Synopsis:

Ten years ago, Amelia woke up alone and lost in a broken world where she had to fight for her survival.
Now, after reaching the pinnacle of power, defeating the Void itself, and escaping the abyss, she has finally found her way back into the real world. But instead of finding herself on Earth, she is in the land of Vacuos. A fantasy world with magic, monsters, Classes, and Levels. A world that is governed by a System like it were a video game.
And when rewarded with a Class befitting her accomplishments— to become a powerful [Hero] that will forever dedicate her life to protecting this world that is not her own— she only has one response.
“Absolutely not. I’m going to live a normal life now, thank you very much.”
After all, who needs a Class when you're already the strongest anyways?

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“That’s a lot of people,” I said as I stared out of the window.
There was a large crowd gathered right outside of the restaurant, buzzing to get in. But I hadn’t opened the doors just yet. Xakor returned not too long ago, and we were readying ourselves for this deluge of customers. So today, we were only going to open the restaurant doors at noon.
Normally, we’d be open way sooner, but we just wanted to make sure we were fully prepared for what was to come. And I thought we were ready. But as it turned out, we weren’t. Because I hadn’t anticipated…
“...I demand to speak with Xakor right now!” a muffled voice shouted from outside.
I narrowed my eyes as my gaze landed on a familiar swollen face standing right at the back of the crowd. Xakor, Harlan, and Bucky curiously approached the window.
“Xrr, what’s going on?” the alien asked.
I just sighed, “It’s the guy I flicked yesterday. Seems like he’s back for round two.”
Bucky clucked threateningly, stepping forward. But I waved a hand dismissively at her.
“Don’t worry,” I said as I gave her a reassuring look. “I’ll deal with—” I started.
And Harlan’s eyes went wide. He spoke over me, raising a trembling finger.
“Wait, that’s Lucas!” he exclaimed.
“Who?” I raised a brow. “You mean the guy with the swollen face?”
“No— not him. But the guy who’s with him.” Harlan shook his head, pointing directly past the angrily yelling man.
I followed Harlan’s fingers until my gaze landed on a grizzled middle-aged man standing together with the group. Lucas— or whatever his name was— had his right hand resting on the hilt of a blade. He was dressed in leather armor, and he had a Bag of Holding slung around his shoulders.
I turned back to Harlan, repeating myself. “Again— who?”
Harlan shifted back uncomfortably as he averted his gaze. “I, uh, didn’t know who Lucas was before I got here. But I got into a fight with him at the local inn… that’s how I got kicked out. Apparently, he’s kind of a big deal around these parts.”
“How so?” I asked, frowning.
“He’s the highest-leveled [Hunter] in Wolfwater. And he used to be a soldier in the army, or so I hear. I think he’s above Level 30… he may even be above Level 40…” Harlan spoke in a low voice.
I gave Harlan a flat stare. “Isn’t that, like, very weak?”
Harlan turned to me, sputtering. “If he’s B-ranked—” The former guardsman tried to work his jaw, then he stared at me for a moment. He saw the disinterested look on my face, before shaking his head. “I… right.”
“Look, I’ll just deal with them,” I said as I stepped forward. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold back so I won’t kill them. It won’t take much to shoo them away—” I started.
But a purple arm stopped me. Xakor stepped forward as he glanced reassuringly at me.
“Xrr, do not worry yourself over these matters. I will handle this, Amelia.”
“Xakor?” I blinked back at him. “Are you sure about this?”
He just shook his head at me as he pushed the door open. “Last night’s quarrel happened because that man wanted to speak with me, but Bucky wouldn’t let him. So it is my responsibility to handle this myself.”
I narrowed my eyes, but the ragnarian just gave me a reassuring smile.
“Xrr, we also need someone to take care of the cooking, do we not?” he said. “We don’t want to keep our customers waiting too long.”
I stared at him for a moment, wide-eyed. I slowly nodded gratefully at him as I took a step back.
“Thanks, Xakor. But if they cause any trouble, I’ll smack them around for a bit, alright?”
“Of course.” He chuckled, and with that, he exited the restaurant to the clamoring crowd.
—--
“—I am Joseph Donovan! My uncle is a [Knight of the Astral Order]!” the man with the swollen face said as he strode forward. “If I tell him about what you did to me— that your crazy [Cook] tried to murder me— he’d ride down to Wolfwater and burn down this establishment himself!”
Noele stared at the unfurling scene, blinking a few times. Her lips twisted into a frown as she muttered under her breath. “So… he’s not even important then,”
“Did you say something?” Dorien asked, peering at her.
And the blonde girl paused, catching herself. She looked at herself, before rubbing her temples. “Amelia’s been rubbing off on me too much— it’s nothing. We should try to stop this before things get out of hand.”
Noele took a step forward as Joseph Donovan and his band of goons continued shouting at the perplexed crowd. But a hand stopped her. Dorien caught her by the shoulder, frowning.
“Do not be rash,” he said hurriedly. “Sometimes, we can resolve conflicts without any violence.”
“I know— I’m just going to talk things through and save those idiots from the beating of their lives,” the blonde girl replied simply. She eyed Joseph Donovan with a sidelong glance. “Amelia held back for a reason, and now he’s causing more trouble…”
The [Druid] sagely nodded, watching as she strode towards the group. He waited behind her, at the front of the watching crowd, and she came to a halt right before Joseph Donovan himself.
“If that damn woman doesn’t—” the angry man started.
“Hey, that’s enough,” Noele said, cutting him off.
His brows snapped together, and he turned to face her with a glare. “Who the fuck are you?”
The group accompanying him glanced over at the blonde girl dismissively. A middle-aged man standing cross-armed at the front narrowed his eyes at her. She just shook her head, feeling the gaze of practically the entire village land on her.
Some of them recognized her. They gasped, whispering her name. But the band of idiots standing before her barely paid her any mind.
“Look— no one tried to murder you,” Noele said, eyeing Joseph Donovan’s angry and swollen face. “Amelia gave you a warning. Seriously, if she wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead. So please stop causing trouble.”
“Already dead…?” His face swelled up even more, turning redder and redder by the passing seconds. “How dare you address me that way! I come from a noble bloodline— I am not like you peasants.”
The Noble Spellsword narrowed her eyes. “If you really were a noble, you wouldn’t be acting like a damn fool. So enough of this nonsense.”
“You—” Joseph Donovan stepped forward, raising a hand.
But the middle-aged man stopped him. He loomed over the blonde girl with a smirk on his scarred face. “I apologize for my friend’s hostility. But as you can see, he has been wronged by the owner of this fine establishment right here.”
He gestured at Bucky’s Out of this World Restaurant, and Noele glanced up at him with a raised brow. He continued, smiling at her placatingly, but with a hint of a warning tone.
“I am Lucas— Wolfwater’s top [Hunter]. A professional in handling… disputes, here in this village. I understand that you are an adventurer yourself…” He glanced at the pair of swords sheathed at her waist, before shaking his head. “But I’d recommend against intervening in situations you know nothing about. I can handle myself because I’m equivalent to a C-rank adventurer, you see?”
He puffed up his chest almost proudly as his friends nodded in agreement. They smirked back at the blonde girl as she just stared at them without reaction.
“Please, I wouldn’t want a foreigner such as yourself getting wrapped up in our internal problems. So do not worry. We can handle this.” Lucas finished as he waved a hand dismissively.
But Noele wasn’t impressed. She waited for a moment to pass before crossing her arms. “You done?”
He tilted his head slightly, opening his mouth. But she didn’t let him continue.
“Good, because I’m not some outsider,” she said simply as she took a step forward. She dug into her pockets, flashing a gleaming badge. “I am Noele the Noble Spellsword. A-rank adventurer. And I was born and raised right here in Wolfwater.”
“What? A-rank… adventurer?” Lucas paused, taken aback. He looked the blonde girl up and down as he tried to work his jaw, still in complete disbelief. “That can’t be—”
And he heard the crowd break out into conversation again. The onlookers spoke up, nodding as they pointed at the blonde girl.
“She saved my daughter during the Cloying Witch’s attack!”
“Wait— isn’t that Noele? Nolan’s daughter?”
“I can’t believe that little girl grew up to become the Noble Spellsword!”
Lucas furrowed his brows as one of his own men paled in fear.
“Uh, Lucas, I don’t think we should be messing with her. I hear she’s the one who defeated the Miststorm Riders.”
“What…?” Lucas glanced back, sweeping his gaze around with wide eyes.
He saw the way everyone in Wolfwater stared at Noele. Maybe they didn’t recognize her at first. But if they hadn’t been looking at her in awe and wonder before, they were now. His gaze landed back on her, and she just held his gaze.
“I suggest you leave,” she warned him.
“T-that’s…” The [Hunter] gritted his teeth. He opened his mouth, then slowly he bowed his head at her. “I apologize. It seems I was the one involving myself in a situation I knew nothing about. Come on, boys.”
He drew back as his men streamed after him. Noele just grinned at them, watching them leave. But Joseph Donovan protested, calling after Lucas.
“Hey— where are you going? What are you idiots doing?” he shouted. His eyes practically bulged out of their sockets in anger, and he glanced back at the blonde girl. “Are you seriously scared of a little girl?”
Noele rolled her eyes, but Lucas and his men ignored the shouts. Joseph Donovan cursed as he waved a fist at them.
“Cowards! You bastards are shameless! Unlike you, I am not afraid of this fucking b—” he started as the blonde girl’s eyes flickered.
But a voice spoke over him.
“I would watch what you say, young man,” Dorien said as he hobbled over with his staff.
“What do you want, old man?” Joseph Donovan narrowed his eyes at the [Druid].
Noele glanced back too, perplexed. “Dorien— I can handle this.” She tried to reassure him.
But he shook his head, stepping in between both the blonde girl and the noble brat. He gestured at her with a kind smile. “Noele’s father was the kind gentleman who nursed you back to health last night. I suggest you show her some respect.”
“Respect?” Snorting, Joseph spat at Noele’s feet. He glared daggers her way. “Why should I show respect to this fucking b—”
And Dorien swung his staff up, striking Joseph between his legs. Noele blinked. The crowd gasped. And even Lucas winced.
Joseph Donovan crumpled to the ground as he grasped his nether regions. The blonde girl looked down at him pitifully as he wheezed in pain.
“Y-y-you…” he squeaked. But he couldn’t muster up any more words.
Noele frowned as she glanced back towards the [Druid]. “Wait, I thought you said that we should resolve this peacefully?”
“Indeed, sometimes, we can resolve conflicts without any violence,” Dorien said as he strode back. “But other times, I’d rather kick an annoying entitled brat in the balls. Maybe it will knock some sense into his head.”
Joseph Donovan just lay there, sucking in a weak breath. Noele glanced between the fallen man and her [Druid] friend. She slowly began to chuckle.
“You haven’t changed one bit, have you, Dorien?” she said, covering her mouth.
“And you are as strong-headed as ever.” Dorien smiled back at her. “I admire the way you carry yourself, Noele. Your sister would be proud of you.”
The blonde girl paused, before she nodded. “Right. Thank you.”
—--
Xakor watched as the scene came to an end. The ragnarian stood by the open doorway of the restaurant. No one had even noticed him stepping outside. The crowd’s gaze had been entirely fixed on the quick little squabble the entire time. But it was over now.
“Xrr, seems I didn’t need to intervene,” the [Chef] murmured, shaking his head.
A handful of the closest customers heard his voice. They turned back to face him, wide-eyed. He just smiled back at them as they stared at him. He clapped two of his hands together, while simultaneously adjusting his poofy chef hat with a third hand.
“Well then, it seems we can continue with our grand opening undisturbed.”
Xakor drew back, but right as he said that, the ground began to rumble. He paused. Noele raised her head with a frown as the [Druid] blinked. The crowd began to break into panicked voices.
“What is going on?”
“Is this an…”
“Earthquake!”
Someone shouted. But the ground didn’t split open. Buildings didn’t crumble. Xakor steadied himself as he looked past the stumbling crowd. And he spotted something approaching over the horizon. A creature that was barreling through the nearby forest, toppling trees and destroying the vegetation.
Xakor blinked for the first time in three days.
“Is that… the kretus boar?”
But he saw the purple aura wisping off the giant monster’s body. He watched as its flesh twisted and turned, shifting across its sprinting figure. It rapidly approached Wolfwater as it let out a chittering screech.
“No— what is that?” Xakor asked.
And he never got an answer.
—--
Guardian Angel Z357 raised his head, glancing into the distance. He detected it— the presence of the Void’s essence in Laxo.
Target found.
And he took off, flying straight in its direction.
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i unsubscribed because it was a lot of money every 4 weeks, this was back in December. i reapplied 5 days ago because i'm almost out of testogel and i can now afford to pay this.
i asked them how i would go about doing this and if i would need to pay set up fee again or follow up sessions. i was told no and no. when i finally did i got an email back the next day or 2 after i reapplied that i need to fill out the appraisal form again (or at least the medical part but i had to do it again and thats what i was given in the email). i was told to book a follow up session and because of how i only have money for 3 months testogel and the subscription and that i was told i wouldn't need to pay for and have a follow up session i asked if i could do that another time when i'm more financially stable.
i then got to a point on the form that if i was reapplying to then pay £55 to set it back up, i was again told i wouldn't need to pay anything, so i put the other option and explained what i was told. i then filled the form for a new prescription.
i then got another email the next day saying i could only request for one bottle of testogel because of their partner pharmacy could only give one at the time and to just request another when it comes, i said thats fine.
now i'm just wonder how long exactly this is going to take, am i going to have to wait almost 2 months like i did when i first applied? will it be shortened due to them having already done this? i'm worried because i likely only have a day of testosterone left that i'm currently not using until i know when ill get another bottle.
now, i just feel like i shouldn't have canceled my subscription because i'm now likely just going to have to pay what i previously would have anyway, if not more lol.

Hello again. As some of you might remember, I run a small B&B close to a National Park with mountains, hills and forests. The vast majority of our guests are lovely (if a little boring for this particular subreddit). Here's a little gem that happened this weekend, though.
Let me introduce you to "The Girls" as they call themselves - all caps. Let's call them Mel, Liz, Laura and Cece - all in their fifties and on a little getaway from their husbands and teenage kids. They came in on Friday around 4pm and, after sitting down with me for check-in and our little "welcome to our B&B, this is the common room, feel free to use it at any time" spiel, they immediately brought out several bottles of Rosé Cava - not without offering me to join them for a glass or three. Having a few more check-ins, I politely declined, bu enjoyed seeing them getting ever merrier and even drawing another two women into their card games at the fireplace.
Loud and motherly, Mel is the self appointed "ringleader" and loves drawing everyone around her into conversation. According to her, she loves hiking a lot and food even more, "hence my figure" - which, granted, is a bit stocky. Her brown eyes framed by dark, greying curls and the hard-to-miss bright red spectacles have deep laughing lines around them.
The Girls are well-equipped for a long weekend on the trails: high end, well worn hiking boots, sustainable outdoor wear (in line with Cece's faded "Greenpeace" shirt from the 90s and Laura's vegan option for breakfast) and sensible layers for the unpredictable weather this time of year. Finally, some guests I don't have to worry about sending out into nature. The next day (Saturday), at breakfast, I recommend them my favourite hiking trail: out the door, up and around the hill with sweeping views of the forests and mountains. On the way back, following a stream to a beautiful, mirror like lake. Along the outlet on a bit of an advanced trail to a slightly hidden, cute little waterfall and back through the forest. All in all, it should take around four hours (five with breaks) - plenty of time between their start around 11am and their bookings at the restaurant next door at 6 and the sauna for 8pm.
3:15 pm - I'm in the garden pruning some plants for spring when my phone rings. It's Cece. "Hey, I'm really sorry to bother you, but Mel fell into the water. She is kind of wet..." (Muffled sounds, Mel comes on the phone. Laughing. A good sign.) "Yeah, I did a typical Mel. Listen, I can't seem to walk well. Is there any way your partner could come and pick me up? We're at the waterfall."
Why my partner (Chris)? He is active with the hiking club and as a trail maintenance volunteer has permission to drive the car on the forestry trails. Worried, I tell them to wait at the lake (closest pickup point he can drive to) and pry Chris away from ironing next week's laundry for the B&B. I can't go with him (the car's a five seater and there are four Girls), but here is what he later told me:
Arriving at the lake, he walked towards the waterfall and found the four of them in good spirits, albeit a bit cold - with not one, but TWO of them sopping wet: Mel and Liz. After some deliberation, he led Mel and Liz to the car, put a tarp on the back seats and drove them home. Apparently, Mel insisted that Laura and Cece "finish the beautiful walk for all of us" - which they did.
Back here, I received them with fresh towels and was worried to see that Mel wasn't just wet, but also limping. I offered to call emergency services (our country has good health insurance), but she declined with one of her typical laughs and opted for a shower instead. Assisted by Liz, she limped off to their apartment, the two of them leaving a trail of water and mud all the way to their door. Which, I should add, Liz offered to clean up herself - Chris, my sweet guy with a mop already in hand, wouldn't hear of it.
An hour later, after Laura and Cece had also returned and showered, The Girls were back in the common room and opting for the Mulled Wine I offered them after the cold dip they had. This time of year, the mountain streams are barely over freezing temps after all. Finally I got to hear the whole story: apparently Mel did a real classic - posing for a photo in front of the warerfall, she slipped and fell backwards into the water. Luckily, it was a stream and not a ravine. With the stream bed being muddy as well as rocky, Liz had to half-jump in herself to help Mel, who had lost her balance completely and apparently twisted her knee in the process. She got lucky not to hit her head, though, and is in good spirits.
Laughingly, they show me the "before" and "after" photos - Liz and Mel posing sopping wet and covered in mud, but clearly laughing in front of the waterfall.
After having a good dinner next door (and apparently befriending the owners), The Girls spent an hour in our sauna before opting for an early night. This morning, after breakfast, it was time for check-out. I was glad to see that Mel was doing much better, but wearing pajama pants at breakfast. She explained why, too - not that I asked, but she loves (occasionally over-)sharing. Apparently she chafed her legs badly while walking back from the waterfall to the lake in her wet pants - and the only thing she could bear wearing this morning were her PJs. At least the knee is doing much better after the sauna, apparently.
While checking out they made their next booking for a long weekend in June. "Have to finish that hike, after all!"
Gotta love The Girls.

I'm at Rachella because well.... scandovol is forcing me to catch up. She was crying about all her life talking has been hard for her, expressing what she thinks. She seems to copy the girls in a single white female way but in reality it is a survival technique for neurodiverse especially women.It's masking. Her hyper femininity also comes into play here. She did pageants because in a way they train you how to be more socially adept. I remember for example copying my girlfriends and sisters to blend easier during highschool since JR high was hell.
I have two sons with autism at different levels and I suspect I may also be somewhere on there although my verbal language abilities are not as stilted. Women are very under-diagnosed I mean in my own journey for a dx I've wanted to give up because of the misconceptions of what autism or adhd look like in womenThe way she speaks reminds mea lot of some of the kids we do therapy with for social skills.
I'm not excusing what she did at all because she knows right from wrong but I honestly skipped seasons to try to catch up because it was a snoozefest. I used the search but didn't find anything except her hinting she had a learning disability as a kid.Just wondered if she ever said she was neurodivergent?

I think I may have been to Busch Gardens Williamsburg when I was a kid. Maybe. Memories are vague. I'm planning on taking my daughters, 13 and 15, to Williamsburg area for a night before heading on to DC. We might do something like a ghost tour on arrival in Williamsburg, and then the next day at the park.
We're basically first-timers and know nothing of BGW. Where do we start? What do we need to know? We live near Cedar Point. I grew up going to Geauga Lake and Sea World. I've frequented Disney World enough, and my daughters frequent it even more with my ex.
But BGW? We're baby giraffes that haven't found our feet yet. Help.

Because I am on Steve's side and I can't make myself to feel bad for it, or to feel bad for Jonathan actually. I get that the camera is not a cheap thing by any means and Jonathan probably could not afford to just buy another right away and I was feeling bad for him for that, but he kind of has himself to blame in my opinion.
Like I absolutelly do think that Steve maybe could have handle the situation better, but at the same time him doing what he did made sence at the moment... Steve just found out that Jonathan took pictures of his girlfriend that was a) not aware of that he is doing so and b) shirtless. Like Jonathat had this coming, because no one was forsing him to take these photos nor he had a reason to take them (and being shy or socially akward and prefering to "observe people" is definitely not explenation that would like make it ok or anything). He was there to look for Will so like keep looking Sherlock and stop capturing very private moments of other people... or did he think that Will is hiding in Steve's bedroom or something?

Hi,
I am an inexperienced car owner and driver, and I have a 2022 Corolla.
Here is the video footage in question: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fa24xIqdgKk
I live at a place whose driveway is at the back of the house and is accessible through a back alley. Recently, the ice has started to melt, which has resulted in the tracks being deeper, relative to the un-tracked portion of the alley way. As you see in the video above, as I was driving down the alley, I heard quite loud scraping sounds. I assume that this is the sound of the underside being scraped by the ice.
On the next day, my car actually got stuck in the alley, and I had to eventually have it towed. It was my first experience of car towing. The tow truck driver first attempted to dislodge my car by dragging the front passenger rim using his chain. It was quite painful to see the car being dragged in that way. This did dislodge the car, but I was still unable to drive it down the alley, because it then got stuck in a new position. So, he had to tow the car to the pavement. Now, I simply park on the street.
Two questions:

1. How bad was it for the car's underside to be scraped by ice? Should I be concerned?
2. How bad was it for the car to be towed in the way I described above? Should I have the rim inspected to see whether it has been misaligned as a result? I have not noticed any obvious abnormality while driving the car since then. But then again, I am a very novice driver.

Any input is welcome. Thanks!!!

How do I do this? someone from global tried helping me but I could tell English wasn't their first language and I was embarrassed to keep asking questions.
From what I gathered you have to use a map like Acid Cavers with multiple bosses. Use ritual craft until the ritual lands on the boss, use a ritual vessel on that ritual. Then open another map with that blood filled vessel. I did this but did not get the challenge.
What exactly am I misunderstanding here? How do I do this challenge?

I had top surgery 5 years ago as part of my 8 years of transition. I’ve been detrans for three years now. I’ve been on the fence about getting a breast reconstruction/implants during those three years, but it was never about whether I wanted to keep my flat chest or not, it was always about “do I want more surgery? Will I be fine with a foreign object in my body?” (Sensory issues, I’m worried I’ll never get used to it, although I did get used to a chest without breasts, so maybe I’m worrying for nothing) and “I really, really want breasts again, I can’t stand how undesirable I feel and I can’t get over how many clothes I like I can’t wear because they look weird with a flat chest” and fuck I don’t know, I just don’t want to be flat anymore, I lost a part of me to the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, I don’t even regret testosterone as much as I regret the surgery. I know it won’t be the same, but it’d be better than what I have (lack) now.
But here comes my problem. I have reached out to 4 surgeons. One never answered, one told me “what if you change your mind again?”, even after 3 years of living as woman and after having undone absolutely everything that I could (all of my legal documents have been changed back, I got rid of all the facial hair I had with laser and electrolysis, and while I know those things don’t make me a woman, I grew out my hair and dress in a feminine way because that’s who I truly am, but what I want to say is that no one who sees me in public would gender male, that hasn’t happened since the beginning of my detransition), another one told me they “don’t know how to work with post top surgery chests” and the other said that’s not something they do. All four of them are breast reconstruction surgeons. They never asked once to see my chest before declining. Out of desperation I reached out to the surgeon who did the mastectomy, but I was not in the least surprised that I never got an answer, and to be honest, I get why. The three surgeons who answered me and declined all referred me to the transgender clinic that does the SRS surgeries for the whole province, and I don’t trust them for obvious reasons. Apparently they also do cosmetic surgery on cis people, but I never could find any results anywhere, which is another reason why I don’t trust them.
So at this point I’m considering going out of province like I did for the top surgery. I’m just wondering if I should even mention the mastectomy was part of a gender transition I regretted, because as soon as I said that, the others wanted nothing to do with me without even looking at my chest. But since it’d be out of province, I would have no choice but to mention it, I think, because I’d have to go there by plane anyway, so I can’t just fly there just to be turned down. I just have no idea how to word my request in a way that would maybe at least make them consider it? I looked at many surgeons’ websites out of province and they had results on chests that look similar to mine in shape, so I don’t know.
Or alternatively, if anyone knows of a Canadian surgeon who would be willing to do it, please tell me.

Hello! Verizon messed with their service on one of their updates somehow and now myself and a lot of others (from what I see in forums) are having trouble with our 2.4 devices. I tried setting up an IOT on the CR1000a but every 2 or 3 days it disappears and I need to reset my router.
Someone suggested hooking up my old G1100 to the CR1000a and have it run it's own wifi where I will only enable 2.4 and connect my small devices to that. I attached the LAN to WAN technique and see I'm supposed to change the IP Address on one of them. Both websites for each routers have a lot of different numbers and settings so I'm not sure exactly which one needs to be changed. If someone could walk me through these specifically that would be an amazing help!
Once again thank you and screw you Verizon for whatever you did! Ughh

Okay so I remember seeing somewhere that luffy can eat so much because his stomach keeps stretching no matter how much he eats. That got me thinking, in what other ways did his df possibly influence his body... First we know his entire body, including bones and organs are made from rubber. My first thought was, could it be that luffy is stupid because electric signals have a rough time getting through the neurons in his brain because it's rubber? And yes luffy was pretty dumb and simple when he was a kid as well, but that's when he ate the fruit. It's possible that because he at the fruit at such a young age, it hindered his brain developing and forming new neuron networks and pathways. This could also explain why on drum island, he wasn't cold until someone pointed out it was cold. The electric signal that was supposed to take the information from his nerves to his brain, is late due to his brain and nervous system being made out of rubber. This would also explain stuff like Luffy not remembering names well, and being ignorant towards obvious logic.
Some other stuff I thought of is that luffy's seemingly incredible poison tolerance could be because his liver is somehow effected by his df. I know his later poison immunity comes from him surviving so much venom and poison , but even before he developed the immunity he showed a strong resistance towards them.
Obviously his bones can't be broken with blunt force and his skin can't be penetrated unless the object is sharp.
And since his blood vessels are rubber they'd have a harder time clogging and causing a stroke.
Rubbery muscles and tissue also means no hernia probably.
Since his stomach always goes back to it's original shape, like rubber does, no obesity as well,
And if something get's stuck in his air way he just needs to stretch, so choking could also be off the table in terms of medical dangers to luffy.
Any medical condition cause by high blood pressure is also probably not a problem since luffy basically makes his blood pressure go through the roof on purpose in gear 2.
That's all I can think of rn, but my point today is, luffy's fruit is a dream fruit for anyone who just wants to live a risk free life . (you might end up a simpleton though )

Hello, I have received a remote Data Entry/ Administrative Assistant position from a company called "Watts & Hughes Construction", apparently it is based in NZ and they are looking to branch out in the US . I did apply to a bunch of remote jobs recently but I don't remember if I applied to this one or not.The website looked legit and I even received a job offer letter . The only bad thing is that interview was done over Signal the messaging app so idk if this is legit or not.

Hey everyone,
I recently installed NixOS with the XFCE Desktop environment in a VM, but I want to switch from XFCE to bspwm. I've been using Fedora bspwm for over 2 years now and I'm excited to see what NixOS has to offer. (Did it even make sense to install it with an desktop environment or should I have just installed NixOS without a DE).
I'm wondering where to start with the switch. What steps do I need to take to uninstall XFCE and install bspwm? As someone who's new to NixOS, what's the best way to get started with it? Are there any resources or guides that you recommend?

Title, I have 0 idea what norse paganism is to be completely honest but recently she and her friends did a ceremony of sorts and dubbed her the princess of her friend group, and she only told me that people vowed to protect her, but I'm wondering if that's truly all that there is to it or if there's anything i should be worried about.

I always feel like I'm in a dream 24/7 I have trouble remembering things and things that happen in the past seem like a really long time ago I constantly zone out. Also a few days ago I completly zoning out and couldn't even say my name until 30 minutes later. Yesterday I went to the hospital cause I was cutting myself. Also sometimes I get these things where a rainbow flash of light moves around and then I couldn't see out of half of my eye until a couple minuets later. They diagnoesed my with depressive disorder but I don't know what the rainbow light and not seeing half of my surroudings for around 3-5 minuets. I also don't know why I feel like I'm in a dream. I did some research but I don't think I have it because I don't have trauma.

I wonder if any of you have experienced similar things before, maybe during meditation? These had happened to me spontaneously well before I started to meditate regularly, and I couldn't not even get close to anything similar since then.
The first one happened about 25 years ago, when I was still a teen. It was the middle of the night and we were up at a friend's apartment, the others were talking and I was just quietly sitting there. Suddenly - I don't know how to explain well - I found myself in a different state of mind, and I had a vision. In that moment it became crystal clear to me that every morning when I wake up, I kind of "put on" my personality like one puts on their clothes, and this personality defines my life so much like a prison, there is no escaping from it and you need to live all your life among this restraint. So I felt it was two different "entities" in me - the eternal one without the restraints and the other one, which is my actual personality with all the boundaries, which will never break out of the cycle. It was a very strange and strong feeling. I was surely in a different state of mind because for those minutes I didn't even know where I was..
The second one happened a few years ago when I was walking home on a rainy evening after work, really tired. Suddenly I felt so intense happiness that I had literally never felt before in my life, I felt one with the universe, absolutely calm and content as well at the same time, it was out of this world.. ( I had no particular reason, especially as I was going through a kind of rough time in my life) It was again a very strong feeling out of the blue, like a flash of lightning and did not make sense at all afterwards.
So what do you think, what were these, spontaneous flashes of consciousness or just mind playing tricks? I never manage to get into either of these states while meditating, not even close.. And I guess I can't force it :)

Title says it all - talk about the anime you watched this past week that are not a part of this Winter 2023 season (like Kubo-san won't let me be Invisible! or Spy Classroom), or a show that's continuing from previous seasons (like Mairimashita! Iruma-kun Season 3).
With regards to Fall 2022 shows, however, it would be fine to write about them as long as you only began them after they finished airing. For example, it's fine to talk about watching Bocchi the Rock! or Mob Psycho 100 III) if you started them after the final episode aired. Obviously, use your best judgement on this.
Please use spoiler tags; it's super simple stuff. An example below:

 [KonoSuba Ep 9] >!"THIS WAS A VERY BAD EPISODE, DARKNESS DID NOT DESERVE THAT!< 

comes out to be [KonoSuba Ep 9] "THIS WAS A VERY BAD EPISODE, DARKNESS DID NOT DESERVE THAT
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I just got a new Mini 3 pro to replace the one that I purchased yesterday. The one that I bought yesterday was defective and would lurch forward and flip on takeoff so I returned it and got a replacement today.
Unfortunately, this one seems to have an issue with the RC controller, though I'm hoping that it will be an easy fix. My location services don't seem to work on this controller, with the location service indicator in the top left next to Fly Spots stuck on "locating...". If I go into Flyspots I am shown a blank blue screen rather than my location. I am connected to WiFi.
My controller from yesterday did not have this issue at all, it immediately determined my location. I already tried restarting, then factory reset the controller, but it has not helped. I am hoping that updating my firmware will fix this issue, I am waiting for the drone to fully charge before I can update the firmware.
Any advice on how to fix this issue?
Edit: Fly Spots shows a blank blue screen because it thinks that I am in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean apparently...

Classes are going to get nerfed/buffed. Things will change. For example, on launch, don't play hydra sorc cause it did well in the beta when you actually like WW barb. There will be many many many seasons which will bring a slew of changes that will effect every class.
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Play the class that fits your power fantasy. It will be okay and you will have fun.