her charges.
She went home. A week later she started trying to contact me. After a few weeks it turned into 100+ messages a day. I started reporting it. They issued an extraditable warrant for her arrest.
She was brought back on that but was released on bail again, presumably sob story about her pregnancy and needing to take care of herself, which is bullshit, because she isn't and needed to be under supervision.
Anyway, full NC since. I can finally see the insanity that I went through. I see her for who she really is. Actions speak for themselves.
I'm trying to take sole custody of my child. The baby isn't born yet, due date is very very soon. I've been putting together everything I can to provide as evidence to her violence and being unfit. My anxiety is so bad over this. I'm doing everything I should be or more, but I can't sleep most of the time. What else can I do to protect myself and this baby? How did I fall into this trap in the first place? The emotions are intense, and that's a pretty new thing for me. I'm in the final stretch and it's just waiting at this point, and will be hoping that others can do the right thing.
Why did I try and fix things with her so many times? So many I can't even begin to count. My future looks completely uncertain now. What will I do?

^{Here’s a story that I would like to share. It was something really traumatizing for me and I hope nobody will experience something like I did that morning…
(Before I begin, I’m an operator, driving heavy machines..} Also, English isn’t my main language so sorry if they are things that aren’t making any sense or if it’s unclear lol))
It was a sunny Monday around 8:00am. I was working, snowplowing residential driveway. I was driving a heavy machinery equipped with a big snowblower (Wheel Loader). I was clearing snow from a driveway.
(\note that They is a crosswalk near the driveway I was plowing. And they are big bushes and tree that hide/annoy our visibility *).*
When I was done clearing the driveway, I pull up the snowblower from the ground. Looking at my surrounding, I see no one around the crosswalk or even on the road, so I begin to go slowly forward. And then while I slowly accelerate, I kinda see something fall at the left of my snowblower. At first, I thought it was a piece of ice that fell from the top of my snowblower. And I get that horrible mind in my head, ‘’Imagine if that piece of ice was someone’’. I keep driving, going very slowly, convinced that it was a snow piece. I turn my head, looking at the road through the glass door. And I believe to see clothes on the ground and I heard noises like if someone was screaming. My brain don’t want to believe it. I keep driving maybe 15-20 feet from the crosswalk and I look on the back behind me and I see someone laying down in the middle of the road.
At that moment, I’m like; ‘’This can’t be real, I bet it’s a nightmare and when I will turn the key to cut off the engine, I will wake up’’. *Proceed to turn the engine off*. I didn’t wake up, this is really happening! I open the door and climb out of the wheel loader. I was convinced that I had just killed someone. ‘’There I am, 19-year-old my life is over I just ran over someone, and he’s probably dead’’. ‘’What my family will think of me now?’’. I run toward him. While I run, I heard him scream, probably from pain. When I arrive at his side, I told him that I’ve never seen him and that I was sorry. He’s screaming from pain and tell me to call the ambulance. (I already had my phone out, but I was so panicking that I wasn’t able to call 911. My hands were shaking, I was in shock. I turn around and see 3 people running toward us. One holding his phone already talking with a 911 dispatchers. I let them take care of the victim because they seemed to knew what they were doing better than me, so I go on the side of the road away from them. I was feeling my heart going very fast, my hands were shaking. I was cold. They were 3 people taking care of the victim while waiting for the ambulance, and they were other people who were reassuring
me telling me that it was an accident, but I wasn’t really listening to what they were saying. After maybe 4–5 minutes of waiting, I was hearing sirens coming closer from us. I turn my head, I see 2 fire truck coming toward us. I turn the other way and I see like 4-5 police cars following with an ambulance and paramedic pick up. I don’t remember a lot of things after that. Basically, an ambulance proceeded to take care of the victim and another ambulance with a team of paramedic took care of me because I was in shock, they were saying my heart was going too fast and that I should go to hospital or something. They called an ambulance for me, but I refused to take it because I felt that I didn’t need an ambulance, lol.
(Took me literally around 1 week to recover from this, I was having trouble sleeping, I couldn’t think of something else than the incident.)
Anyway, the guy ends up having only a broken leg and other minor injury. Police investigated and it end up it was an accident. He crossed the road without making sure I saw him. He was in my blind spot when I hit him and I never saw him coming because they were tree and bushes and big snow blank hiding the pedestrian road, so I couldn’t see him coming. And again he doesn’t make any eyes contact with me or making sure I saw him before crossing the road.
Here’s what I don’t stop thinking about! Why me! I’m only 19 year old and I literally drove over someone, what is the chance!!?? I’m always driving very safely, watching every pedestrian and paying attention while driving. I can’t believe that I didn’t see him. I hate myself for that. I literally drove over someone with a wheel loader. And I can’t stop thinking that I could have killed him. This incident took place a few months ago during the winter. Now i’m fine but still to this day, they are not one day that I don’t think of that morning. I already know that I will keep thinking of it until I die. For real, that day, it was the worst morning.

Hello and welcome to my post! This prompt takes place in a Modern Realistic world that is taking an AU spin after the beginning of the rp, but we can change some details of the real world to fit better such as names or new individuals in governments (obviously like a new princess, if you play her, rather than IRL one). This rp is based around War, Special Operations, Politics, Espionage, Romance, Mystery and more and can depict adult themes so please be of-age in your jurisdiction! Your character is up to you! I can gladly help make one, but, the way this rp is set up with intertwining plots means your character can be partially in-the-know about one part and come to learn and uncover the rest hoping to save the world! Below is the 'start' of the initiative, and if you wanted you could be... a drone operator who saw part of what happened to the plane... or the princess who (if you play her) survives the attempt on her life. We can find a way to work you into the mentioned events going on in the world. Anyway, I role play on Discord and if this interests you, please reach out!
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A long delicate hand extended across the custom made Roche Bobois Executive desk with masterfully blended darkened steel and glass, curving around into the shape of a crescent moon. It's owner had a chuckle over that every time they saw it, knowing it was on a bit too on the nose but not minding the small joke. Their hand picked up an old rotary phone that was linked to a sister device just 15 feet to their west, where their secretary sat, "Nightshade" The Executive identified them-self to the phone
A moment of pause, a female voice responded from the other end, "All preparations complete, Nightshade. Operation Zephyr, Operation Crimson Jewel, Operation Mirage, Operation Ember Storm, and Operation Shadow Orchid" The females voice said to the phone
"Proceed with all, then proceed with Operation Equinox Ascendant" The executive responded before hanging up the phone.
A moment of silence followed the secretary as she replaced her own phone on the receiver and took a breath in. Her mind wondered about Nightshade as it had for the last four years since she received this unique job offer. She had never seen her boss, nor does she know what Nightshade sounded like as the voice was scrambled every time they spoke. Even worse, she didn't even know Nightshade sat just 15 feet to her east all these years. She picked up her phone, dialing the officers of Nox to relay the orders to proceed from Nightshade in the order she had asked them previously. Zephyr, Crimson Jewel, Mirage, Ember Storm, and Shadow Orchid...
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Major Jacob Hurthwing of the United States Airforce adjusted himself in the seat of his, as yet, unnamed and top secret state of the art Multi-role Fighter Jet while his stomach rumbled. It was 3pm and he was hungry. He had been told that this fighter put the F-35 Lighting II to shame with its superior Stealth Capabilities, Ground Attack Armaments, and Maneuverability and because of this it was exceptional in its handling and disbursement of G Force other than on the pilot, and it had taken him a few weeks to get used to the control scheme. Everything was controlled from his helmet or the unique control stick which was more like an advanced glove connected right to the plane that seamlessly linked his movements. However, as much as he was in awe of what he called a Seventh Generation Fighter... He was equally in awe over the view he had from the cockpit. To his east was the mighty Himalayan Mountain Range and below him was lush green valleys, deep gorges, and pristine rivers meandering through the terrain. Cascading waterfalls punctuated the verdant hillsides, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the scene. Valleys dotted the terraced fields, vibrant with the hues of cultivated crops, reflecting the agricultural livelihood of the Bhutanese people. He was on practice runs, evading and testing the capabilities of the fighters stealth ability, which had been wildly successful. He had yet to be spotted by any of the Asian countries he had flown over, from teasing the China border to over India and north. It was a gorgeous day with clear skies and he had just checked in with the USS Harry S. Truman in the Persian Gulf who had advised him to return to deck, but, he figured he could slip in a few more minutes of this view as he adjusted his course... Suddenly, the cockpit of the Fighter flashed red as his HUD displayed at least fifteen different warnings, most of which he could ignore but two he could not... Unsafe weather conditions... and Connection Lost. He hardly had a moment to think about how to fix the situation before his seat ejected, without his desire to do so, but his cockpit remained closed. His neck broke instantly as it hit the strong composite metal, and with his lifeless corpse, the plane began banking to its new destination...
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4,800 miles away six individuals sat within the back of a Route-master, known more locally to Londoners as a Boris Bus or New London Bus. It was the classic red double Decker redesigned for the modern day, and the men loaded Kalashnikov's as they knelt below the high sides of the second and first deck levels. The bus took a turn on Dacre St just a few blocks away from Buckingham Palace and saw their target. An unmarked, visually unremarkable vehicle driving on the opposite end of the road and coming their way, just as they had expected. While the car was unremarkable to the world, the driver of the Routemaster knew how to identify it with its exceptionally strong tires and had a low profile from the weight of the armor plating that was hidden within. It was an armored car being used to ferry the Princess of England on her way to an unplanned and unscheduled stop just halfway across London but the bus driver knew the car would never make it, as he had been given the proceed on Crimson Jewel... As the vehicles drew closer to one another, he yanked his wheel to the side, and the two vehicles collided to a loud crushing stop, for the bus was modified as well. Behind the driver, the six men in masks opened the windows of the bus and aimed down at the Princesses' vehicle. Its armor had been compromised by the impact and the windshield began to splinter as dozens of bullets hit it. One of the men pushed a Panzerfaust 3 from the busses window, aiming the rocket launcher at the car. He wasn't supposed to fire it yet, ideally, they captured the princess... but should the police arrive to soon... Oh well...
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Operation Mirage occurred in the early morning in Michigan, USA. A lone Nox operative had already slipped inside one of the worlds foremost digital security services and major supplier to the US government and had laughed to himself at how simple it had been to do so. Monotony and Peace had ruined the guards who stood watch and had been waiting for the shift change that occurred at 5am just moments ago, and he had no need to obscure the cameras for when he reached the server room... He could erase and loop the videos... as he gained unrestricted access to their systems...
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"That's it?" The nox operative asked his officer, known as Phantom. "That's it" Phantom responded ever so simply. They had spent the past week preparing for this operation and the young operative couldn't believe that kicking it off was so lackluster and so simple. Of course, preparing hadn't been simple. They had been all over Mallacoota and the Coopracambra National Park of Australia setting up caches of fuel that they were sure could not be found nor traced back to them. It had to seem like an accident, after all. It was 7pm as Phantom took one last long drag of his cigarette, looked out over the national park... and flicked it into the fuel trail at his feet before the two left.
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It was similarly 5am for Operation Shadow Orchid, and the officer in charge had seemed almost disappointed that it would be nothing more than a drop off... and he had been going through ways of making it more interesting in his head. An arrow with a message? No, too archaic... A Grenade launcher through the window? No, too modern... In the end, he decided to go with a timeless classic with a unique twist... It was two hours later that the US Senator awoke next to his wife. He rolled over to hug her, as he always did, but when he did he felt something slide on his chest. His eyes opened to see a manila envelope with a note on it suggesting he keep quiet and wait for more contact. Attached to the note, however, was a Polaroid of him and his wife asleep in bed just two hours prior. Inside the envelope were pictures of him and his many... Mistresses... Something he would do anything to keep quiet
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With that the operations had been completed, or started, and operation Equinox was all set to begin...

Hi there, first things first!18+ is required to interact even if the RP we do ends up being solely sfw. I love a good plot full of character growth, twists and lore! So I'm hoping you would enjoy that as well ^{^}
Long term is my preferred length, as long as you are semi lit we should work out ok!
I'm open to ideas if you have something that is similar to any of the ideas I suggested down below.😀
Doppelganger scenario #1: {romance + thrillehorror}
For a week it's been the same emergency broadcast replaying on the radio.
'Lock your doors, stay inside until help arrives. No matter what situation happens do not let an exact copy of yourself or a loved one within the safe confines of your home'.
Desperate to get supplies one of our characters dares to make their way outside their safe zone. Along the way they run into the doppelganger of someone they previously knew. That particular someone died right in front of you by this doppelganger. They run obviously but no matter where they go the doppelganger follows.
The doppelganger says it doesn't want to hurt you. They promise it, even going out of their way to show how serious they are. Will they gain your trust or is there something else they have planned for you?
Changeling Scenario#2: {found family🥺 soft or spooky vibes for the rp}
One night there is a terrible storm that wakes up the single parent of the home. They rush to ensure their kid is safe upon hearing a scream. What they find causes whatever drowsiness they had to disappear in a moment's notice. There are two children now sitting in their child's bed. Both look exactly the same, there's nothing to tell them apart. Even down to the very same old and worn out sweater. You can't tell which one is which. To make matters worse each kiddo insists they are yours, you don't know what to do.
You worriedly keep an eye on the children but it seems like whichever one is truly the changeling they mean you and your human child no harm. Though if anyone tries to harm your little family the changeling might just show how sharp their teeth truly are.
Clone Scenario #3 {Romance + evil scientist shenanigans}
It's supposed to be easy, recreating life. In fact it is one of the first things a scientist learns within a futuristic society. To clone someone from the past (AN OC but we can give them a similar role to an IRL person for example a 1920's silent film star but it is still strictly an OC. I would feel weird if we relied too heavily on IRL person)
One problem occurs though, what they have created is not entirely human. Nor is it happy to live within the tiny confined space.
If the characters superiors were to find out about this experiment gone wrong it would not end well for anyone. So they try to keep things unders wraps, not quite aware of the fact the clone has something up their sleeve that will change everything.

Sometimes I’ll make things and sell them for extra cash. 2 weeks ago, a friend of a friend asked me to make a wreath for her front door. I told her I could and I’d only charge her 20 bucks. She agreed to pay that amount. I asked her to text me how she wants her wreath to look and she did. I had a couple of questions to ask her so I texted her my questions and she replied back. I told her that I would make her wreath the next day and I’d bring it over to her. So the next day, I get what I need to make and I made it how she wanted me to. I texted her once I was done and asked for her address. She sent it to me and I brought over her wreath.
She told me she didn’t have my money but she’d have it the next day. I didn’t mind and told her no problem. The next day, she gave me an excuse and didn’t send me my money. This went on for 2 weeks. I’ve heard every excuse and didn’t get my money. I’ve been patient and nice to her, but enough is enough. Thankfully I know where she lives and I took the wreath off of her door when she was gone and sold it to another person. She didn’t pay for it so she can’t keep it. She doesn’t know I took it or sold it.

Hi there, first things first!18+ is required to interact even if the RP we do ends up being solely sfw. I love a good plot full of character growth, twists and lore! So I'm hoping you would enjoy that as well ^{^}
Long term is my preferred length, as long as you are semi lit we should work out ok!
I'm open to ideas if you have something that is similar to any of the ideas I suggested down below.😀
Doppelganger scenario #1: {romance + thrillehorror}
For a week it's been the same emergency broadcast replaying on the radio.
'Lock your doors, stay inside until help arrives. No matter what situation happens do not let an exact copy of yourself or a loved one within the safe confines of your home'.
Desperate to get supplies one of our characters dares to make their way outside their safe zone. Along the way they run into the doppelganger of someone they previously knew. That particular someone died right in front of you by this doppelganger. They run obviously but no matter where they go the doppelganger follows.
The doppelganger says it doesn't want to hurt you. They promise it, even going out of their way to show how serious they are. Will they gain your trust or is there something else they have planned for you?
Changeling Scenario#2: {found family🥺 soft or spooky vibes for the rp}
One night there is a terrible storm that wakes up the single parent of the home. They rush to ensure their kid is safe upon hearing a scream. What they find causes whatever drowsiness they had to disappear in a moment's notice. There are two children now sitting in their child's bed. Both look exactly the same, there's nothing to tell them apart. Even down to the very same old and worn out sweater. You can't tell which one is which. To make matters worse each kiddo insists they are yours, you don't know what to do.
You worriedly keep an eye on the children but it seems like whichever one is truly the changeling they mean you and your human child no harm. Though if anyone tries to harm your little family the changeling might just show how sharp their teeth truly are.
Clone Scenario #3 {Romance + evil scientist shenanigans}
It's supposed to be easy, recreating life. In fact it is one of the first things a scientist learns within a futuristic society. To clone someone from the past (AN OC but we can give them a similar role to an IRL person for example a 1920's silent film star but it is still strictly an OC. I would feel weird if we relied too heavily on IRL person)
One problem occurs though, what they have created is not entirely human. Nor is it happy to live within the tiny confined space.
If the characters superiors were to find out about this experiment gone wrong it would not end well for anyone. So they try to keep things unders wraps, not quite aware of the fact the clone has something up their sleeve that will change everything.

AITA for not going to my new colleague's birthday party?
I (M, 28) just transferred to one of the NZ offices of my company for 1 year. It's a smaller office than the ones I'm used to and the teams are a lot more closely knit - my team of 14 all know each other well and they all hang out.
My first day was a Monday and there's a woman in my team (F, 26, lets call her Claire). Except for the 50-something team leader (call her Abby) and Claire herself, the team is all male. Claire told me in a coffee that she's apparently had to claw a lot of her respect from the guys in the team over the last few years.
On Tuesday, a bunch of the team were talking about how Claire's birthday party was coming up on Friday and that everyone was going. One of the guys - in front of Claire - suggested I come too because "it was replacing the normal Friday drinks where I'd get to know people normally". Claire seemed uncomfortable with this - she said it was a "friends only" dinner and drinks. I was completely okay with this - I had no expectation of being invited at all and I said "It's okay don't worry, I can make other plans".
To meet people, I decided go to this networking event I found an app, also on the Friday evening. On the Friday afternoon, Claire approaches me in private and reluctantly says "Hi, you can come to my birthday if you want to" and forwards me the invite with the details - she says it like she feels bad so I just say "It's honestly no big deal, no need to worry about it" - and then I get taken to some new joiner training.
The rest of the team left at 4pm for the dinner. I left at 5 and had a great time at the networking event.
Monday rolls around. Apparently there's been "drama" on the work chat over the weekend (I don't have a work phone yet, so couldn't see it) Apparently it was a big deal that I wasn't at the birthday dinner. Claire storms up to me in the morning and calls me a dickhead for not coming to the birthday after she invited me to it. I told her I'd made other plans but she said I should have cancelled and come to her birthday party instead because "I should have recognised that it would make her look like a b*tch in front of the team for excluding me". Apparently she told everyone she had invited me and that I would be coming, and then when I didn't show up "my absence was really conspicuous" and soured the whole night.
Abby picked up on the tension (she wasn't at the birthday) and she asked me for a "quick chat", which was about this. She seemed to be mostly amused by the situation and said dw about it, but did also say that "perhaps I should have been more aware of how this would reflect on Claire".
Half the guys in the team say Claire was being an asshole by not inviting me. Claire and a couple of others say I was the ass for not coming. To be fair, I suppose I could have gone to the party, and by not going it did screw over Claire's standing in the team.
So - AITA for not going to Claire's birthday party?

I'm sorry I put drugs before you. That there was never enough food in the pantry nor food in the fridge. I'm sorry I used to take you and your sister to strangers' apartments and then disappear for hours on end so that I could do one of two things.
I'm sorry I made you think that walking alone, at night, in the city, to the laundry mat as an 8-year-old was "normal" because it's not. It wasn't normal. It wasn't okay. You could have been abducted all because I couldn't be bothered to make sure my own kids were taken care of. I'm sorry that you washing your own and your younger sibling's clothes the night before a school day was a regular thing.
I'm sorry that as you got older I treated you like a therapist for my relationships. That I relished being the 'mom crush' of all the boys your age. That I shared intimate details with you about my sex life (against your wishes!) and later grew to loathe you for having the audacity to hit puberty.
I'm sickened to my core. I treated my own daughter as my sexual rival, and that was not okay. I have no excuses. No explanations. That was wrong of me, full stop. And I'm sorry that instead of being a loving mother I treated you so vilely. You didn't deserve that. No child deserves that.
I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to regulate my emotions. That being with me was walking on eggshells. And I'm sorry that because of the abuse I put you through this apology will feel more like a guilt trip than a sincere expression of my deepest regrets.
But most of all, I'm sorry that I loved you in public. That when there was an audience I could perform the role of "perfect mom" so convincingly. I know how confusing that must have been, to have a mother that was loving when it suited her, but cold, immature, and manipulative behind closed doors. You would have been more willing to let me go much sooner if I hadn't been so good at pulling at those heartstrings. So, I'm sorry that I was "just good enough" "just long enough" to keep you from seeing the real me, thus keeping you from real healing.
And I'm sorry that you will never get this apology from me. It's the one you are owed, and I owe you many more. I'm sorry that I might never be mature enough to face reality, nor strong enough to self-reflect and give you an actual apology.
End of a fictional letter from an alternate reality.

Instead, the apology I got was

I don't remember that.
You can't hold that against me, (insert excuse).
Changes subject.
Sobs uncontrollably.
Triangulates.
Sends flying monkeys.

Sometimes, when I look at my own kids I imagine what my mom had already done to me by the time I was their age. Thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach, but it's a visceral reminder that what she did was not okay.
I will NEVER get a proper apology. I will NEVER get anything deeper than "I'm sorry you feel that way". But just because she won't apologize doesn't mean that those things didn't happen. I'm not hanging on to anger, just reminding myself that her behavior is NOT OKAY. I'm on day 20 ish of no contact. I've had great days where I feel validated and justified, and not-so-great days where I self-gaslight and accidentally put on my rose-colored glasses.
But, doing this exercise has helped. I highly recommend writing down the apology your narc should have given you. It was very cathartic for me, and an important reminder on a particularly rough day.
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P.S. I'm sorry that my worst tantrums were on what were supposed to be your best days. A mother should be celebrating her child's milestones, not having a mental breakdown over her emotional punching bag gaining more and more independence.

This is mostly a trauma dump so here we go. Im writing this just to get the story out and to recall the main reasons i decided to breakup with him. I (22F) broke up with my boyfriend (23M) a month ago. I loved my boyfriend unconditionally for about 3.5 years. We went on dates, bought each other meaningful gifts, went on vacations together, etc. To give some context, before we started dating, my boyfriend was a previous drug user and self harmed but went to rehab. I looked past this with the idea that anyone can change if they try hard enough and want to change. His mom and I bickered from time to time but we had a mutual love for each other and over the years I felt that I was accepted as family by her and my boyfriend's sister. My bf was a bit narcissistic and from time to time made sexist comments - again something that I kind of looked past. We met through mutual friends and the first 6 months was absolutely incredible. We never disagreed on a single thing and already fell in love. Within these 6 months we opened up about our past relationships, especially the trauma from his previous gfs. Within the first year, issues arised with his exes. He admitted that his 2nd ex (we will call "R") was a bit of a nut case and has been emailing him trying to get his attention. I shrugged it off and just advised him not to reply (this is important for later). Somewhere in the 6 month - 1 year period I caught him texting his 1st ex (already forgot her name tbh). He was texting her planning to meet and catch up and they were nearly setting. When I read the messages he was drunkenly sleeping after a day skiing the slopes. I woke him up to confront him. He immediately got upset saying "Why are you going through my phone?" I replied with "Why are you texting your ex?" He tried to explain that he felt remorse and needed closure from how they left off. I responded saying that if he continues to text her we are over. He calmed down and began to apologize to me begging me to stay. This should have been red flag #1 but I shrugged it off. Everything was going pretty smoothly after this incident until about 6 months to a year later. I caught him messaging R. Same as he was with ex #1. This time I decided not to confront to see if he would continue. To my then relief, he stopped speaking to her on his own within the same week I found the messages. I tried to keep it to myself for as long as I could but I couldn't hold out any longer after some months and admitted to him that I read his.messages and how this hurt me. He explained that he loved me and that's why he stopped and never wanted to hurt me like that again. Flash forward about another year. We began to disagree on some things and he relapsed a few times which caused rifts in our relationship. We would argue over his drug and alcohol abuse every few months. At some point in this time he was gifted a car by his family for his birthday. He then proceeded to get black out drunk after his p.m. classes and totalled his car by hit and running someone ahead of him at an intersection. Many months following the incident, he always laughed it off saying it was just a stupid accident. I always got upset at thus because it could have been so much worse and he could have genuinely hurt someone. Luckily for him, he was never caught and no one was injured. This incident did not stop him from continuing to get wasted and he would commonly get drunk by himself in his room. Throughout our relationship he lived with his mom and sister. There have been many instances where he would get drunk and belligerent. He's sacred his mom and sister on a number of accounts. One day during spring/summer my bf, I, and 2 of his friends were hanging out in his room drinking a bit. I must note now, that I have not and do not to this day enjoy drinking much as I tend to get anxiety from being out of control of my own body and surroundings - I especially did not enjoy drinking with my bf because I did not feel like I had someone who would keep me safe and had a feeling he was a danger to me. The 3 guys managed to down nearly 1.5 bottles of wine each which caused my bf to get blackout drunk. By the end of the night, his 2 friends decided to go home and he wanted to lead them down the steps to the front door of the building to say goodbye. His mom was against this and told him to just say goodbye at the top of the steps before he manages to fall down the stairs and break his neck. He told her to "fuck off I'm a grown man" and went down. At this point, she was already tired of his shit and ran down after him. They got into a heated verbal exchange when she slapped him and he forcefully slapped her back. He then ran off a couple blocks away which I then stupidly decided to go looking for him with his friend who lived nearby. We eventually found him and brought him to his dad who then just shrugged it off. This should have been red flag #2 because of what happened I believe to be the following summer. On his mom's birthday, we celebrated at his dad's and step-mom's house and then walked back to his mom's house which was just a few blocks away. At the celebration he, as usual, drank too much and blacked out. His dad was also and alcoholic who would push my bf to drink with him at events like this. While walking back to his mom's house, he wanted to go buy weed from his friend nearby which I told him was a bad idea because he was already shitfaced and didn't need anything more. When we got back to his house, we got into a heated argument and he began calling me all sorts of names. I proceeded to slap him when he got up, grabbed my throat, and threw me on the bed and began choking me. He laid over me, choking me until a ran out of air and flailing my arms trying to get a hit in. He finally released my throat and continued to belligerntly call me names and threaten me. I wanted to go home but his mom begged me to stay as I was crying and told me I can sleep in her bed and she sleep on the couch. Hesitantly I agreed and a night of agony ensued when he kept trying to wake me up to apologize. Later that morning I forgave him and decided to just move on. I began to blame myself for hitting him first - if I wouldn't have hit him first maybe he would've never hurt me yada yada. After some time things have died down and we eventually went on a vacation together with 2 of my friends and had a pretty good time. After the last incident though I began feeling less attracted to him and our sex life began to crumble a bit. He began to argue with me every time I refused having sex with him and would get verbally aggressive. Sometimes when I was adimant that I did not want to have sex, we just force my clothes off and have his way. I eventually started to just give in and just let him have his way so I wouldn't have to deal with the constant nagging from him or potentially just forcing me. Last summer the final red flag hit. This is a good time to remember his previous messages with ex #2 or 'R'. We had tickets to go to a music festival with some friends. I bought the tickets so that morning I was helping him set up his wristband for that day. I needed his phone in order to access his emails so I could get the link for setting up his wristband. The first email I see when I open the app is an email from R and his response. She emailed asking how he is doing and how she would like to catch up and that she missed him. I already can't remember what his response was but when he saw that I saw the email exchange he immediately apologized but said that he still felt bad with the way they left off and wanted some closure. I decided I didn't want this to ruin my day as I've already prepaid nearly $300 per ticket for the festival. We continued on with our day and had a great time at the music festival. I look back now realizing how many opportunities I had to break up with him for good reason. Since last year I have began to consider breaking up with him. My own sister (36M) and other relatives (even his own mom!) began telling me that I should consider breaking up with him. I took their suggestions seriously but ended up kind of shrugging it off. The last few months, my sister began to really try to press that I should break up with him already. (Side note: I love my sister and have always looked up to her so I always appreciated her suggestions and opinions) I have been looking for the right time to break up with him now. I kept thinking that the day will come, the perfect day. I kept being told that it will never come and I just need to rip the bandaid off. At this point I have also become a bit distant with him and wouldn't cone over as often (I would typically sleep over almost every weekend and come over throughout the week). Last month on a Sunday I came over after being at my sisters house. He wanted to have sex so as usual I just let him have his way to avoid any nagging. It was at this point - my breaking point - that I decided that I will never do this again. I will never let him force me into sex again. I will never let him put his hands on me again. I will never argue with him about his drug and alcohol abuse again. The following day, Monday, it came - the perfect time I was looking for. I ended work at 5p.m. and I knee he would be ending work at around the same time but he would be home later as he worked much farther. At work, I pumped myself up telling myself that I have to do it, just do it. So I did. I went to his house around 5:30 that day. I told his mom and sister what I was about to do although shocked they understood completely. We had our hungs, talked our shit about him, and said our farewells. When he came home I finally did it. With tears in my eyes and a stutter I explained to him that I want to break up and why. "I just don't love you the same anymore - I love you as an endearing friend and not a significant other" He put up a fight trying to talk it out but eventually he let me leave. I already took my things before he even got home. I ran to my car and cried because the last 5 years are over. All the bad memories gone... and the good ones too. A month later I am happy to say that I am doing well for myself and have enjoyed spending more time with my sister and my friends. The weight is off my shoulders. I recently found out that he now applied to a trade school so he could become an electrician and started running again. Although it hurts to know that he decided to start doing the things he said he was gonna do years ago but always put off now that we have broken up. It seems that this break up may have been good for the both of us. Maybe now he can start heading in the right direction and I can find love for myself after everything that's happened in the past 5 years. I still deeply care about him and hope he does well for himself. And I hope I can eventually find myself a motorcycle riding, car loving (like me) man of my dreams.

This is mostly a trauma dump so here we go. Im writing this just to get the story out and to recall the main reasons i decided to breakup with him. I (22F) broke up with my boyfriend (23M) a month ago. I loved my boyfriend unconditionally for about 3.5 years. We went on dates, bought each other meaningful gifts, went on vacations together, etc. To give some context, before we started dating, my boyfriend was a previous drug user and self harmed but went to rehab. I looked past this with the idea that anyone can change if they try hard enough and want to change. His mom and I bickered from time to time but we had a mutual love for each other and over the years I felt that I was accepted as family by her and my boyfriend's sister. My bf was a bit narcissistic and from time to time made sexist comments - again something that I kind of looked past. We met through mutual friends and the first 6 months was absolutely incredible. We never disagreed on a single thing and already fell in love. Within these 6 months we opened up about our past relationships, especially the trauma from his previous gfs. Within the first year, issues arised with his exes. He admitted that his 2nd ex (we will call "R") was a bit of a nut case and has been emailing him trying to get his attention. I shrugged it off and just advised him not to reply (this is important for later). Somewhere in the 6 month - 1 year period I caught him texting his 1st ex (already forgot her name tbh). He was texting her planning to meet and catch up and they were nearly setting. When I read the messages he was drunkenly sleeping after a day skiing the slopes. I woke him up to confront him. He immediately got upset saying "Why are you going through my phone?" I replied with "Why are you texting your ex?" He tried to explain that he felt remorse and needed closure from how they left off. I responded saying that if he continues to text her we are over. He calmed down and began to apologize to me begging me to stay. This should have been red flag #1 but I shrugged it off. Everything was going pretty smoothly after this incident until about 6 months to a year later. I caught him messaging R. Same as he was with ex #1. This time I decided not to confront to see if he would continue. To my then relief, he stopped speaking to her on his own within the same week I found the messages. I tried to keep it to myself for as long as I could but I couldn't hold out any longer after some months and admitted to him that I read his.messages and how this hurt me. He explained that he loved me and that's why he stopped and never wanted to hurt me like that again. Flash forward about another year. We began to disagree on some things and he relapsed a few times which caused rifts in our relationship. We would argue over his drug and alcohol abuse every few months. At some point in this time he was gifted a car by his family for his birthday. He then proceeded to get black out drunk after his p.m. classes and totalled his car by hit and running someone ahead of him at an intersection. Many months following the incident, he always laughed it off saying it was just a stupid accident. I always got upset at thus because it could have been so much worse and he could have genuinely hurt someone. Luckily for him, he was never caught and no one was injured. This incident did not stop him from continuing to get wasted and he would commonly get drunk by himself in his room. Throughout our relationship he lived with his mom and sister. There have been many instances where he would get drunk and belligerent. He's sacred his mom and sister on a number of accounts. One day during spring/summer my bf, I, and 2 of his friends were hanging out in his room drinking a bit. I must note now, that I have not and do not to this day enjoy drinking much as I tend to get anxiety from being out of control of my own body and surroundings - I especially did not enjoy drinking with my bf because I did not feel like I had someone who would keep me safe and had a feeling he was a danger to me. The 3 guys managed to down nearly 1.5 bottles of wine each which caused my bf to get blackout drunk. By the end of the night, his 2 friends decided to go home and he wanted to lead them down the steps to the front door of the building to say goodbye. His mom was against this and told him to just say goodbye at the top of the steps before he manages to fall down the stairs and break his neck. He told her to "fuck off I'm a grown man" and went down. At this point, she was already tired of his shit and ran down after him. They got into a heated verbal exchange when she slapped him and he forcefully slapped her back. He then ran off a couple blocks away which I then stupidly decided to go looking for him with his friend who lived nearby. We eventually found him and brought him to his dad who then just shrugged it off. This should have been red flag #2 because of what happened I believe to be the following summer. On his mom's birthday, we celebrated at his dad's and step-mom's house and then walked back to his mom's house which was just a few blocks away. At the celebration he, as usual, drank too much and blacked out. His dad was also and alcoholic who would push my bf to drink with him at events like this. While walking back to his mom's house, he wanted to go buy weed from his friend nearby which I told him was a bad idea because he was already shitfaced and didn't need anything more. When we got back to his house, we got into a heated argument and he began calling me all sorts of names. I proceeded to slap him when he got up, grabbed my throat, and threw me on the bed and began choking me. He laid over me, choking me until a ran out of air and flailing my arms trying to get a hit in. He finally released my throat and continued to belligerntly call me names and threaten me. I wanted to go home but his mom begged me to stay as I was crying and told me I can sleep in her bed and she sleep on the couch. Hesitantly I agreed and a night of agony ensued when he kept trying to wake me up to apologize. Later that morning I forgave him and decided to just move on. I began to blame myself for hitting him first - if I wouldn't have hit him first maybe he would've never hurt me yada yada. After some time things have died down and we eventually went on a vacation together with 2 of my friends and had a pretty good time. After the last incident though I began feeling less attracted to him and our sex life began to crumble a bit. He began to argue with me every time I refused having sex with him and would get verbally aggressive. Sometimes when I was adimant that I did not want to have sex, we just force my clothes off and have his way. I eventually started to just give in and just let him have his way so I wouldn't have to deal with the constant nagging from him or potentially just forcing me. Last summer the final red flag hit. This is a good time to remember his previous messages with ex #2 or 'R'. We had tickets to go to a music festival with some friends. I bought the tickets so that morning I was helping him set up his wristband for that day. I needed his phone in order to access his emails so I could get the link for setting up his wristband. The first email I see when I open the app is an email from R and his response. She emailed asking how he is doing and how she would like to catch up and that she missed him. I already can't remember what his response was but when he saw that I saw the email exchange he immediately apologized but said that he still felt bad with the way they left off and wanted some closure. I decided I didn't want this to ruin my day as I've already prepaid nearly $300 per ticket for the festival. We continued on with our day and had a great time at the music festival. I look back now realizing how many opportunities I had to break up with him for good reason. Since last year I have began to consider breaking up with him. My own sister (36M) and other relatives (even his own mom!) began telling me that I should consider breaking up with him. I took their suggestions seriously but ended up kind of shrugging it off. The last few months, my sister began to really try to press that I should break up with him already. (Side note: I love my sister and have always looked up to her so I always appreciated her suggestions and opinions) I have been looking for the right time to break up with him now. I kept thinking that the day will come, the perfect day. I kept being told that it will never come and I just need to rip the bandaid off. At this point I have also become a bit distant with him and wouldn't cone over as often (I would typically sleep over almost every weekend and come over throughout the week). Last month on a Sunday I came over after being at my sisters house. He wanted to have sex so as usual I just let him have his way to avoid any nagging. It was at this point - my breaking point - that I decided that I will never do this again. I will never let him force me into sex again. I will never let him put his hands on me again. I will never argue with him about his drug and alcohol abuse again. The following day, Monday, it came - the perfect time I was looking for. I ended work at 5p.m. and I knee he would be ending work at around the same time but he would be home later as he worked much farther. At work, I pumped myself up telling myself that I have to do it, just do it. So I did. I went to his house around 5:30 that day. I told his mom and sister what I was about to do although shocked they understood completely. We had our hungs, talked our shit about him, and said our farewells. When he came home I finally did it. With tears in my eyes and a stutter I explained to him that I want to break up and why. "I just don't love you the same anymore - I love you as an endearing friend and not a significant other" He put up a fight trying to talk it out but eventually he let me leave. I already took my things before he even got home. I ran to my car and cried because the last 5 years are over. All the bad memories gone... and the good ones too. A month later I am happy to say that I am doing well for myself and have enjoyed spending more time with my sister and my friends. The weight is off my shoulders. I recently found out that he now applied to a trade school so he could become an electrician and started running again. Although it hurts to know that he decided to start doing the things he said he was gonna do years ago but always put off now that we have broken up. It seems that this break up may have been good for the both of us. Maybe now he can start heading in the right direction and I can find love for myself after everything that's happened in the past 5 years. I still deeply care about him and hope he does well for himself. And I hope I can eventually find myself a motorcycle riding, car loving (like me) man of my dreams.

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ExpressVPN
When it comes to ExpressVPN, one could assert it’s as swift as the wind and as reliable as the sunrise. My tests showed it being a paragon of consistent and warp-speed connectivity, with a negligible drop-off of 2% on the Dutch servers – quite a stellar performance, indeed! And as I gallivanted across the digital landscape, testing servers in France, Britain, and the Antipodes, they all showed a rather admirable level of consistency. Such rapidity makes for a rather seamless crypto browsing and trading experience, as smooth as a vintage brandy.
With ExpressVPN's extensive network of servers sprinkled generously across the globe, it doesn’t quite matter where you hang your hat. A snappy, high-speed server is but a click away. Switching locations? It takes less time than whipping up a cup of tea. Handy, I say, when one is trying to access geographically-peculiar crypto exchanges from every Tom, Dick, and Harry location around the world. I found myself in Uncle Sam's land not too long ago and managed to access Binance and Crypto.com without a hitch, not missing a beat on those crucial market fluctuations.
Safety? As iron-clad as a knight's armour, I say. ExpressVPN comes equipped with AES 256-bit encryption – the gold standard in cyber defense. A rather nifty kill switch feature acts as your safety net, blocking all network traffic should the VPN connection falter, thus preserving your anonymity. And rest assured, my tests did not detect a single DNS or WebRTC leak, cementing my faith in this VPN. ExpressVPN is your digital cloak, making sure your identity remains as hidden as a sly fox in the brush, keeping those crypto transactions safe from the prying eyes of the ill-intentioned.
The only downside, if one must nitpick, is the rather steep price of $6.67 per month, making it the monocle in the VPN market. But, fear not, dear reader, for ExpressVPN often throws in delightful discounts, reducing the price to a much more digestible figure. When I signed up, I found myself enjoying a handsome 49% off, like finding an extra olive in one's martini.
Moreover, ExpressVPN comes with a 30-day money-back guarantee, which is, essentially, a trial period without any risks. I took it upon myself to put this policy to the test by requesting a refund on the 28th day of my subscription. The customer service agent, a paragon of friendliness, approved my refund after some light banter about my VPN experiences. It took less time than toasting a crumpet, and lo and behold, my coffers were refilled within a mere five days.
CyberGhostVPN
Hailing from the land of vampires and castles, CyberGhost makes its residence in Romania, safely beyond the prying eyes of the Five Eyes intelligence alliance. This particular VPN service is as zealous about your privacy as Jeeves is about maintaining my sartorial elegance. It pledges fealty to a no-spying, no-logs policy, which, in layman's terms, means it doesn't jot down your digital footprints as you jaunt around the internet. Consequently, should some snoopy third-party chappie come knocking, asking for your data, they'd find themselves out of luck, leaving your crypto activities as clandestine as a midnight meeting of the Drones Club.
With an impressive congregation of servers — numbering in the thousands — scattered across a whopping 91 countries, CyberGhost is as well-connected as a socially ambitious debutante. I gave its US, UK, and French servers a whirl on various crypto trading platforms such as Binance, Coinbase, and Kraken, and they all rolled out the red carpet, granting instant access with nary a hitch. Thus, wherever you might be perched on this big blue marble, you'll find yourself able to sidestep geo-restrictions and anonymously partake in the crypto trading dance, as easily as Wooster navigates a society bash.
Now, in this rapid-fire world of cryptocurrency trading, one cannot afford to be left in the slow lane. Fear not, for CyberGhost comes galloping to the rescue. In my rigorous testing, I found that the servers in close proximity provided astounding speeds, experiencing a dip of less than 3%. Connection? Quicker than Aunt Dahlia's temper, established within an average of five seconds. Even for the servers stationed a fair distance away, the connection time capped at 15 seconds, and the speed drop remained below a barely noticeable 5%. With such speedy performance, your exchanges will load faster than you can say "pip pip", and those crypto charts will update without delay, making CyberGhost a veritable knight in shining digital armour.
IPVanishVPN
IPVanish is a chap among the elite club of VPNs that lavishes upon you unlimited device connections. Imagine being granted admission to the Drones Club, the Junior Ganymede and the Senior Conservative all at the same time, for no extra shilling, and you've got the idea. I put this to the test, coordinating a veritable symphony of devices - two Android telephones, an iPhone and my trusty Windows PC - all humming along in concert, without a hitch. A boon, indeed, for those who find themselves constantly on the move, trading cryptocurrencies from device to device, like a jazz pianist fluttering between keys.
Next up, speed, the lifeblood of any crypto enthusiast, the equivalent of having the fleetest feet at the annual Drones Club Day. While IPVanish may not quite outpace the venerable ExpressVPN in this department, it nonetheless proved a sprightly contender in my tests. I experienced but a modest 5% drop in velocity on its local servers, leaving me plenty of puff to keep my crypto charts loaded and my trades flowing like the finest Anatole's concoctions.
And let's not overlook the security, as sound and sturdy as the constancy of Jeeves' advice. Armed with 256-bit encryption, IPVanish is as impenetrable as my Aunt Agatha's resolve. Accompanied by DNS and IP leak protection, I put it through the wringer, subjecting it to a battery of DNS and WebRTC leak tests, and not once did it falter or flinch. This means you can be safe in the knowledge that your crypto dabbling is shielded from the prying eyes of those nefarious hackers and DDoS attackers, even if your favoured exchange should suffer a spot of bother with security.
However, much like the irksome occasion when my club ran out of my preferred brand of Scotch, IPVanish possesses a minor drawback - it doesn't accept cryptocurrency payments. So, if you were hoping to keep the crypto train running by using it as your method of payment, you might find yourself browsing the market for an alternative VPN service.
Private Internet Access
Allow me to introduce Private Internet Access, or PIA for the sake of brevity. It boasts a sprawling network of servers, scattered hither and thither across 84 countries, much like the droves of Wooster relatives who regularly descend upon my humble abode. As a bonus, PIA presents you with a private server, complete with a dedicated IP address, as personalized as Aunt Dahlia's most fiery missives. I took the liberty of testing this feature using a US-based dedicated server. Lo and behold, my assigned IP address remained as steadfast as Jeeves at my side, freeing me from the perpetual identity confirmations every time I frequented my favoured crypto platforms. Quite the boon, if you ask me, for those who would like a dependable, dedicated IP address for their crypto trading endeavors.
PIA doesn't skimp on security, either, providing a bulwark against online threats as formidable as Jeeves's mental acuity. Choose your weapon - 128-bit or 256-bit AES encryption, both formidable deterrents to those prying third parties intent on monitoring or intercepting your digital soirees. And while the 128-bit AES option has a bit more spring in its step, the 256-bit version offers a resistance to brute force attacks as solid as the door of my Uncle Tom's antique silver safe.
The fly in the ointment, however, is PIA's location. Much like Bertie finding himself in the path of Aunt Agatha, PIA is headquartered in the United States, within the reaches of the 5-Eyes Alliance. Despite this predicament, PIA holds steadfast to a stern no-log policy, meaning that if any probing requests for information were to arrive, PIA would have as much to offer as I would at a philosophical debate.
PrivateVPN
In the realm of online security, PrivateVPN parades about with all the aplomb of a gentleman on his way to the Drones Club, brandishing credentials akin to those of the well-renowned ExpressVPN. A veritable fortress of privacy, it brandishes the popular AES 256-bit encryption, much like one might brandish a well-mixed martini at a cocktail soiree. Moreover, the seasoned veterans among you will appreciate the ability to pick and choose from a myriad of VPN protocols, an option akin to deciding between a starched collar and an ascot. For the novices in the field, however, this could prove as tricky as convincing Aunt Agatha that cats make better companions than canaries.
While PrivateVPN may not boast the kind of expansive server network as other VPN providers (the sort that could give Aunt Dahlia's gaggle of country hounds a run for their money), it compensates with considerable velocity. During my empirical investigations, I found its servers in the US, Europe, and Australia to be as fleet-footed as young Bingo Little chasing after his latest romantic fancy. This alacrity enables faster updates on your crypto charts, allowing for brisk trading that would put even Market Snodsbury's bustling market day to shame.
One aspect to bear in mind, however, is that much like Bertie inadvertently finding himself under the jurisdiction of a headmistress at a girls' school, PrivateVPN is subject to the 14-eyes jurisdiction due to its Swedish roots. Hence, the company could theoretically be obliged to share your data with the constabulary, domestically or across the borders. Nonetheless, owing to its no-logs policy, PrivateVPN would be as devoid of shareable information as Bertie Wooster would be of romantic advice for his friends.
The Jeeves Guide to Selecting the Top-Drawer VPN for Crypto Dabbling
One does not simply choose a VPN for cryptocurrency trading as one would select a necktie for a jaunt about town. This requires rather more contemplation, akin to selecting the perfect cravat for the annual Aunt's Day tea party at Brinkley Court. The crucial factors to keep an eye on can be summarized as follows:
Security Features: Much like Bertie Wooster's persistent Aunt Agatha, hackers have an alarming tendency to set their sights on crypto exchanges. These digital bazaars are as prone to cyber mischief as Bertie is to finding himself engaged against his will. In light of this, it is essential to employ a VPN that has security as tight as Jeeves's grasp on etiquette, keeping your data and identity as unblemished as the Wooster reputation (on a good day).
Speeds: Cryptocurrency, my dear chums, is as unpredictable as young Tuppy Glossop's appetite, demanding swift decisions to amass the largest pile of the proverbial spondulicks. This is where connection speed becomes as crucial as a well-mixed cocktail at the end of a taxing day. Opt for a VPN with connection speeds that would give a racing greyhound a run for its money.
Server Network Size: Much like Bertie's wandering eye when it comes to the fairer sex, cryptocurrency exchanges are often restricted by regions. A VPN, therefore, acts as your digital Jeeves, facilitating your swift maneuvering past geo-restrictions. A larger server network gives you a broad array of options, improving both the connection speed and stability.
Device Compatibility: It is of utmost importance that your chosen VPN plays nice with your preferred gadgets. It should be as versatile as Jeeves on a Saturday evening, effortlessly supporting Android, Mac, iOS, Windows, and more.
Simultaneous Device Connections: Just as the old Wooster charm works its magic on multiple fronts, so should your VPN's ability to connect to multiple devices under one subscription. This means that whether you're ensconced in your favourite armchair or on the move, you'll be able to trade with the ease of an old hand at the Drones Club dartboard. All of my top choices, much like a well-trained valet, provide multiple device connections with each subscription plan.