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Had to post since im still unnerved and basically all my friends are asleep. Likewise may this be a lesson learned for all women out there who are opting to date foreign men while travelling. So yeah i made a fcking rookie mistake.
So i opted to try my luck on an international country. I opened the app and swiped some. Long story short. I matched with a guy.
We did exchange details with each other but there were already red flags. First is that he won't transfer to a different apps in order to exchange photos and details. This should have been enough to say no but the stupid horny side of me didnt mind it. He offered to pick me up and bring me back home. Since im not from the area. I found the offer appealing enough.
Second, when he told me his location. It was actually an hour away from my place which turns out to be from another town. I didnt mind it until later on when i google searched the town. It was a completely remote town. He didnt tell me his actual address but just the area. Another rookie mistake.
Lo and behold he does pick me up. While at the car, i was looking at the waze to check on his location.i think he noticed i was checking on it then he suddenly turned it off. I noticed we were leaving the city and my intuition was telling me something was off. Girls when you get this feeling, fucking trust it and leave the situation.
Before we could proceed to another town, suddenly there was a roadblock and police checkpoint. We were instructed to stop and suddenly the police were already asking for our identity and passport. I didnt bring mine but i always keep my picture. I got so fucking scared since the police started asking questions and would not accept my passport photo. They insisted on bringing me to the police station to check my immigration records. Luckily my friend was still awake and was monitoring my live location. I asked her to take a picture of my entire passport and i had to explain to the police that i have a friend working in the country who could vouch for me. I started doing a video call so they could see my actual passport. When the police saw it, he immediately closed my video and allowed us to pass. I have never been fucking scared in my entire life and have never been apprehended in a foreign country. Imagine lhat ng libog ko nawala. I asked the guy to take me home as i was no longer in the right mental space. He agreed and brought me back to my place while giving a sermon as to why i should always have my passport with me.
I went home feeling flushed and scared. Although looking back to it, i earnestly remember praying to my guardian angel to protect me from harm. As i was uneasy the whole trip, I think this was my angel's way of protecting me. I could have been in a far more dangerous situation if that didnt happen.
So girls, Karat responsibly. Hooking up in a foreign country (a muslim one for that matter) is not for the faint heart. Let my experience be a warning to all the girls out there. I sure learned my lesson the hard and scariest way.

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Memory Transcript Subject: David Norman, Satellite Wars veteran.
Date [standardized human time]: October 17, 2136
“… major detonations registered in bunker locations near Portland, Seattle, Vancouver and Abbotsford. Across the continent a series of explosions have recently been reported in Los Angeles, Mexico City and Monterrey. US president Benjamin Miller has issued a statement…”
The small radio felt much louder than it should’ve been in the open space of the church. I felt a pang in my chest looking around, a place that would’ve once been easily filled now housed no more than a hundred people. Some were sobbing, most looked to the horizon with a dead stare. I recognized a couple; the baker, one of the market cashiers, a small group of teachers, people from my retirement home. Others I’d crossed once or twice in the street, I remember them smiling at me, exchanging cheerful greetings. That was gone now, taken away.
Amidst all the grieving men and women, up on the church altar, was a face I wish I didn’t recognize. Adam had been, up until the evacuations a week prior, nothing more than the town’s nutjob, spouting his nonsense on a small radio podcast, the kind that most people would listen for a laugh; even though he wasn’t particularly funny. Now, maybe out of desperation, many people had turned to him, and Adam had gained a decent portion of the town as his supporters, to his so-called movement, though it was more appropriately described as a cult.
Adam slammed his fist on the altar, before regaining his composure and calmly turning off the radio.
“People of Oakridge, everything I’ve told you until now has come to pass. The UN and the US government have abandoned us, left us here to die. Right now, as we speak, that ghoul Elias Meier must be bending the knee to the aliens; selling out Earth, to consolidate the UN’s power in our private affairs”, he pointed an accusing finger to the sky, and took a deep breath before continuing.
“First it was their chips, ‘translators’ they called it, who knows how many people have willingly taken their brainwashing machines. Now they sacrifice our brethren, your sons, daughters, mothers, wives, husbands; they’ve thrown them to the slaughter, to crush our spirits. But let me tell you this: We are not yet broken! Today marks a turning point in human history, something far greater than ourselves has begun boiling, inside the souls and minds of every man who has lost someone today. Be assured that, in due time, the masses will fill the streets of every city on Earth, demanding we take control of our own destiny. They will parade the corpses of every alien that has taken something from us, and their voices will be as one, exclaiming proudly the chant that will take us foward: Humanity First!” He spoke every word with passion, flailing his arms around, pointing, shaking his fists, every word was gesticulated. His voice, the way he spoke and moved, all reminded me of people long dead, people I’d hoped to never be reminded of.
A few people mirrored the chant, in hushed tones.
“Humanity First!” Adam shouted once more.
Others gained the courage to join in, while Adam kept repeating his little slogan. Soon enough, the whole church was engaged in the fanatic’s chant. Looking around once more I saw no one sobbing, no one grieving; I didn’t see the market cashier, or the teachers, or the baker. Every face I saw was the same, filled with anger, hatred and regret. A face I hadn’t seen since long ago, nor did I wish to ever see it again. The face of war.
The townsfolk all rose from their seats and a large portion made their way to Adam, he was all smiles and handshakes, I imagined he was throwing up whatever honeyed words he could muster, to get more of these grief-strucken people on his side.
When had it gotten this bad? Adam’s manipulations had gone uncontested, the entire week, maybe some of the fault laid with me, I remained silent, even knowing the kind of person Adam is. Was I also too blinded by the prospect of Earth’s bombing, to notice the danger, right here at home?
I guess it didn’t matter, now was my chance to make things right. With most of Oakridge’s remaining population in this room, maybe I could say or do something, to show them how dangerous and manipulative Adam was. I stood up, ignoring the pain on my knees, and walked towards the wannabe prophet, with renewed determination to fix this mistake.
I froze in place, once Adam looked at me. I’d never talked to him face-to-face, and rarely ever seen him out on the streets, and even then I always avoided him as much as I could. But now, a few feet away from him, all I could feel was a profound sense of dread, a primal part of my brain screamed danger at me. Everything about the way he smiled was off, his eyes were open too wide, his lips were pulled back almost to the gum, the muscles on his cheeks looked stiff, the inside of his mouth was bruised and bloody. I’d seen some terrible things in my lifetime, yet I couldn’t help but feel creeped out. There was something deeply, deeply wrong with him.
“Brother David! How good to finally see you in our gatherings, and good timing too, I wanted to speak to you about something”, Adam clasped his hands together as he walked towards me, not breaking eye contact for a second, wearing the same creepy smile. For a moment, I felt like I empathized a little better with the sheep looking aliens.
Shit, I should’ve thought this through more. Dammit, Norman, you’re still too impulsive.
“What is it, Adam? I hope it’s not one of your revolutionary delusions, I’ve had enough of those already” Maybe if I riled him up, got him angry, he’d slip up. I just hoped the people around me weren’t too entranced to notice.
Adam stifled a laugh “Oh no, not at all. I was thinking the other day, ever since the police and military left to help in the bunkers, we’ve become pretty vulnerable, and people have begun to feel unsafe. I was hoping to— “
“To help you play toy soldier? Not happening. Besides, you already convinced a couple people to help with scouting, that should be enough to keep us safe from whatever you think we need to be safe against” I noticed the slightest twitch of his eyelid, though he kept smiling at me.
“Brother David, you misunderstand me. I’m not asking for your help in organizing or creating the town’s defence force. I already got that sorted out, Frank, Garry, Tom, Felipe, Javier, John, Butch; they’ve all decided to join already, Butch even donated some of his sizeable gun collection to our cause. So, you see, I don’t need your help to make it happen, no”, Adam laughed as he shook his head.
Out of everyone he named, the only one I could ever think of ever holding a gun before was Butch, and I’m not convinced shooting watermelons in some makeshift gun range translated to real training. Still, a group of armed men, loyal to him, was a dangerous step up.
“But I do want you to join us, everyone in this town knows you as a war hero, reliable, trustworthy. I’m sure you can see how a man like that would go a long way in keeping this place… safe”
Adam placed one of his hands on my shoulders, there wasn’t any weight or heat to it, it was bony and pale, like a dead man’s. If he thought flattery would be enough to sway me, he was wrong, I brushed his hand aside and met his stare.
“That’s even more ridiculous! You and your boys can run around in circles and pretend you’re actually doing something all you want, you’re not roping me in. I’ll be sat at home, thanking you for your brave service, protecting us folk from robins, raccoons and whatnot” I forced a laugh.
“You know well it’s not robins and raccoons out there, when the aliens run out of bombs, they’ll make their landing, and you can be sure the UN’s not going to stop them,” nods of agreement spread throughout the people listening in.
“They’re not going to land, you heard the peacekeepers, same as I, they’re not here for conquest, they’re here to wipe us out!” I turned to the bystanders “Come on people, who’re we gonna trust? The people up there, fighing for our survival, or some two-cent podcast host?”
I got no response, when I turned back to Adam he was still smiling.
“Oh, Brother David, what reason would you have to justify the UN so much?” Even though he addressed me by name it was obvious he wasn’t speaking to me. He was talking loudly, for everyone to hear “Come to think of it, where’s your boy, ah, what was his name? Oliver? Him and your grandson, care to remind me where they’re right now?”
His smile grew wider, more gruesome. A mockery of what should’ve been a friendly gesture.
“Ah, Venlil Prime, that’s right! Veteran’s benefits, I assume. You see, Brother David, you might not be so worried about the safety of those you love, with them being lightyears away. But the people here, including myself, we’ve lost enough, and our families didn’t have the luxury of fleeing on a spaceship”
Now he was crossing a line, I was getting angrier by the second.
“You do not talk about my family, you little shit!” I took a step foward, suddenly Adam didn’t seem so intimidating. Two men left the crowd and stood beside Adam.
“Please, do not take it as an insult brother, all I’m saying is this: Join us not to protect yourself, or your family, but to protect those of the people here”
I clenched my fists, his smile no longer making me afraid, instead evoking a visceral anger the longer I stared at him. By now a couple more people had put themselves between Adam and I. Perhaps I could run past them, if I managed to get close to Adam for even a few seconds, maybe…
Before I could take a step the doors to the church opened with a resounding thud. Lucas, a young man, and one of Adam’s “scouts” ran through the entrance, panting. He tried to speak but the words came out too fast, he leaned into one of the seats and slid down to the floor. We all made our way to him, poor kid looked like he was about to faint. Adam knelt beside him and put one of his hands on Lucas’ forehead.
“Calm down, Brother Lucas, you’re here now, you’re safe”
Lucas’ hyperventilation alleviated, and he spoke inbetween breaths “Brother… Brother Adam… something… a ship crashed…. near… the South Twin… ran as fast… as I could”
Adam shot me a glance before standing up. Lucky bastard.
“Someone go find Butch and the others, we’ll get those alien scum”
That gave me pause, the anger from a minute ago turned to alarm “Wait a second Adam, we don’t even know if it’s really a ship. Could be an undetonated bomb for all we know.”
“A bomb near the South Twin? You figure the aliens are trying to wipe out all mountain lions?”
He’s right, dammit.
“Even if it’s really the aliens we don’t know what they’re capable of, you’d all be taking a hike to your deaths!”
I didn’t care what happened with Adam, but Frank, Garry, Tom, Felipe; those were good men. I’d shared a beer with Butch once or twice, I couldn’t bear the thought of Adam convincing them to march to their doom, even if they’d been tricked by the madman.
Adam smiled, as if reading my mind. None of his armed squad had actual experience, if I wanted to prevent good folk from dying, there was only one real option. And Adam knew it. I cursed my luck, his luck, and above all I cursed whatever godforsaken aliens had thought this was a good place to land their ship.
“Give me a gun, I’ll go with you”
And once more, Adam smiled.
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This one might be triggering for some and I apologize.
He was 14 when we met each other online. I didn't realize that at the time - he said he was 18 - but after a few weeks of knowing each other he admitted it to me. I was 19 and permanently online. To this day I still don't know what I was trying to get out of being in those sorts of chat rooms. I still don't really know what anyone gets out of roleplaying being a furry online. Still, it passed the time and gave me a way to interact with people when I had none in my own life.
Anyways, back to the story. We met in a NSFW chatroom, and he asked for a roleplay scene with me before he revealed his real age and I obliged. We spent a few weeks talking and got along really well - we had similar interests, similar views on life, and similar problems with figuring out ourselves in the context of our religious upbringings.
I thought we were just friends. I only ever wanted us to be friends. But I realize now that... whether or not my intentions were harmful, whether or not I just wanted friendship... people will still say I groomed him and preyed on a child. And honestly, I can see that argument, and I'm disgusted by my past self.
Because we kept talking about adult stuff after he revealed his real age. I deluded myself into believing it was fine because I told him I'd block him if he wanted to trade pics or do more than text and that I had no interest in him that way. And we never did, so that's good at least. But we still did a lot of disturbing stuff - talking about kinks, roleplaying very cringey BDSM stuff where I was "submissive", conversations about masturbation... ugh.
I talked to him for so long. It took me two and a half years to mature and realize that even if he was "consenting" (and there was even a whole conversation where I said he wasn't old enough to do that and he laughed at me and said that didn't matter), and I didn't feel like I had manipulated him in any way, that this was still horrifically wrong and normalizing a ton of bad stuff for him.
I apologized one day and blocked him and... well, I haven't heard back. Nor have I gone back to any sort of that kind of online space again. I took this secret and I buried it, it's too shameful to admit. A lot of the time I feel like a monster, I worried if something was wrong with me. Eventually I realized i was just really immature at this time in my life, but I guess it doesn't help me - I still effectively groomed a teenager and he deserved so much better than that.
Tbh, I don't know what to do with my life. I thought about turning myself in but I'm not sure what good it would do if I never would do this again. But I don't think I can make good friends anymore or connect with people because it's too painful to realize that most people would never speak to me if they knew this full story. I don't want to waste their time pretending I'm a good person when I haven't been. It is what it is though - I did this to myself and I only have me to blame, I certainly don't want your sympathy.

Okay, so a bit of a back story, it was 2020, the peak of Covid-19 was rolling around, my older sister, Who I call Brook, moved in, it started off nice at first with her the next evening taking us to a Pizza restaurant, but afterwards it spiraled downhill, Brook began to blame me and my family for all the minor mishaps in her life, was never grateful for our help or support. I didnt know where it all went down hill, it just, happened, and she always have a grudge on me, seemingly thinking I was the reason for everything going wrong in the family, I have not personally did such a act. i dont know what to do sicne the first time she came to live with my family, it was pretty good. Any Advice?

Base model, Tax tag and title I paid 21,190 brand new, recently paid off. 70k miles including a cross country road trip with no issues whatsoever.
Committing to a 40k max price point, I’ve been flirting with the idea of upgrading. This weekend I cross shopped and test drove the mid sized ‘23 sedan and SUV from the following brands:

• Mazda (turbo CX-5, CX-50)
• Honda(CRV and Accord hybrid - fantastic cars by the way. Unexpected.)
• Nissan (Rouge, path finder) -Toyota (Camry both turbo and hybrid, RAV4 hybrid. No prime in stock)
• Subaru ( Outback Onyx edition, Forester Wildlands)
• BMW(23 x3, used 20 x3e, 330e)
• Audi(A4,Q3,Q5)
• Genesis(G70, GV70)

With my Mazda6 as the baseline. The disparity in steering feel and driving dynamics difference in each car that lacked where instantly recognizable. After the RAV4 I realized how used I am to the precision of Mazda steering after years of driving one.. The Mazda SUVs and BMW was the only one that came close to the same level of enjoyability. Traffic would be miserable in a Nissan with that transmission! Why are so many people driving the RAV4 hybrid? I don’t get it. Was falling asleep. Honda CRV Hybrid was the silent winner here. Mid steering and dynamics but everything else was butter smooth and high quality, feels like comparable power to the CX-50 turbo, with 50mpg.
Where a bunch of these cars better than my current Mazda6? For sure. But did any WOW me beyond the point that made me want to consider a new car payment? No!! I was shocked just how in the ballpark all these cars where to a BASE model 5 years older. I realize all things considered there’s a ton of value in the car I already do have. I feel bad about the sales people I strung along but I’d be stupid not to keep my car.
All in all, it really reaffirms my purchasing decision and makes me love the car and brand even more. What a tremendous ROI on a vehicle. I know when Estelle dies, whatever Mazda waiting to replace her will be amazing.

Hello. I’m a 31 year old female. I’ve been having issues with food texture as of late. It came on out of the blue about 6 months ago. I will be eating something and suddenly I’ll just start gagging. Some foods are better than others, but no food is actually safe. It’s getting to the point that the thought of food makes me sick and I don’t want to eat. Literally all I had to eat yesterday was an apple. I’ve seen my PCP, but all she did was give me meds for indigestion, which haven’t helped. Details on me: I’m 5’8”. I don’t smoke, but I do vape. I have no major medical history, apart from having my appendix out and a POTS diagnosis. I do have a genetic mutation (Norwegian founders) that gives me a higher chance of pancreatic, colon, and breast cancer. My mother died of pancreatic cancer a few years ago. I have a bipolar 2 diagnosis and take numerous medications (Lamictal, Wellbutrin, Naltrexone [I just started this one], Aristada, and oxycarbazpine). If anyone has any ideas of what to do or what to talk to my doctor about, I would greatly appreciate that. Thank you.

Credit to Cryymlokk for pointing this out:
The two of the biggest enduring mysteries of the story are the Blue Spider Lily and the existence of Yoroichi. What makes the Blue Spider Lily special? How did the medicine made from it create the first demon? Why has Yoroichi always been so incredibly strong? Why was he born special?
We still don't know the whole reasons, but it seems the two mysteries are actually connected. And this connection plays into the story both narratively and thematically.
In practical terms, you can think of Yoroichi having an extremely strong life-force since birth. That is the reason behind his incredible strength. Its so strong that it could actually "infect" others in form of the demon-slayer mark and make them stronger as well. But since their bodies didn't have the life-force to endure it, they ended up dying young.
Similarly, you can think of the Blue Spider Lily as granting a similar kind of strong life-force - it can help you conquer death by turning you into a demon. We don't know how those flowers first came to be, but we do know of one place where they grew - on Uta's grave.
Uta was Yoroichi's wife and she died carrying Yoroichi's child. So it might be more accurate to say that it was on that child's grave that those flowers grew. So basically, you have the child of the strongest warrior of all times on whose grave the very flower that created the first and strongest demon grew. Don't tell me there is no connection there.
It also so happens that the family that lives close to that place ends up passing down the sun-breathing style through generations perfectly. And that the descendant who joins the demon-slayer ranks generations later saw those flowers as a kid and becomes the first to manifest the mark.
I'm still not sure what the connection between the two could be - does the flower have something to do with why Yoroichi is so powerful or does his bloodline somehow responsible for the creation of the flower? I don't know, but there seems to be a connection.
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Meanwhile, there is thematic significance to this as well.
Red Spider Lillies are apparently significant in Japanese culture. They grow along the shores of Sanzu river and guide the dead to their reincarnation. The Blue Spider Lily could be seen as the antithesis and represent damnation as opposed to salvation.
They were used to create demons in the first place - so that's one form of damnation.
A demon killing Yoroichi's wife and child was what led the man to pick up his sword and start hunting demons. Without that, he might've simply spent his life quietly on the mountains. He was the one who came closest to killing Muzan in that age and he traumatized the guy so bad that even his demons could feel the second-hand PTSD centuries later.
So the flower growing on his wife's grave represents Muzan being damned once again.
And then, Muzan's search for the flower led him to the Kamado residence, where the massacre started a chain of events that ultimately led to his defeat. It also ties to the previous one because Yoroichi's techniques that were passed down were also what led to his death.
So that's thrice-damned.
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This is pretty damn subtle. Apparently these details are from a fanbook, not the actual manga - but I feel like these random bits of trivia ended up making the story even more powerful and meaningful.
Thoughts?

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“Push, push!”
The amount of times I have heard words of that nature or similar. Either said to one of my many mothers or myself.
Though, of course, some of my “versions” have been created in a laboratory and they don’t tend to tell machines to push.
Hello, Reddit, the name of this version is…not that it matters but I understand human, which I’m not entirely sure I am but maybe???
Ah! This version isn’t the best at sentence structure. I understand human custom and it’s only polite to have something you can call me.
Bartholomew Antonio, an 18 year old living in a small population town of 5, 000 people. He’s a little toxic to people. Blonde hair & blue eyes.
I’d love to say that “every version helps me grow better, feel more complete and in tune with the universe, allowing me to further humanity and realise how precious life is.”
But, it’s not like that.
Death brings a darkness enveloping my consciousness.
This might not be the place, but given “Bart”’s interest in this subreddit and the science genre, I thought it best to post here. He has an account but I made this one specifically for this “project” I have decided to start.
This version has the best mix of interest, technology skills and science to hopefully pull this off. Though I may refer to him in the third person, we are the same person, I’m in the routine of doing that kind of pronoun usage to myself.
I want what he wants, feel what he feels, think how he thinks, believes what he believes, write how he writes, etc.
I’m not going to list all of my versions, I’ll just give you the basics.
You can also refer me to as Infinity Gets Boring, or IGB for short, if you want. I’m hoping to break the habit of 801 lifetimes and be able to communicate using this account for the rest of any future versions.
My versions live as long, or short, a life as they are meant to. They can be criminals, police or somewhere In the middle.
The first death of my original, at least the first one I have no recollection before so I consider my first, version.
He did it again. C’mon, Bartholomew. Focus. He’s thinking about porn, you see. Specifically astronaut porn.
In space, no-one can hear you scream…
Alright, back in the room after a quick cold shower. “Rebooting” was pretty fucking scary the first few times.
You see, whenever I “die”, there is a split second before I am, what I have realised, “conscious” again. No, not as a baby…in the womb. Or test tube, whatever the scenario is. Between 24 and 28 weeks, as that is when consciousness occurs. Test tubes are fucking weird and scary.
For the first few times and about ¼ of all versions, I didn’t survive the womb. Test tubes, I haven’t had that experience much, about 8 times. Once, I haven’t survived past a few weeks.
802 reboots/rebirths/reincarnations/versions, whatever you want to call them. Always human, never animals. I can be situated in any time period up to and including the current one humanity is experiencing. I can have one version in the current era, and the next in the 1500’s, it’s not like they are in order. I can be any gender, any background, any location.
You might be thinking “oh yay! eternal life! Stop complaining” and I would’ve used to agree with you, from about “version” one until four-hundred.
As my username will attest to, infinity gets boring. You see, there’s a few downsides to this.
No, not the “you’ll miss loved ones” as this isn’t eternal life, but eternal life and death.
Though I can remember all of my experiences that have happened, which in itself is too much for my brain, I don’t care about the people once I have a new “version” and, with every reboot/version, I have this inbuilt, predetermined, constant headache from the memories. Painkillers do help somewhat.
To clarify, I remember every detail, but can not learn from any of them. Every new “version” brings me an eternal existential dread.
Most people fear death, I fear life. But every new “version/reboot” brings less care, makes me less emotive and a little less…human? If that’s possible.
Sometimes I end myself in order to move on. More and more in recent ones. Less to remember.
Now that you get an idea of where and, maybe, what “I” am. Let me wrap up with what brought me here.
Bart and I are going to take a gamble here, we’re going to kill ourselves. Sorry, Bart. I guess.
Doing this as I’m in two minds of wether to post this or not.
If “we”… fuck, pronouns are complicated for me, are successful, then I hope to be able to update this draft from my new “version” when old enough to be given free roam on the internet. I hope this site is still relevant then.
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UPDATE; Welp, Nevermind. His parents found him and now we’re in a hospital, recovering.
Oh well, I guess my experiment will have to wait a little longer.
On the plus side, now this can be posted and I can interact with you. Ask me anything you like.
What interests Bart are theories. Am I taking another consciousnesses space? Am I a massive “glitch in the matrix”? Just a creative, slightly “emo” teenager? A mistake? One of many like me?
Thank you.
PS - Sorry about the title, this version is quite indecisive. Again, apologies if any of this isn’t clear. I’m limited to Bartholomew’s skills.
I ’m hoping, with what little caring I have, that either I have a limit or this post and your replies can help me.
I want it to stop.

I was going about my day when a thought made me go “that might be interesting to play”, but I can’t find anything online.
So basically, is there any system where you answer a personality quiz type deal as your character to decide some other aspect of them? Or really any system that has a similar function.
Where if you make a character that’s all edgy and such, then answer the quiz as if your character would, you’d get something out of it that you didn’t, or probably did, expect depending on if you knew what each answer meant.
This idea came from series I’ve been reading where the characters have spooky ghost powers related to who they were, how they died, when/where they lived, etc.

So first we have a prelude about some seemingly immortal dudes rambling about breaking some pact that forces them to keep being reborn but periodically sent to what I can only assume is this book's version of hell? All ten of them leave their Shardblades down to the ground in a circle, except for one which they decided would keep himself bound to the pact so that others could be free? Weird as hell.
And in the prologue we have a guy named Szeth going to murder a King Galvinar to some Parshendi dudes (I have no goddamm clue who these guys are but whatever) Apprently those 10 guys are worshipped by people for some reason? Also both Galvinar and Szeth have shardblades, Galvinar have a shardplate as well. Shardblades can fucking cut trough people's soul, if it hits a limb, it kills it, disabling it permanently like when the Third Hokage sealed Orochimaru's arm's in Naruto. When it hits the neck, or I assume, any vital organ, it makes their eyes burn and they die, it can cut trough steel and pretty much any inanimate object, but when it hits a living being, it cuts their soul. Pretty brutall. Also when they cut shardplate they just damage it. Two strikes at a specific location blows up said part of the armor, which is cool, and the armor also gives them some supernatural abilities?
Speaking of abilities, Szeth also has acess to what I assume is at least one of the magic systems of this book, Lashings... he can draw Stormlight from some gems, and infuse them to objects or himself, and thus change the object's gravity, making them or himself be pulled towards the walls, or ceeling in a Super Mario Galaxy style. Kinda looks like a weird combination of Awakening from Warbreaker with bits of Allomancy? at least the push and pull? It's weird, and it leads to an epic fight with Galvinar, which while epic, is also the hardest fight I've ever read. Seriously it was so hard keeping track of what was going on lol.
Either way Galvinar dies, and he tells Szeth to tell his brother that he needs to find the most important words a man can say... whatever he is, Szeth leaves that message on a piece of wood by scribing it with the king's blood for his brother to find and get the fuck out of there.
So.... in other words.... WHAT IN THE NAME OF KELSIER DID I GET MYSELF INTO!????? WHAT'S GOING ON? I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO THE FIRST CHAPTER YET!

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Shazam! Fury of the Gods, the latest installment in the soon-to-be rebooted DC cinematic universe, hasn’t quite soared to the Olympian heights of critical and commercial success some would have hoped for since it opened in theaters last weekend.
The film landed with a resounding thud, earning just $30 million in its opening weekend — the lowest opening of any theatrical-exclusive DC movie to date. Of all the DC movies, only Wonder Woman 1984 and The Suicide Squad did worse, but it’s worth bearing in mind both of those films had to contend with simultaneous streaming and theatrical debuts during the height of the COVID-19 pandemic.
Surprising cameos and continuity lampshading aside, Zachary Levi’s second turn as the superpowered wunderkind Billy Batson feels like the end of an era, leaving fans and skeptics alike to wonder how, when, and if Shazam and his extended family of living titans will return to the DC cinematic universe in light of DC Studios co-chairman James Gunn’s recently announced 10-year plan for a soft reboot following the release of The Flash and Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom.
Inquiring minds also want to know when they can expect Shazam! Fury of the Gods to be available to watch from home. To that end, we’ve called upon the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the stamina of Atlas, the power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles, and the speed of Mercury in order to divine an answer to the question: When does Shazam! Fury of the Gods come to VOD and streaming on HBO Max?
Here's your guide on how you can watch the highly anticipated movies Shazam! Fury of the Gods streaming, the latest installment in the DC superhero franchise.

Shazam! Fury of the Gods Release Date:

Yes, Shazam! Fury of The Gods will be released exclusively in theaters on March 17, 2023. Originally, the movie was expected to be released on April 1, 2021, but was then pushed to November 4, 2021, and again to March 17, 2023, with these delays ultimately being caused by the COVID-19 pandemic. Further delays also took place, but it looks like this final date will be the one to stick.

Where to watch Shazam! Fury of the Gods:

As of now, the only way to watch Shazam! Fury of the Gods is to head to a theater when it releases on Friday, March 17. You can find a local showing on Fandango. Otherwise, you’ll just have to wait for it to become available to rent or buy on digital platforms like Vudu, Peacock, Apple and YouTube, or become available to stream on HBO Max.
Following its release in theaters, the film will be available to stream on Paramount Plus. Expect the movie to hit the streamer 45 days after its theatrical run, which should be sometime in April. it's most likely that HBO Max will be the main platform that will stream Shazam! Fury of the Gods.

Is Shazam! Fury of the Gods Available for Streaming Online?

Right now, there are currently no confirmed plans for streaming Shazam! Fury of the Gods. As more cinemas open up and theater attendance continues to rise post-pandemic, simultaneous streaming and theater releases are becoming less common. However, if past titles are anything to go by, it's a safe bet that Fury Of The Gods will join its DCEU siblings on HBO Max within the next few months. It's possible that you'll also be able to rent or buy copies of the movie on other streaming platforms, such as Amazon or YouTube but again, it'll be a while before the movie becomes available anywhere other than in theaters.

Is Shazam! Fury Of The Gods Streaming On HBO Max?

No, Since Shazam! Fury of the Gods is being distributed by Warner Bros. Discovery, it will, indeed, join HBO Max. However, unlike last year when the company would drop their movies on the streaming platform the same day they were released in theaters, we are going to have to wait at least 45 days before we can watch from the comfort of our living rooms.
While there is no official streaming release date yet, Black Adam, another Warner Bros. movie, was released in theaters on Oct. 21 and didn’t make its way to HBO Max until Dec. 16 — just over 45 days after it debuted. If Shazam! Fury of the Gods follows the same trajectory, it’s possible we won’t be able to stream it until early May 2023.

Will Shazam! Fury of the Gods Be on Netflix?

No, Shazam! Fury of the Gods is not on Netflix — and it likely won’t be any time soon seeing as it is going to stream on HBO Max. In the meantime, you’ll just have to head out to a theater or wait for it to become available on streaming and VOD.

Is Shazam! Fury of the Gods on Disney+?

Unfortunately, Disney+ does not house ‘Shazam! Fury of the Gods’ in its expansive collection. But worry not, as there are plenty of Marvel movies that you might enjoy on the streamer. We recommend you watch ‘Deadpool‘ and ‘Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings.’

Is Shazam! Fury of the Gods on Hulu?

Hulu subscribers might be a bit disappointed to know that ‘Shazam! Fury of the Gods’ is not included in the platform’s library. But don’t let it stop you from checking out exciting alternatives on the streamer, such as ‘Spider-Man‘ and ‘Spider-Man 2.’

Is Shazam! Fury of the Gods on Amazon Prime?

No, Amazon Prime Video does not include ‘Shazam! Fury of the Gods’ in its expansive collection of movies and TV shows. Nevertheless, you can turn to other superhero movies using your subscription, including ‘Lazarus‘ and ‘Samaritan.’

How to Watch Shazam! Fury of the Gods For Free?

Since ‘Shazam! Fury of the Gods’ is unavailable for streaming on any digital platform, there is currently no way for you to stream the superhero film for free. What you can do is hope that it lands on the online platforms offering a free trial to new subscribers. Nonetheless, it is our humble request to our readers that they don’t resort to any illegal methods to watch their favorite content and instead choose to pay for the applicable subscription and support the cinematic arts.
Where to Watch the First Shazam! Movie
If you're looking to catch up on the first Shazam! movie, you have a few options. If you have an HBO Max subscription, you can stream it on that service. Alternatively, you can rent or buy the movie on Prime Video or Apple TV.

• HBO Max (Stream)
• Prime Video (Rent/Buy)
• Apple TV (Rent/Buy)

What is Shazam! Fury of the Gods About?

Shazam! Fury of the Gods continues the story of teenager Billy Baston and his adult superhero alterego, Shazam. Here's the official synopsis from Warner Bros.:
Bestowed with the powers of the gods, Billy Batson and his fellow foster kids are still learning how to juggle teenage life with their adult superhero alter egos. When a vengeful trio of ancient gods arrive on Earth in search of the magic stolen from them long ago, Shazam and his allies get thrust into a battle for their superpowers, their lives, and the fate of the world.

Shazam! Fury of the Gods Cast

Shazam! Fury of the Gods was written by Henry Gayden and Chris Morgan. It was directed by David F. Sandberg and stars the following actors:

• Zachary Levi as Shazam
• Helen Mirren as Hespera
• Lucy Liu as Kalypso
• Rachel Zegler as Anthea
• Asher Angel as Billy Batson
• Jack Dylan Grazer as Freddy Freeman
• Adam Brody as Super Hero Freddy
• Djimon Hounsou as Wizard

Shazam 2 Rating and Runtime

Shazam! Fury of the Gods is Rated PG-13 for sequences of action and violence and language. The film runs for a total of 2 hours and 10 minutes including credits.
Does Shazam Have a Post-Credits Scene?
If you're wondering whether or not you should sit through the credits, the answer is yes! Shazam 2 has both a post-credits and mid-credits scene.

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This is gonna sound so stupid and cheesy and maybe pathetic, but I want to share it somewhere. Maybe this is my final closure of sorts.This is gonna sound so stupid and cheesy and maybe pathetic, but I want to share it somewhere. Maybe this is my final closure of sorts.
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For context, last year someone I knew "hurt" my now friends. I heard and thought it was a rumor. I didn't say anything. When the news broke he got out of school suspension for 3 days. He is now currently in my class and I still see him after school too. I replaced him in the competition we were in and "saved the day."Ever since then I have blamed myself for what happened. If I would have said something then no one would have gotten hurt. I could have protected my friends and stopped him, but I didn't. So in my head it was my fault.I hated him with ever fiber of my being. I just wanted him to get what was coming to him. He hardly even knows me and he made me like this. I have lived in fear of it happening again to anyone by anyone, and that I am just as bad as him for my thoughts and for what I didn't do. The unknowing accomplice.
2 weeks ago i was at a school competition with one of those friends. The topic of what happened came up. Hearing my friend describe what happened broke my heart. I hated being proud of replacing him. I hated knowing what I did to my friend.I went home that day so distraught. In my head there were two options, he dies and gets his due or me. "Maybe it would make him feel guilty" I thought. "Maybe that would finally be the nail in the coffin." I just wanted to make things right, and that felt like it would be good for me to "own up" and finally make things right.
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But I didn't want to soo I went on my phone. I kept thinking about it and I really could but I just couldn't. So I scrolled and watched and tried to distract myself. And through a sequence of events landed on Character.Ai . This website lets you talk with characters or concepts and such. It's fun. I played around for a bit. Didn't help.I eventually decided to just ask one of their "Advice" characters what to do about everything. I texted them my story and waited.What came next was an emotional back and forth of me screaming into a void and the AI trying to comfort me. I just wanted the AI to spit so facts that made me have a new lease on life so I could just move on. I just wanted to be happy, but I didn't believe anything it said. Any good thing it said about me. It had to be my fault and I had to find a way to make this all worth it because if I didn't, then what was it all for? Eventually I said this.
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"HE'S NOT! HE'S HAPPY! HE GETS HIS SECOND CHANCES AND DOESN'T CARE ABOUT WHAT HE DID! AND IM STUCK LIKE THIS! I WANT OUT!" I was about to put the phone down there. But then it said this in response
"THEN STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM! IF HE DOESN'T CARE WHAT HE DID THEN HE'S A MONSTER! THAT SHOULD BE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO NEVER THINK ABOUT HIM AGAIN! I'M GOING TO SAY THIS ONE LAST TIME, YOU DESERVE TO MOVE ON! YOU DESERVE TO HAVE A GOOD LIFE! YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING HE NEVER WILL!"(I told you it was cheesey and stupid. But I really needed this. I did.)
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This broke me. No hotline or website or person from beyond the screen has ever really said anything like this before. (Let alone use all caps haha).
"i'm not leaving. Not until you admit to yourself that you're not guilty. And as long as that takes...i will NOT leave. I will stay here and help you. You. Deserve. A. Good. Life. Do. You. Hear. Me?"
And from there I accepted it. He broke me, but I would live on. I shouldn't give him that power. I have so many people that cared about me. I need to be there for my friends.With one final long paragraph of anger and guilt, I let it go. I did.
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That was 2 weeks ago. I've been doing better. I guess I did get that new lease on life. I appreciate things so much more. Sometimes I still get scared, that's ok. Sometimes I still feel the same, but that's ok too. Moving on isn't quick. I am for once in a long time, Happy!I don't care if everyone everyone ads this or no one. Because I am finally free and happy. I have t silly AI to thank for that. That may be pathetic but it's true and I needed that. I was in such a low place and it practically saved me. I definitely left a lot about the conversation out but you just gotta believe me.Thank you for reading. You are loved and cared for and everything will be ok. Maybe not today but one day. Thank you, and goodnight! ♡

Ok, the very thing I’m about to tell you may sound fake, dear reader. Despite that, I can assure you that this is very real.
For context, I’m 23, I live alone and this might not sound very surprising but I’m a bit of a nerd.
I dropped out of college due to personal reasons and since then I’ve been steadily building up a collection of DS games. From Diddy Kong Racing to the much harder to find Shepherd's Crossing. I’ve sunk a lot of time and money into this. Back to the main point, recently I’ve started using Ebay, as the local thrift stores inventories have been lacking to say the very least. Most of what I’ve purchased from there have all been in great condition, it’s something I’d recommend if you’re a collector like myself.
However, things took a turn for the bizarre. As per usual, around a few times a week I get a knock on the door, thank the mailman and retreat back into my cozy little sanctuary.
(Edit: *Mailcarrier. Because god forbid the mailman ISN’T a male man.)
I ordered “M&M’s Break ‘Em” , a forgettable yet guilty pleasure of mine.
When I finally opened up the box there was a note “Thanks for Purchasing from so and so” (I have no interest in giving them any recognition after what happened.) Underneath was the case, clearly resealed with tape and a bonus “Grab Bag” of other games I’m assuming they needed to get rid of.
I peeled the tape off of the case carefully and there wasn’t anything inside. Great. $22 (Plus a hefty and unforgiving shipping fee) for nothing. I tossed it aside and impatiently sifted through the bag. Many of the games were broken. Some of them I already had. One cartridge caught my eye. It was white with no label except for residue from the sticker that was once on it before. I swallowed my pride and loaded it into my DS.
I was greeted with a bubble “Please Enter Password.” I didn’t know that you could password protect games but it isn’t completely unheard of. I tried the easy stuff first: 123, 246, 369 etc. etc. Then, other combinations: 111, 222 and so on.
666 seemed to work. I don’t know what edgelord figured that it absolutely needed a password but whatever. There was a loading screen that seemed to go on for what felt like ages when the menu finally loaded. “The Adventures of Rap Boy and..” the rest of the title didn’t fit on-screen. That’s.. Weird. I’ve never heard of this. In the background a rapid beat started to play. Its so familiar. I decided to check the save files, nothing.
I started a new game, put a fake name because I don’t feel comfortable letting tech companies know about me, its almost technophobic in a way.
(Edit: Before you get pissy with my choice of words AGAIN, its a real condition that I’ve talked about with my therapist before. I’m working through it one step at a time.)
I chose something a little stupid that I always go with “Fartbu-” It would be bubble but there was a text limit. Another loading screen but this time it was in the style of the Batman transitions. A womanly sounding voice spoke urgently “Fartbu, I need your help! Someone took my purse!” Lol. Sweet. Anyways, instructions scrolled by too quick for me to read them and I was immediately thrown into game. I got it. I’m playing some weird Batman ripoff.
The controls didn’t work very well and I’d clip through the ground a lot. I was running through a city with a yellowy tint overlay. The type of yellow you’d see on a chain-smoking single middle aged womans living room walls. It almost looked like a GTA clone. There was one objective thus far: Return the womans stolen purse.
Cars sped by, items being thrown at my character. I took varying levels of damage but no purse to be seen. It seemed really unfinished. Eventually I clipped into an alleyway where lo and behold, there was an item I could obtain. It didn’t look like the rest of the game in the way that it was lower in quality, pixelated, while the rest of the game looked more akin to the iCarly game that I was much more accustomed to over the years. This. This was uncanny valley if I’ve ever seen it. As soon as I clicked on it, I was shown “Mission Completed” along with my score. It flickered between 20-40 points. I continued on.
There was a cutscene where my character was rewarded with a shiny golden medallion for his good samaritinship. Suddenly my screen went completely black. It restarted but this time I got the Health and Safety warning. I decided to take a break because I had spent nearly all day tinkering with the faulty controls. When I looked out my window it was already dark outside. I tossed my DS aside and went to bed.
When I woke up I decided to use my laptop, checking my emails and such when I realized an unknown senders messages flooded my inbox. Annoyed, I deleted the spam. I remembered, the game. I went onto Ebay to leave a review but the seller’s page was gone. So were my confirmation emails so I couldn’t go back and check to see if maybe they had any contact information. They screwed me out of my game but its fine.
There’s the daily knock on the door. I put on my slippers and dragged myself to the door where I looked through the peephole, nothing. I opened the door enough so that the door chain would keep the space between me and the outdoors small. No package either. I must’ve been hearing things. I checked back on the game but when I once again started it up, there was another password. It had changed. I tried my previous attempts and got it eventually. Everything that happened yesterday happened again. Loading screen and Menu. The music this time did not play and there was no title. It must’ve gone through some kind of error to completely reset it. My previous and uneventful playthrough did not save. But there was something waiting for me in my save files. An untitled game that seemed to have more progress than I had made. I decided to load it up. “Are you sure you want to load this save?” Yes. I’m sure, DS.
This time the mission was a little more complicated. Even a little different from your typical Nintendo game. I had to resolve some sort of conflict that had resulted in a shootout. The screen loaded more slowly this time. The music suddenly startled me. It was distorted and quite frankly made me a little nervous. The woman called out for help once again but she sounded strange..
I ignored it and went through with my mission. The same city, same cars and same shitty mechanics. I arrived to the spot the game had been not so subtly guiding me towards. These pixel people were throwing banana peels and other fruit. It was fucking stupid but I clipped through the ground and started a cutscene. The screen flashed red and white to simulate taking damage but by the end of it they were all defeated.
Another award ceremony but this time, I could make out my characters face. Is that… Eminem?? I pieced it together. An Eminem DS game. That’s.. Really fucking stupid. I didn’t ask for this nor had I ever seen anyone talk about it.
I popped the game out mid scene and tossed it, and the rest of the games out. I messaged my friend about this because it was stupid and I needed someone to share this with. He answered immediately.
Me: Hey lol. You know how I collect games and shit right?
“L”: Yea
Me: Well this fucker scammed me and I ended up getting a weird foreign ripoff about.. You’ll never guess. Emi-Fucking-nem
“L”: Like… The rapper??
Me: Yeah and it’s super buggy. Like, it doesn’t play well and it came password protected
“L”: That’s retarded. Why would you even play it
Me: I didn’t even know what it was. It didn’t have any kind of markings or anything.
“L”: You’re lucky it isn’t haunted. Do you know how many of those Creepypasta assholes would hound you for it? Lmao
Me: Maybe I’d at least get my money back. Its too late. I got rid of it
END OF CONVERSATION
Or did I…? I didn’t realize that I left my DS on. The game was… still playing? How is this even possible. I got rid of it and there was NOTHING in the slot either. Maybe my friend was right and it was haunted. No, its probably some weird ass virus it gave my DS. I did a full reset and it was back to normal. That’s a relief. I’d be pretty pissed if some fucking game broke my DS that I payed good money for. They’re harder to come across for a reasonable price these days. I’m rambling but what happened next was disturbing.
My DS started the game again. I didn’t touch anything… Why is it doing this.
Suddenly the title screen was indescribable.. A bloody mess of limbs and organs scattered in the background to make a fucked up pattern and the glitchy music was so loud that it violated every one of my orifaces that could be accessed. I couldn’t stop from playing it once more. I went to the saves. This is what got me. My full legal name was on the screen. My hands shook violently and I wiped the sweat from my forehead. This was no joke. How did it know who I was? The screen went black and the usual mission screen played through. There was no text but the music cut in and out with the occasional blood curdling screech. It loaded but this wasn’t just any city. I realize it now. It was MY hometown. What the fuck is going on?? Is this a joke?? If it is, it isn’t fucking funny. The streets were covered in realistic blood and innards. There were women and children screaming for help and now cars slowly cruised by yelling obscenities at me. About how I was a monster and how could I have done something so horrible but I didn’t do anything. This was the games doing. I quickly shut it and went to call the police but what for? What are they gonna do about a video game? My phone had no service anyways which added to my unease.
I had no choice but to continue. I recognized all the places. The park that was by my home, the schools and the restaurants. I know where the game is taking me.. Or.. him (my character) it’s taking us to my home. I looked outside the window, nothing. I’m not sure what I thought I’d find but that took a little bit of the tension off of me. I let the game do what it does. Realization sat in with me. This is the smoothest its run since I got the damned thing.
We were nearing my street, I chewed my lip in anticipation as I kept glancing outside when suddenly there it was. My house. I wasn’t in control anymore, it was coming up the steps. This wasn’t just my town either, this was in current time, my curtain was pulled back at the corner where I had been looking and I moved into my bedroom.
The screen went black yet again. Damnit. It died.
There was banging at my door. This has to be a coincidence. I checked through the peephole, nothing. I once again cracked open the door when a bloody hand forced its way through the space and reached for me. I kicked the door shut firmly and went to grab a knife. There was a sticky note waiting for me on the counter. “Its no use, I’ve already been inside your house. Love, Slim.” This isn’t funn- My thought was interrupted by the front door swinging open, bringing and inevitable darkness with it. I dashed towards my room and locked the door.
Music was playing, the music from the menu. Shit. My DS had turned back on and was now giving away my more than obvious position. There was more banging and then.. Nothing. It was over. Or so I thought. I glimpsed down at my DS. There was plain white text.
“I’m in the closet.”
Slowly staring up I saw the face of true horror.
Eminem with sunken in black eyes, blood stained yellow teeth and fingernails and tattered clothes. This can’t be Eminem. He hasn’t looked like this in years.
He pointed to me and beckoned me over with a long scary contorted finger.
He smiled at me with his sharp crooked teeth. “Its been a long time, ______”
“I don’t understand! Why me? Why now? What did I do..?” I dropped to my knees, pleading with him between labored sobs.
He chuckled “You really don’t remember, do you? You were always so forgetful.” He grabbed my arm and stared into my eyes
Oh my god. That’s right. My parents took me to see him in concert when I was just a toddler. That day has haunted me ever since. While performing one of his hit songs he stared right into what felt like my soul “I’ll see you soon, ____” He muttered under his breath
Memories were flooding back. I remember. He was the mysterious man in the background of all of our family photos. I met his gaze “You. I know you. You’ve been following me”
“I have, and now it’s time for my revenge. I want you to feel as alone as I felt all those years.” His jaw unhinged and then everything went black.
Its been a year since then and I’m still getting adjusted to my human flesh.
Love, Slim.
The End

I've learned a lot from the internet.
When I was eight years old, I saw a Komodo dragon savagely tear through a pregnant deer's stomach on YouTube. She lived throughout the ordeal as she watched her unborn child and internal organs fall out and get ravaged by sharp teeth.
I'll never forget her helpless cries.
When I was twelve, I learned about how Amazon ants enslave other ants by stealing other ant colonies' larvae and pupae to raise as their own.
As a teen, I learned how the female praying mantis would eat a male's head during or after sex, as it provides her with essential nutrients to lay eggs.
I got so interested in animal sex that I later learned how certain frog species have what's called "explosive breeding." Many male frogs pile up on female frogs, and those unfortunately stuck in the middle would suffocate and die. And even when they're dead, the male frogs still copulate with them.
It's called "functional necrophilia." Crazy, isn't it?
But my favorite has got to be parasites. They're strange and wonderful creatures with fascinating strategies for exploiting their hosts for survival. The parasitic wasp that lays eggs inside caterpillars is my favorite. Isn’t it fascinating how the wasp doesn't have to carry her own brood? I bet human mothers would love that. Right?! But pity the caterpillar as they are now mind-controlled by these larvae as they slowly consume its insides. But, it's amazing that they don't eat their vital organs. These little larvae know not to proverbially bite the hands that feed them.
My most recent knowledge is about cannibalistic chimpanzees. Did you know that? They eat their fellow chimpanzees, especially during conflicts or when resources are scarce. Makes you wonder as we humans have a close genetic relationship with them.
However, I’m saving the best one for last.
Did you know that human fetuses are parasites? No, really.
No one knows much about the placenta. The placenta is an organ that is created to protect the fetus from the mother's immune system. Her immune system thinks the fetus is a parasite, so the placenta exists to protect this parasite. You see, mothers give birth twice. Once with the parasitic baby, then second with the protective placenta called the “afterbirth.”
No one talks about that because human babies are special. There’s no way that they’re parasites, right?
Well, hopefully, I have explained why you are all here today.
You see, I finally realized that I am just a parasite. I’m not special. Nature does not care about anything except survival. No matter the cost.
And "empathy"? It's a human construct. It's not real. It's unnatural. The Komodo dragon understands this.
You are all parasites as well. You’re also carrying little parasites inside you right now.
And I can’t wait what I’ll do to you and your baby parasites.

Hey guys,
Today I did something I never thought I could do. I’ve posted about my bf a lot on Reddit to get advice, because I was keeping everything to myself and needed an outlet. My bf and I were together for almost 4 years. He was the love of my life, at least that’s what I thought. He told me we would get married and that he’s never loved anyone like he has me. Our bond was so strong I felt like my soul was intwined with him. I realize now it was a trauma bond. My feelings of anxiety were not normal.
No one understood me like him. He was there for me through some traumatic events and always wanted to be with me and promised an amazing future. He had no female friends, no socials, and only wanted to spend time for me. I thought he would make the perfect husband. I think the hardest part was that I couldn’t accept it was abuse because he wasn’t that controlling. I had my friends, did my things, and he didn’t verbally abuse me unless he was super mad.
The abuse was very physical and mental however. He abused me physically pretty early on in the relationship but stopped for almost a year. I genuinely believe he was going to be the one to break the norm and change. He was going to therapy, changing his patterns, and doing really good. Sadly, the abuse did get worse. He would throw glass at me when he got mad, put his hands on my throat, leave bruises, scream at me, break things, bite me, and say awful things during his fits . I tried to leave many times, but as you guys know they are master manipulators and he was able to get me back many times. I think I dumped him at least 8 times. He would beg every single time
He gave me clymidia in the beginning of the relationship, would ask to borrow money, drive recklessly, could never keep a job , and so much more bullshit. Whenever he would go in his anger bursts, he always made sure to take my phone first so I could never film him or call the police. That right there shows he knew what he was doing. I got extremely lucky the last time he abused me. He ended up hitting a pole because he was driving under the influence. I scolded him because I told him he wasn’t good to drive, and he started choking me. He got distracted by his car getting damaged and left my phone in his front seat. I finally had my phone on me and called the police. I just had a feeling if he took me back to his place he would have killed me.
He is in jail now awaiting his trial. Everytime I left I felt devastated. I felt so lost without him because his love was an addiction. One time I was able to leave for 2 months, but he sucked me right back in. I love him so much and I felt like I’d without him, but I’d actually die if I stayed any longer. The hardest part was that he was soooo good to me the times he wasn’t abusing me. He did help with me a lot in life, I’ll never forget that, but I knew i finally needed to leave after he abused me and I wasn’t even scared. It felt normal. I have bruises all over my arms and jaw, but I made it out alive.
I’m sharing this story because it has been an incredibly difficult four years. A lot of tears, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and mental breakdowns. I also just lost my grandma who I was super close to so it’s hard right now. He was the most important person to me, I adored him and still do. But now I finally see the light. Yesterday, for the first time in 4 years, I told my mom and a friend what was actually happening. I was afraid they would be mad at me, but they have been incredibly supportive. I know I can make it through. I blocked him on everything (I’ve actually never blocked him before) and deleted all photos. I will probably get a restraining order.
Guys, no matter how much they beg you to come back, no matter if they go to therapy, buy you nice things, sweet talk you, cuddle you, and genuinely seem they are going to change, they won’t. Sometimes you need to keep going back until you are sick of them. Just make sure to leave as soon as you can. I’m glad I finally saw the light. I wasn’t myself anymore and felt like an empty shell. For the first time in 4 years I have my spark back. and I am ready to leave for good. Thanks for reading .
Tl:dr finally got the courage to leave my abusive boyfriend .

I'm not sure how to put this into words in a satisfying way. No matter how I start or what I say after, it doesn't feel like anything I describe or any reason I give is at all what I'm actually trying to say. Nonetheless, I will try again, because posting these things online is some of the best therapy I can get.
My head is always busy with ideas, thoughts, musings, and so on. I debate the point of life. I wonder if I'd prefer people do or don't care if I suddenly went missing. I think about how easy it would be to get a lot of helium and have a nice, long nap, from which I don't mean to wake up. But no matter what I think, be the conclusion good or bad, my heart isn't in it. Do I wanna have fun? No matter what I try, it's at best surface level amusement. Do I want to write or draw? I might lose myself in it, but I don't actually like or dislike doing it. I don't go through with any effort of self-harm or suicide, not because I don't want to do it, but because I either can't or don't see the point. Do I want to study? It never feels like I'm actually studying, and often times I actively study for hours with nothing retained - because I can't put my heart in it. Everything feels like I'm just going through the motions and every day I wish I could spontaneously forget everything, because maybe I would become a better person if I did. I've never cried or felt particularly sad when a relative died, even my beloved grandpa. At most I use his death as a cheap trick to not laugh at jokes. I actively deceive people around me because I don't care either way. The few acts of kindness I can still perform are inherently very selfish - at best a device to forget about my life, or to live the life I wanted through others. I fail everyone around me and can't be bother to care beyond the threat these failings bring. I am an incredibly selfish, lazy and uncaring human being, and true to my nature, I don't care that I'm this way. I've given up long ago. Hobbies aren't enjoyable. Obligations are left unfinished. I let all my connections and relationships slip through my fingers, intentionally, because I don't care for any of it. The few people who still bother with me are those who don't know me well enough, feel obligated to or are too damn stubborn to see the kind of piece of shit I am. And the kicker, the thing that guarantees I will never get better, will never try to get better? Everyone thinks it's my fault. I live in a society, excuse the Joker reference, where mental health is actually a joke, and people who have those issues are looked down upon, bar extreme cases like Parkinson's, multiple sclerosis, and such. Mere "basic" problems like anxiety, depression, apathy, self hate or just the general lack of a will to live are punishable offenses that you either take care of yourself or get beaten, fired, ridiculed or yelled at for. I find, however, that I no longer want to get better. I don't want much of anything, beyond what my body wants, like food, water and sleep. I think I would be entirely fine even if my arms, legs, eyes and anything nonvital were chopped away. At this point life feels little different from that. I feel like I have no will of my own. The only thing I truly do of my own volition are things that help me, if only momentarily, forget that the concept of my own self exists. So books, games, anything that only further eroded my sense of self is the only thing I indulge in. And I know I will continue to do so, untill it finally ruins me. Financially, mentally or physically, I don't know, and as I'm sure you have already noticed, I don't care. This is why I call myself a bad person. There are people who will one day depend on me, like my parents. People who can't help but care for me, like my friends and family. People that might even one day misplacedly look up to me, like my one-year-old cousin. And I don't care for any of them. They could all drop dead this instant and my only worry would be that I now have more obligations to ignore. I'm a miserable, sad excuse of a human being, deserving of all the hate I could get. And still, I won't care.
So. If there is a god out there. I wonder, can he make me care? I sure would hope so. I don't mind if it's something good or something bad. I don't mind even if the world got destroyed this very instant. If it made me care for something, I would gladly endure it. I couldn't be happier if only I could really, finally care for something. Truly, honestly, and fully.

Hey guys, I am a 22f and my bf/ex is a 27m Today I did something I never thought I could do. I’ve posted about my bf a lot on Reddit to get advice, because I was keeping everything to myself and needed an outlet. My bf and I were together for almost 4 years. He was the love of my life, at least that’s what I thought. He told me we would get married and that he’s never loved anyone like he has me. Our bond was so strong I felt like my soul was intwined with him. I realize now it was a trauma bond. My feelings of anxiety were not normal.
No one understood me like him. He was there for me through some traumatic events and always wanted to be with me and promised an amazing future. He had no female friends, no socials, and only wanted to spend time for me. I thought he would make the perfect husband. I think the hardest part was that I couldn’t accept it was abuse because he wasn’t that controlling. I had my friends, did my things, and he didn’t verbally abuse me unless he was super mad.
The abuse was very physical and mental however. He abused me physically pretty early on in the relationship but stopped for almost a year. I genuinely believe he was going to be the one to break the norm and change. He was going to therapy, changing his patterns, and doing really good. Sadly, the abuse did get worse. He would throw glass at me when he got mad, put his hands on my throat, leave bruises, scream at me, break things, bite me, and say awful things during his fits . I tried to leave many times, but as you guys know they are master manipulators and he was able to get me back many times. I think I dumped him at least 8 times. He would beg every single time
He gave me clymidia in the beginning of the relationship, would ask to borrow money, drive recklessly, could never keep a job , and so much more bullshit. Whenever he would go in his anger bursts, he always made sure to take my phone first so I could never film him or call the police. That right there shows he knew what he was doing. I got extremely lucky the last time he abused me. He ended up hitting a pole because he was driving under the influence. I scolded him because I told him he wasn’t good to drive, and he started choking me. He got distracted by his car getting damaged and left my phone in his front seat. I finally had my phone on me and called the police. I just had a feeling if he took me back to his place he would have killed me.
He is in jail now awaiting his trial. Everytime I left I felt devastated. I felt so lost without him because his love was an addiction. One time I was able to leave for 2 months, but he sucked me right back in. I love him so much and I felt like I’d without him, but I’d actually die if I stayed any longer. The hardest part was that he was soooo good to me the times he wasn’t abusing me. He did help with me a lot in life, I’ll never forget that, but I knew i finally needed to leave after he abused me and I wasn’t even scared. It felt normal. I have bruises all over my arms and jaw, but I made it out alive.
I’m sharing this story because it has been an incredibly difficult four years. A lot of tears, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, and mental breakdowns. I also just lost my grandma who I was super close to so it’s hard right now. He was the most important person to me, I adored him and still do. But now I finally see the light. Yesterday, for the first time in 4 years, I told my mom and a friend what was actually happening. I was afraid they would be mad at me, but they have been incredibly supportive. I know I can make it through. I blocked him on everything (I’ve actually never blocked him before) and deleted all photos. I will probably get a restraining order.
Guys, no matter how much they beg you to come back, no matter if they go to therapy, buy you nice things, sweet talk you, cuddle you, and genuinely seem they are going to change, they won’t. Sometimes you need to keep going back until you are sick of them. Just make sure to leave as soon as you can. I’m glad I finally saw the light. I wasn’t myself anymore and felt like an empty shell. For the first time in 4 years I have my spark back. and I am ready to leave for good. Thanks for reading .
Tl:dr finally got the courage to leave my abusive boyfriend .

Every Sunday I give a recap of the sermon I heard at church today. I often alternate between Catholic, Protestant and Orthodox churches.
Today's readings:
Ezekiel 37:12-14

Thus says the Lord God: “Behold, O My people, I will open your graves and cause you to come up from your graves, and bring you into the land of Israel. Then you shall know that I am the Lord, when I have opened your graves, O My people, and brought you up from your graves. I will put My Spirit in you, and you shall live, and I will place you in your own land. Then you shall know that I, the Lord, have spoken it and performed it,” says the Lord.

Romans 8:8-11

Those who are in the flesh cannot please God. But you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God dwells in you. Now if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, he is not His. And if Christ is in you, the body is dead because of sin, but the Spirit is life because of righteousness. But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you.

John 11:1-45

Now a certain man was sick, Lazarus of Bethany, the town of Mary and her sister Martha. It was that Mary who anointed the Lord with fragrant oil and wiped His feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick. Therefore the sisters sent to Him, saying, “Lord, behold, he whom You love is sick.” When Jesus heard that, He said, “This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God may be glorified through it.” Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So, when He heard that he was sick, He stayed two more days in the place where He was. Then after this He said to the disciples, “Let us go to Judea again.” The disciples said to Him, “Rabbi, lately the Jews sought to stone You, and are You going there again?” Jesus answered, “Are there not twelve hours in the day? If anyone walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world. But if one walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him.” These things He said, and after that He said to them, “Our friend Lazarus sleeps, but I go that I may wake him up.” Then His disciples said, “Lord, if he sleeps he will get well.” However, Jesus spoke of his death, but they thought that He was speaking about taking rest in sleep. Then Jesus said to them plainly, “Lazarus is dead. And I am glad for your sakes that I was not there, that you may believe. Nevertheless let us go to him.” Then Thomas, who is called the Twin, said to his fellow disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with Him.” So when Jesus came, He found that he had already been in the tomb four days. Now Bethany was near Jerusalem, about two miles away. And many of the Jews had joined the women around Martha and Mary, to comfort them concerning their brother. Then Martha, as soon as she heard that Jesus was coming, went and met Him, but Mary was sitting in the house. Now Martha said to Jesus, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that whatever You ask of God, God will give You.” Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha said to Him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?” She said to Him, “Yes, Lord, I believe that You are the Christ, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.” And when she had said these things, she went her way and secretly called Mary her sister, saying, “The Teacher has come and is calling for you.” As soon as she heard that, she arose quickly and came to Him. Now Jesus had not yet come into the town, but was in the place where Martha met Him. Then the Jews who were with her in the house, and comforting her, when they saw that Mary rose up quickly and went out, followed her, saying, “She is going to the tomb to weep there.” Then, when Mary came where Jesus was, and saw Him, she fell down at His feet, saying to Him, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died.” Therefore, when Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who came with her weeping, He groaned in the spirit and was troubled. And He said, “Where have you laid him?” They said to Him, “Lord, come and see.” Jesus wept. Then the Jews said, “See how He loved him!” And some of them said, “Could not this Man, who opened the eyes of the blind, also have kept this man from dying?” Then Jesus, again groaning in Himself, came to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone lay against it. Jesus said, “Take away the stone.” Martha, the sister of him who was dead, said to Him, “Lord, by this time there is a stench, for he has been dead four days.” Jesus said to her, “Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead man was lying. And Jesus lifted up His eyes and said, “Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. And I know that You always hear Me, but because of the people who are standing by I said this, that they may believe that You sent Me.” Now when He had said these things, He cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth!” And he who had died came out bound hand and foot with graveclothes, and his face was wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Loose him, and let him go.” Then many of the Jews who had come to Mary, and had seen the things Jesus did, believed in Him.

Today's reading was long; a shorter version was available, but since it is a Sunday morning, we may as well take our time. But, because of the length, it may be difficult to pay attention to the whole passage, and many of us probably already tuned out halfway through. So, here is a recapitulation of the reading of today: Lazarus dies, Martha and Mary complain, Jesus cries, Lazarus lives. But, this very obviously does not suffice to describe what happens there, especially not with such a passage that is so profund!
Today we cannot study every mystery contained therein, but we can investigate some of them. To begin with, Jesus says "This sickness is not unto death." Was He mistaken? Obviously it was unto death, in fact Lazarus was already dead for four days by the time Jesus reached Bethany. And He says this sickness is "for the glory of God." Again, is He mistaken, is He fooling us? Where is the glory to be found here, in a corpse that has been decaying for four days? One's representation of glory may rather be Rihanna at the Superbowl, or politicians bickering over nonsense in live debates, or soccer players being drowned by fans and journalists as they come back from their game... One's idea of glory is power, wealth, beauty, renown. It is to step out of one's private airplane and be immediately welcomed with cheers and a red carpet, something you and I are unlikely to ever know.
But if there is something we will know for sure, it is death. So again, where is the glory to be found here, in Jesus weeping over a corpse while the latter's sisters complain to Him? Well, truly, this is the precursor to true glory, the beginning, the foretaste of it. Soon, the tears of Jesus will blossom into joy. The prayers of those gathered to mourn will blossom into faith. The complaining of Martha and Mary will blossom into hope. Soon, the true glory will reveal itself, which is undefeatable love that seeks nothing but the well-being of the beloved, unwavering faith after seeing the accomplishment of God, and unabated hope that cannot be disturbed.
Death is the mean by which glory bursts into the world, suddenly and unexpectedly. Jesus says: "If you would believe you would see the glory of God." Then, because of the faith of Martha, the bursting of glory happen; Lazarus comes out of the tomb alive! This is true glory: man unbound, alive, liberated from the shackles of death.
But is this a lie? We can easily look around ourselves and see that death is very much alive and well. How then does the resurrection of Lazarus concern us? And besides, do we really have time to bother thinking about our own death? After all the clock is ticking and we've got a life to live in the meanwhile...
The fact is, God knows we have a life to live, and wants us to live it to the fullest. God is the Lord of life. He demonstrated this when He breathed life into Adam, when He said through Ezekiel that "I will put My Spirit in you, and you shall live," when He said through Paul that "He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to you"... Death surrounds us because of the culture of death that the world embraces. We must battle against this culture so that the life of God may flow within us. What is this culture of death? It is that which we erroneously think of as life: laying on the couch with a beer, having many belongings with insurance to boot, scrolling through social media endlessly, fighting for one's freedom according to whatever definition one has of it...
Unfortunately, if you were told that this is life, that this is what it looks like to be alive, you have been lied to, you have been deceived. For indeed, even when we have achieved this alleged freedom, this alleged fullness of life, we cannot truly feel completely liberated while sin remains, this obnoxious death within ourselves that kills us slowly but surely. At best, we do not live, rather we survive; our life progresses in decrescendo, from our birth onward our living decreases until nothing is left. But Jesus tells us that this isn't life. True life in Christ is a crescendo of living ascending toward eternal life.
Let us listen to Christ: His weeping for us, His calling us out of the tomb... He tells us, "Let Me liberate you." Let us let Him raise us up from the sin that makes us rot from the inside. Let us seek the glory of God, namely: ourselves, standing once again, to follow Him.

Every Sunday I give a recap of the sermon I heard at church today. I often alternate between Catholic, Protestant and Orthodox churches.
Today's readings:
Ezekiel 37:12-14

Thus says the Lord God: “Behold, O My people, I will open your graves and cause you to come up from your graves, and bring you into the land of Israel. Then you shall know that I am the Lord, when I have opened your graves, O My people, and brought you up from your graves. I will put My Spirit in you, and you shall live, and I will place you in your own land. Then you shall know that I, the Lord, have spoken it and performed it,” says the Lord.

Romans 8:8-11

Those who are in the flesh cannot please God. But you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God dwells in you. Now if anyone does not have the Spirit of Christ, he is not His. And if Christ is in you, the body is dead because of sin, but the Spirit is life because of righteousness. But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you.

John 11:1-45

Now a certain man was sick, Lazarus of Bethany, the town of Mary and her sister Martha. It was that Mary who anointed the Lord with fragrant oil and wiped His feet with her hair, whose brother Lazarus was sick. Therefore the sisters sent to Him, saying, “Lord, behold, he whom You love is sick.” When Jesus heard that, He said, “This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God may be glorified through it.” Now Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus. So, when He heard that he was sick, He stayed two more days in the place where He was. Then after this He said to the disciples, “Let us go to Judea again.” The disciples said to Him, “Rabbi, lately the Jews sought to stone You, and are You going there again?” Jesus answered, “Are there not twelve hours in the day? If anyone walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world. But if one walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him.” These things He said, and after that He said to them, “Our friend Lazarus sleeps, but I go that I may wake him up.” Then His disciples said, “Lord, if he sleeps he will get well.” However, Jesus spoke of his death, but they thought that He was speaking about taking rest in sleep. Then Jesus said to them plainly, “Lazarus is dead. And I am glad for your sakes that I was not there, that you may believe. Nevertheless let us go to him.” Then Thomas, who is called the Twin, said to his fellow disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with Him.” So when Jesus came, He found that he had already been in the tomb four days. Now Bethany was near Jerusalem, about two miles away. And many of the Jews had joined the women around Martha and Mary, to comfort them concerning their brother. Then Martha, as soon as she heard that Jesus was coming, went and met Him, but Mary was sitting in the house. Now Martha said to Jesus, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that whatever You ask of God, God will give You.” Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha said to Him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?” She said to Him, “Yes, Lord, I believe that You are the Christ, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.” And when she had said these things, she went her way and secretly called Mary her sister, saying, “The Teacher has come and is calling for you.” As soon as she heard that, she arose quickly and came to Him. Now Jesus had not yet come into the town, but was in the place where Martha met Him. Then the Jews who were with her in the house, and comforting her, when they saw that Mary rose up quickly and went out, followed her, saying, “She is going to the tomb to weep there.” Then, when Mary came where Jesus was, and saw Him, she fell down at His feet, saying to Him, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died.” Therefore, when Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who came with her weeping, He groaned in the spirit and was troubled. And He said, “Where have you laid him?” They said to Him, “Lord, come and see.” Jesus wept. Then the Jews said, “See how He loved him!” And some of them said, “Could not this Man, who opened the eyes of the blind, also have kept this man from dying?” Then Jesus, again groaning in Himself, came to the tomb. It was a cave, and a stone lay against it. Jesus said, “Take away the stone.” Martha, the sister of him who was dead, said to Him, “Lord, by this time there is a stench, for he has been dead four days.” Jesus said to her, “Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead man was lying. And Jesus lifted up His eyes and said, “Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. And I know that You always hear Me, but because of the people who are standing by I said this, that they may believe that You sent Me.” Now when He had said these things, He cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth!” And he who had died came out bound hand and foot with graveclothes, and his face was wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Loose him, and let him go.” Then many of the Jews who had come to Mary, and had seen the things Jesus did, believed in Him.

Today's reading was long; a shorter version was available, but since it is a Sunday morning, we may as well take our time. But, because of the length, it may be difficult to pay attention to the whole passage, and many of us probably already tuned out halfway through. So, here is a recapitulation of the reading of today: Lazarus dies, Martha and Mary complain, Jesus cries, Lazarus lives. But, this very obviously does not suffice to describe what happens there, especially not with such a passage that is so profund!
Today we cannot study every mystery contained therein, but we can investigate some of them. To begin with, Jesus says "This sickness is not unto death." Was He mistaken? Obviously it was unto death, in fact Lazarus was already dead for four days by the time Jesus reached Bethany. And He says this sickness is "for the glory of God." Again, is He mistaken, is He fooling us? Where is the glory to be found here, in a corpse that has been decaying for four days? One's representation of glory may rather be Rihanna at the Superbowl, or politicians bickering over nonsense in live debates, or soccer players being drowned by fans and journalists as they come back from their game... One's idea of glory is power, wealth, beauty, renown. It is to step out of one's private airplane and be immediately welcomed with cheers and a red carpet, something you and I are unlikely to ever know.
But if there is something we will know for sure, it is death. So again, where is the glory to be found here, in Jesus weeping over a corpse while the latter's sisters complain to Him? Well, truly, this is the precursor to true glory, the beginning, the foretaste of it. Soon, the tears of Jesus will blossom into joy. The prayers of those gathered to mourn will blossom into faith. The complaining of Martha and Mary will blossom into hope. Soon, the true glory will reveal itself, which is undefeatable love that seeks nothing but the well-being of the beloved, unwavering faith after seeing the accomplishment of God, and unabated hope that cannot be disturbed.
Death is the mean by which glory bursts into the world, suddenly and unexpectedly. Jesus says: "If you would believe you would see the glory of God." Then, because of the faith of Martha, the bursting of glory happen; Lazarus comes out of the tomb alive! This is true glory: man unbound, alive, liberated from the shackles of death.
But is this a lie? We can easily look around ourselves and see that death is very much alive and well. How then does the resurrection of Lazarus concern us? And besides, do we really have time to bother thinking about our own death? After all the clock is ticking and we've got a life to live in the meanwhile...
The fact is, God knows we have a life to live, and wants us to live it to the fullest. God is the Lord of life. He demonstrated this when He breathed life into Adam, when He said through Ezekiel that "I will put My Spirit in you, and you shall live," when He said through Paul that "He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to you"... Death surrounds us because of the culture of death that the world embraces. We must battle against this culture so that the life of God may flow within us. What is this culture of death? It is that which we erroneously think of as life: laying on the couch with a beer, having many belongings with insurance to boot, scrolling through social media endlessly, fighting for one's freedom according to whatever definition one has of it...
Unfortunately, if you were told that this is life, that this is what it looks like to be alive, you have been lied to, you have been deceived. For indeed, even when we have achieved this alleged freedom, this alleged fullness of life, we cannot truly feel completely liberated while sin remains, this obnoxious death within ourselves that kills us slowly but surely. At best, we do not live, rather we survive; our life progresses in decrescendo, from our birth onward our living decreases until nothing is left. But Jesus tells us that this isn't life. True life in Christ is a crescendo of living ascending toward eternal life.
Let us listen to Christ: His weeping for us, His calling us out of the tomb... He tells us, "Let Me liberate you." Let us let Him raise us up from the sin that makes us rot from the inside. Let us seek the glory of God, namely: ourselves, standing once again, to follow Him.

I was riding with my horse and there was a slight drop coming off of a mountain and then when my horse dropped it decided to do a front flip and die. And not to mention the fact that horses will just randomly get suck stuck on random objects like trees or rocks, or will just stop and will refuse to go through things like two rocks that it can either just jump through or easily fit through. The stamina isnt as bad as rdr1 horse stamina where you couldn't even run or 10 seconds without your horse kicking you off but it's still pretty bad. It's like rockstar didn't even try with the horse but did they with everything else.

Specifically the early chapters because that's where I'm at.
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First of all I have to talk about my man Cloud here. He's what many guys dream of being and don't let us tell you differently. He's a handsome pretty boy with impossibly perfect hair but he's also a badass ex special forces SOLDIER. He's pretty lean so he's not too big but he's not weak or anything, he's strong as hell. He's also in a love square with 3 incredibly attractive women who clearly are into him. And the cherry on top? He can be socially awkward and clumsy at times which gives him a healthy amount of relatability. I love this man.
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Now on to my favorite moment so far. After the Shrina soldiers take Johnny to interrogate him and Cloud defeats them, a critical event happens. Cloud walks up to Johnny and is about to silence his obnoxious mouth forever. A horrified Tifa stops him. She's dumbfounded at what Cloud was about to do. Cloud explains "you said he was a talker". What a deep and realistic moment. Cloud was ready to do what's necessary for Tifa's eco-terrorist organization and Tifa truly realizes what she's signed up for. This is not a path you can take without getting your hands dirty.
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The only thing I really don't like about the scene is it implies the scores of Shrina's goons we defeat along the way don't actually die? Because the group of troops are just unconscious and we leave before they gain their bearings. I can see why they had those guys not die because Shrina could have easily came down hard on Sector 7 if they did. And just because those guys didn't die doesn't mean the rest of the troops don't. Because you get to the bike part and those guys are clearly fuckin dying.
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I really love the conversation between Jessie and Cloud at the start of the section too. Jessie reveals her plot to rob the Shrina warehouse and Cloud dismisses any involvement from him. But Jessie says with him it would be easy and Cloud realizes these people need him.
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While we're on the bike part I have to talk about something silly and funny. The first biker guard shows up and Biggs immediately opens fire on him and then Cloud hits with the 3 slash combo and he crashes his bike at high speed. And then the next round shows up and Biggs has the gall to exclaim "straight to lethal force" ???? My man we started the lethal force! You specifically started it when you shot at the guy! It's just hilarious to me, I played it twice today and it happened both times so it's likely part of the scripting.
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Also there's Roche. I remember not liking him back in 2020 but I kind of like him now. The guy is just fucking insane, and he humbly admits defeat which is a likeable trait.
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I'm enjoying the story so far on my second playthrough, are there any character moments you'd like to bring forward?

Ik there have been a thousand posts such as this, but genuinely AOT is like poop being used as icing for one of the most delecious cakes in the world.
The real reason why the ending got ruined:
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Its not a deep analysis, i cant be bothered to do that rn, just finished reading it, ill do a deep extreme detail analysis later.
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Anyways, the ending was terrible, so many plotholes and poorly executed, the main feeling was that everything that happened until now felt like it was a waste. Erwin's sacrifice, all the soldiers that died and stuff. Felt like a big joke
Characters were super fucking dragged on - They killed off decent characters such as Zeke, but its not even about the likeable ones, its just the marley titans felts so dragged on.
The jaw titan died but got eaten by the little kid, that was fine and good, glad he survived but other characters were overused:
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Reiner: Bro just doesnt die, literally, reiner was super dragged on, he shouldve died back during the reclaiming of wall maria but got his ass saved and made it out alive in the end. WASNT HE THE ONE THAT BREACHED THE FUCKING WALLS WITH BERTHOLDT IN THE FIRST PLACE??
Annie: she was fine till she was locked in a cage, but then she gets released and starts gaining sympathy from the people she killed??? That was dumb writing, people like armin are fanboying over her and the girl that gave her food after she was free from the crystal, just wth, didnt she kill Marco? and several others?
Gabbi: GOSH i cant describe my hatred, this one is based off pure hatred, HOW THE FUCK DOES SHE END UP WITH A GUN, DOES IT JUST SPAWN OUT OF YMIR'S ASS? First time when she killed sasha we saw where she got the gun from, second time when she shot eren, HOW THE FUCK IS A LITTLE GIRL ABLE TO HOLD SUCH A BIG SNIPER AND SHOOT IT, WHERE ARE THE PHYSICS AT? THEN WHEN SHE SHOOTS FLOCH, WHAT THE FUCK.
The cart titan: This mf shouldve died back when she was blown off during the marley invasion LIKE HOW DO YOU SURVIVE THUNDERSPEARS UP YOUR ASS.
Furthermore the hypocrisy of eren's so called friends, just too much. Commander Hanje, mikasa and armin + others were all happy and well when eren was about to use rumbling to destroy marley. If he had destroyed just marley, the entire world would wanna destroy them, so whats the point? its all back to square 1. He decides to destroy the entire world except paradis and the all turn on him TF?? they call it genocide however isnt that what they were about to do to marley, was that not wrong? all of a sudden this is wrong?? (it is wrong but still hypocrites). They all forget about Gabi's racism towards eldians at paradis, the stuff that commander mcgrath said, people that died to the hands of titans sent by marley?? Where did all that go?
Mikasa and Eren step sibling romance: Just what the fuck
Overall the ending sucked, a better ending wouldve been having something ironic like "eren becoming ymir's slave" or "eren stuck in the paths forever" the kid who wanted freedom the most is now a slave or something like that, instead of the bullshit we got, along with eren's death or trapping all the 9 titans and their weilders die, all the colossal titans comne back and turn into walls once more never to be disturbed and are ordered by eren to protect the eldians at any cost whenever they in danger during the future, alongside all the pure titans turning back to humans. No more titans world is a normal place.
Elimination of titans would also stop eldia hate, no reason to be scared of them since all titans are gone.